Great Novelist

I feel lightweight, exercised in the morning and showered. I knew it was good. Recently, I fell into a deep sleep. I did not wake up even when the call came. In fact, I think I don't know who's carrying me. His eyelids are light. He seems to be having a sad day with worry about his recent employment. His voice was deeply silent when he spoke over breakfast.

“My only hope is you. Write it down."

He smiled and accepted the sound of crying. Seogwang hung up, annoyed for no reason.

“Let's think about why the client asked the protagonist. ”

You mutter, tidying up the cluttered desk. Materials, manuscripts, cups containing coffee, plates with delivery food, notes, books. The crest of the river. It was not a difficult task to classify it that was mixed up.

“He wanted to die. ”

Did you really want to die? No regrets at the moment of death. I closed my eyes and summoned the river. He didn't come out. He replied. He sat down. The chair rattled.

“No.”

Your head is clear. You can see around you as if the fog had lifted. The chair rotates as you fold your arms and roll your feet. I turned around and confronted the plaintiff. I tapped the top of the letter with my finger.

“The protagonist hasn't failed in 20 years with a leather repair. He was alive in his heart, but his hands were steady. I put it back before it broke. ”

This is information about the client's character. He knew the protagonist's life. But he also knew that he was bringing things back. I loosened my arms and placed my hands on the keyboard.

“If there's a god in front of you, anyone will kneel. ”

Especially if you're on the brink of death. An unbearable smile came out. He was a god to him. I wanted to live. I wanted to be like his returned hides. I wanted to go back to being healthy. He missed one.

“His repairs will eventually come to an end. ”

Kicked his tongue at him. Whenever he suffocates from the ground, he regrets it. The feeling of clarity that seems to be in your hands compels you. At last, the soul appears.

“Death.”

You hear an aggressive sound. I didn't take my eyes off the screen for a moment. When I finished the scene, 10 minutes passed. My hands feel sore. I feel a fever and think about cooling off the hot skin.

“Which way is Kang Wool's writer? ”

I looked at the protagonist and the client and turned my head back. I felt good.

“Thank you for your time while you were busy. ”

“I'm here because you're buying me food. ”

He told Dongbaek and Rose that he had not seen for a long time. Dongbaek asked me to choose as much as I wanted, and I brought the menu board forward. The waiter was waiting for the order. He stepped back as soon as I gave him the proper food. When I became three, I asked her as if she was dying.

“You're doing well? ”

“I'm using it somehow. ”

Roses narrow their eyes when they see his face.

“It's a virtue to be modest. ”

“I'm serious.”

“You look happy. ”

“A little.”

The two faces brightened blatantly. Dongbaek looked at Rose. She nods slightly and asks.

“When do you think you'll be done? ”

“I don't know.”

“Are you going to publish? If you say you want to see it alone, I'll cry. ”

“That's it. ”

“Tell me about it. How was your vacation home? ”

She turns the conversation to a nearby place. He simply said. A long sigh came out of Rose's mouth. He mourns death.

“Why did Writer Kang Wool die so early? ”

“That's a shame. ”

I make a bitter face. Dongbaek wiped his face. There were no businessmen there.

“I think you like the writer Kang Wool. ”

“I love it. ”

An answer will come out at once. Rose dries him next to you. He coughed.

“I once dreamed of reading his book. It gave me the fun and the power of writing. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for the rainy season. ”

Dongbaek sniffed and said. There is deep sadness.

“I cried when I heard he died. ”

“Did you really cry? ”

“How could I not cry? I played a great song.”

He glanced at the rose. She nods. Seeing the slightly bored look on his face, his love was already famous.

“When you're drunk, don't forget to tell me about the writer who wrote Kang Wool. He cries then.”

He nodded, remembering his tears at the ceremony. He usually has a lot of tears. He hides behind jokes and asks.

“If I ruin his euphemism, you'll hate it. ”

“I will never forgive you. ”

He looks serious. He snaps his head back. Dongbaek smiled and said.

“I'm kidding.”

“Ms. Grant, I'm going to be very gentle. ”

“I shouldn't have said that. ”

“I know it sounds silly, but you expect a lot from around here, don't you? ”

“Apparently. You know the story. ”

It is the work of the writer Kangwon. It can't be unexpected. Moreover, he was postponing all of the interviews.

“I was threatened to use it well. ”

“Who dares to speak to you? ”

He put his best friend's name on his mouth. Both of them waved their hands saying they knew.

