Great Novelist

“What's the secret to writing well? ”

“What's the best way to speak English? ”

“What have you been working so hard to become who you are? ”

“You like it when it's popular with people? ”

“How many cups of coffee does Kelly Coin drink per day? ”

“How about the American Awards Ceremony? ”

“Have you met many famous people? What about Hollywood?”

“Tell me about your encounter with Zahra. ”

“Why don't you like making movies? ”

“Did you really donate 10 billion? ”

Australia and Seogwang each answered a variety of questions. Over time, the children asked without hesitation. It's a relaxed atmosphere. I often burst out of laughter during conversation.

“Did you have fun playing in the gatekeeper? ”

The answer to that question was the sloth. Right away.

“I had the most fun going to school. ”

He nodded. The children were excited and said,

“I saw the doorbell. And some of his writings. I had fun reading all the other teachers. ”

“That was a few years ago, and you're still reading. ”

Seogwang sighed deeply.

“Are you still in touch with the other seniors? ”

“Yes. We had a drink a while ago. ”

“Were you not jealous of what he wrote back then? ”

Seogwang said, sweeping his chin.

“I used to target novelists, too. ”

“Really?"

“I gave up on coincidence. ”

“Eg."

I enjoy their reactions. He slapped him on the leg. Whether I did or not, I didn't stop.

“The pro is serious about amateurs. Are you going to write because Gigi died? It's a coincidence.”

“Suit yourself. ”

He muttered and took a step back. You hear a cry from behind you.

“Coincidentally, you're a good translator! Gigi's not dead? ”

Seogwang smiled in repentance.

“I'm not backing out twice. ”

Pretend you know what you're doing. If he had been watching, he would have shouted. Then someone raises their hand. He made eye contact with the child. His eyes were full of curiosity.

“What does it feel like to fulfill a dream? ”

The student firmly believed that the two of them had achieved their dream. He did not answer kindly. Seogwang glances at him and opens his mouth.

“Good. I'm happy. Oddly disassembled.”

He laughed as he agreed with the western words.

“I thought fulfilling my dream was the end of my life. ”

No, after Seogwang finished speaking, Mr. Moon got up from his seat. The children voiced their regrets, but I couldn't help it. They are the most noteworthy writers and translators at the moment. He greeted the children. The words he added lingered in his head for a long time.

“Let's go.”

Dr. Moon said. Seogwang-ho and Seogwang were waiting under the lantern tree for coffee until he came out after class. I spent time taking pictures and signing with my children. When I got in Moon's car, the children who were gathered in the playground expressed a strange admiration.

“Where?”

“To eat. ”

There were many books in Moon's car. Seogwang looked at the book and asked.

“Have you ever ridden a student here? ”

“A few times when I was in charge. ”

“Why?”

“I went home without notice. I really wanted to drop out of school. ”

There was a smile on Moon's face when he said that. He opens the window and asks.

“What are you going to eat? ”

“Meat would be good, too. Call the others. ”

“I'm already in touch. Are you firing? ”

“These guys make more money than I do. ”

“Coincidence is 10 billion donations. ”

“Don't spread the willows. ”

Seogwang moved his hands busy. A car leaves the playground and passes through the gate. He saw a school that was getting away. There were many places that changed, but some that were continuing. On that day, the whole door clerk gathered and ate beef.

*

“Let's have some more. ”

“Bake it properly. ”

“Eat that and get your thumbs up. ”

At the end of the book, Hyundai rinsed his mouth with water. Seeing him lay his chopsticks, the book wrapped his cheeks around him and put them in his mouth. Not long ago, I was so cold that I couldn't think of a prize outside, but now it's over. A warm breeze passed by.

“I thought he was doing well, too. I was with Moon a while ago. You don't know Mr. Moon, do you? ”

“You're a teacher. Tired of showing off your disciples. ”

Speaking of Hyundai, the speaker giggled and laughed.

“Did you see what he wrote in English? ”

“You saw it.”

“It's not the birds that are afraid of him, it's the water. ”

Hyundai's gaze moved. She has a mean face.

“Didn't you think of that? I felt that way reading both of them. ”

A story of drowning. The protagonist suffocates. Two novels have something in common.

“Why don't you check with yourself? ”

“Should I?”

“That's ridiculous.”

The speaker turned his head to the flashing thought.

“By the way, what have you been up to? ”

“Yeah, a little bit. ”

There are many readers who are waiting for the novel by Im Hyundo. I heard you recently received an offer from a publisher.

“You said you finished the plot. It's been a long time coming this time. ”

The booklet twisted her chin and asked. Hyundai nodded boldly.

“I'm a little greedy. ”

The book stopped chopping.

“Where?”

