Great Novelist

“Where are you? ”

He wandered around the quiet house. I've been to the library, but I haven't seen Hyundai among many books. I opened a window in the veranda or living room and looked back, but there was no one there. When I saw the water on the sprinklers and hoses, I went out to the yard. There was no Hyundai there either. It smelled like wet grass. I think he went outside.

“You're so quiet. ”

He came back inside and wandered around the kitchen for no reason. I was left alone again. He slowly walked to the innermost room on the first floor. I was careful on my own. The door is open. It's his workshop. I coughed, but I couldn't even think of going in. I just glanced. Seated chairs and large desks are almost all. Laptops and data were neatly organized The desk looks so clean that it looks lonely.

“He resembles his master. ”

I thought I could concentrate more if I did this. I tilt my head to think of my workshop. I don't think it's a bad idea to try. Obviously, there's nothing in this room that breaks my heart.

“What's that? ”

I noticed something underneath the chair. A paper. A paper underneath. I squat. I desperately pull my head out and look at the content. I read the letters. It's about teachers and students. Maybe it's a plot, or maybe it's a part I don't use anymore. There were traces of worry on the paper. I was pushed forward. One arm crosses the threshold. Rich dust shines in the light.

“Is this for real? ”

When I heard the description of Hyundai, I knew the identity of the strange feeling. You take a step back. I slipped off and went up to this floor.

“It was a story I knew. ”

I've read about it in the past A book I used to read when I was wandering the streets without house or pillage. At that time, his skills were no less than those of a young writer. I wrote it regularly without running out. It was always new and uninterrupted. It was the biggest reason he was respected. In front of me is the book that put the writer to the top.

“Why now? ”

The book must be much worse than it is now. He had to be much older than he is now. Maybe that's the story I've been thinking about. Or has it changed? For some reason, Hyundai improved his skills more quickly. At the same time, many thoughts penetrated my mind. He looked at the picture hanging in the room. Either way, you can read again. I smiled on my lips by myself. I had a greater chance of being able to share the moment that the work was born. It became popular downstairs. I came in. I took care of my face and went downstairs.

“Welcome.”

Hyundai stared at his face and asked.

“Is something good going on? ”

“Why?”

I hid the stabbed heart and asked. Hyundai raised one eyebrow and said.

“You're smiling. ”

He told the truth.

“A little. ”

“Fresh.”

He laughs. It felt good to say that the sky is cloudy after going out.

“Aren't you working? I've never seen you write that. ”

The next day, when he asked, Hyundai replied:

“There's no need to rush. ”

“That's right.”

Everyone does not complete writing with a breath as fast as they do. Rubbing his hands together, he said.

“I need to borrow that manuscript. ”

I wanted to write. Hyundai nodded happily.

“Take whatever you want. ”

He pointed to a corner of the workshop. This is where the manuscript is stored. He left the room with the top manuscript without a word.

“Where are you going? ”

“Yes?”

Hyundai gestures. He stares at his fingertips dazed for a moment, feeling the cold sweat flowing behind his back.

“Write it here? ”

“Don't you?”

I don't like it, so I don't know what to do. I haven't forgotten why I'm here. Hyundai had a wicked smile hanging over his mouth. He glanced at the paper underneath the chair. He's still there. That paper must be there.

“This place would be easier to use. ”

“Then I won't say no. ”

He sat down quietly. There is not enough space on a wide desk. He grabbed the pen from the tip of his head. I haven't seen the current work yet, but I didn't expect this situation to happen first. Hyundai asked.

“You don't think I can't use it just because I see it? ”

“I'm afraid so. ”

My heart is trembling.I don't know if I can use it. I'm shaking. I swiped the manuscript for a moment and said,

“I'll write.”

“As you wish. ”

Unlike usual, I dug my head deep. You move your hand. You don't even know what you're talking about. I have to think. I can't stop thinking. Hyundai didn't say anything. The pen and paper friction. Silence felt heavy for the first time. He saw all the letters he wrote in front of his eyes. My hands are cold. Complaints dominate the body. I had a bad feeling. I ended up having an accident after a long time.

“A raven.”

It was the first word I heard from Hyundai when I lifted my head and left the pen. He flinches.

“Yes.”

Inside the manuscript was a raven I saw on the beach. I'm crying correctly. An animal named Crow has a good head.

“Did you write well? ”

He looked down at his writing and said,

“Failure.”

“Is that so?"

His blasphemous voice was hard to hear. He vomited over his forehead.

