Great Novelist

“How much?"

He bought fruit on the street street near Yonseo's house. The merchant points to a plate with his finger on it. He pulled out his wallet. This is a gift from a recent calculation. She sends you a leather wallet with a letter of appreciation. It's quite good quality. I took care of it and picked a spot. The quality leather held the glamour by itself because it was doing whatever it was doing. I put it in my back pocket and went up the hill.

“You made it.”

“Yes.”

Crescent greets you with a fat face. He sweeps himself up and down, and leans aside.

“What is it?”

“Not really.”

“You look like you have something to say. Have you read my article? ”

“Wow."

He gives an uncharted admiration. There's a smile on your face.

“Now you're saying it's my writing. It's not a novel by an author in Kangwon. ”

“My writing is called my writing. ”

“Is this guts or confidence? ”

The muscles rub their ears and open their mouths.

“The teacher said. You really seem to have met the writer of Kang Wool. ”

He points to the visit with his finger.

“He's waiting inside. ”

He sneezes out. He asked him where he was going.

“Take a walk.”

He shakes his hand and goes down the hill. He stood in front of the room he pointed to. I've been in a room before. As I knocked on the door, I heard the voice of the speaker.

“Come in.”

I opened the door slightly. The air flows differently from the living room. I saw the back of the book. She holds the book in her hand. It was a novel by Kangwon writer.

“I've been reading for a long time. ”

“Go ahead."

“Reading your article reminded me. ”

“It's an honor.”

She suggested a position. He rested where he had previously sat. I confronted her. I opened the door first.

“I did.”

The speaker looked at him quietly.

“I wrote a manuscript that neither you nor Hyundai ever wrote. ”

“Yes."

“How was it?”

“Watching. ”

She laughs. He doesn't take his eyes off her face. I was ready to accept whatever I heard.

“What do you think? ”

“What?”

“Did you like your article? ”

“No.”

“Then?”

I couldn't say it easily. He replied consciously with an interior that was a little darker than before.

“I did my best. ”

“So?”

“I'm satisfied in my own way. ”

“Reasonable?”

“Quite a lot, actually. ”

The speaker twitched her chin without saying anything.

“I didn't complete it alone this time, so I'm sure it's a good article. ”

“Did you hear a word from him? ”

“Just a bunch of bad stories. ”

I was interested on the face of the book. She nods a few times and says,

“I was satisfied the whole time. I did well enough to feel lucky that I couldn't write. Interference.”

I grabbed hold of both hands. She smiles maliciously and asks.

“I wanted to compliment you publicly, but I thought I'd give it to you first. Can I talk to you about you in the interview now? ”

“I appreciate it. ”

“Maybe he feels the same way about me. ”

He said in a heartbeat of nervousness.

“Is it true that there are rumors about Teacher Hyundo's tears? ”

“I don't know. They won't answer if I ask them. I cried.”

She smiled brightly and said.

“Really?"

“Yes, I read it with a sniff. ”

I can't believe someone's crying. It feels strange. The speaker woke up from his seat. She walks in front of the books behind her. Wherever the speaker stood, the name of the river was lengthened. They're all old surfaces. After all these years, she's not the young woman I saw in my dreams. He spoke impulsively.

“How did you take the death of the river? ”

“I didn't do anything. ”

She looked at the name Kang Wol and said.

“And then I got old. ”

Time passed by on its own. She sweeps her forearms down.

“When I came to my senses, I was trying to live. I wanted to follow him when he died. I'm hungry. Eat. I have to eat. Work. Then you'll get what you want to do. See what you want to write. So far I've lived. ”

I glanced back at the posture I felt behind me. Through the crack in the door, the crow raises its head. He saw the speeches. She doesn't see any reaction.

“You said you saw a crow. ”

He nods.

“So did the Crescent. He said this before he died. It's too bad the crows are dead. ”

The Crescent and Crow were one. If he dies, the crow dies. He said while moxing.

“I'm not sure what you mean. ”

“So am I. One day you'll find out. Life is long.”

She walks behind her. He shakes his head along her. She opens the door gently. A nice breeze blows in.

“He's buried in the ground. ”

What would the Grave of the Crescent look like? I didn't think to go.

“Do you want to come with me? ”

I nodded gladly. She rolls up her sleeves and says,

“Let's eat first. Musketeers are going to buy meat now. ”

He was willing to follow her out of the room. The crow climbs up to where it sits and nods. He glances at him for a moment and turns away.

