Great Novelist

“I can see the sea. ”

I can see the sea from afar. The bus lowers itself and travels a long way again. I was shaken badly throughout the ride because it was hard to drive or because the bus was small. The knight's face, who greeted him as he got off the bus, passed by. You settle down for a moment. The carrier in your hand thumps.

“Looks like you've settled in. ”

Since Im Hyun is also a studio for writers, it must be a very luxurious boarding house. He recalled the conversation with Hyundai. It was when I accepted the offer suddenly and got embarrassed.

“You can come down with me, or I can meet you. If you want to come alone, fine. What are you going to do? ”

In response to Hyundai's question, Lord Ahjussi answered with a simple answer.

“What's your address? ”

“I see.”

He moved as the machine instructed. Every time I walked through the dirt path in front of me, sand entered my shoes. I turned right past the construction site where the excavator was standing. I saw a supermarket. It had a big "bed and breakfast" sign on it. I sell the steamed corn in front of him. He held a bag of corn in his arms. The surrounding buildings boasted all the touching surfaces. I think I've recently built it or remodeled it. The resort is visible. He passes through it and goes inside. You are closer to the mountains facing the sea.

“Is this the alley? ”

He pauses and gazes at the obscure map. As you ponder, you set foot in an alley of stone walls. Immediately, the air cooled. Beyond the stone wall lies bamboo. He twitches his nose at the smell of moist grass. I walked in the long shade.

“It's dazzling.”

At the end of it was a vacation home. Looks like you've come to the right place. As soon as I stepped on the narrow courtyard, the door opened.

“Hello.”

Hyundai's hair was now almost white.

“Yes.”

He looks up at his hair and replies. One of his eyebrows rises.

“Is this corn for sale in front of the supermarket? ”

“It looks delicious. ”

I made excuses.

“Instead of eating. ”

“I bought two. Please join me.”

Hyundai confidently said.

“Come in.”

“Excuse me.”

He dragged the carrier into his house. Clean.

“It's colorless.”

Wallpapers and doors, shelves and furniture were all colorless. Even the refrigerator is gray. It feels like its red hat is getting more attention. He took off his hat and chased after her.

“Use the second floor. ”

The situation on the second floor was similar. He looked around the room and lost his sight in one place. There was a gorgeous golden frame hanging on the wall.

“Here's a picture of the moon. ”

Hyundai stood by the door and said:

“The speaker gave it to me. It's a dead end.”

He put the luggage down on one side, and Hyundai said.

“It must have been hard coming, so rest if you want to rest. You can come down and read if you want to. ”

He went down with him because he was a little tired, but he couldn't move. He opens the door. It was a library.

“I think I'd shed tears if I saw him. ”

There were so many books.

“How many books is this? ”

“I don't know. Maybe 2,000. ”

“That's a lot more than I thought. ”

“There's another room inside. I've put together some old stuff there. If you're interested, go inside. There's nothing you can't read, right? ”

“Yes.”

Hyundai turns around with a small smile. He looked at the books for a long time, and only after Hyundai called for tea did he leave. I took a quick picture and sent it to Seongwang. I also rushed into the mouth with a bubble. He left a short reply and lowered his screen. He glances at his book embedded on one side.

“Do you always come to this villa and write? ”

I sat in the living room and asked. Hyundai shakes his head.

“When you want to concentrate more. ”

The car he was in tasted funny. The flavor is thick and mild at high temperatures. Do not frown while drinking tea. It's his taste. He asked about the taste of the car. He replied that it was okay.

“What can I do? ”

He asked carefully. Hyundai turned his gaze away from the window.

“You just have to stay put. ”

“Just like that?"

“Yeah, I just... ”

I turned the teacup in vain. The water inside is shaking.

“Am I an apprentice in this article? ”

“I can't be trusted enough to play such a great role. ”

He scratched the back of his head. Changed the question.

“Are you a teacher? ”

“So is that. ”

“You seem trustworthy.”

“He's less than a beast. I'm not that bad. ”

The story of a master under the beast and a great disciple. I turned my head and asked.

“Is it like a full moon? ”

Hyundai pondered for a moment and said.

“Different. It can't be that cruel. ”

It was a voice of certainty. There is already a certain image in him. I suppressed the excitement.

“How do you work? ”

“Anything special? Just write it down. ”

“There's a writer who plays by himself. ”

“It doesn't suit me. ”

Hyundai looked at him and said.

“There are often types like you. ”

Ghosts, dreams, visions, voices that are intangible, it's not uncommon for a writer to liken his work to this. He asked, reminiscing about the painting he saw in the room.