“A crow that turns into a squid. ”

I don't know what I wrote, even if I think about it. It is meaningless. I looked at her face. There is no fluctuation. He reads his manuscript and says nothing. She asked me a question.

“You don't blame me. ”

Hyundai looked at it as if it meant something. He said with a close example.

“Mr. Moon was angry or smiling or begging. ”

“A bad opponent for that. ”

I looked at him because I wanted to know what it meant. Hyundai opened his mouth.

“Would you change it if I said I didn't like it? ”

He swept behind his back. I don't want to. If you say you have to change this content, there is only one reason.

“I'll change it. I don't like it. ”

He grabbed the pen again. I thought while writing. Maybe this is a class. I didn't have a good writing in my mind. I didn't think I could complete it overnight.

“Mind if I take a look? ”

“Here you go. ”

It's been a week. I'm pretty used to having Hyundai examine my writing. I handed the manuscript over to him naturally. He read the sentence without hurrying. My heart trembles in this moment. I let my hands sweat rather than be examined by editors. I didn't stick to the outside and waited for an answer.

“Hmm.”

Compared to that tension, the response was not so fresh. He smiled awkwardly and received the manuscript back. It had the story of a speaker who was trying to figure out all sorts of ways to get rid of the crows.

“What do you think?”

“What do you mean? ”

“Can we fix this a little bit more? ”

Hyundai asked me everything.

“That's your heart. ”

He doesn't give advice. I never taught them openly. I just concentrate on the nerves that end my day. He had no choice but to follow. Thinking back to his life that he had seen recently, he said.

“You really live a regular life. ”

“You've been sleeping late lately. ”

I have nothing to say. How the hell do they know?

“Is there a secret? ”

“I'm trying. ”

“You're trying.”

“Does it look easy? ”

“You do it simple. ”

“I also want to sleep late and wake up late. There are moments when you're forced to do it. ”

“What do you do when that happens? ”

“Against or against. ”

I've never seen him go into a room at any given time. Hyundai choked with his car. He also rinsed his mouth. It tastes funny.

“I'd like to write a little bit more about this. ”

“Why?”

“· · · · · · · Just. ”

Hyundai's gaze disappeared after a long stay. He mutters in his mind what he had swallowed. Contrary to your story. The story he will complete is about a teacher who disappears. The teacher leaves without giving time to prepare for the breakup. On the other hand, he wrote a story that drove out the seated crow. He chases and drives himself out.

“I'll finish it while I'm here. ”

“Suit yourself. ”

Hyundai nods briefly. As I confidently said, the story is still unfolding. Greed, of course. I'm exhausted by the fact that it's to be shown to Hyundai. I took a short breath. I want to see his work.

“Yes, not yet. ”

He sighed at the voice of joy coming over the phone. Workers were accusing.

“Will it work? We have to help the teacher. ”

“I'm not sure. ”

“Why are you so soft? ”

Okay, I'm gonna die. He said in a slightly bored voice.

“You didn't give it to me. ”

“That's him. You got one hell of a thing going on. Don't you know?”

“Unfortunately.”

He had no complaints, no demands. It is hard to know if you are not doing well. Moreover, the writing was blocked. I didn't see the current work. He laughed in vain.

“If you go there and come back empty-handed, you're better off. ”

“That's too much for a young writer. ”

“That's funny. The arrogant one.”

Suddenly there was a commotion over the phone. It seems compliance has come. He was making excuses.

“So did you keep the deadline? ”

“Shut up.”

He hung up the phone and leaned against the backrest. He looks at the time. It's time for him to go to sleep. I tried it in my own room, but I still don't know. I turned my back and came down. The sky, visible as a living room window, was full of clouds. It's been a blurry day lately. He took a cold drink to feel bad for no reason. My stomach sank cold.

“Huh?"

There was a noise. It was popular. I rubbed the mouth with the back of my hand and followed the direction of the sound. There was no one in the library. Not here. A little deeper. He walked slowly. I stood for a moment in the dark hallway, allowing my eyes to adapt to the darkness. In the meantime, you hear another sound. I heard it vaguely but clearly. This is the workshop. A light is leaking through the door. It feels quite different from the day. The colorless house remains shaped by the moonlight alone. I put my eyes in a crevice. White hair shook. At that moment, my eyes were filled with light. Sound arrives late. Thunder crashes. Your shoulders tighten.

Writer's Greed, Unexpected Offer (3) Ended

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