Great Novelist

Answer with a dying voice.

“When will this opportunity come again? ”

It's fading. It's moaning. The grass is dead. He turned over the bookshelf without looking like that.

“You're the translator and I'm the novelist. How many times are you not coming? ”

The sound of handing over the paper did not hide the gloomy feeling.

“· · · · · · · Life is not that easy. ”

“Have you lived a lot? ”

“Shut up.”

He turns his head in reverse. The crown was still heading towards Australia.

“I want to get your writings this time. We can't wait for the next time. ”

“Then we'll have to translate. ”

What to do is simple. It remains in clear shape in front of your eyes. The fact remains unchanged even while the West is wandering around.

“It's not that easy. ”

Seogwang repeated the same words and smiled softly. Around the time the laughter stopped, Seongwang asked.

“Are you judging too? ”

“No.”

“Well, then you wouldn't be here. ”

“I translated it for you. ”

“What?"

Seogwang raised his head. The table shakes. He sees the coffee shaking dangerously. Luckily, it wasn't overflowing. Seogwang opened his mouth with an attitude that it didn't matter what happened.

“This post? ”

“Yes, I wrote it and I translated it. ”

You have a lot to say.

“· · · · · · Charming. ”

I whispered and sighed for a long time. Seogwang has been feeling uneasy lately. Coincidence is far away. It was far away. It's not like meeting as a friend. Coincidence and Australia were different people. Coincidence is perfect, thorough, cold and competent. Recognised by all

C. You have a long way to go to stand next to him.

“You even grow extra. ”

“Huh?"

He questioned. Seogwang said, touching the corner of his laptop.

“That unstoppable genius filmmaker. I've been reading and thinking about you. If there were no growth, would there be coincidence now? I think it's a yes. Without Zahra, you would have been there. If you didn't grow up and lead the film to great success, then the honor of the traitor will be as it is now.

Silver must have been popular. ”

Seogwang breathed out in one fell swoop.

“If that genius hadn't told you he was great, you would have captured him. Growing up is Mana. 200 million years ago, the persistent man who survived the ice age couldn't even stand dinosaurs was a walking sandbag in front of you. ”

He asked.

“What are you talking about? ”

“You can eat anything but growing back and claws. Have you ever tried the Dragon Bowl? ”

Seogwang grew up and hid behind him and swallowed a horse. But what about yourself? He put the book down and leaned against the backrest.

“Even if I didn't grow up, would I get the same result? ”

You don't seem to be forcibly trembling with humility.

“I don't think it was the same thing. ”

He looks like he knows something. I feel like I've seen the situation. Seogwang often faced that cheeky expression. Seogwang frowned and looked at him. He suddenly changed the subject.

“What do you think would have happened if I hadn't hidden my identity from the school? ”

“What? Identity? ”

“What if I accidentally went to high school? ”

It goes pretty far back. Seogwang thought for a moment and said.

“You must have had a good school year. He's a celebrity.”

“Could I have met you then? ”

“I don't know. Maybe you haven't met him? People say there's a destiny. ”

He smiles bloody.

“I don't think I've met him. Because you're sober.”

“Are you picking on this? ”

“That's it. ”

“I can't believe you did that. What?”

“It's a useless idea, at best. You wanted to mess with Zara, didn't you? ”

Seogwang eventually muttered after not finding a horse to argue with for a while.

“I do. I want to see the world with your eyes. ”

How can I just pick a mean word like that? I wanted to find out how and give it back a little.

“Aren't you going? I have work to do. ”

“Good luck. ”

He woke up fresh. Seogwang mutters and presses the keyboard. A week after that, I got a call from Seogwang.

“It's done.”

There was a strange confidence in his voice.

“Happy?”

“I am satisfied. ”

It was a heavy horse. There was no drinking. He nods.

“Yes."

I was a little jealous to say it confidently.

*

“I hate coincidences. ”

A mutters. His hands are accidental. A sample written for translation by chance. The sentences in them are damn beautiful, even though they're short. This much is written in English. There is also the sound of coincidence. I don't admire anyone who understands his sentence.

I don't know where anyone is. Coincidence as a writer was a really attractive person. I liked coincidence. He was happy when he received the award. I like his writing.

“As a translator, things change. ”

I read the book he translated. I thought about it all the time. I don't know how this is possible. I always feel coincidence when I see it. His talents, skills, and abilities are not something he can learn.

“If you weren't a translator, you would have loved coincidence without hesitation. ”

A was depressed, unhappy with the coincidence and unhappy with the thought of wanting to translate the coincidence. I can't help it. When I heard the announcement, I had only one option in mind. Let's do this. We have to do this.

