Great Novelist

“I didn't hear that. ”

“That's the first time I've said that. ”

She turns the cup back for nothing. The heavy glass moves bluntly. She recalls the time when the three of us had a drink instead of two. At that time, there was a river. He always yelled out with a confident attitude. I acted like there was nothing to be afraid of in this world. I was beaten like a child who did not fail. I didn't think I'd get sick. The emotions that came at that time were still vivid.

“But I couldn't do it either. ”

“Why?”

“I missed you.”

Hyundai smiled unfairly. She looks down at the manuscript of the Crescent that she took out in a long time. I tried to tie it, but it didn't work. Maybe it's because of the character he wrote down. Maybe it's because they wrote the introduction in a dark atmosphere. The book said clearly.

“I keep wanting to write something else. As I continued to write, I could barely keep my eyes open. So I just blew it. ”

“He already knew that. ”

He was convinced. The speaker quietly drank.

“That's why you didn't tell me. I want to know my whole life.”

“That's bad.”

“That's right."

The book moved the ice to the glass. Fill the drink and turn it back. A rattling sound intervenes between the horses. Hyundai stared at the glass for a moment. The speech stopped.

“I wonder if I didn't know. ”

Hyundai looked at her with his hands on her temples.

“He must have thought one of us would succeed. He didn't want to see other people's sentences put together in his own words. ”

“Then it's a big failure. ”

“Yes. We liked him a lot more than he expected. ”

Hyundai shakes his head, hating. The speaker gave a cheerful smile. I was a little tipsy.

“I like that he failed, but I disagree. ”

“Let's be honest. He's drunk. ”

“Only you. ”

Hyundai loosened his strength. Hair spills down onto my forehead as I head down.

“What kind of coincidence do you write? ”

The speaker hesitated for a while and asked what it took.

“What did you expect her to do? It's gonna be a lot of pressure. ”

Hyundai replied that it was nothing serious.

“I don't want anything. It was just impulse.”

“What impulse? ”

Hyundai swept his hair. He briefly told me what happened on the beach. My lips, which were blue, trembled. Poor thing. He doesn't hesitate. I thought, looking at his back, running to save people.

“I think I can forgive whatever I write. ”

It was a young day, a feeling I felt when I saw the snow. I forgot for a long time. Like the old music encountered on the street, Australia perfumes.

“That's it. ”

Hyundai said with a grumpy face. The speaker replied in a slightly bitter tone.

“He's Lord. Maybe he'll unravel a secret we've been wondering all our lives.“ ”

“An unexpected advantage. ”

Hyundai wrote the manuscript of the river that came up with the liquor. At that time, the landline at Yeonseo's house rang. The speaker got up from her seat and answered the phone. Hyundai sat down to fix his posture.

“Coverage?”

Hyundai raised one eyebrow and looked at her. The speaker frowned and looked at him.

“In the Crescent?”

The eyes of the book moved calmly.

“The unfinished one. ”

Hyundai swept his chin. That's all I expected. The speech simply rejected the offer. He thought of Lord. I am a writer who will write directly.

“That's a lot of pressure. ”

I muttered as if it were something else.

*

“I never really thought about it. ”

He looked down at the manuscript of the Crescent Moon and said. It was serious. I never imagined it would be something like this. I was shocked.

“That's too much writing. ”

His letters are a mess. It's hard to recognise. I'm confused if it's Korean. The language acquisition device was a writing pen enough to work. I need an interpretation. The white book was becoming an interpretation. I wonder how Hyundai or Lecturer recognized the letters. He sighed.

“That's fine. ”

I was satisfied. This manuscript contained intense feelings of grandeur at the time. This pencil draws near to his pain. He thought again. I'd love to meet you. I liked him lying on the bed, so I wanted to meet him and ask him about this article. Questions piled up like a mountain. I closed my eyes without delay. A house that had been neglected had been covered in dust. The air that remained trapped was frustrating. The clock is pointing to the wrong time. The second hand goes back and forth in the same place. It's annoying.

“Why isn't it coming out? ”

I opened my eyes for a while. I waited for him in the same place I saw him in my dream. However, the river did not reveal itself. I'm embarrassed. In this case, there's only one thing I can think about.

“You're embarrassing me. ”

All this is what the Strength wants. I held on to the pen relentlessly, but nothing changed. After falling asleep, he had to open his eyes to the sound of the doorbell the next day. I had a hard time dreaming that I was tired. I took my good body and went out to the porch. The uninvited guest was a slowpoke.

“What's going on? ”

He rubs his eyes and opens the door. He breathes fire from both eyes. He fell asleep late and just woke up.

“Why aren't you answering your phone? ”

“Phone? Is it off?”

I haven't changed the batteries for a while. Seogwang found his forehead. He stepped aside without caring.

