Great Novelist

I went straight to the workshop after returning home. On the desk were the manuscripts of the river and sheets of confusing paper.

“Is it messy? ”

I felt embarrassed after writing in Imhyeondo's workshop for a while. It was full of boxes and useless manuscripts. I thought about writing in an empty space, but then I shook my head.

“Not bad here, either. ”

He sat down and began to think about the river. year of birth, year of death, debut, career, appearance, personality, relationships, likes, dislikes, hometown, typography, frequently used materials, vocabulary mentioned. As long as he's dead as a writer, these things aren't hard to come by. His life helps him interpret his work. He thought it was necessary to clearly define the character of the river within him. He opened his laptop.

“There's the snow again. ”

I saw the snow falling from the sky and muttered. A familiar dream. No one was there. My mouth feels empty today. I circled around and entered the building in front of me. You pass through the half-open, sliding door. There were three traces of survivors left behind.

“That's it. ”

There was only one person there. He stared blankly at the silhouette. He leans against the wall, shaking his feet instead of his hands and greets.

“Fresh.”

If Hyundai had seen this, he would have said so. The River Crescent appeared fresh. He laughs in a rash voice.

“Do you want a drink? ”

Shake the makgeolli. Seeing its treacherous content, he shakes his head. It is not overflowing with rough movements.

“I hate alcohol. ”

“You're lying.”

You stare at him. He doesn't care about the river at all and writhes the dried squid. He sighed and took a slow look at him after a long time.

“Do you know who I am? ”

“I read your article. ”

The river chuckles. It's not your eyes that look at strangers. He felt a strong sense of confidence. Knowing that it can't be, I doubt that the other person knows the secret that is least wanted to be discovered. He asked without hesitation.

“How was it?”

“I just did. ”

I was not pleased with the answer that came out without hesitation. Surprisingly deeply disappointed. Kang Wol looked at this side without any guilt. He rubs his hands and asks.

“I shouldn't have been in charge of your writing. ”

“Not really. ”

The river lifted its glass. The throat is pleasant. His chest swells and turns off. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

“I believe in friends' choices. ”

“I don't have any credit yet. ”

“You're doing great. ”

Not at all happy He was warm but thirsty. I thought I knew why. He can no longer write. I did not write for a long time.

“I don't look good. ”

“Is it? Is it the booze? ”

“Are you uncomfortable? ”

Kang Wol drank without answering.

“You have indigestion, right? ”

The expression changed. The face of hearing a funny word.

“What, were you a doctor? ”

“I'm a writer. Would I prefer to be a doctor? ”

“Never.”

He answered decisively and grumbled.

“You know how I died and you say that? ”

There is no furnace. His eyes are lively. He carefully continued the conversation.

“Mr. Hyundo said that you and I are similar types. Always be careful with indigestion. ”

“Really? You can understand this pain? Then I'll write well. ”

“I want to hear your story. ”

The river did not move. He asked.

“How did you plan on ending the story? ”

“Is that the point? ”

“You have no idea how nervous a disconnected story can be. ”

“I know. My writing is seductive. ”

A sarcastic gesture. It was a routine prank.

“What happens to the main character? ”

“I don't know.”

“Do you kill your clients? ”

“Wouldn't there be an answer in the post? ”

“Why does the main character resemble you? ”

“What do I look like? Novels are fiction, I'm me. We can't treat it the same. ”

The rains rose on their feet. His hands are filled with liquor. He sprinkles it over the sliding door. He looked at his shoes. I have a stain.

“Thank you for bothering me on such short notice. ”

It has a wicked laugh. He takes the wine from his hand to his mouth.

“Go ask the speaker. You know me well. ”

He's leaving. He said urgently.

“What did you write with? What was it you wanted to tell me? What story did you make up? What does the protagonist want? What choice does he make? ”

I have so many questions. Kang Wool twitched his head. I didn't feel drunk after drinking like that. He looks like a child. I saw it on her face one day.

“Look up. ”

You raise your head in command. I was blinded. I had a bad feeling.

“Morning.”

He opened his eyes. I woke up, rubbing my eyes. The surroundings are bright. My body is heavy with dreams of overcoming locking.

“I lost it.”

He sighs. He sits in his seat for a while, bashing his head in.

“Hey, you don't look like you're talking. ”

He said in an exhilarating voice. He yawned heavily.

“You look happy. ”

“Tee Nanya? ”

He has no intention of hiding it, but he speaks well. Junsu sighed. He seems worried about his nephew who doesn't think of growing up. He asked with a nice looking smile.

