Great Novelist

Seogwang felt threatened by the conversation that was going to the wrong place. He was biting the straw with a calm face. You don't seem to remember what you just said. Seogwang narrowed his eyes and examined the seriousness by himself.

“Don't do anything weird with your writing. ”

“What are you doing? ”

Unlike Australia, who snorts and talks nonchalantly, Seongwang was serious.

“I feel like I'm going to die soon if I see you do it. ”

“What kind of sick joke is that? ”

“It's not a bad joke, it's emotion. You tend to rush things. ”

When I look at it, I feel like a person who lives less than others. Seogwang often felt that way. I'm worried when I see him. Dangerous. Anything that is too quick gives a similar impression. He was silent. Seogwang said, rubbing his eyes because he wanted to talk.

“I'm a dog when I see it. ”

“Dog?”

“Dogs just grow up. Son of a bitch. Show me what you got. ”

As he shed a silly smile, Seongwang relieved and leaned down on his back. Throw popcorn and eat it with your mouth. I looked at him and said,

“Well, use what you've decided to do. ”

“Huh?"

He smashes the popcorn in his hand. A faint sound resonates in vain.

“It's hard to wait. ”

It's a combination of rainfall and coincidence. Most readers all share the same mind. He swept his chin. I didn't know what to expect

“You're wondering if I'm going to insult the Crescent. ”

“There are things like that. ”

He admitted that he inherited what was left behind by others. He rubs his shoulders.

“If I write a mess, you'll be the first one to hit me. ”

Seogwang fainted.

“How dare you hit the writer by accident. I'm just gonna swear. ”

He pictured his disappointed face. It is a face I have often encountered in the past. I first realized that disappointing others carries more pain than I thought. It hurts more than it hurts.

“Whatever happens, I'll see you. ”

He twitches his chin and mutters like that. Seogwang glanced at him with slightly anxious eyes.

“Don't die, my friend. ”

It was good to feel that way, but unfortunately he never showed up. The speaker once said about the river river. Stubborn and stubborn. I don't know when I'll change my mind. Kang Wool will suddenly give his head when he wants.

“Ha.”

I wanted to shake the bait in front of him, but I was also not able to focus solely on him. There was a raven between him and himself.

“Is something wrong? ”

I look up and see a smooth head. He said, "It's nothing."

“What about the manuscript? ”

“I think we're good to go. ”

He was faced with a new editor who was introduced by his editor. He accepted the manuscript with a nervous face. The nature of the job makes most editors sociable. People who don't try to be like that. The editor in front of me was clumsy in that area. He looks at his shiny bald head and asks.

“Are you hot?”

“Yes?”

A weak face raises its head. He told him again.

“You're sweating. ”

“No, thank you for your concern. ”

It's hard. He nods, reminiscing about the editor you met earlier. I was confident that I was good enough. He didn't look bad. As there are many writers, it is more interesting to have various editors.

“This part. ”

“Yes.”

He saw where he was pointing. It's the part where he gets overwhelmed by emotion. He starts speaking in a slightly quicker tone, side by side with the final revision.

“Actually, this article belongs to the heavy side. ”

“Is that so?"

Turrah, a very unintended consequence, tilted his head slightly. It is definitely not light. Seeing his face, he hastily adds.

“I didn't mean it badly. The crow and his fight is justified. ”

“Yes.”

A bold answer, he clenched his throat and said.

“I feel like they've devoted their whole lives to fighting. I don't think we need to fight like this. because the speaker answers. And it's clear to me that crows are like this. Their conflict is persuasive. ”

He listened to him. It's a helpful story. The other person was speaking very carefully.

“But in the latter part, it's jumbled. ”

“Mix.”

You nod. You're the first to enter the crystal. The editor was more comfortable than before.

“In the latter part, crows become too abstract. This makes the speaker look like a psychopath. Of course, it's not wrong to go into this atmosphere! The speaker has certainly embraced the problem. But I wanted to be more rational. ”

He pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket and pats it over his head as sweat flows from his head into his eyes.

“I understand because it's at the end of the table. ”

Yes, he offered himself. Why don't we go this way? I happily accepted the offer because I had a similar mind. Nam-Kyung often pointed out to himself. It's actually a habit of getting old. I don't have the strength to drag it for long, so I let it go. It's not like it's blurry on purpose. Just like swimmers dive and beer bottles dive. He pushed the crystal example slightly and asked.

