Great Novelist

He looked down at the white manuscript. Mostly like this. I envision the following article: Recently, I've only written a short article. I didn't like it all Whereas Hyundai continued to write with the same attitude. Without any confusion, he glances back at her and looks back at her. I could feel the distortion and the way I saw it in my dreams. He was really handsome when he was young. Sleek nose was impressive. I turned the pen in my hand and asked.

“Do you have any questions? ”

He looked at the manuscript for no reason and asked.

“Quite so. Why? ”

“If not, fine. ”

You grip him with a grip, trying to back off.

“The dragonflies were a little messed up. ”

Hyundai stopped his hands and turned around to listen to the story, but I also heard that he was feeling old. However, Hyundai could not quit because he was interested in the story quite well. I briefly explained to him the dream.

“I can't believe he came out of a dream. ”

Hyundai had a pleasant voice.

“I read in the library before I went to bed. I think he was affected. ”

“What book? ”

“A lot of things. I read the textbook teacher. There were first editions I'd never seen before. ”

He seemed to remember roughly where he kept the books. Hyundai folded his arms and asked.

“What else did you read? ”

He replied softly.

“The White Book. ”

It's called a book, but it's closer to the manuscript. He asked in a heartbeat.

“That's Writer Kang, isn't it? ”

“You recognize it.”

“His character is unique. ”

Hyundai asked boldly.

“Did you read them all? ”

“No.”

“Why?”

“I think I need your permission. ”

Hyundai smiled a little.

“Don't you remember what I said on the first day? ”

“I remember.”

“I've already said yes. ”

He tightened his fist and asked.

“When I found out that the book belonged to Writer Kang, I closed it without my knowledge. because I didn't want to read it in the middle like this. ”

He said what he wanted to know the most. Hyundai waited for the horse with a bold expression.

“Why did Writer Kang Wool not finish the article? ”

Hyundai simply replied.

“Because he's dead.”

It was an unfinished pitch. His writings are not published in the world. I couldn't touch it easily.

“Why do you have it? ”

“I got it. Try it again. ”

“To whom?”

“To the speaker.”

“You don't write it yourself? ”

“It's sad.”

Hyundai touched his temples.

“You didn't write it for the same reason? ”

Hyundai is silent. He understands but cannot empathize. He lowers his hand and asks.

“Would you write it? ”

“Yes, I think I did. ”

“He said that a lot. Novels are fiction, I'm me. He would have been happy if he hadn't written. I didn't. ”

“What does that mean? ”

I saw the manuscript lying around in front of each other. You feel humbled by the blank paper in front of you.

“I was a man with nothing but writing. You don't get credit if you don't work. When you're white, you're a lousy human being. It's terrible to lose your job. There's nowhere to belong. There's no way to prove myself. ”

“That's not true. ”

He didn't. He was different, so I admired him.

“That's what I thought back then. ”

He was silent. That's true. The evidence is that he didn't write. I did not write the last verse of the Crescent Moon. His feelings were the most important. It was used as a basis for action. I abandoned the name of the author and remained my only friend. Hyundai asked again.

“You would have. ”

He gave the same answer.

“Yes.”

Hyundai looked at the blank manuscript in front of him. He also lowers his head down along his eyes.

“Would you like to try it? ”

He lowers his head slowly and shakes his head.

“It's not something I touch. ”

“I feel like you could use it. ”

“You're overthinking it. ”

“What kind of writing would you have done if it was raining? ”

I couldn't answer. I've never met anyone called Kang Wool. I never talked to him. I didn't even read the whole book.

“How do I know what you don't know? ”

Hyundai pauses, then opens his mouth. The story suddenly turns sideways.

“I tried. ”

He was looking a little far away.

“I tried to keep up with his writing. But I'm sorry. When I was younger than I am now. All sorts of emotions got in my way. ”

“You can use it now. ”

“But I won't use it. ”

White hair flutters in the wind. Black hair in a dream. I made eye contact with him. I bit my lip.

“Give me time to think. ”

Hyundai nods.

“Make a decision before you leave here. ”

“I understand.”

When the surroundings were covered in darkness, he entered the library. It was easy to get the White Book back. He took a deep breath and opened the book. How long have I been so nervous before I read a book?

“The last author of Kang, Kang Wool. ”

Writer Kang used to basically deliver a lot of hopeful messages. Most of the amazing works he left behind were happy enough to be a happy finish. Writing with the stinginess of a master neighborhood becomes a pirate and satirical story through his hands. A writer who does not express poverty poorly. This book was a little different.

