Great Novelist

“Yes?”

He did not understand what it meant. Hyundai added.

“You didn't want to go in the water, did you? ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

“It's like throwing away a cow you were holding and running scared. Kang Wool did the same thing once. ”

He blinked and looked at him.

“That's why I suggested it once. ”

You hear the sound of fireworks from afar. It even smelled like black powder. He was silent. Hyundo said.

“Go ahead. ”

It was similar to what I heard at sea. My body tries to follow me inadvertently. I took a deep breath.

“Actually, I wanted to accept it. As soon as I read, I got hungry. ”

But I didn't.

“It seemed like a question you shouldn't have answered. ”

“If that's what you think. So, have you decided? ”

“Yes.”

He said, sweeping his hair. I'm not sure. Even as I opened my mouth, many thoughts crossed my mind. But I said it.

“I'll do it.”

“Why?”

“I just want to use it. ”

Hyundai smiled a little because of his endless answers. The next day, Hyundai packed his things. It's been a long time since I came to Seoul. He walked, gazing at the car on the dense road. Next to him, Hyundai said small.

“Walk forward. ”

“There's corn for sale. ”

He looked at the old lady opening the wagon at the corner of the alley entrance. Hyundai went ahead without moving. A slightly different scent came into her nose from the smell she smelled in front of her.

“I'm shaking.”

“What.”

“You know.”

He was on his way to his workshop in Seoul to receive a manuscript from a white book. He said he would show him the manuscript that Kang Wol himself had written. From now on, it is the writing of the river. I didn't feel bad about going to his workshop with a big carrier.

“You better not expect too much. ”

“How could I? ”

Hyundai walked with the backpack. He followed behind them quietly and asked.

“But can I really go? ”

“Don't you want to accept the manuscript? ”

“That's not it. ”

He recalled the call he had heard before coming up here. Hyundai made an appointment with the editor. Perhaps the asset is more likely to encounter him.

“I hope I'm interrupting your meeting. ”

“What a nuisance. We'll be there in a minute. ”

“Yes, it is. ”

“It's okay. The editor wants to meet you. ”

“Is that so?"

He is the editor of a large publisher. It is in competition with nettewood publishers. I remembered the sigh of Nam-Kyung that I felt sorry for missing this piece. He followed him without saying a word. Hyundai led himself into the building with a bold face.

“This is it.”

This is definitely different from the beach house. But the atmosphere was similar. It's colorless.

“Nice to meet you.”

As soon as I got to Hyundai's workshop, he blinked. Personalized mustache caught my eye. He checked his business card and put it in his wallet. The editor said with a smile full of faces.

“I called her several times when I didn't know her face. ”

“At that time, I refused all of the plaintiffs' requests. ”

I have been contacted frequently since my debut. I turned them all down for a reason like that.

“Thanks to you, I got a little stomachached. ”

“Don't just stand there. Come and sit down. ”

Only after Hyundai recommended a seat could he place the carrier on one side. The editor looked at the carrier with a curious look and asked.

“Have you been on a trip? ”

“Yes.”

I cared. The editor asked with a pretty friendly attitude.

“You like to travel? I took the Siberian train last year. It was really good.”

“I see.”

“Where have you been? ”

He glanced at the status quo. He looked like he didn't care. He hesitated a little.

“I owe it to you for a while. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

The shape of the mustache changed.

“Are you talking about Mr. Hyundo's villa? ”

“Yeah, well. ”

The villa you know nods, hoping it's where he thinks it is. The editor called him "The Betrayed Face."

“Even if I wanted to, you said no! ”

“I can't concentrate on work when you come. ”

“That's not true. You can take good care of it. ”

“I don't need a pillow. ”

He laughed a little. The editor asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Why did you go there? ”

“Just.”

“Just?”

“Yes, that's it. ”

He said confidently. He rubs his mustache with a subtle look. I don't believe it.

“You've been a long time since you dragged her to the carrier. ”

He said lightly.

“I've written a piece of paper. ”

“May I ask what it is? ”

“I saw a crow by the sea. ”

He briefly explained the plot. The editor listened to the story without changing his face. Every time he nodded occasionally, he could easily imagine him reading the manuscript.

“I'd like to read it. ”

He smiled lightly. The editor was serious.

“My publisher wanted to take you out once. ”

“That's very kind of you. ”

“Do you have the manuscript? ”

“I thought you came to see Dr. Hyundo today. ”

“I came to see you, too. ”

“Drink and do it. ”

Hyundai brought a car. The tea is deeply troubling. He said, sitting in a diagonal chair.