“That's why it came out. ”

“The highlight of this article is this conclusion. You're a writer.”

He said, holding in his hands the edited text. There was a happy smile on his face. The weaker the face, the softer the smile. He stared at his face and said.

“Thanks to you.”

His cheeks are red.

“Your writing always amazes me. I'm honored to have this opportunity. ”

That's what I heard when I first met you. Introducing him, the editor said:

“I'm the editor who reads your work the most in our editorial department. He's going to be my editor. ”

He was also putting countless drops of sweat on his head. His attitude was bold, but he sweated like a waterfall. I could see him struggling.

“I read the raven. ”

“Yes.”

He closed his mouth with his hands and said.

“I'm really impressed. ”

He smiled awkwardly. For a long time, he shyly explained the power and charm of his work, called Crow, and then said,

“Something you'd like to edit? ”

From then on, a long, relentless snowflake continued. I get exhausted when I talk to the editors. Thanks to you, I had to put my hands on the river. He sighed a long time. Now that I'm done with my retirement, I can barely concentrate on him.

“Are you writing to Kang Wool now? ”

The editor suddenly asked. I'm not surprised. There was nothing unusual about that coming from his mouth. The news has already spread throughout the country. He nods.

“Please let me know if there's anything I can do to help. ”

“The editor asked me to show you when it's done. ”

He smiled and said, stealing the handkerchief and shyly. His eyes turn this way. A sincere eye.

“I'm not ashamed to ask you to do that. Are you gonna show this to the editor? ”

“No, I haven't started a sentence yet, but I can't make irresponsible promises. ”

He rubs his back with a rough rub.

“Cheer up.”

I stood up with him one last time for his support. I didn't refuse to give you a ride. I waited for him in front of the underground parking lot. A few cars passed by. He stood still and thought about the amulet. The moon is in the blue sky. I stared, but I heard the car speeding away. He lowers his head, and there's a man coming down from the car.

“Coincidence?”

Journalist. Familiar face. I remember interviewing you before. I had a bad feeling as I was reminded of his persistent question. I sighed secretly when I met him.

“What are you doing here? ”

“For work. ”

Even for a short answer, he did not hide his joy. Reporters naturally approached him with their own news stories. It's too late to run away.

“I was surprised, by the way. I didn't even know there was such a thing. ”

“Yeah, me, too. ”

As he takes a step back, he follows two steps back.

“But the writer keeps writing. This can't go unanticipated. ”

“Thank you.”

He cared about the words. He looks forward to bringing his car with him.

“Are you working? ”

“No, not yet. ”

“Did you usually like the writer Kang Wool? ”

“Rare people don't like it, do they? ”

“You didn't normally mention it. ”

He sighed and replied. Reporters have been asking questions without breathing.

“How was your life with the writer Hyundo? I was so curious about the lining. ”

“There's no such thing as a lining. I was just invited. ”

“Hey, tell me how many reporters on the floor don't know Mr. Hyundai's personality. Famous for not going in. ”

“Maybe I should go and ask Mr. Hyundo that. ”

The journalist doesn't even move to focus on the food in front of him.

“How did you feel when you were invited? ”

“· · · · · · · · Of course I was happy. Is this an interview? Then I'd like to formally meet again. ”

“It's not like that, but do you take it? ”

“No, that's not it. You know, I have a job that I'd like to focus on. ”

“Say something. I'm not gonna write a story. ”

“If you want to see me for a long time, you should. ”

He smiles. He smiles.

“You've read the article, right? ”

“Of course.”

He asked in an uncomfortable tone.

“Can you tell me a little bit about that? I really like the writer Kang Wool. He was a hero in my academy. ”

He raised his mouth and replied.

“I don't want to.”

Here comes the car. Turn around. The journalist grabbed his shoulder with the words, "Last." I felt a strong force. My shoulders are heavy.

“Don't you feel burdened? ”

“What?”

I pretended not to know and asked. He explained it more accurately.

“The writing of a dead writer. ”

He looked at the air for a moment and replied. In the car, he figures out the situation, and the horn rings. It's noisy.

“I got greedy. I can't help it. ”

He left with a short greeting. The journalist stood there for a long time and watched as the coincidence left.

The Moon Is Not in Your Hands (6) End

lim Han-baek