Great Novelist

As I returned home, there was a strange figure standing in front of him. He slowly turned around and approached him.

“What brings you here? ”

“I came to see you. ”

He raised his glasses. It's been a long time since I've seen him.

“I guess I still take walks a lot. ”

He sat on the couch and said, He nods.

“Your face looks fine. ”

“Are you here to investigate something? ”

“I heard the amazing news that you missed your deadline. ”

I don't know why I even came to the publisher executive.

“You're not a slump, are you? ”

A serious tone. He shrugs. Nam-Kyung put his hands together and seriously asked.

“What causes it? ”

“I don't know. ”

“Don't lie to me. ”

“Why do you think that is? ”

Nam-Kyung said, trembling on one leg.

“Are you so relaxed in front of something you don't know? ”

I nodded gently. We know the cause. I got myself into this mess. Nam-Kyung stared at his face and said.

“Still, the house looks fine. At that time, there were manuscripts everywhere. ”

“· · · · · · · When? ”

“Didn't you read Mr. Hyundo's article again? You still haven't gotten over it? ”

“It's not like that. ”

I said it calmly. After a walk, I'm tired. As I lay down on the couch, the penis called out.

“Novelist. ”

I looked up at the ceiling and replied.

“Why?”

“You know there's a big prize this year, right? ”

“That's it. ”

A faint voice flows out. I am old enough to receive a high award. I am old enough to set foot in a conservative world. It wasn't a very sweet story.

“Your writing is still in demand. Remember that.”

He chuckles. He raises his glasses.

“Just don't stop your hands. ”

“Aren't you going to give me a break? ”

“Don't I know you? What the hell is he talking about? ”

He put a flashback in his mouth.

“I feel like a river. ”

Nam-Kyung smiled.

“Not compared to Writer Kang. ”

“I'm older. ”

“Don't go the same way. ”

He didn't answer, his jaw twisted. His gaze was always on the same side. The window shakes. A dusty wind blows in.

“You've been avoiding the subject of death ever since you wrote the next author of Kangwon. ”

I did. After I wrote his soul, death did not appear in the book. It was not for a grand reason. I'm just influenced by him. Death is frightening.

“When I asked you why, you said, I'm bored.”

“I remember.”

“That was a lie. ”

“I see.”

He confesses quietly. He doesn't ask anymore.

“If you don't know what to write, why don't you try it this time? ”

I scratched my eyebrows. I found an excuse.

“We have a deadline. ”

“You can push it back. Don't worry about it now. Write whatever you want. ”

“That's what today was all about. ”

“I manage writers. ”

I slowly raised my torso. I swiped her hair.

“I'll think about it. ”

“Don't do any weird experiments. ”

“I can't take it anymore. ”

“The article I showed you at the time was a good one, but it wasn't a coincidence. ”

“I see.”

“I don't usually doubt my identity at that age. ”

Australia was small.

“I see.”

He started drinking when his past memories faded. I wrote a lot of experimental writings at the time. I tried to mix, break or misrepresent the two statements. It was the most recurring period of retreat. Nam-Kyung resolutely chose the words he could not write.

The day is coming. I might live longer. He might die sooner. Perhaps his lifespan is set. Maybe not. Ignorance breeds imagination. I was depressed in the dark future that was being confirmed in my head. Delusions grab my ankle. The last few years have written about that feeling.

“Is there a crow around here? ”

You hear a cry. The crow still roams around.

“He's quite handsome. You look like a native here. I've heard enough. ”

“Is that so?"

He said he was not interested. He left home after dinner.

“That's what I heard. ”

“You still are. ”

The speaker was sitting on a rocking chair, moving gradually. He sat across from her and talked about what had happened with Nam-Kyung. It's already months old.

“But I still can't see. ”

The hot sunlight was shining in the yard. The sound of a cicada echoes.

“Have some fruit. ”

“I'm full.”

The house is quiet. There is no one but her and herself. She no longer receives an apprentice. I didn't teach anyone. I only write. Asked if she was tired, she shakes her head. I just said it was time.

“I don't see any Young Crows nowadays. ”

“I see.”

He also turned his head to follow her gaze. There is no crow.He hasn't been able to see very well, either. There was no man on the tree, on the ground, in the room. It wasn't unusual for him to be so impulsive. She took the whole week to her mouth. I saw food disappearing in her mouth.

“What if he comes back to life? ”

“You mean this cookie? ”

And I said, "Yeah, we're back on the plate. ”

She smiles small.

“I'll eat again. ”

“I'm sure it is. ”

A little depressed, the speaker asked, interested.

“Is that what you're going to write? ”

He scratched his cheek.

“I'm just thinking. But I want to quit, too. Is there anything else? ”

He leans his head back and mutters.

“At this age, I'm still thinking about this. ”

The speaker twitched his jaw and said:

“At that age, you're still a writer. ”

He saw her. I wonder if she's carrying the same concerns. I didn't ask.