“I see you're close. So it was a translation that came out. ”

“Do you see each other often? ”

The eyes of favorite.There's no one here who doesn't like skilled translators. Dongbaek asked about Seogwang.

“I heard you read so many books? ”

“The house is a bookstore. and the implications. ”

“I had the most fun talking about the first meeting. You didn't even know you were a coincidence at the time. ”

“It was the same thing when I met the editor. ”

“But the public and the private are different. We thought we had a good newcomer. ”

“Excuse me.”

The door is open. The food is coming in. The table was quickly filled with food.

“Delicious.”

“Right? It's a frequent place. ”

I was proud that I didn't catch it anywhere. He actually flew a delicious meal with his mouth diligently.

“How does it feel to continue writing? ”

Rose asked, "He chewed and said what was left of his mouth."

“My shoulders are heavy. ”

“I thought it might be more comfortable. Going into the snow with no footprints is a tremor. Though the road has already been desecrated without thought. ”

“It's a slightly different concept than that. ”

He told me his senses.

“It's like drawing an eyebrow on Mona Lisa. ”

“I don't know about that. ”

Rose swept her forearms. He shrugs. Dongbaek asked.

“Is it that high in completeness? ”

He chose his horse calmly. I wiped my lips with my tongue.

“Not in terms of quantity. However.”

“Only?”

“There must have been a complete copy of the novel in Kang, the writer of Kang Wool. It's definitely an ending and a beginning. ”

“Do you know when you read it? ”

“I know it when I read it. ”

“You know the writer. ”

Dongbaek swept his chin. What a coincidence. His actions so far have always surpassed his imagination. After listening to him, Dongbaek nodded and cleared his mouth.

“So you're interfering directly with the character of Kang Wool? ”

“Yes, that's what it is. ”

“I can't breathe just thinking about it. I want to run away.”

“Yes, but it was fun again. ”

You've narrowed your distance to the characters. It was more exciting than I thought to continue the character he left behind.

“Killing the character of Kang Wool's writer is more tense than I thought. ”

“· · · · · · Kill? ”

“Please pretend you didn't hear that. ”

Rose covers her mouth with her hands. I felt the urge rise more intensely than at any moment. I want the manuscript. I want to make a book with my own hands. Given the rapidly growing company, it is not impossible to create quality books. Obviously you can make an ideal book. Rose looked at Dongbaek. He must be thinking the same thing. Strong mouth is proof.

“Haven't you heard from other publishers? ”

“Yes, it's coming. They're all saying no. ”

He smiled softly. Dongbaek lit up his eyes. The eyes pouring out from the front reminded me of a mustache with a personality. It resembles.

“You know my number, right? Please contact us if you need assistance. As a passionate reader of Kangwon, I will help you out for free. ”

“We'll be in touch if we need anything. ”

“I've been doing a lot with good writers lately. Did you see that? Our mystery letter. It was a good response.”

“Oh, yes. I know.”

“I'm also going to publish your article this time. Are you two close? ”

“Sister Calculate. ”

“It's being reborn as a publisher that catches both the popular and artistic rabbits. ”

He smiles. The two of them smile. Dining was a fierce war, but Dongbaek Publisher did not take the manuscript. All the food on the table disappeared and Australia stood up to go to the bathroom.

“I'll do the math in advance. Let's go to the publisher and have a cup of tea. ”

“I understand.”

I came out of the hallway with the moisture in my hands. I thought of the next death in my head. More people must die before he can be executed. I had to see more souls. As I was singing my nostrils, someone popped out of nowhere. I dodged myself close to the nearest encounter. I held my breath because of the strong smell of alcohol.

“Oh, I'm sorry. ”

“No, I'm not.”

He grunts, looking for the bathroom. Looks like you drank quite a bit during the day. He tried to get past him.

“Wait.”

He calls himself.

“Yes?”

“I've seen you around a lot. ”

He looked to see if there were any passing waiters. At the end of the hall, I saw an employee carrying a utensil. I try to call him, but my body turns around.

“Aren't you a coincidence? ”

He grabs his shoulder. You feel his dull sensation from his excessive grip.

“Yes. Coincidence. ”

He took his hand off and said. He swings his tie. The eye looks directly at its face. The malice is full.

“Excuse me.”

He called for a waiter passing by the end of the hall. The waiter tilted his head and stared at me. I could see the silly impression from afar. When I raised my hand, I just moved my feet. I sighed.

“There are no coincidences in this world. ”

He tried to ignore him and stopped walking.

Crows Don't Die (1) End

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