Great Novelist

“Let's eat. ”

He thought, wrapped around a hungry stomach. In front of me, cars were passing by. I was on my way back from a light walk this morning. It's noisy outside the park. On the weekends, everyone poured out and the streets overflowed.

It is an ambiguous time to eat breakfast or lunch. But I was hungry. I'm thinking about what to eat. Boom, boom. The car cried.

Should I eat bread?

His concerns were not long. As soon as I crossed the street, there was a bakery. He stared at the traffic light and waited for the red light to change. People were standing in India, cars were crossing the road.

Honestly, I just wanted to wrestle and hold a pen all day. Eating was a hassle. It was also a waste of time to fill my stomach. However, the writing was not something that could be written in this state. To build a detailed and thorough world, we must not starve in order not to make holes.

He saw the road through the car. The white line is moving at a rapid rate. That line is drawn for man. Walk up there. Stop the car. It was a promise of safety. Unfortunately, there were too many reasons for people to take the promise lightly. Sometimes people break their promises, and when they do, they die.

Then will war do the same?

He thought, touching the little USB in his pocket.

Glug. My stomach flutters. I didn't go for a walk without breakfast. Staring at the bakery across the street, the red light turns to green. People crossed the road together. He set his foot on the road one step later. It didn't take me long to get across the street. The green light immediately started to blink.

As he almost crossed the road, those who came later began to cross the road late. The cars snap out of line and stop. The red light gives you a glimpse of your willingness to leave immediately.

Everything seemed to be at risk. The lady running from afar, the old woman pushing the stroller, the dog prowling and the young owner holding the collar were still on the white line.

He watched as the green lights turned to red.

Nothing happened. The fire turns red and the people safely over here.

He turned to the bakery. I didn't even go inside, but it smelled like bread. I forgot my empty stomach. In this condition, I will not buy bread more than I need to.

Sometimes it will be okay. He forcefully opened the door and went inside. I was thinking about which bread to eat, and there was a vibration in my pocket. The phone's ringing.

It was a speech. He quickly pressed the phone.

“Yes, sir. ”

“Yes, Master. Are you busy?”

“No, I was walking in. ”

He said it as it is.

“Really? So, do you have time today? ”

“Yes, I'm free. ”

“That's great. ”

Come get some food. The speaker said it was really nice to meet him. Her food was much warmer and better than the bakery's sandwich. When I was hungry, he replied that he would go straight away without thinking long.

“Be careful. Watch out for the car.”

The phone was disconnected and he began picking bread in a more calm manner than before. I decided to buy some bread to go. I bought it abundantly, according to the meaning of the book, "If I don't eat enough, I'm afraid."

“Here I am. ”

“You made it.”

Puppy. You hear the dog barking from afar. He looked at the bag of bread in his hand and said,

“Open the bakery? ”

“It's a shame it's not enough. ”

“Where have you heard so much? ”

Talking with him, he went inside and just faced the speeches coming out of the kitchen.

“There you are. What have you got there? ”

“I brought you some bread. ”

“Just come. We have plenty to eat at home. ”

“I wish there were more. ”

“Yes, sit down and play with the reindeer. I'll make you lunch in a minute. ”

“Yes.”

The book went back into the kitchen with an apron on. There was a smile on his face. He sat down with his comrades, like she said.

“What about Junsu? ”

“I went to lecture. ”

Then I met him for the first time at the university. I didn't listen to him. While saying hello to each other lightly, Lord asked.

“What have you been writing lately? ”

“Uh, plaintiff's request came in. I'm writing a piece for a magazine. ”

“You're not the same writer who wrote the debut of the talk. ”

“This one.”

Crew asked me a thoughtful question.

“Doesn't it come to you quite a bit? He's an accidental writer. ”

He replied with a slight smile to his comrade who follows my tone.

“They're all rejecting it. ”

“Aha.”

“I'm hiding my face. Plus, I don't really like deadlines. I feel comfortable writing when I want to. ”

“Yes. The end is hell. ”

Lee said, crumbling the bag of bread that he brought.

“Aren't you going to live like her? ”

“Are you talking about Writer Yoon Sang-chul? ”

“Then is there anyone else who goes into the mountains and writes besides her? ”

Yoon San-jeong, a writer, is famous in many ways. Even in his writings, when I think of her, the first thing I think of is the news of building a house on the mountain to write.

She only writes novels. I don't write anything else. To do that, I went into the mountains and settled down there. A geek is a geek. I didn't know he had ties to a calculating writer, by the way.

“How do you know each other? ”

“My sister is also a teacher's disciple. ”

Lee said lightly, picking up a slimy bread from the bag.

“I didn't know.”

“Most people don't know. I haven't been here long. I was already a writer when I came here. He's not a student, but he's not a student. She doesn't do interviews. ”

“How did you get to know her? ”

“My sister loves alcohol. I'm the only one drinking here. After sharing a glass, I quickly became close to him. I haven't seen much of him since he went into the mountains. ”

How are you? I ripped the sack wrapped around the bread. I'm going to eat soon, but I can't stand that bird and put it on bread.

“I don't know if I can leave you any rice. ”

“I can eat it all. ”

He said confidently. Then I cut my mouth wide and asked. When I saw that scene, the speaker from the kitchen saw it and lightly nagged.