“I feel like I'm losing my mind somewhere else. I just want to focus on writing, but it's not working. ”

“There are times. I wish I had an external stimulus. ”

“Of course. ”

“Why don't you take a few months off? You love to travel.”

“Well, that's not bad. ”

You hear a faint cry from a distance. Buried in the sound of a cicada, I couldn't hear very well, but it was definitely a new cry. He asked me just in case.

“Did you just hear something? ”

“Sound? No. I didn't hear that.”

“Is this a hallucination?”

“You can go to sleep if you're tired. ”

He smiled furiously.

“Can you close your eyes when you write something you can't finish? ”

“Nothing.”

She answered more clearly than ever.

“But my shoulders lightened a bit when I read the words of the Crescent that you wrote. ”

“Why?”

“I don't feel that bad if I think someone will keep writing me. ”

He was silent, and said.

“I'm not sure. ”

“Yes."

“I want to write and die even if I die. ”

The speaker nodded quietly. The hot wind blows.

“That's what I thought until I taught my disciples. I knew nothing would ever change. ”

“There may not come a day when I know what I'm thinking. ”

He never wanted to teach anyone. Then I heard a knock on the door. I heard a whimper. It must be the dogs on the hill crying. The speaker leaned his head and said.

“Who is it? No one's coming. ”

“I'll go out there. ”

He got up from his seat. There was a knock on the door on the way to the front door.

“Get out.”

You open the door, and the sound outside becomes clearer.

“Who are you?”

I noticed a messy face and an old clothing rack. There stood a young man. When my mouth opened, it became a silly face.

“What a coincidence. ”

“May I help you? ”

“Well, there. ”

The young man stammered and desperately moved his mouth.

“You're at Lecturer's, right? ”

“That's right.”

I don't think it's a pre-arranged visit. No one could see I was so nervous. Suddenly he cried out.

“I'm here to be taught! ”

“No more classes. ”

“I know, I know. But I couldn't give up. I couldn't stand it because I was so upset. ”

“Angry?”

I don't understand. When he narrowed his eyebrows, the young man moved sparsely.

“Come in.”

The speaker said in the back. She smiles. He looks at her apprehensively, but she nods. The busybody young man took a breath.

“Where are you from? ”

“Well, you know, the lodge is in the neighborhood, and if you're asking me where I'm from, ”

“Let's just come inside. ”

He leaned without saying a word. The young man bowed his head and shouted loudly.

“Thank you!”

An annoying cry from the mother dog is heard in the wind. The young man smelled sweat. The speaker gave him a glass of cold water. He said, looking at his wet back.

“I'll be going now. ”

Already?

I tried to avoid him, but the speaker narrowed his eyes.

“I haven't finished my tea yet. It's been a long time since I've been here. I'm disappointed if I keep going like this. ”

“You have a new guest. ”

“Huh.”

She insists. I don't know what you're thinking, but I can't say no. I sat down quietly scratching my nose. The young man sat like a statue in the living room. I could see the gaze that was moving this way. Emotions show up with an honest face.

“I didn't think you'd really let me in. What an honor."

“Can't I just tell him to relax? ”

“I'll make myself at home! ”

He thought it would be fun to watch two people's stories.

“Then let's hear it. ”

He hesitates for a long time, then starts chanting in a little voice. I also knew that my story was hard to relate to. However, it was a sincere voice.

“I felt ashamed that I was deprived of the opportunity just because there were some seniors who were taught by the writer in White Leeson who were born a little late because they were constantly trampled on. ”

“What?"

He burst into disappearance without my knowledge. I'm literally picking on the world. The speaker nodded slightly.

“You must have a lot of grudges in the world. ”

“Yes! Many! ”

“I can see why you're writing. ”

“Is that so?"

The young man replied with a serious face. He looked at him slowly. I'm a little curious about what I write. In this world, there are many opportunities to be deprived just because you were born late. If I was born in the primordial era, if I was born in the Joseon era, or if I was born in the future.

“You could have been a billionaire second year, you could have been a multifaceted athlete, you could have been popular, you could have been talented, you could have been sociable, you could have been brave, you could have known the future, you could have been a hero, you could have played an important role. It's endless. It's not an opportunity. ”

He said with a cup of tea.

“It's called delusion. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

The fact that he was born a little earlier does not guarantee that he will be able to receive lessons from the book.

“It's not that I don't know, but I can't shake the feeling of anger. ”

That's why I came all the way here. The young man's gaze went down. I accidentally spoke out loud. The horse was added.

“I'm not saying it's bad. It's a bit of a requirement for a writer. ”

“Is that so?”

“As long as you control it. It's not a fantasy. It's a fantasy. ”

He clears his throat and looked at his speech. It meant to take him looking at himself. She seemed to be thinking of something. He thought he might be her last apprentice. I'm sure she's not just gonna send him back. If I don't teach him, he should at least leave it to Junsu or his colleagues.

“You want to be a writer, right? ”

“Yes, I am a aspiring student. ”

I had a mean smile on her face. At that moment, my eyes met.

“So you don't want to hang out with him? ”

Crow's Whereabouts (1) End

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