“You haven't slept? ”

“Yes, because dreams are wild. ”

He drank his tea. In the meantime, I feel like I've had a long appetite for a dark tea. He put down his cup of tea, returning his appetite. Compliance was noticeable and asked.

"Doesn't it taste good?"

“No, it's just been a long time. ”

He hung up his cup of tea and asked.

“When is your tutor coming? ”

“He'll be here soon. He went for a walk nearby. ”

“We didn't know it was an incomplete piece, by the way. ”

Muscles twist their chins and say, My pronunciation was distorted.

“You scared me. Even if I asked him what he was talking about, he wouldn't tell me. ”

“You didn't tell me? ”

“It's your writing. Buy and read books when they come out. ”

The rookie's eyes turn this way. It contains life.

“If I mess up Teacher Kang, I won't let go. ”

“You speak well. ”

Junsu said with ridicule. He called out to Junsu in a loud voice, but ignored him and turned to talk.

“I'm very happy to see you. ”

“Why?”

“Teacher, you've been very passionate lately. ”

Put your hands on your chest and say: This face is moved somewhere. Again, when I asked him why, he asked me what I was asking for.

“Writer Kang Wool's writing is in the world. ”

“I'm glad to be a teacher. ”

“There were three rivals in my life. ”

Silence passes. I feel that everyone is thinking the same thing. We mourn the death of the river, yearn for the past, and look forward to three people who will soon meet in different forms. Junsu raised his head as if he had just remembered.

“By the way, can you stay like this? ”

“What?”

The roots were blunt. Junsu said confidently.

“Your deadline. You said you were late again. ”

“No, why are you saying that in front of him now? ”

He looked at him and asked.

“You couldn't keep the deadline again? ”

“That's not it. ”

“I know. I'm still picking out what I regret. ”

Muscles shut their mouths, roll their eyes, and look for excuses.

“I've been a little busy lately. All of a sudden, there's a lot of places to go! ”

“The more you do, the more you build trust. ”

“You can do it now. ”

“It doesn't matter if you tell me. ”

“I heard what the teacher said. ”

He raises one eyebrow.

“You didn't hear me say I was cocky? ”

“Do I know you? ”

“Haven't you heard? ”

“I heard! That's why the teacher paged me. ”

He shook his head and said.

“It's never too late. I swear, give me my right hand. ”

“Your right hand is lying on the ground, but no one has it. ”

It was a voice coming from the front door. The three stood up to meet her. The speaker looked at him and said,

“There you are.”

He replied slightly tense, unlike usual.

“Yes.”

The speaker handed over the fruit full of both hands to his disciples and said,

“You're not just here for dinner, are you? ”

“I have something to ask you. ”

“Follow me.”

He made eye contact with the two of them and slowly followed behind the book.

“How did it go with Hyundai? ”

“Oh, that's great. ”

The book asked lightly. He replied late, looking into her room. This is where she personally consults her disciples. This is also where we were summoned. I've been here a lot, but I've never been here before. She had no reason to come in, not her disciple. It reminds me of a house in prefecture that was colourless. It's not like his house. From the sofa of green light, he warmly surrounded himself.

“It's still a dead end, right? ”

“A little.”

“Hyundai is also stubborn, so he has to do what he wants to do to relax. No matter what I say, I will never change it. So did I when I said I was going to build a vacation home. ”

He recalled the painting that she had given him.

“There was a painting in the room where I lived. ”

“I just gave it to you. ”

She was curious about what happened there. I answered her question step-by-step.

“Have you learned a lot? ”

“Yes.”

“Watching Hyundai work? ”

“I saw it.”

The speaker nodded. He empowered his fist and said.

“I read the manuscript you left me. ”

“Yes, you heard me. I left it to you.”

The speaker smiled small.

“You said you read all his books? When you read it, you thought you wanted to, right? It's coveted.”

I confessed quietly. I looked at the book's face and asked as if it were passing by.

“May I? ”

“I've got a story. What would I be if I were bitten here? ”

“I don't care about the knights. ”

“If I tell you not to do it, will you quit? ”

It was a bit mischievous, but I felt a nuance similar to the river and flinched.

“That's not true. ”

“You're stubborn. ”

He bows his head. There was another reason why I couldn't quit.

“We've already met, actually. ”

“Who?”

“Writer Kang Wool. ”

The speech was silent for a moment. He said, touching his fingertips.

“Even when I asked him about the end, he didn't answer. ”

The Moon Is Not in Your Hands (7) End

lim Han-baek