Great Novelist

He tilted his head and looked at the speech as he was still unclear about the situation.

“Yes?”

I was frightened to hear his voice. The speaker did not even look at him.

“I'm retired from teaching now, but I still have a debut here. There's a better chance this way. ”

“Does that mean you could be taught by a writer by chance? ”

“If things go well. ”

“Wait a minute.”

He got up from his seat and shook his head desperately.

“What are you talking about? I can't teach anyone. I have three noses, what can I do for you? ”

“Hey, who are you? You can do it. ”

“You know what I'm going through. ”

“It's a situation that requires stimulation. I'm sure they'll help each other. It looks that way to me. ”

“Think again. ”

“Everyone has a fear of death. It might make you feel better to have someone to leave you in charge. ”

“· · · · · · · In the beginning he. ”

“I've never seen anything like this before, have I? You love this stuff. ”

No objections came out of my mouth. Obviously, on the one hand, I was thinking about the situation. I turned my head and looked at him. He blinks both eyes. Of course not.

“No, I think we're getting ahead of ourselves. Confirmation comes first. You said you were here to see the professor. You can't hang on to a writer like me. ”

I pushed him.

“Right?"

You can't ignore a blatant refusal. Nevertheless, he cannot escape from his ominous premonition because of his thoughtless eyes. He's always looking out for himself.

“Accept me as your disciple. ”

He bows. I received my forehead rushing down. He stops moving forcefully, raising his head slightly. I told him decisively.

“I'm not answering. ”

“Yes?”

“He's not answering. ”

“Why?”

“Because I can't.”

“What can't you do by chance? ”

“I can't give something to someone else. Plus, I can't do it with a guy who's shifting right in front of me. ”

“I'm not a lightweight. ”

I don't know who he is. He said with enthusiasm.

“I'll solve the misunderstanding. ”

“There are no misunderstandings. ”

“Do you know what my nickname is? ”

“I don't know.”

I don't even know her name, but I don't know her name. He hurriedly said.

“It's a crow.”

The hand that stopped him stopped. The last one I didn't see was here.

“Crows.”

The speaker muttered as if it was fun.

“It's because of this messy skin. I've been teased a lot. Don't go backpacking in the raven fight valley. It was the world's most hated protestor. I cried a lot in elementary school. I hated myself.”

"But?”

Why is that coming out of here now? I drank tea at a slow pace on purpose.

“I just want to say that I admire you as much as you do. There's a crow in your novel. I know you like birds. I was able to love myself. Do you know how I feel? ”

I don't know how that feels. I sighed and raised my mouth.

“Of course, I didn't mean to do this. If you say you're incompetent, I'll leave. So please read my manuscript. ”

“· · · · · · · Which manuscript? ”

“· · · · · · · No. I didn't know this was gonna happen. ”

The speaker said.

“But don't you want to know? What do crows write? ”

A crow appeared before my eyes. Is that why he hasn't shown up? He finally uttered a vain laugh. The Crow's opponent is fierce. What kind of writing does this guy write? I thought about it for a while and decided.

“Good.”

The crow opened its eyes. He said, sweeping his neck.

“The theme is freedom. Freedom of sorts. I want you to show me your most confident writing. ”

“How long? Where can I go? ”

He said as soon as he came to mind.

“Is a week okay? ”

“Short words are fine. ”

“Come to my workshop. ”

“Huff.”

My eyes were shaking badly. He tucks his neck and asks.

“Can I go? ”

I dared to answer.

“It's not a robbery, is it? ”

“Yes?”

“I'll give you money or manuscripts, so don't stick a knife in them. I want to live a long time. ”

“It's not a robbery. ”

He replied awkwardly.

“Hello."

There is a crow standing. He looks out the door with a very tense face.

“You're on time. ”

“Of course not. Coming early seemed like a problem, so I waited in front of him. ”

When I came inside, I was busy wandering around. He gave him the car.

“Are you sure this is gonna work? ”

“Yes, the same thing. ”

“It's a health car. ”

“I'll drink to that. ”

He sticks his nose into the boiling glass. He snickers and says boldly.

“Good for the body, good for the mouth. ”

He glanced at the bag he was carrying and asked.

“What about the writing?"

“I've used it.”

“Let's see.”

“But you know what? ”

“Why?”

He said splendidly. There was sweat on his forehead.

“Don't get your hopes up. ”

I smiled carelessly. I never had any expectations. How much can a crow use? I can see the affection for myself. He nods.

“Don't worry. I won't insult you in the face. ”

He listens to his manuscript. I could see the little letters with my hands. A thoughtful letter. I felt a little pressure on it. The big letters were slightly out of the box.

