Great Novelist

He glanced back at the crow and went inside. He followed me in a state of panic. He greeted the young clerk who was working there. She smiles amicably.

“Sir, it's been a long time. ”

“I've been busy lately. ”

“Do you want me to give you what you've always had? ”

“Two glasses, please. ”

“It's empty inside, so you can go in. ”

I passed the bookshelf standing like a wall. It is an invisible space outside. It was a shop inherited by Seogwang. I told him who was on his right-hand side.

“When you finish your tea, go. ”

The crow sits across the street and says,

“I knew it. ”

“Kind.”

He smiled and sat in a chair. A couch and cushion decorated with colorful cloth are quite different from the tables beyond the bookshelf. He looks around curiously.

“Do you come here often? It looks like a very old place. ”

“Where friends go. ”

“Lots of books. It's like a bookstore. ”

“I'm a friend who reads a lot. ”

He nods roughly and picks out a book and looks around. Soon after the tea came out, he picked it up without thinking. Then I frowned and put it down.

“Delicious.”

Perhaps he had the opposite reaction when he ate something tasty and when he ate something tasty.

“Do you hear it every time you go for a walk? ”

“When I want to. ”

“Like today? ”

He put down his cup of tea and warned.

“I don't think you should wait here. It's an irregular place to visit. ”

“Yes.”

He accepted it gently. Silence passes. He opens the book he brought. He rubs his hand against the manuscript and flinches.

“Don't you write? ”

He did not take his eyes off the letter.

“Write.”

“When?”

“When you're gone. ”

A long sigh came out.

“You can use it while I'm there. ”

“I see.”

He shook his head because he said it was none of my business. However, I started talking more than before without dying.

“What are you writing these days? Will you be able to read the new book soon? I had a really good time reading it last year. It was like your health tea. It's bitter, but good for the body. ”

He said with a small smile.

“Which one of my writings did you enjoy the most? ”

The crow said without hesitation.

“Traces of birds! ”

Surprisingly, there were many articles that received better ratings than the debut. He is excited to talk about why he likes bird tracks. He had not been very interested in the compliments he had heard so far. I glanced at him slowly. What kind of relationship is this? The aspiring student, nicknamed Crow, asks him to become a teacher. Is it a coincidence?

“Oh, what a coincidence. ”

It was an unexpected figure to look beyond the bookshelf.

“Dear Writer, ”

The crow was startled and thumped. Eyes on you in the west.

“Who's there?”

He blinks embarrassingly. I don't know what to say about myself. He said casually.

“I followed you here to be my apprentice. ”

“To you? Hey, you got a big liver. ”

There was a smile on the mouth of the West. I turned around and called someone.

“On the trail. ”

The crow mutters. The Lord looks at the two of you alternately.

“What are you doing here? ”

“Come on. I'm here for tea. I've been coming here a lot lately. Seogwang-nim isn't here today. ”

“You said you had a translation job. ”

“I've been busy. Maybe he's getting better than you. ”

“I think so. ”

While conversing with the West, Writer Sung Gil looked at him sternly.

“Receive a disciple? ”

He shakes his head. He's tasting again. The scribe nodded.

“Whatever. Let me teach you. ”

“Don't make it easy for me. ”

He said, sitting on the same table without hesitation.

“Teaching others is no big deal. You just don't have to take responsibility. ”

“That's why you didn't eat. ”

“You don't get it either. It's annoying.”

The west side twists its legs. There was mud on the bottom of your trousers.

“Yes. Nothing bothers me more than teaching. ”

“Do one thing. ”

Comrade Gil looks west and shakes his head. No matter how many years passed, the two of them remained the same. He saw him stiffened. His gaze was always on the two of them. I asked.

“You guys read a lot of books, too. ”

“Yes, I admire you. ”

Right away. Perfect timing.

“Then ask them. I don't know if he's the writer here, but he's been giving talks since he was young. He'll teach you a lot better than I do. ”

The crow snorted.

“I'm not that light. ”

“Remember where we first met. ”

“There's no second time. ”

Determined. He didn't seem to know what the two of them were looking at.

“What's going on here? Unilateral differences.”

“Oh, my God. ”

I drank tea without saying a word about the embarrassing crow. The west was grumpy.

“Hey, accidental writers hate guys like you. ”

The standing man raises his arms on the table and straightens his chin. I can only see half the face of the crow to cover my back.

“People are attracted to people who are similar to each other. You're too light. And I feel overwhelmed, young and vibrant. I feel like I'm gonna have an accident once in a while. You don't know what it was like when you were a kid, do you? It was the exact opposite of you. ”

“Don't flinch. Sit up straight. ”

“You're not who I think you are. ”

The crow growled. Emotions remain visible on the face. When he saw that face, he opened his chest more confidently. I told the raven I was going to fight back.

