Great Novelist

There was no guilt in the voice behind my back. The opponent smiles cheerfully. He nodded secretly and met Hyundai's eyes. He looks away awkwardly, and he asks.

“Did you hear that?”

“Yes, I heard. ”

He said boldly, without any reprimand. The more we went underground, the air became cloudy.

“There's no need to die. ”

“Because life is precious and people are equal? ”

Hyundai put his hand in his pocket.

“so that society can go back. ”

“Yes?”

“Isn't that right? If you've ever dealt with a subject called war, you know. Once a life is born that deserves to die, society will collapse. Then don't screw up the individual. Murder is a sin. ”

Hyundai took a note out of his wallet. The homeless shrug their heads. He doesn't make eye contact. He slithers his body without checking who gave him money.

“Good work.”

Hyundai greeted the part-time student the same way. The homeless face changed strangely. Hyundai naturally passed in front of him. I told myself that I was following.

“Breathing is breathtaking. We're all a part of something anyway. It's definitely working. ”

That's what Kang Wool said. I felt like I had known him for a long time. In the subway station, a variety of people were going up and down the stairs. My mouth moved by itself.

“People who work hard will be angry when they hear that. ”

Hyundai raised one eyebrow as if it were funny.

“Say what? ”

“Don't treat me the same way. We're different.”

“Yes. It's a different way of life. Definitely not the same treatment. That's why.”

“What?”

“Did you see the news yesterday? A homeless man committed murder. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

“I don't treat them the same. ”

He turned his head and looked back. I noticed the homeless man sitting still. Filthy. Ugly. I don't feel pity. Everywhere I look, I dislike it. But I decided not to treat him as a murderer. I'm losing strength. I know the truth. I know what Hyundai is saying.

“See?”

“If I do that, I'll just kill myself. ”

A passerby said. He saw the status quo. He turns back and rushes off.

“Ah.”

It was myself who stopped first this time. Suddenly, you hear the sound of surprised people coming from behind you. He disappeared from the obstacle. I couldn't afford to care for him.

“What's the matter? ”

“Okay."

“What?”

“It's written by the teacher. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

“The only thing the teacher tried. Isn't the protagonist dead? ”

He turns and asks.

“Why do you think that is? ”

“You said you wrote the death of a great writer. Vainglory, majesty, meaninglessness, noiselessness, agony, happiness. ”

Kang Wool hung my arm with various expressions. I remember. He crouches and shrugs.

“Go write your book. The story of the protagonist. ”

I took a deep breath.

“I just realized what I needed to fix. ”

“I see.”

“Excuse me first. ”

He turned his back and left. The first thing you did was erase what you wrote.

“It's night again. ”

“Darkness must come. ”

Kang Wol sat on the roof with a cheeky face. There was a huge pile of broken cloisters next to him.

“This is what happened today. ”

He reported what had happened with Hyundai. He was especially pleased when the topics of Hyundai or Lecturer came out. The current appearance of the two people listening to it with their mouths was interesting.

“They're getting old. ”

“I was sure.”

“What?”

“I'm writing it wrong. ”

“Really?"

The rains only looked far away. I was told I wouldn't do anything to help. He pretended not to see it.

“I'm going to erase the homeless and the talker. ”

“Not bad. You're impressed, aren't you? ”

“There is such a thing. Not all of them.”

“What else? ”

He asks behind his ear. He looks down at him and replies.

“I'm going to sleep with your character. ”

You hear a clear laugh.

“What do you mean, homeless now? ”

“Yes, that was a mistake. I actually ran away. I made your story into the past. ”

The homeless protagonist. A client who won't even have a corpse left. The characters that were alive withered. Everything is in the past. Then I made a bold choice. Not in the future. I also had to intervene in the moment that Kang Wool used to use.

“I'd like to continue. ”

His writings should not be the backstory of novels. I don't want that. His character and background should not lose their light.

“So you won't kill the client? ”

Ask questions without a last name. I didn't fall for it.

“The protagonist kills the client. I'll show you the scene. ”

“Are you confident in death? ”

“You're not interested in the afterlife, are you? ”

He laughs. The cold wind blows and shivers violently.

“It's weird to be homeless in the first place. If you kill someone, you should be punished. He doesn't deserve to be a drifter. ”

Kang was looking at himself with a bold expression. A lively eye.

“Do you know what death is? ”

“Yes, I know. ”

He lay down as a pillow in the temple. It looks like a piece of cake.

“The death you use echoes the hearts of men together. You've heard a lot of good things. Actually, it was pretty good. ”

Kang Eul casually recited his assessment.

“The writing of a dead man is different. ”

“Are you making fun of me? ”

“One question. ”

“Do it.”

He looks at himself, rolling his eyes only.