“Look at that. ”

In the place where she pointed, there was a raven flapping its wings. There was a white moon in the blue sky.

*

“When do you think you'll die? ”

He asked towards the crow sitting on the tombstone. The crow didn't answer his question while he was grooming. I kicked my tongue.

“Get out of there before you get punished. ”

The crow cried ferociously. He sighed and pulled the cigarette out of his pocket. You light it with a lighter and suck it deeply. I burned a few, then put them up. I sent the smoke out of my mouth away.

“Writer Kang, It's been a long time."

I stroked the circular tomb with my hand. Well-maintained I came alone to see him today. He watched the cigarette he was riding and said,

“I still can't get along with crows. ”

You bend your head. White hair covers your eyes. I followed the makgeolli and placed it in front of the tomb.

“Will I die this year? ”

47 years old this year, 46 years old. Approximately 20 years have passed since I first encountered him, and I'm finally old enough to die. He said, "What he said is still trapped in his brain." I never forgot. After that, he did not reveal himself in his dreams or in his visions. I turned my head calmly as if I had nothing else to do. Even a face is lacking. Only the sentence remains clear.

“I thought I'd die if I was a genius. ”

When I first went back in time, I thought to myself,

“So I wanted to be great. I want to live.”

The ash falls. It looks like a nod. It might be annoying.

“People call me a great novelist. ”

The crow cried for a long time next to him. I'm trying to interrupt.

“Can I live? ”

There were no answers. The dead have no words. I closed my eyes to the smell of cigarettes and opened them.

“Lecturer or Hyundai is still doing well. Lecturer wrote an essay based on her youth and has been in a commotion lately. There you come. Hyundai recently published a full-length novel. It was amazing again. I'm not there yet. ”

He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. And I made a fool of myself.

“Look, this leather purse was repaired several times, but now it's the limit. ”

I rolled in my hand and asked.

“At that time I wanted to understand your heart. What it feels like to close your eyes without completing the article. He did all kinds of imaginations. ”

He got up from his seat. I grazed the weed and said,

“I'm really scared right now. ”

I left quietly. The crow walked over the cemetery and cried loudly.

“Teacher!"

He turned his back. The voice I heard when I arrived at the front of the house. He stands with an urgent look on his face, waiting for him. Above the young face was a distinctive liveliness.

“Where are you going? ”

“I've met someone I know. What's going on?”

“You know, you said you'd give me your manuscript today. ”

“Oh, that. ”

He rubbed his shoulders and said.

“Not yet. ”

“Teacher!"

“Haha.”

“Don't smile. You did good last time! ”

“I haven't written anything this year. ”

“That joke is not funny. ”

He shrugs. I led him inside. He raises his glasses.

“Young Do, do you drink tea too? ”

“Thank you for your help. ”

He joined the nettle tree as a publisher and has been his editor for several years. He had a habit of talking about his college years when he was drunk. In his college days, there were three things that did not fail: one was alcohol, one was fighting, and one was coincidental. That's why he chose an editor. It is said that he suffered greatly during his beginner's life due to the disturbance between reality and abnormality.

“You're still eating healthy tea. ”

“I'm old enough to take care of these things. ”

“You're still up to the task. ”

“It's healthy to take care of your arms. ”

For his part, I prepared green tea. The editor frowns slightly at the bitter smell of a faint rise. And I got right to the point.

“How far have you completed your manuscript? ”

He leaned against his backrest and said.

“About half. ”

“Still?”

Yeongdo inadvertently shouted in surprise and closed her mouth. He bared his teeth and laughed.

“I can't write well this year. Is this a big deal? ”

“No, no. The deadline can be extended, but it's rare, so I don't know. ”

He sighed with a smile. Yeongdo realized that he smelled a faint cigarette. I took a quick look and asked.

“Didn't you say you quit smoking? ”

“Yes, I'm done. ”

“But · · · · · · · ·. ”

“I didn't smoke it. ”

Yeongdo nods with relief. Thinking back to the first time he was in charge of coincidence, he was quite stable now. It's been four years. He smells of alcohol and cigarettes in his mouth.

“You don't gamble, right? ”

“Friends often meet. ”

“· · · · · · Really? ”

“I'm kidding.”

He smiled maliciously and asked.

“At that time, Mr. Young was very disappointed. ”

Yeongdo desperately excused himself.

“Anyone would. You'd be embarrassed if that accidental writer smelled like booze from the first time you met him. ”

“I was doing a little experimenting at the time. ”

I repeated the same mistake. He raises his mouth.

Repeat same mistake (1) End

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