Great Novelist

“Son, eat. ”

A few days have passed since he returned to the past. Now I heard the voice of Mother who had adapted. As I went out to the living room, I saw my mother's back moving busily in the kitchen. He went to the kitchen and placed his face on Mother's shoulder, stirring the ladle. It's been a long time since I smelled it.

“Are you doing something you haven't been doing lately? Did you do something wrong?”

“It's not like that. ”

“No? What's the respect all of a sudden? Tell me something."

Something jumps up to Mother's words that she will solve everything. He challenged the business and then went out of business, and in the end, he tried to take one shot at the stock and failed to become homeless.

I couldn't bear to go down to the countryside and tell my parents who were living an old life, so I had to lie every time.

I covered the leaves in the park and lay down in the subway station. Solved meals at a free lunch I couldn't bear the fear that tomorrow would come. It was no different from when I couldn't sleep at night in middle school. It was a miserable and frightening day. He was even weaker than middle school before the sand break tomorrow, so he was pathetic and couldn't stand it. Nevertheless, I was scared because I didn't see a way.

“Mom.”

“Why are you calling me? ”

“Just.”

At Mother's touch, who strokes her back like a habit, he stroked his mind and said.

“Do you like my novel because it sells well? ”

“Good. My kid's doing well. ”

“Now it can be dramatic, it can be cinematic, it can be exported to translations in seven countries. ”

“Did you have a dream? Don't drink too much kimchi soup. ”

“I guess so. ”

It can't be. It can't be a dream. He experienced a terrible failure in his life. And then I come back, and a smile leaks out.

“He's sleepwalking with his eyes open. Come out and eat. Go get your dad. ”

“Yes.”

The three of us got together, talked about it, ate dinner, and came into the room. I thought about what to do for a while and searched the internet for my own book. Number one best-selling author of "Trace of Birds" coincidence. Coincidence is a pseudonym. An unnamed name that comes from an instant combination of the protagonist's name and his last name.

This was the reaction I showed my mother.

“This is what you wrote? ”

“I told you.”

“First place? ”

“Yes.”

Mother's face gradually lit up. This was the first and last time I pleased my mother. Terribly disobedient.

“Oh, that's great, my baby. When you were stuck in a corner, you wanted to be something, and you were doing this amazing thing. Oh my.”

I was a little relieved by the taste of Mother's hand hitting my butt. At the same time, I was respected. At your age, you were homeless, and mothers have children, raise children, and do all kinds of household chores. You were a great man, Mother.

“What's all the commotion? Where's Bob?”

“Honey, look at this. My son says he's a best-selling author. ”

“What salad? ”

He came out of the bedroom wearing only an internal robe, and when he saw the screen floating on the computer, he asked how many times did you by accident, and finally burst into a pleasant smile.

“Let's party. Party. ”

My mother was excited and headed straight to the kitchen. That day, laughter did not stop at the table. At that time, I thought that I might be dreaming right now in a good mood. If it was a dream to wake up anyways, let's enjoy it. But the next day, the next day, a new morning dawned. Then I realized it was real.

Younger parents and younger self. He moves his hand around and grabs his fist. There was nothing strange or awkward about it. It became one that was confused by sudden successes and one that was frustrated by repeated failures.

The day before I came in the past, I had the third hot kimchi stew for dinner. I was on the computer late because I was excited it was the weekend. I also heard my mother's nagging of growing up early. I was worried about going to a new high school. I thought about the past 30 years. A successive future of failure that is easily drawn in your head.

He quickly opened his notebook. You must record it before you forget it. I wrote there a failure to come. She wrote down everything she regretted and remembered she missed. My hands are getting sore. I thought about what I was doing with the computer in front of me, but I grabbed the pen by mistake. I couldn't even use a computer.

Let's not do it again. Let's not make this a prophecy. As I struggled with my will, I pressed down one letter with my heart, and I heard a hissing sound behind me.

“Honey, I think our son was a genius. When I was a kid, I read the letters backwards. ”

“It's because I work hard at the fetus. ”

“That's right. I did a lot of toilet cleaning. And then there's a beautiful baby. ”

“Don't forget I brought you meat every night. ”

“Look at that. I think he can't hear us even if he's completely focused. ”

I can hear you, Mother. I smiled. They're so cute now. I glanced at him, clearing my throat and smiling. Do it while eating fruit. You closed the door with a plate of fruit next to your desk and asked me to concentrate. I focused on the notebook again.

When I put the pen in my hand because of the sweat, it was half a day.

“Haha.”

It took only half a day to capture 30 years of failure. It would have been a lot faster if you'd used a keyboard. What a waste of life. I glanced at a notebook full of writing.