“What's the subject?"

“I tried death. ”

“Death. Good. ”

I touched my lips. I straightened up and read the manuscript. I can feel his tension across the street. I had a strong look on my face all the time. The stronger the bowel is, the stronger it gets. What he had written was a short novel that proceeded to the first person's point of view. This is the story of a protagonist who is killed by his lover. He confesses that he was always fond of others. At the time he had read it, he asked loudly.

“Is this the one with the robe? Did I get you?”

“Yes?”

“Don't pretend you didn't hear that. ”

“· · · · · · · · The one that got hit. ”

The bike content is eye-catching The portrayal is very specific. It's personality.It's empowering at the same time. The crow moves sparsely, but he doesn't care. I release the manuscript. It appears to be his solid face. I took a short breath and said.

“Not bad. ”

“Really?"

He was genuinely pleased. He rubbed his shoulders and said.

“But I won't accept it as a disciple. ”

My face is stiff all at once.

“Please tell us why. ”

“You have a gift. ”

“Eg."

A face that embraces joy and despair at the same time. Ridiculous.

“So you'll do fine on your own. If you use them properly, they'll probably take you somewhere. I can be a writer. ”

“Am I really that good a person? ”

“Yes. It's a bit of a shame about the sentence, but it's a matter of experience. Other than that, it's great. ”

He scratched his chin and said.

“You're a genius. ”

He was silent for a while. I got up from my seat without waiting.

“When you finish your tea, go. ”

“Wait!”

“Why?”

I looked down at him, Lord. He swallowed and asked.

“But I want to be taught. ”

“Did you not understand me? ”

“No, it's not, but I've never studied professionally, and I don't know what to do as a writer, and I've never seen a city like this before, and I have no money. ”

“I'm not your patron. ”

“No, no. If I don't have money, I can do something about it. And so is the rest of it. I'm sorry for the nonsense. What I'm trying to say is you're a coincidence. ”

The horse speeds up as you tilt your head.

“You don't get many opportunities like this. I never would have met you, like this coincidence. Oh, this isn't a joke. ”

“So what's the verdict? ”

“Can't you reconsider? ”

He said he couldn't easily let go of the luck he had caught. He'll be persistent.

“No.”

But that doesn't make it okay to be a student. The crow shakes his head. You rub your hands together and quickly inhale the car.

“· · · · · · · Understood. ”

You exit the workshop. After he leaves, he exhales slowly. I see an empty glass and a closed cushion.

“Leaving it spotless. ”

The manuscript was placed on the table. I raised it up again. I feel a slight tremor when handing over the manuscript. It's a very good article. I'm headed to the workshop. I sit at my desk and take out my pen. I wrote down the letters on the paper. Theme is free. Type is free. Write your most confident text.

“Damn it.”

He bows his head. You throw a pen. You settle down to open the drawer. There was a notebook. An old, faded notebook. I glanced at him foolishly.

“I don't know what to write. ”

The crow did not cry.

“I'm here to retrieve the manuscript. ”

The next day, he slowly looked at the crow in front of the house.

“I'm on my way for a walk. ”

“May I come with you? ”

“I'm not following you anywhere. If it's a manuscript, I can get it right away. ”

“You're not letting me in? ”

“It's not like we have anything to do. ”

He turned his back. He told the truth.

“Teach me how to write that! Actually, I left it there on purpose! ”

“Ask the professor. ”

I closed the door without waiting for him to open his mouth. When he left with the manuscript he had placed on his desk, he stood in the same position. I returned the manuscript to him.

“Farewell. ”

“Have you read it many times? ”

He holds the manuscript in his hand and asks. He said confidently.

“No.”

I walked the same way. I walked slowly.

“Why are you following me? ”

“You know.”

“I already said no. ”

“Teacher.”

“I hope you don't call me that. ”

“I've read all the teacher's articles. Everything you wrote when you were young. Do you know what I was thinking when I read all those books? ”

“I'm not curious. ”

“How is this man alive? ”

He did not stop walking. I didn't look back.

“Are you picking on me? ”

Strong injustice returns.

“If you think I'm writing them, they'll already be a twisted mummy. You look like a well that doesn't dry up. I'm a thirsty traveler by analogy. Please, can you just give me a chance to take a sip of water? ”

“You think the owner of the well is a well. Otherwise, you don't ask permission from the well. ”

“That's a metaphor. ”

“Don't you dare covet the owner's water. Water is life. ”

The crow silences. However, I did not stop following. He knew and let it go. I'm used to carrying crows around. I thought, if you accept him, you might be able to change something.

Crow's Whereabouts (2) End

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