Great Novelist

“What the hell? ”

He put down a piece of paper with tons of comments and embraced his head. I never thought things would turn out like this. Butterflies said with a big smile.

“It's going well. ”

The brightest voice I have ever heard.

“Not at all good. ”

“From the moment I donated in the name of the spaceship, it was a day that came. I'm so proud of you."

She felt like she was flying away without knowing the speed of others. He leans back.

“It was just self-satisfaction. ”

The name "spaceship" is the most obvious proof of all. I felt like I wanted to make up for my terrible past self.

“I just wanted to spend money without guilt. ”

Butterflies glance at the words "guilt," but soon they raise their thumbs.

“You wrote it well. Excellent.”

“I find it odd to be complimented like this. ”

“Just enjoy. What you've done has saved you. You have to live a good life. I learn a lot.”

Butterflies said lightly. She looked at the opinions of people coming up in real time. I enjoy moving.

“That's a great insult. ”

A bright smile hovers through the air. Your voice contains a compliment for someone. The situation has already taken place. He spoke powerlessly, halfway through.

“The kids were cute. ”

The butterflies respond violently. He seemed like the one who was waiting for the word to come out.

“I'm going to die beautiful. He wanted to help you. It's amazing. They're going to be big. ”

He thought of the three people who would have been listening to him and whispered a small murmur.

“I didn't think you knew. I knew I shouldn't have gone that night. ”

“No, you did very well that day. ”

“I should have sued those bad guys. So wouldn't the kids have anything to do with it? ”

“It was going to explode one day. ”

He breathed deeply. I met the children, and they apologized kindly with their mouths about what they had heard from the teacher. However, there was a glimmer of justice that could not be hidden on his face. Children are proud of their actions. He understood their minds. It didn't look bad.

“I'm an adult.”

The child standing in the middle said. His name was Hope. Stab her on both sides. The three of us planned it together.

“Where does 10 billion come from? ”

It was the first thing he said after sitting down. The children have only listened to compliments or praises. The children who were left with only two options looked at him with their eyes wide open.

“We didn't use it. ”

The boy says, he nods.

“Yes, I know. I read it.”

What you're saying is just a pure question. The hair slightly covering the boy's eyes was shaken. He asked him.

“You wrote it? ”

“How did you know? ”

I was looking forward to something. He said confidently.

“I took it.”

Unconcealed disappointment pours out. I laughed. It's too much. Everything around him was excessive and glamorous. Butterflies call this success.

“You write well. ”

He clams his mouth shut. His eyes are moist. His mouth and his eyes are full of words. He wonders what kind of coincidence lies within him, but does not ask.

“I'm complimented by you every day. ”

Instead, hope said,

“I read a lot of books at the day care center. ”

“I see.”

“Especially I read all the books you wrote by chance. ”

“Thank you.”

“Quiet. ”

He narrows his hopes. Meanwhile, the tall kid raised his hand. He made eye contact with her. I've been noticing her gaze since a while ago.

“Can I ask you something? ”

“Yes."

She glances at the teacher sitting next to her and the butterfly next to him, and opens her mouth.

“Are you angry? ”

“Huh?"

“We're posting on our own terms. ”

He leaned his head and said.

“Not so much.”

Nevertheless, the child did not seem relieved. The eyes, looking at your face, move frantically.

“I didn't want to let people who didn't even see you say that. ”

You begin your excuses. He nods. Hope took courage and her words were her words.

“They say things that aren't true. It's frustrating to watch. That's not what I meant. I kept insisting. So we, uh, we did. This is what coincidence looks like. ”

The teacher is watching the conversation with silence. He said softly.

“Was that when we met? ”

“· · · · · · · Yes? ”

“I've never seen you guys before. ”

The three children's faces came up all at once. The children wanted to help accidentally. I like coincidences. I know he's a great man. So I posted an article. I keep my faith and I keep it golden. I just had my first doubt. Maybe their actions are not so different from those of us who have never seen coincidence.

“But we didn't like bad things. ”

A word pops out from the stabbed heart. He smiled and looked at the tall child.

“I know.”

He replied, wanting to relax. He did not want to praise them, nor did he want to coddle them.

“I told you, I read it. ”

He bows. My hair covered my eyes a little more.