Lunch was delicious. Her cooking was dull and warm. After finishing his meal, he went out to take a look at the garden.

There were many kinds of vegetables planted. Ants were passing by. He crouched and watched them. I moved a small stone in front of the ant. The ant moves around in a panic, then finds another way to avoid the stone.

Even though they placed a slightly larger stone, the ant avoided it as if it knew that there was a larger earth beside it. He was magnificent. He decided to give him a little piece of bread as an apology. The ant reacts nimbly as it takes some bread from its usual state and throws it away. I was watching the ants carrying food for a long time, and I heard the call of the teacher behind me.

“Sit down and eat some fruit. ”

“Yes.”

He sat next to her, looking at the fruits of his daily routine.

“What are you writing these days? ”

The speaker asks, "I never told you, but she knew she was writing." He said.

“Short and long. ”

“Two? ”

“Two winds are rising at the same time. ”

He surrendered to the urge to get on the subway. The speaker enjoyed listening to the story.

“I knew you had a place just like him. That must have been fun.”

“Yes, it was fun. Sometimes it's not bad. ”

“So, isn't it hard? ”

Writing two things at the same time. It may differ from writer to writer, but Australia is not bad. Of course, I had to go more hands and use more hair than I used one, so I was hungry and thirsty, but it was twice as fun and pleasant.

“Good, I can keep going. ”

“The fragments have already completed the manuscript. I felt more comfortable sharing my space than I thought. ”

Since there was a space for writing between the school and the house, I was able to go through the two stories in a step-by-step manner. Because the topic was close, it felt good to each other.

“It's a long way to go, though. ”

“There's no rush. ”

“Yes, I'm making myself comfortable. I knew it was best to relax my shoulders. ”

The speaker smiled slightly.

“Hyundai?”

“Yes.”

“What do you think?”

She was curious about meeting Hyundai. He thought for a moment and replied.

“It was an honor. I had a lot to learn. I enjoyed it.”

“That's what Hyundai said. It was fun.”

That's good, because even if he was, he was already a top writer.

“That's what Hyundai looks like, but he's not the first one to reach out. ”

“Is that so?"

“Sure. I like to write in quiet places, so I can't get in touch during my writing period. I'm a little nervous around here, but I don't have to worry about it. ”

“Why?”

“Hyundai eats well by himself. ”

She said with a cheerful laugh. He looked at her quietly. He says he's alone, but he's not alone. I have a friend who trusts him so closely.

“Your writing moved him. ”

She said.

“Indeed.”

“That's right. You pulled that heavy ass out. You should be proud. You should be a little proud. ”

I met the speaker's eyes. Her eyes are calm. She knows. Stuck in the memory of failure and unable to be at ease with success. Joy is a moment. It will soon return to its place. I notice more bad reviews than good reviews. When he made his next move, he was even happier that he didn't repeat the same failure. I always tried to restrain myself.

“I've seen many writers. ”

“Yes.”

“You're a little unusual, among other things. I don't give a damn. Keep your emotions too close. ”

But she noticed. And I'm trying to help. He said as a joke.

“What if he gets cocky? ”

“I'll teach him a lesson then. ”

“That's scary.”

“You can't be afraid in advance. ”

She told me not to be afraid of success or failure in advance.

“You mean push it? ”

“Face each other. ”

I face him. He remembers the crows.

“And then?”

“Let's face it.”

“And then?”

The book looked up at the sky and said,

“That's your freedom. That's who you are after all. ”

She seemed to think of someone. Seeing his yearning eyes, I thought it might be his husband.

“There's my favorite writer. He's a really good writer. I admire you.”

“Yes.”

“The writer said he saw a bird one day. ”

Bird. He was a little surprised by the familiar word.

“But I don't know where he's hurt. You said you couldn't fly. You said you wanted to heal me. I didn't understand, but I told him to. He's always been a man who sees things I can't. ”

I imagined a wounded bird. The bird can't fly.

“At this age, I get confused. After writing the sheep that became his ship, I barely knew. He wanted to fly. Free.”

The speaker laughed.

“That's why he wanted to fly the bird. That's who you are. Same reason he wrote it. ”

He felt it. It was like he had found light in the darkness. I felt like I was holding a light that wasn't caught. The crow did not fly. I just stood on two legs that looked like they were about to break. He didn't name the crow because he wanted him to fly away quickly.

“You've seen it, haven't you? ”

“Yes, I do. ”

“I envy you. I didn't have that much imagination. ”

He took a few moments and asked.

“You think he blew it up? ”

Did Kang Wool get his freedom?

“Yes.”

The speaker answered confidently.

“I'm sure he flew free. ”

“How do you know that? ”

“I've read his work. I read his last unfinished article. ”

The speaker took his hand to his shoulder. A light weight touched my shoulder.

“Shoulders should be lighter to fly, right? ”

So be confident, she said.

“You wrote a great article. People praise you. Your writing moved a lot of people's minds. Feel free to be excited. Don't get caught up in other people's jealousy. I want you to. ”

He laughs at that absurd compliment. Somehow I felt like I was smiling for a long time.

“Yes.”

He decided to. People can change, and they can't change.

End of Face (1)

lim Han-baek