Great Novelist

“No, that's not it. I knew you were a doorman. I applied in person. ”

“Then what's the mistake? ”

“What do you keep asking? ”

“I have Moon's teachings. ”

I said it lightly. I didn't want to dig any more if it was uncomfortable.

“Are you uncomfortable?”

Baron's blunt face catches my eye. There was no discomfort. Baron sighs and lets out a small sigh.

“It's annoying. Especially you. ”

“I did nothing. ”

I haven't gotten to the point yet. Baron opens his mouth with a few moments of excitement as he stares at you.

“If it's different, it'll bounce. ”

It was quite a nonsense. Baron continued:

“Running is one thing. I had to try harder than anyone else. ”

I don't want to be alone. I heard something he didn't say. Baron brazenly told his story.

“Wearing the same uniform wasn't enough. We can't even eat the same meal. Seeing, hearing, hating and liking the same thing. I don't laugh and I don't hate it, but it wasn't that hard to curse. It was worth it, and eventually I made friends and enjoyed school. ”

Baron frowns. I'm having a bad memory.

“There was this guy. He wasn't close. He only knew his face. He was a regular guy, but he was in third grade. He's been popping out about how he hasn't adapted. But I've been eating well. Honestly, I was indifferent. There was nothing wrong and I graduated safely. ”

Baron pauses, then opens his mouth again. My voice split slightly.

“But he didn't graduate. He's dead.”

The wind blows. The air is cold.

“I heard that and I wanted to do something about it. Why did that happen? Should I have done something? How? I was in high school and I kept thinking. It's been a year since I thought about it. Still no answer. ”

But in the meantime, I remembered a hobby I had forgotten, he said.

“I thought I'd buy a sketchbook. But I don't want to go into the art department, and I don't want to paint by myself. That's why I yelled. But what you did is not going to work. ”

“What if it doesn't work out? ”

I scratch the back of Barron's head in the question of Lord. With a hollow smile, he confesses his mistake.

“I thought the doorman was a playful wife. ”

That's what Juju and Seogwang thought.

“That's right. ”

“I never had the guts to take over Moonye's only art department. I tried to draw quietly among the troublemakers. ”

A playful father who uses his childhood time as an auto-learning time. I imagined Baron painting there alone. He was quite shy compared to now.

“I tried to get bit late, but Moon said I couldn't because I didn't have enough deputies. I told him all about it because I wanted to be a judge. I'm not going to paint without writing. I can't believe I just said that. ”

“What did he say?”

“That's good," he said. ”

Barron shakes his head to see if it's still absurd. That's what you said.

“You've made me stand out from day one. I can't believe the underlings I've always seen are this active. ”

Aha. I understand why he's in this situation.

Baron would want to make up for the past of wanting to be like others. And at the same time, he wanted to be forgiven. But he was left alone in the time and events that had already passed.

Eventually, he pushed himself in. He consciously tried to oppose the surroundings. I tried to be alone. However, the door clerk did not leave him alone.

“You got what you wanted. ”

Moon Ye's only art deputy was not alone. Moon's teachers and deputies made it so. He once asked the doorman why he was trying so hard to get the writing from Baron.

The children replied.

“You're the only one who didn't get along in the gatekeeper. ”

It was a very simple reason.

He saw Baron standing still. Behind it was the tallest tree in the school. Although it appears to be standing alone, the roots of various trees will be intertwined in the earth.

“The tree didn't move. ”

“What are you talking about? ”

“Hey.”

I heard a voice behind me as he tried to explain. I turned my head, and there was Baron's girl. This is an unexpected appearance. Looking at you, Baronegirl bows slightly.

“Thank you.”

I said that and reached out my hand. In her hands was bread. It was a cassette from a shop. It's the most expensive bread.

“No, something like that. ”

“Thank you.”

She greets again. Even if he was okay, he gave out bread to the end. When he received the bread, he suddenly turned around and entered the building. I thought it would pass, but it was an unexpected reward.

“Would you like half? ”

“That's enough.”

