Great Novelist

He accidentally swallowed the dry saliva. Stubborn waist and comfortable sitting shoulder. I saw the side face of Hyundai. He was focused. The light flashes. White hair is black at the moment. He doesn't tremble at the sound of the ground cracking. The sound of inattention is buried in the thunder. So this is what it's like to look at someone else's writing. I'm watching him do it. I couldn't take my eyes off it for a while. I bit my lip. My insides are killing me.

The moment his hand shifts to one side, I see a sentence. I could see what the sleeve was hiding. The disciple keeps time. Set the time to find a teacher and draw a line so that it does not interfere with his life. No offense, but I've never looked for a teacher who's been so sad about her disappearance and who's been out of town for a long time. The light blows. You block your ears for the next sound. Lightning strikes nearby.

Hyundai's hands did not stop. There was a time when I saw his hair and I felt like my eyes were piled up. Quiet and peaceful. It was like snow covering the world without a sound. But he wasn't. He was the light. It was a stifling silence before making a sound. The lightning strikes. The light spreads. It's a sound that pierces your heart. The black heart breaks and rolls, but he doesn't stop.

The disciple is alone. The teacher leaves. I don't know why. The disciple is unreasonable. I was unfairly damaged. He looked at his writing and understood his disciple's feelings. I mistook it for something I wanted. The light shines in succession. Hyundai turned around. There was no one in the hallway.

“Good morning? ”

“Yes.”

He smiled and replied. Hyundai nodded boldly. As usual, after finishing eating, he asked.

“Do you want to go out to sea? ”

“Of course.”

There was no reason to refuse. Hyundai asked quietly.

“Aren't you going in today? ”

“I'll think about it if it's a good day. ”

He recalled the noisy sky all night. Hyundai smiled a little. I did not have a good day as I expected It was full of clouds. The wind is rough.

“People are having fun. ”

As Hyundai said, there were many people who enjoyed high waves. The family playing in a shallow place with a child tube did not know that they would stop laughing. The couple were holding a child that looked about seven years old on either side, dipping it in water, and repeating it. The child laughed as if there was no such happy moment in the world. The child's body shakes without rest for a moment.

“Clearly the tide is strong. ”

When the waves came out and entered, the two adults were shaken together. I'm proud that you chose a pretty good excuse. I took a deep breath while looking at the vibrant sea. He saw his grandmother wandering around Parasol and said,

“Buy a conch instead of a life vest. ”

Hyundai pulled the bills out of his pocket without saying a word. He accepted it and approached his grandmother. She calls from behind to make sure she can't hear, but she doesn't stop. I rushed over and caught her. The grandmother just stopped and sat down and took out the conch.

“I'll give you a lot. ”

The grandmother whistled in her hands. The sound of shells clashing was unusual. He got up from his seat in gratitude. I sucked one. The grain was chewed up. It's salty and tasty.

“The sand keeps going in. ”

He took off the shoes that had come in more as he ran. I passed the parasol and went back to the sand. I saw his back. His white hair is waving around in a violent wind. The scene I saw last night passed through my mind. I slow down by myself.

I looked for crows. I didn't see any gulls today. Underneath the memorial stone was still a pile of excrement. I see people taking pictures in front of him.

“Here.”

He reached out to him with a bag of conch.

“Sir?"

Hyundai did not react. He followed his gaze to the sea. The eyes wandered over the sea. I felt a sense of security.

“Isn't he too far away? ”

I see a white duck tube. It wasn't drifting on the waves. There is a man a little distance away.

“There's one more. ”

Every time a person hung on a white duck passes by the waves, he reveals himself. I felt like I was struggling to get up there. It was so far away, I couldn't tell. I stepped forward. The waves hit hard. I couldn't see him anymore.

“That's right now. ”

He muttered without my knowledge. It's far. I'm sure I can't come back alone.

“Dangerous.”

Hyundai was already reporting. The sea pool, which was full of joy, was frozen. You hear yourself calling from behind. You rush forward. The water touching your feet is not as cold as you imagined. The water was so blue, I thought it would be like an ice cube. The slower I went forward, the slower I got. You can run better than this. I could run faster. Something keeps getting in the way. It was unfair. An unpleasant sensation passed through my ankle.

“Stop.”

Someone grabs your shoulder tightly. The water was kicked to the waist. Whenever the waves hit, the center was shaken. The harsh currents sweep away the sand beneath your feet. I felt like I was standing on ice. I am pushed away regardless of my will. I don't know where I stand

“I have to.”