“The Destroyer. ”

He was the first to show up. The protagonist who resembles the appearance of the river is suffering from azoospermia. I suffer from obsessive thinking because of my depressed nature. Interpersonal relationships were neglectful and passive I am too concerned about minor matters He had a wind he could never reveal to others. It's an impulsive wish.

“I want to do something that can't be undone. ”

He repairs leather goods. Fix a broken hide. There are no repairs he hasn't returned to us in 20 years. He thinks his work is boring. It's boring to be back. It's not cool to know if it's real or fake. He swallowed a dry saliva. In front of such a protagonist comes a person who asks for a repair. He's living a life of indefiniteness. At a glance, I notice the impulse in the protagonist's mind.

“Do you know the word euthanasia? ”

The protagonist is seduced inevitably. That's the end of the story. He wrapped his head around it. I wanted to read the end of the story written by Kang Wool.

“I want to read it. ”

You hear a sound behind you. He raised his head. Hyundai folds his arms.

“He died a week after he wrote the last sentence. ”

He touched the sentence with his hands. This is a moment that I think I should use shortly. Obviously, there were the following in the rainy months:

“I asked him how the writing ended. ”

Hyundai is close. I read over my shoulder.

“He didn't talk. ”

“Why?”

“You wanted to make fun of me. ”

My mouth widens. I think I'm going crazy because I'm sad. Hyundai smiled at his expression.

“Don't you know the professor? ”

“He wanted to make fun of the book. ”

I have so much to say. Hyundai nods.

“He's an amazing guy. ”

He looked up at the current situation. I was thinking about it. Maybe it's a form of polio. He created an empty book that leads to blank pages because he wanted to see the manuscript that became books. A book can only be made into a book if someone wants it. He certainly wanted to know the existence of this article in a world without an owner of it. He did not swallow the horse out of his mouth.

“So, how are the emotions? ”

Hyundai seemed a little excited. He rubbed his eyebrows and replied.

“I thought it was an introduction that wasn't a great writer. ”

“It's serious.”

None of his writings were this dark. But the moment I read it, I couldn't hide my joy. I was happy while I met a new article in Kang Wol.

“I thought I'd never see you again. Somehow I think he's come back to life. ”

“Do you think you can use it? ”

“I don't feel good. ”

He said frankly. Once he writes every sentence, it is clear that there is a strong feeling. I feel glamorous when I use it. It cannot be mixed. No one seems to be able to touch what he created. The sentences also feel like they don't want it. I have no idea what he's trying to write. If you continue to use this, I don't think it should be a recital or a string of characters.

“I don't think I can. ”

Hyundai turned away pretending not to hear.

“There's still time. Take your time. Right after I read it, it's when I'm most emotional. ”

Hyundai slowly went out. He remained alone for a long time.

“If you say you're not greedy, you're lying. ”

I put the white book on one side and took out all the books with the name of the River Wall.

“Are you going to go in there again? ”

When I barely crawled out when I was called by him, Hyundai asked me. He smiled awkwardly and replied.

“I want to read all of Kangwon's works. ”

Hyundai did not care. While he was reading the book, he continued to retire. Reading the writings of the river and the writing of the current era, he used to feel unbearable emotions.

“I'm not kidding. ”

He sighed at the sea at night. I got off my feet. You hear the waves. The sea was so dark that I couldn't see a single inch ahead. I thought it was just like the autumn. You lift your chin and pull out the sand in your shoes. Breathing the night air calms my mind. A short distance away, you smell the roasting of clams. I sat on the ledge and looked at the sea.

“You were here. ”

“You made it.”

“I can't see you. ”

I checked the time. It was quite late. It's already time. I thought it was too late to leave without saying a word. When he read his face, Hyundai said, "I don't see you."

“I come out sometimes, too. ”

The sea was black. He saw people crossing the sand. I was enjoying the atmosphere unique to the night sea. He exhaled and said.

“I can't wait to write something about you. ”

“That's why I wrote it. ”

“My hands are still itchy. I will not be satisfied. ”

Hyundai smiled a little.

“I had that look on my face. ”

He knew. He asked.

“Is that why you offered me the amulet? ”

“No, that's not it. ”

“Really?"

Hyundai leaned against the handrail and said.

“You ran to the sea. ”

The Moon Is Not in Your Hands (3) End

lim Han-baek