“Oh, this reminds me, didn't you get your black bag today? ”

“· · · was. ”

“That's for spring. ”

Seogwang told me instead that he had fallen out without a chance to speak. Baron said the ambiguity was anticipating. It was a small voice, an aggressive successor, a cautious successor, and a thoroughly prepared successor. He chewed Castera in his mouth, saying.

“You want to bet with me? ”

“A bet?”

Baron replies with a sudden offer. He said, swallowing all the bread that was in his mouth.

“Castera can't make friends. ”

“What?"

Baron is embarrassed. His peers were suddenly summoned under a strange title, Castera. He said as if it were nothing.

“That's why you care. Castera's on her own. ”

“When did I care? ”

“You were chasing me with your eyes earlier. ”

Baron raises his hand to stop denying it.

“Make a bet. You won't have any friends in a week." ”

“· · It's still hard in a week. ”

Half the group was already assigned. Three and a half of the right kids are together doing everything together. Interfering with a group that has already been built is not easy. How could you do this for a week? It's hopeless no matter what you think.

“So make a bet. I'll bet it does. If I lose, I'll stop courting my comrades. ”

“· · · What if you win? ”

“What do you do with it? Obviously, it's a piece of writing. ”

Baron hesitates a little. It's because I didn't know what his nephew was thinking when he was eating Castera peacefully. The expression of the word passed through my head as I looked at my face.

“You're not using convenience, are you? ”

“I swear I won't make any contact with Castera for a week. You can write a letter if you want. ”

Baron thought for a moment. He was a comic book comic book junior, a comic book junior who secretly threw cookies, and a curious junior. And confident.

“Good.”

Baron replied.

*

It was in kindergarten that Baron first thought he was different. Baron met the first kids his age in kindergarten. She was excited. She took her mother's hand and went to kindergarten.

Curiosity was in the eyes of the children looking at themselves. Baron realized then what people looked at when they saw something different from me. There was a child who stepped back, and there was a child who came first.

I didn't feel bad. I was curious about kids my age when I first met them. We were looking forward to getting to know each other. We talked and soon became friends.

One day, the blue panel teacher said. You have a call to complain. A complaint against a black child. I could easily guess what it was about. Parents who are anxious about the adverse effects on their children. I could tell when I was young.

I ended up in kindergarten. And it was the art institute.

There were so many colors and people. College student in red shoes, housewife with blue market bag, worker in a blue tie, elementary school student with yellow headband. They had different jobs, different ages, different looks. But I stayed close. Painting with a variety of people was really fun. It was recently that I came to my senses.

“The Moon Book.”

There were many words and various successors. It reminds me of him. He was a strange one. It was different the moment I saw his world. Words on his face. The strange sensation frightened him, thought, and changed him.

Running alone. Running alone. The highlight you had was a single skin color. It was just that one. You didn't have to try to guess.

I picked up the book in my hand and swept through the cover. A bird was drawn. Traces of birds. It was becoming a talk. I sell this book the most at any bookstore. It is in the most visible place.

In fact, he listened to this book with a trick to make fun of it. I thought it was a shallow emotion written by high school students. I couldn't help but get distracted.

“It was a shock.”

It was shocking. The writing of coincidence drives our emotions deeply. He's in high school with me. He's even a year old. Why is this possible? Why are you so obsessed with his writings?

I read it in a heartbeat, and the moment I close the book, something hot rises. It was my first time reading a book and shed tears. When I heard the news about him, I didn't cry, so the tears flowing were even weirder. But I cried. I cried, and then I was fine.

I opened the book again with a calm mind.

Baron stops at the eye-catching scenery. Two sparrows sit on a thick gray antenna. The landscape is easy to see, but now it feels awkward.

“If you're going to write. ”

I want to write a story about a young sparrow leaving for a tree. I hate sparrows. Make a tree for them to rest in. Plant a sturdy tree with branches spread around.

“If anything. ”

Baron rushes to a halt. And I thought,

“I wish he'd come through the door. ”