“Now what? ”

I asked the Almighty God who sent me back here. What do you want? What do you think gave you a chance to choose again? Why do you leave yourself in this situation without any explanation?

My hands ached instead of someone's answer. The pen marks are clearly visible. It rises red. Your hand is hard, just like the one that held the pen. It doesn't open well. If you try to move, the pain comes. My wrists are sore. I'm used to it.

Anyway, I wanted to write.

“I'll be back.”

“Watch out for the car. ”

You take a hike. A high school not far from here has steep hills on the way to the mountains. The town that I live in was carved into a mountain. The side of the mountain was visible through the alleyways. The good news is that the air is better than the lower town.

When he arrived at school, he entered the classroom. Awkward air howls at you. The semester had just begun, so it was still too late. Most of them were on their own phones. He went back to his seat. Third row behind the window line.

He sat down and took out a book to read from school.

I wear a uniform and go to school to take classes. It was nice to meet you and boring. The cold desk smells of dust.

“What are you looking at? ”

The one in the front is talking to me. The name tag reads‘ Seogwang Kim ’. I handed him the book I was holding.

“Classical novel. ”

Seogwang confirmed the title and nodded. There were not many high school students who liked books. I thought it was a way to talk to him, but I didn't notice the look he was sending to the book. Love? He was looking at the dog's face, staring at Welsh Kogi's ass. I think I'm going to run and spank both of my ferocious butts. In fact, he was stroking the cover of the book with a soft hand.

“Ah, this was good. The mysterious girl in front of the genius musician. The relationships that two people make make make you realize how fragile a man's love is. I couldn't help but pay homage to the author who beautifully described the process. While I was reading, I thought I wanted half my destiny to be somewhere else. Harmony of romance and longing. ”

All of a sudden, I was just gazing at the frown of a long horse.

“This writer is also famous for his children's literature, so I'd recommend it before you read it. ”

“Hmm."

It's an accurate pronunciation. Seongwang, eager to react to the silent response of Australia, opened his mouth.

“Oh, I won't bother you anymore. It's been a long time since I've seen him holding a book. ”

“It's okay. I was bored, but good. He likes books.”

“Books are my life. Book iz my life. ”

It was a desirable attitude. It was told how much he loved books at once. High school students who like books are rare. Seogwang carefully dealt with the book in his hand, hoping that it might hurt him. After returning the book to him, he gave out the book he had brought. On a very familiar cover, he reflectively put the title of the book in his mouth.

“Traces of birds. ”

A bird in a white background. His book is in someone else's hands. It's been a long time. Life fell steadily down based on the traces of birds. I'm so bored that that book took his wings. Well, maybe not.

I looked at the cover for a moment and asked Seogwang, who was waiting for his statement with the expression mentioned above.

“Did you have fun?”

It was a question of many omissions. He sighed heavily. Wipe your face with both hands and shake your head.

“This is not a book that can be said to be fun. ”

“And?”

“I must be blessed. I can't believe I've read a manuscript like this in my life. A world-class writer is finally born in my country! ”

“Don't get excited. ”

Don't flatter yourself. Seogwang did not care about the spread of my voice in this quiet classroom. It's a passionate speech.

“Such an aesthetic reaction. You haven't read it yet. You won't be able to say that if you read it. How could I not be excited? This is a masterpiece. This is, this book is a masterpiece! ”

“I understand.”

Despite his nod, Seogwang did not calm his excitement. There is such a race. Race that runs from one area to the other. Usually, even when she is calm, she gives an epic speech as if her subject matter had changed. They are called "manias," "otaku," or "collectors." Seeing him approaching with friendliness already doesn't seem like his usual quiet personality.

“As soon as I read this book, I went to the bookstore and bought two more. Preservation, listening and utilization. ”

“It's a waste of money. ”

“What a waste. What is this guy talking about? ”

He and he already seem to be friends. A westerner who gives a long speech about the difference between waste and investment

I was listening to and asked questions.

“But what's the use? ”

“This book is for use. You're gonna get hurt if you carry it around out there. ”

I hold the book in my arms proudly. He's the only one in the whole school who's that obsessed with books, not games or girls.

“You know what's even more amazing? ”

“I don't know.”

“The author of this book is with us. High school students.”

When I didn't give any answer, Seongwang interpreted it as a good interpretation and said it.

“You must be surprised, right? This is the winner of the publisher's competition. It's unusual for a high school student to be suspicious, but even the content is so good that people don't want to rush in. ”

“Hmm.”

“But I don't know anything else. He only told me how old he was. As a student, I've decided not to show my face as a protection. ”

“You must be wondering.”

“Of course! I wish I could see that expensive face. I wonder what he looks like and wrote this article. I'm really curious.”

Seeing the groaning, he muttered to himself. Don't complain so much now that you're in front of me. Friends.