“I'm fine, so talk slowly. ”

“Teacher.”

“I don't think it's a bad idea to end this conversation today. It's always been noisy.”

The editor scratched his back head in embarrassment, but not for long. I asked with greedy eyes.

“You didn't see all the crows there, did you? ”

I told him again that I wanted to read the manuscript. He thought for a moment and replied.

“I can show you. But I'm not going to publish it. ”

The editor said he would read it first. He cares. He takes the manuscript out of the carrier. I was nervous when the editor read the manuscript. There won't be many writers who can be free in this moment. I touched my neck and told Hyundai.

“I'm here before your manuscript. ”

“I'm good. I'm free today.”

Hyundai relaxed to drink tea. He also drank tea to hide his restlessness. One of his readings killed the sound to avoid interrupting it. The atmosphere was close to silence for. The whole time he was reading, the mustache was hiding in his hand. The editor raises his head and asks.

“Maybe from our side. ”

“I'm sorry, I don't think so. ”

“Can I hear why? ”

“I have something to write about now. ”

“That's good news. Can I hear what you're writing? ”

He saw the status quo. Hyundai moved his eyebrows as if he would leave them with him again.

“Him.”

“Him?”

I couldn't say anything to spit it out. He opened his mouth with a deep breath.

“I inherited the unfinished work of Writer Kang, Kang. ”

The opposing Pokémon's mouth opens. Eyes open. You push your face forward with pressure.

“An unfinished piece. ”

I have the first face I've ever heard in my life. I think so. Kangwon's essay is not yet known to the world. He reaches out and grabs his arm.

“Please.”

The eyes of a battler.

“Talk to me. ”

He thought it would take longer to get the manuscript from the writer Kang,

“Are we done here? ”

Hyundai opened the door. He said at the same time.

“Here's what I'm going to do. ”

I leaned against the backrest. The mustache was rolling up its sleeves. Represents a heated conversation with a lot of confusion. He wrapped his hand around the slightly feverish neck. The editor had a lot of happy laughs.

“Let's load up the crows. ”

So no eunuchs. He said with his tongue to his mouth. Surrender. The mustache grimaces and smiles as if it were a waste.

“Thank you."

“Please take good care of him. ”

I'm not trying to force you. I want this article in good condition. He did not intend to publish the crow, but he felt he wanted to work with him while talking to him. I was already overwhelmed with both hands to write a new article. Eventually, I decided to hand over the crows. I set a short verbal schedule.

“You've waited a long time. ”

The editor smiles brightly and bows his head to Hyundai. Hyundai nods quietly.

“We've had a long talk. ”

Hyundai called for him. He finally woke up in a hurry to think that he could receive the goods. Hyundai went inside and brought out a paper bag. Inside is the manuscript of the Crescent.

“It's a copy. The original has an address. ”

“That's enough.”

“Take it.”

I embraced it with both hands. Editors also glanced at the envelope with their greedy eyes as if they had a sense of what the item was. He rushed away with it in his arms. I want to read it quickly.

“I'll be going, then. ”

“Be careful. ”

“I'll be in touch. ”

Hyundai nods nonchalantly. The editor shook his hand, wanting to see his face soon. He grabs his hand and leaves without a doubt.

*

“I gave it to him. ”

“Yes."

I took out my drink after a long time. She holds the liquor alone, handing it over to him and holding the cup.

“You're in charge of that piece, so I have nothing to say. ”

“I know.”

Hyundai added boldly.

“But I had to report it. ”

The speaker stuck the liquor in her mouth and handed it over.

“I'm following up. ”

It was more like a mumbling. The writing that her husband left just before he died did not end. She pours a glass back in her memory.

“I didn't tell you until the end. I said I was curious. ”

“He did something he couldn't replicate until the end. ”

“That's why I loved you. ”

“I have nothing to say. ”

She giggles and laughs. And I was so sick of it. Each other's old faces are now familiar. White hair proves time.

“I knew you'd use it. ”

“I told you I don't use it. ”

“I thought it just bounced. ”

She knew he had complicated feelings for the Crescent Moon. At that time, three people, including her, genuinely tried to defeat each other and were still unable to win. Then I grew up.

“I wanted to be a great novelist. ”

The earliest friend suddenly stopped walking. Though his book was to be judged as great, he was no longer able to escape genius. A talented young and unfortunate genius writer. That's how you remember the rainy season at Sectionals.

“I mean, ”

She opens her mouth. Hyundai turns his head to look at her. She throws her gaze out the window. A coincidence struck her in the head.

“I've tried a few times. ”

Moon Not in Your Hands (4) End

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