“What's the matter? ”

He asked if he wanted to cry. Luckily, there was no bite in his voice.

“Shame on you.”

“Shame? Why? ”

“Suddenly, my writing got embarrassed. ”

He was beaten. He didn't regret it. I didn't have any questions. I believed it, but suddenly things change. I did it for him. I thought it would help. He didn't look happy at all. I thought, maybe I moved with a very arrogant idea. I thought I'd be praised, but I wasn't.

“I've been there, too. ”

His face rises.

“· · · · · · Really? ”

“I once rewrote the ending completely. When I was on the writing stage. Did you know I was onstage? ”

“Are you talking about the stage for the new writers? I really wanted to go. ”

“Yes, I tried very hard to get tickets in the computer room for the three of you. I'm sorry about that. ”

Hopefully, he speaks to the children. As the heat that had been hot rose, the hope raised a question. I realized that they did not receive any praise or encouragement.

“Why did you meet us today? ”

He gave his eyes to butterflies who were talking to the teacher a little distance away. She made this seat. This happened, but it was the same for me. The word "just" matched the best. There was not much purpose. But he chose a horse. And I brought out one good reason.

“Because I wrote. ”

After that, I went to eat. The children said it was okay to have a snack bar, but Australia headed to the restaurant. Thank you all.

“Writer.”

He stopped thinking and looked at her.

“You spoke to the children separately before the breakup, right? What did you say? ”

He remembered the last greeting we shared.

“Thank you.”

“I'm sorry."

That was the end. He scratches his cheek and looks at the butterfly.

“It was nothing. ”

Butterflies said with funny eyes.

“We've had 10 billion long days. ”

“That's it. ”

He turned his eyes to the comments of his readers that were printed in front of him. Just turn your eyes away and the world will be quiet. Staring out the window dazed, the butterfly says. She notices that she doesn't want to be quiet yet.

“Anyway, don't worry, we're putting out the wrong article. The publishers are doing their best. ”

“Yes.”

“And one more thing. ”

Butterflies lowered their notebooks. He sat down and focused on what she said.

“You just handed over your manuscript to Fernand Publishing. ”

“Oh, yes. ”

Shortly after the Ennula ceremony, Fernand made an offer.

“It's written in English. ”

Write a novel in English.

“Adam, Fernand's chief editor, contacted me directly. ”

Then the phone rang. I put it on my desk, and it vibrated uselessly. The butterfly nods at him. He looked at the screen and said.

“Tiger, if I may say so. ”

“Come and get it. ”

He straightened his neck once and pressed the call button. Through the butterfly, you look this way.

“You got the manuscript. ”

You now hear a voice that is somewhat familiar.

“I've heard good news. I admire that.”

“You can't be serious. ”

He smiled and replied. Adam's voice quickly becomes serious.

“I can't believe you're not an English-speaking writer. ”

Beyond the phone is a misconception that it smells like his favorite perfume. His tone reminds me of the scent.

“That's a relief. ”

“This has been quite enjoyable. ”

In fact, I heard his laugh.

“This is what it feels like to read your work without translation. ”

His voice lowers.

“The writing I've been reading has been completely different. ”

He leaned against the backrest.

“Which would you prefer? ”

“Both things are good quality, but I like it now too. ”

“I wonder why. ”

“I think you're looking at a real coincidence. ”

He was silent for a moment.

“I should have used a mix of different styles. ”

“That wouldn't be so bad either. It's going to be very experimental. ”

“Should I change it now? ”

“Let's postpone the next one. ”

It naturally: He gave up. I remember the first time I faced a confident attitude. Adam met at his office in Fernand's headquarters and said to himself,

“Have you ever written in English? ”

He replied late because he didn't have a mind to think about the identity of the strong perfume.

“Not really. ”

His secretary's tea also smells of herbs. He seems to like anything dark. He raised his cup and took a deep breath. Somewhere he smells like his favorite perfume.

“Would you like to give it a try? ”

I glanced up at him. Adam makes eye contact and explains the planning he's thinking about.

“Simply put, I want you to write a novel in English. ”

“I'd like to ask why. ”

Why are you making this offer to yourself? Adam says confidently.

“I want to read it without translations. ”

10 Billion Truth (3) End

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