“The more you come out like that, the more you hear, the more you hand it over. ”

“It's no fun to tell. ”

Comrade Gil looked at him. I didn't react to the look of a man's eyes.

“How have you been? ”

“It's us. ”

The two responded that they were perfectly healthy. I also spoke about my recent writing briefly.

“Young writers are good at writing these days. It's good to read all the time because I have strength. ”

Even though he said that, he was proud that he did not lose. My comrade didn't say anything about it.

“Comrade Gil, I remember when you took a break. At that time, the writer wrote a very powerful article. ”

“It was good then. ”

Comrades prefer to write about their experiences. That's why it was important to have an experience you could understand. He traveled in various countries with about eight years of rest. I wrote consistently without before, looking like this.

“I used to get the word" overwhelming writer. "”

You know what you were called. At that time, the club made a bet on how far to go. He remembered the money he had made at that time, and said quietly.

“When is the time?" he asked. ”

“Are you starting to see the moment? ”

“I have to write a poem. It's been five years. ”

“It lasts longer than I thought. How long was I going to do that? ”

The west said forcefully.

“If one of them dies, it'll break naturally. ”

He rubs his back.

“I'm not sure I know what I'm closing. I'll give you as much time as I can. ”

“The other writers are busy, actually. Well, I can make it this year. There's plenty of time.”

“You should eat sometime. ”

“I see.”

“Sounds good.”

The crow intervenes. His gaze gathers, and he panics.

“No, I just want to go. ”

“What did you say you were taking there? ”

The answer came from the mouth of the West. He said without dying.

“If I become a student, I can go someday, right? ”

“You're not. ”

He kept his mouth shut. He looked at the face of such a crow.

“I can't empathize. ”

The voice was bold, but the sound of dropping the cup was loud. Two authors have closed their mouths. The crow was embarrassed.

“Yes?”

“I don't know why you're so clinging to me. I don't even know why I should be a student. I don't even want to. ”

“If you tell me why, will you accept it? ”

“Tell me. ”

Tell me why he's moving.

“Because you're a genius writer. ”

That was a terrible answer.

“There's a genius in front of you, won't anyone teach you a lesson? I've read your books all the time. The writing you wrote made my heart tremble. It changed me. I want to be able to do that. ”

“It's been a long time since I've heard of a genius. ”

“No way. There's no such thing as a genius. ”

He laughs. The crow laughs.

“I knew you wouldn't accept my apprentice. ”

“Eg."

He asks in a hurry, instinctively realizing that he blew the opportunity.

“Did I do something wrong? ”

“I don't know.”

“What did I say? ”

“Why are you asking me that? ”

The crow looks west and turns to the Lord. He was getting ready to get up from his seat.

“Tell me.”

The crow got up from his seat and exclaimed.

“What.”

“Why won't you accept me? What I don't understand. Tell me what to do. You're not completely out of your mind. I'm not stupid. ”

He opens his eyes. He said confidently.

“Nothing.”

“No, I do. ”

“Do you know why people die? ”

There are lots of clouds outside the window. It was going to rain soon.

“That.”

“There's no reason. I'm just gonna die. ”

“· · · · · · · Maybe. Somewhere, I'm sure.”

I opened my mouth without listening to him.

“I personally don't think that's bad. You want to find out if there's a reason. Like an attitude towards execution. Is my death right or wrong? ”

I ignored him and greeted them.

"Goodbye."

“Goodbye. ”

They waved boldly. You leave the shop. The area is quiet. I went back the way I came. A deep emotion rises from within. My hands are itchy.

“Are you angry? ”

I muttered like a sigh. I want to show that raven my writing. I want you to say I'm great. I want to hear that you are a great novelist. You grip your teeth. You hear a sound. A drop of water fell on my forehead. Just one drop.

“Teacher!"

“I told you to stop calling me that. ”

I said it boldly, but there was no warmth. The crow noticed and hung. He said, looking at such a crow.

“From now on, I'm going to write. ”

“· · · · · · · Bye. ”

“I said I wanted to see you. ”

You stop walking. You turn around. I can see your embarrassed face. I can't stand it because I'm scared. He replies.

“Yes. I'm sure I can learn something from it. ”

“Is that so?"

“Of course.”

Nothing in this world is natural.

“I bet you I don't. It's a bet.”

“· · · · · · · If I win? ”

Another raindrop fell. I wiped my nostrils.

“If I win, don't write. ”

Crow's Whereabouts (3) End

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