“Come in.”

“Hey."

“Huh?"

A split voice rang out in the hallway.

“Where is it? ”

Seogwang shakes his shoulders as if he had left something behind.

“Goal ringing. I just woke up. Looking for what? Did you leave anything behind? ”

“That's not it. ”

He took a deep breath. It's a face that can't control emotions. A lot of suppressed voices leaked out. I don't think he did this when he translated his own text. I wonder what the hell is going on. Seogwang finally cried out.

“Where is Writer Kang? ”

I'm sleepwalking. This time it's his turn to water.

“How did you know that? ”

“You're the only one I don't know right now. ”

He slaps his chest. He kindly raises his cell phone in front of you. I didn't see anything. You tilt your head away from an object that presses your nose.

“You've been in Mr. Hyundo's villa so far. ”

I grabbed his phone from his hand. According to Seogwang, the knights are coming up in real time. I swiped the head that would have been pressed on one side and returned the phone.

“What do you want? ”

“What do you think is going on? ”

“I'll eat alone. ”

He went to the kitchen. Not once or twice, but what has already happened. I need to eat something first.

“Oh, before that, a cell phone. ”

I thought there might be a lot of calls, so I tried to contact him first. I simply replied and went into the kitchen. Suddenly, Seongwang knelt on his knees.

“Please show me! ”

I can sense what he wants. He looked down at his head and said.

“No.”

This is mine. He did not hide his intense boiling appetite. Seogwang opened his mouth and caught the crotch. I was distracted for a while. He lay in the living room and protested, then suddenly ran out and bought a boring bribe to support him. I talked to him the whole time I was eating. First, he was tired. I took him off pretending I was willing to let him.

“What is this? ”

The voice is as shocked as I expected. The two hands holding the manuscript trembled. He accidentally rubs his eyes and blinks again. He said while drinking the coffee he bought.

“Written by Kang Wool. ”

“I don't recognize you. ”

I laughed at his unbelievable face. Seogwang was serious.

“I really don't know. Are you doing this on purpose? You don't want me to recognize it? Oh, can you see this in the mirror? ”

“Well.

Seogwang knew it couldn't be done, but he didn't give up his foolishness. Seogwang frowned and handled the manuscript calmly and delicately. He knew it was a copy.

“Are you done now? ”

“Hold on a second. ”

Seogwang interpreted the manuscript by squinting and piercing his eyes. He couldn't wait to breathe, but he could see it in his eyes.

“Read?”

“Never.”

Seogwang turns his head and breathes. I put down the manuscript and buried my face.

“I can barely get my hands on it. Why this ordeal? ”

He tapped and comforted him. Seogwang asked, pulling out his rough hands.

“How are you going to read? ”

“It's in my eyes. ”

“Don't lie to me. ”

“It's true.”

Seogwang asked with a desperate face.

“I'm feeling inferior. ”

“I have an interpretation. ”

“You filthy bastard. ”

He turns and lunges. He dodges.

“I can't see it. ”

“Are you being particularly shy? ”

“It's written by Kang Wool writer. ”

Seogwang was speechless and only muttered. Strong writers have a passion for ownership. Everyone wants to know him alone. But he is a famous writer. People complain on the one hand. Maybe it's a disgrace to the writer who left so early. It's a feeling of self-indulgence. Readers of Kang Wool are all like writers. I gave up Seogwang and sat down.

“I heard you wrote something. ”

“Oh, at Mr. Hyundo's house? ”

“Yeah, you said you were going to publish it. ”

“I wasn't planning on going out. ”

“I thought Im Hyun and the writer are preparing for this time. ”

“That's it. ”

“Do you know what the new piece is about? ”

“I know. I saw the work myself. ”

“Tell me. ”

“Buy and read books when they come out. ”

“There's nothing good about being a writer's friend. ”

A friend who answered roughly asked me if I was angry or not.

“So, what are you going to do? ”

“What.”

“You said you were writing a sequel. Can you do it? ”

He said, rubbing his back.

“Actually, it's already blocked. ”

“Hey, hey. ”

So Joshua shrugged his shoulders as he thought it would be. Seogwang throws a popcorn in his hand. It was something he bought to eat.

“You have to do it right. If you don't, you'll hurt your face. ”

“That's right."

If you fail this time, the return blow will be severe. I looked at the uncertain future for a moment and stopped. He has other things to do. It's about a person who doesn't exist in a fantasy.

“How can we meet? ”

“Who?”

“Kang, the writer. ”

Seogwang replied with a nonsense.

“How do you expect to meet a dead person? Are you going to die too?”

He looked at the western lights and asked.

“Can I meet you when I'm dead? ”

Moon Not in Your Hands (5) End

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