“Why are you still alive? ”

It was a very late question to ask now. I opened my mouth calmly.

“I don't know. That's what life is all about. They don't know why they were born. I don't know why I am. Reason is sticky, but no answer is given. I think it's the same with my luck. ”

“Really?"

A mischievous tone. It brings misfortune.

“Did I mention killing the client? ”

“Yes, I will. ”

“Can you use it well? ”

“Are you doubting? ”

“I'm worried. ”

The river twisted its legs and waved to the left and to the right.

“I wonder if someone who didn't die well could use it. ”

I gave strength to my fist. I raised my mouth and asked.

“Sounds like you want me to be bad at it. ”

“You heard me right. ”

“It's your work. ”

“You're the one writing. ”

The swinging legs had distinctive rhythms and beats.

“The words of the river are not to be touched by anyone. I don't think it's a bad idea to hear this. ”

“You won't hear me. ”

“Still, I'm a gain. ”

“You're thinking the exact opposite. ”

“Contradiction is so convenient. ”

I let out a big smile. He swallowed an upward sigh and asked.

“This one's going in the right direction, right? ”

Kang Wool nodded intermediately. It is still a face that cannot read my mind.

“Not bad. ”

I decided to show him off. I put my hand in my pocket and asked.

“You tried to kill your client, didn't you? Isn't that what you made him up to do? ”

There was still a mischievous smile.

“Yes, that's right. ”

I continued to question by swallowing dry saliva.

“How do you kill? ”

“Look. ”

He points down with his fingertips. I looked down.It was dark and hard to see.

“Tuck from behind. ”

He shrugs. I grabbed her wrist quickly and asked.

“Don't lie to me. ”

“Is it stuck?”

“Can't we get serious? ”

“It's not funny.”

“I don't want fun. ”

He pulls out his laugh and asks.

“Shall I tell you what death is? ”

I couldn't answer. I felt like I couldn't turn back. Knowing that is no longer a living person. None of the living know that.

“Look, it's getting boring. ”

He turns his head. She tries to disappear. She grabs her wrist and doesn't let go. He paused.

“What?”

“We still have some more to talk about. ”

“You picked up a lot of stuff and you're amazing. ”

“Are you burying him in the ground? ”

His eyebrows move. At his fingertips was the truth.

“Isn't he the one buried in the cabbage field, not the manuscript? ”

Suddenly, a strong wind blew in. It was a wind that closed my eyes inadvertently.

“Will you be able to use it? ”

The last words of the last month remained in my ears.

“Sir! Sir! ”

Nam-Kyung's voice came over the phone. He raises his head in surprise as he goes to sleep.

“Are you sleeping on the phone? ”

“No way. Someone's outside. ”

“Don't lie to me. ”

I yawned a lot. I unhooked my neck and switched to speaker mode. Nam-Kyung's voice filled the room.

“What were we talking about? ”

“I asked what happened to the plaintiff. ”

“We've started. ”

“Oh-ho.”

It's a long admiration. I wasn't sure I didn't notice the greed in it. He smiled small and tried to lower his expectations.

“This is just the beginning. ”

“You're a writer, not someone else. You'll be done in no time. ”

“This time it's different. It's the first time I've ever written that other person's story. ”

“And the opponent is a strong writer? ”

According to him, he was briefly fascinated. I heard the laughter of Nam-Kyung.

“I don't know what Kang Wool wrote, so I can't say anything, but cheer up. When you're done, show me the manuscript. ”

“Let's talk when you're done. ”

“I hope you'll join us in this piece. ”

Nam-Kyung said like an insurance employee. He moves his hands appropriately. The voice of Nam-Kyung was slightly stiff if you heard a keyboard knock.

“I hope I'm not interrupting. ”

“Hmm."

“Sir?"

“I'm using it right now. The story of the writer Kangwon. ”

“· · · · · · · Want to hang up? ”

I was able to write under Im Hyun-do, and now I can talk to other people and write.

“I grew up, too. It's okay.”

“Hey, can you tell me a little bit about what you're writing? ”

He asked kindly, and Lord answered.

“A little bit. ”

“Really?"

He slowly recited what he had erased. It's a story of homeless people and young speakers.

“The speaker asked. ”

He stopped his hand and closed his eyes. Of course, I did not see the river. The words of the river came to my ears. Can you really write death? You hear a dog barking outside.

“What is their relationship? Hello?"

“Oh, yes. ”

I forgot for a moment. He replied casually.

“It doesn't matter. All right, bye. I'm a little busy. ”

“Wait! You'll have to contact me when the manuscript is completed! Otherwise, it's a failure. As expected, you also wrote by Kang Wol. ”

I hung up without a hitch. I turned it off and put my hands on the keyboard.

Spirit of the Crescent (3) End

lim Han-baek