“How did Writer Kang Wool write? ”

The white hair of Hyundai shook a little. He said boldly.

“I wrote it like a muffler. All I see is people calling him a genius. ”

Hyundai said so and got up from his seat. I stopped myself from standing up. Maybe they're trying to work. He looked at me quietly, and said,

“Aren't you hungry? We should treat them as guests. ”

“Can I help you? ”

“Never mind. Look around. ”

It was strongly implied in the words, not in the specifications. He simply retreated. I felt slightly kicked out. I feel completely different from when I went to Yonseo's house. It was different from a mountain house. I turned around without pity. After a short walk, I came back and smelled the spicy sweets. When he entered the kitchen, Hyundai said without looking back.

“I've come at a good time. ”

Looks like it's just in time. I moved the spoon with pride.

“You cook. ”

“Isn't it natural to live alone? ”

Plus, I was pretty good at it. I quickly emptied one of the rice dishes, and when I saw the flow of eating calmly, I hit the pace from the middle. By the time I came out of the laundry and living room, it was already dark. It's an ambiguous time to do something. Hyundai said as he was leaning toward the library.

“I am you at 10 o'clock. ”

I look at the time. It's only a matter of time before his sleep.

“If you're hungry at night, you can take it out. ”

“Yes.”

“You can write if you want to. The manuscript is inside. ”

“Very well. Good night. ”

Hyundai turned around and went into the room. He sweeps his forearms as he hears the sound of the refrigerator spinning. I snooze. I wander around the living room for a while and go to bed early.

“Where have you been? ”

The next day, when I opened my eyes, the house was empty. It wasn't that late. I opened the refrigerator to see if I could eat something, but it was popular outside. He was washing his feet at the edge of the tap on one side of the courtyard.

“You've been fishing? ”

He nods. He examined the luggage he had brought.

“You didn't catch it? ”

There was no place for the fish. Hyundai locked the faucet and said.

“You ate spicy fish yesterday. ”

“Have you been broadcasting? ”

“Why do you think that is? ”

“I don't have a can. ”

I didn't think to catch it in the first place. It is the most likely hypothesis Hyundai asked instead of telling the truth.

“Do you want to go to the sea? ”

“The ocean?”

When I asked him not to know, he smiled.

“Do you hate water? ”

“No, I don't. ”

Hyundai grabbed his luggage and went inside. He followed behind him quietly. There were layers of big clouds in the sky.

“There's a lot of people. ”

You hear laughter. There are already a few people in the ocean playing. Although not as crowded as during the holidays, the colored tubes floating on the sea were quite noticeable. When the wind blows, the smell of the sea permeates.

“Aren't you coming in? ”

Hyundai asks. He looks at the parallel line and answers.

“I don't like going in there. ”

“Can't you swim? ”

“Yes. What about you? ”

“If the body remembers, it will. ”

You see seagulls walking through the parasols. Alone from the swarms of seagulls that rest on a large statue. The statue was full of excrement beneath whether it was a place where gulls frequent it. Seagulls were observing people picking feathers and enjoying the sea. The seagull, walking between the parasols, flaps its wings in place, pecking at something.

“Crow?”

He muttered unknowingly to the visible heterogeneity. Hyundo said.

“That's rare. ”

“Strange to be among seagulls. ”

You notice. The seagulls don't care. He saw a seagull alone. That Seagull doesn't deserve the existence of the Crow. He glances at the crow guarding his position for a moment and turns his head.

“Are you doing as usual today? ”

Hyundai said with a small snore.

“Usually I spend a little more time with myself. ”

I'm changing with guests. He laughed a little. It was easy to notice that he didn't usually invite people home.

“Does anyone come here to play? ”

I asked with a half-hearted mind. I think it's at most a book.

“You two. ”

“Who is it?”

“Address book.”

He nods. I heard an unexpected name after that.

“And the river. ”

He opened his mouth slightly. The exterior of the villa has passed by naturally in my head.

“This place is older than I thought. ”

“I did the construction. He was gone. ”

Hyundai said, taking a step forward.

“Why don't you dip your feet in it? ”

He shakes his head. I turned my eyes away from those who were excited in the water.

“I don't even have a life vest. ”

“I can buy you one. ”

“You don't have to. ”

He did not insist on refusing until the end. The surge is biting the white bubble. The seaweeds floating over it have been struck by a human foot and disappeared into the water. He stared at him.

Writer's Greed, Unexpected Offer (2) End

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