“I didn't even bother when I was in a real relationship. ”

A sighed with all his heart. I have just attached the completed translation. Translate articles by chance. Jealousy and jealousy only begin to cling to knowing the person. A had left a coincidence translation on one side that he didn't even know how many times he had read so far.

“I may not be good at coincidence, but I'm good at it. ”

A checked the mail and lay down on the floor. There were repeated manuscripts written to translate that short amount of writing.

“What if it were a coincidence? ”

A small murmur spreads through the air.

*

“This is good. ”

The blind editor glances at the translation and mutters in a small tone.

“This is a fallen masterpiece. ”

“There are many such writings. ”

The song editor next to him replied. The blind editor looked at the tall stack of translations for a while. Today is the day of the first assessment. The judges will be gathering on one side to discuss it.

“Huh?"

“Why.”

Song's editor looked at his phone and said,

“The writer just happened to be here. ”

The two of them looked at each other for a moment and immediately walked away.

“Writer.”

He raises his head at the sound of calling to himself. I was about to be taken to the break room by an employee I met earlier. I already had coffee in my hand.

“Hello."

“You've come to the publisher. ”

He put the phone in his pocket. Blind editors immediately saw Nam-Kyung's name there.

“Yes, I'm curious about the results. ”

“We can contact you first. ”

“Just in time. He said he would come in person. Can I get you some coffee?”

“I hope so. ”

He pressed the button and looked at the dark brown liquid flowing out and asked.

“We're done here, aren't we? ”

“Yes. You should be here soon. ”

Song's editor sighed deeply.

“The first place is finally over. It was an enormous amount.”

“You're a writer. ”

“You're welcome.”

He laughed and coffee came out of the crowd. The break room was full of coffee aromas when I handed it to both of you.

“Looks like we got a lot more than we anticipated, maybe 20. ”

“It's worth it. How many people are there? ”

“There will only be one person left. ”

“Did a lot of talented people collaborate? ”

Song's editor smiled and said.

“Of course. It's incredible. In fact, there's a lot of work to be done with this side of the network. It's an unusual opportunity, and it's also a question of passion for your writing. ”

“A lot of my professionals have been in on it. I don't know who wrote it. ”

“Quite a few applicants, regardless of their occupation. The translation is interesting. ”

At some point, their gaze turned towards him.

“I wanted to see what the writer was doing. ”

“Too bad, actually. ”

He shakes his head.

“You can't just pick 20 people and do this. ”

The blind editor smiled and tasted it. Song's editor said in a dazzling tone.

“I saw your translation. I felt like this all the time. ”

“I see.”

“Since when did you become so fond of language? ”

“Not since I was born. ”

“Please tell me the secret. ”

The Song Editor raised his finger as if it had suddenly come to mind.

“It also says that during the second interview, I'll show you your translations. ”

“You're kidding, right?”

He doesn't know what questions will come and go in the interview. As soon as Song's editor tried to argue, the blind editor said to Ingyoung at the end of the hall.

“Here comes the editor. ”

There was a penis. He found him and immediately moved on.

“There you are. You're here early.”

“I wasn't bored. ”

Nam-Kyung looked tired somehow. I was in the conference room a while ago, so I deserved it. He reached out his hand.

“What is it?”

“Results.”

I laughed at Nam-Kyung's mouth.

“Isn't the call too objective? ”

He said, "You're the one who's going to translate my article. You have to greet me. ”

Nam-Kyung gave out the paper without saying anything. There were 20 numbers written down in detail. The next chapter reveals the names of the hidden candidates. 20 of them. I swiftly swooped down. The three editors looked at him with tense eyes. He lowers his hand and mouth

Opened.

“These are you.”

“Yes.”

He was silent for a moment and handed over the data.

“How are you?”

He shrugs. The blind editor scratches his cheek in a vague manner.

“Goodbye, then. ”

It was the peninsula that caught him trying to leave.

“Let's have a meal together. And I want to tell you a little bit about what's going on. ”

“As you wish.”

He gladly accepted the head because there was no special occasion. He began to eat quite fearlessly, perhaps hungry. He had heard many things from him, including the date and place of the second interview. He ate the tofu and cleared his head.

“Is there anything good? ”

The hand that was vaguely raised in the question of Nam-Kyung stopped.

“Why?”

“He's been smiling. ”

He said, stealing the tip of his nose.

“A little. ”

Accidental Translator (4) End

lim Han-baek