“Look."

I unconsciously looked around for simple commands. I heard the child's laugh. He was the only one smiling. The child's parents and the people who were taking pictures stopped there and looked somewhere. There's a Jet Ski. The moment I see the letter "Rescue Man," I release him.

“We're on the move.”

He stared at it for a moment. Hyundai made it clear.

“Let's go.”

I stepped back quietly. I cleared my throat. Out onto the sand, sand pours into your shoes. The white duck is being pushed deeper. Drinking water is heavy.

“You were rescued?”

Hyundai did not answer. The beach is static. I look at the situation with blurred vision. The jet ski stops. Everyone is swaying with the waves. The white duck was floating alone on the sea.

“You're cold. Let's go inside.”

I heard his voice. I bit my lip slightly. The sun was floating on high and it was not hot at all. I take a look at your hands. Nothing is holding you back. I walked slowly behind Hyundai's back.

“He's dead.”

At sunset, Australia was able to hear the end of the two men from a corn merchant holding a small machine in his hand.

“It's in the news. Too bad he's young.”

The corn merchant kicks his tongue and picks up the bag of corn. White steam rises. Smells of spicy corn. He turned back the way he had carried two pieces of corn in his arms.

“Delicious.”

He ate corn with Hyundai. The sun disappeared and Hyundai entered the room. He looked down at the manuscript in his room. I did not like this manuscript after repeated retreats. I couldn't decide on the end of the raven. I checked the time and went down to the workshop. A beam of light is pouring down the dark hallway. Unlike yesterday, the door was half open. Hyundai was writing in the same posture.

“Teacher.”

I knew Hyundai knew he was there. He said boldly.

“I was wondering when you'd be back. ”

“If you had told me, I would have come a long time ago. ”

“There is no such situation. in my post.”

He seemed to have what he wanted. I was glad to hear that he was helpful.

“What would you have done if I wasn't leaning? ”

“It's a bit of a waste and a drink. ”

“You must be quite greedy. ”

“There is. Just enough to call you. ”

He empowered his hands. The articulation was white.

“They're dead. They're both dead. ”

“It's a pity. ”

Hyundai did not put down the pencil. There was no fluctuation as to whether he had known or anticipated it.

“Who do you write for? ”

Hyundai did not answer. He was a horse.

“You're a student. ”

“I am me. ”

“Isn't the teacher the writer of Kangwon? ”

I remember a book I read in the past I could see the teacher disappearing. The upright back moves. It was a little cold. My skin was cold.

“Is your master dead? ”

“Dead.”

“How did you die? ”

“Not even an animal. ”

Hyundai stroked the manuscript and asked.

“Do you think of death when you think of water? ”

He opened his mouth late.

“Why?”

“That's what I thought. ”

I tried to fight it, but it didn't work. Hyundai had an attitude that he didn't have to say anything. He thought about it and said. My mouth doesn't move well.

“I've drowned before. ”

“When?”

Hard to answer questions come back. He rolled his eyes and said.

“Was.”

“Is this when you were a kid? ”

Rather when I'm old. I twisted my lip.

“Yeah, well. ”

“I see.”

“Anyway, I still have that memory. Stuffy sensations, feeling of coolness, and the impact of falling down still remain on the body. I write inadvertently. because you can't filter it out. ”

Hyundai nods. There were no questions coming back. So he asked.

“Do you have one of those? ”

“There is.”

He replied as if it was nothing. He remembers the death he wrote. At that time, the writing was so deep that it could not be caught.

“The death of the author Kangwon. ”

His death affected many literary people. The closest thing I had to an author was Yeon Seo and Hyun. The three men were the ones who had been noticed at the time.

“Lecturer Malfoy made me a killer. ”

Hyundai smiled joyfully, saying he knew.

“That was refreshing. That's what he said. I think it would be more fun to be kicked to death if I were to die like this. It's pathetic.”

Hyundai got up and opened the window. The air is ventilated. He looks out for a long time. He looked at the wiggling white hair. There was no conversation.

“Time is running out. ”

“When do you sleep? ”

“It's always different. ”

Hyundai added a little late.

“I can't sleep well. Keep your eyes closed at the same time. ”

He looked at the manuscript and said,

“In my writings, I have conversations like this today and teachers hide from me. We need to make some adjustments. ”

“What you're using goes away. ”

“That's right."

He looked down at where he was sitting.

“I've only just got my writing in order. ”

Writer's Greed, Unexpected Offer (4) Ends

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