“People.”

“Who?”

Hyundai gently raised his cup.

“Disciple.”

The speaker blinked.

“That's a tough one for you. ”

Hyundai doesn't write testimonials. I do not have a judging committee, an undergraduate or a student. I am not interested in presenting high body value lectures. Even writers who seek advice don't like it very much. Born and bred, the speaker opens her mouth.

“Teach someone. Who are the two writers you're gonna like? ”

He taps the glass of water with his finger. There is a clear sound.

“I think so.”

“Huh?"

The speaker looked at him with her eyes wide open.

“What do you want to play with? ”

“Dong, you don't need it. I thought I'd tell you to wait for confirmation. ”

“I'm greedy this time. ”

“You want an apprentice? ”

“It's not like that. ”

“Then what is it? Why don't you come to class with us? ”

“I don't need it. ”

Hyundai said confidently, facing her.

“When are you going to meet him? ”

*

“It's been a while."

The dog wags its tail. He stroked the head of the dog with the collar. It's been a long time. The book still looked healthy. Junsu and his colleagues were wrestling with the plaintiff constantly. Recently, he was depressed because he was still stuck in writing. Junsu was just about to leave the university lecture. Her house becomes a classroom or someone's workshop.

“What's the matter? ”

The dog, who was lying on his back, suddenly got up from his seat, taking the hand of the Lord. The tail moves fast. I looked around to see if the owner wanted to come. I see someone coming up the steep alley. He also got up from his seat.

“Teacher.”

“Were you two together? ”

Im Hyun is also a writer.I was surprised. I didn't hear him come in today. I thought about it quietly, but it seemed like the face of the book was bright. He greeted him.

“How are you? ”

“Yes, are you well? ”

“Healthy.”

He knelt before the dog, speaking nonchalantly. The dog flinches at him. Breath sounds rough. It looks completely different from when it's with you. I do all sorts of jokes. I asked shakily.

“You must be very close. ”

“I've gotten used to it on and off. ”

“I didn't know you were so talented. ”

The dog stands on two legs and is not in a commotion. Hyundai was tightening his waist while greeting his dog. He stares at his back and listens to what he has to say late.

“Do you like to travel? ”

I blinked my eyes and hurriedly replied.

“I like it.”

Hyundai nods. The silence passes. He sees the tail of a dog running like a propeller.

“That's what the speaker said. ”

I listened.

“There will be a lot of writers who want to know how I write. ”

“Of course. ”

He said with all his heart as if he was joking.

“I'm one of them, too. ”

“I see.”

Hyundai turned and went down without fooling himself. I stared behind him and sat down next to the dog. The dog retreats to the side of the sludge. He later realized that it was some kind of data investigation.

“Why Australia · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Crew buries his head and mutters. Hyundai had already returned from his meal. He stares up at the dim sky.

“Why are you going to Mr. Hyundai's workshop by chance? ”

Keung shouts, Junsu soothes the roots with an awkward smile. The speaker drank tea in peace.

“Here you go, rookie. ”

“Why just you. ”

It is full of grudges beyond envy.

“Why not me? ”

“I see.”

He replied roughly. The muscles tremble.

“Very good! Very good. Oh, my stomach hurts. ”

“You ate too much. ”

He shrugs.

“I'll learn your share. ”

“To the very end. ”

His gloomy eyes suddenly changed.

“Yes. You're doing well, aren't you? Get side-by-side attention with a translator and say you donated something like 10 billion · · · · · Go and feel uneasy. There's a top. ”

“How old are you when you say such childish things? ”

Junsu sighed a little. He nods slowly.

“Yes, I intend to. I'm getting ready.”

“Oh, I'm annoyed. ”

Roots nervously picked up the phone. Call someone.

“Hey, boss! ”

“You're amazing, too. ”

It is gossiping in front of the parties. Junsu shakes his head with a bored face. And the best. He was narrower than the last few. He received a cell phone given to him by Kyungwoo.

“Me?”

That's the first thing I hear in my ear. He swallows a laughter and roughly confronts and hangs up the phone. Nothing ever comes back. He's probably calling someone else. The speaker looked at those disciples and said,

“Do you want me to tell you? You want me to take you with me? ”

Suddenly, he ducks his head, covering his face.

“It's also embarrassing. ”

Junsu said calmly.

“It would be meaningless if I didn't take it myself. Teacher.”

The speaker shook her hand as if she had anticipated.

“Then go and write. I don't want to. Don't bother. How long ago did you miss that deadline? ”

The roots turn deaf and go back silently. He thought, enjoying this peaceful atmosphere. The workshop in Hyundai. What's there?

Writer's Greed, Unexpected Offer (1) Ended

lim Han-baek