Great Novelist

In Australia, there was no response, I asked a small question.

“What's wrong with them? We had a great time yesterday. Didn't we die together? What happened to you? ”

“I don't know.”

“You have no idea. Tell me quickly.”

I'm sorry, I really don't know. There was a river flowing between the sunflower and spring. It was the distance between the two of them. Spring was restless, looking at the sight of a good painting, and the good painting did not turn to look toward the spring.

He observed two people in a gap.

*

Seonhwa was preparing for class like never before. I sit at my desk and open my textbooks. There were traces of the hard work that remained.

Linearization thought, grades are images. If you have good grades, you get a good student image. Just make a little appearance there and no one will touch you easily. Such a location exists within the school. Seonhua always cared about getting into it.

“Hey, are you reading her comic book? ”

“Go for it. I don't know what's wrong with him sitting in the corner. ”

“Leave it alone. Maybe he wants to. ”

Mocking voices. Seonhua quietly looks back. A rather grubby looking girl sits in a corner. In her hand was a comic book.

That's it.

He who loses his image treats it like that no matter what. It's a completely different reaction from the last time he brought a comic book. At that time, we turned to each other and had a fun joke.

I give Pinzan a childish face but never look at him with disgust. This is the difference in image. Image to show to others. People don't live alone. You should always care about other people's eyes.

“Sunhwa, who's calling you? ”

One of the girls who was gossiping earlier called Seonhua. I looked at the back door, and there he stood. The line immediately arose. This room was offensive.

He led her to the playground. He said he had something to say.

“What? Why did you call me? ”

He asked with a blunt tone, coming out of the school in a lighthouse chair. The chair was literally a small space underneath the tree. There are long chairs in many places. He sat on the seat at the deepest of them.

In his hand were two drinks from the store.

“I need to talk to you for a second. ”

“A confession?”

“Haha.”

“Smile?”

I sat next to the painter and took the drink that was in his hand. He was convinced it was his. I didn't say anything because I was right in preparing for her.

“I didn't fight in the spring. ”

I say that and drink a lot of drinks. Looking at her, he opened his mouth.

“I read your article. ”

“Phew!”

A fountain pours out of her mouth. Luckily, the head was not facing him, so there was no damage, but there was a deep stain on the ground. She asked in a bewildered voice, stealing the entrance with her palm, without a bird coming for a paper towel.

“Well, what are you looking at? ”

“Your manuscript. I didn't even know I was in the studio. ”

“What are you, a slob? Were you a typhoid, too? You just read it? ”

“Just out of curiosity. ”

Sunhwa stared at him with a face like this. I was glad I didn't seem so angry.

“I'm sorry.”

“No, well, heh. ”

She sighs.

“I'm in no position to tell you this. ”

“What are you talking about? ”

“No.”

I came prepared to get my hair caught, but it was an unexpected reaction. She looks anxious for some reason.

“How was it?”

I asked for an appraisal. Is someone else's appraisal bothering you? It was nothing special. He chose a horse.

“Good. It was fun, it was hot, it wasn't frustrating. ”

“Really?"

“Yes.”

Despite her close reply to the compliment, she was still anxious. I don't know why. The answer was quick.

“Why, who can't write to you? ”

“Huh?"

As expected, she looks at herself with her face, "How do you know?" When I think of writing, it was a simple answer.

“Who? Mr. Moon? ”

“No.”

She touches the empty can in her hand for a moment and opens her mouth. I couldn't see her face to cover up her spilled hair. The voice was bold.

“In middle school. I loved writing. ”

“Comics?”

“I didn't like it then. ”

I'm glad to hear that. She was originally a literary major.

“I showed it to my friends when I finished a story for the first time. I was very satisfied. It was better and more fun than any piece in my eyes. ”

“But?”

She bows a little more.

“He laughed.”

“Hmm."

“I felt so bad. Huge. Ignorant. But I just laughed there, too. Hahaha. Right? Funny, isn't it? ”

His pride would have been very bad. Because that's what it means to be evaluated by others. It is harsh to think that your grades do not match those within you.

“It was my first time. I never laughed at a good student because he didn't look bad. ”

First, that's why she can't cope well enough to imitate others.

“Then it was over. I'm not saying it was traumatized or scared or anything. Just passing through.”

Obviously she's been doing well so far. Take exams and get grades as usual. I wasn't afraid of people, and I wasn't traumatized. But that doesn't prove that she wasn't hurt.

“I just knew I could be so easily seduced by others. ”

She said boldly.

“I've been away from books ever since. ”

“And you found a comic book? ”

“Yes. Borrowed a friend of mine who was ridiculed. Unlike him, I wasn't ridiculed. ”

He recalled when he visited her class. A child who was alone. The comic book in her hand. I had a rough idea.

I am alone in any classroom. The view of the classroom is always similar.

She wanted to recover. At that time, I wanted to cover the memory of being ridiculed with something special. He hides his wounds desperately.

He looked at the painting for a moment and said.

“Now I'm writing. ”

The hand holding the pen again. I wonder how I got into the book. Seonhua replied softly.

“I met Spring. Spring is a compliment. I thought it would be okay to write in the spring because I would say something nice. It was actually okay.”

I see. He understands the relationship between the two of you. Spring, which requires praise and relies on others. Spring will not be forsaken unless you praise the sunflower. It doesn't matter if you depend on it if it sounds good. It was a flower in May. It's only when spring comes that flowers bloom. And spring.

“That's why you're letting the spring go. ”

“I can understand. ”

She reminds me of him. She was supposed to go to the same tournament as spring. At that time, the first thing I proposed was a line drawing. When spring asked me something, Seonhua answered without hesitation.

“I know what it's like to be swayed by others. ”

You two look alike. The two people who were swinging at others looked alike.

He looked up at the sky. There were thornbush flowers above. Spring is over.

The lonely flower pole looked like a bud, soaked in water.

“Then why do you look so stuffy? ”

“· · · I put chicken on it. No matter how much I crave it, it's not cool. ”

It was an overwhelming voice. She knows that spring was deliberate. Excellent people are easy to hate. So spring never tries to write better than the line.

“I saw it, too. Spring writing. It was the day after we asked to go to the competition. That day, I went to the hospital first. ”

I understood what she said earlier. She has opened up in the same situation as Australia. And I saw the real power of spring.

She has experience being swayed by others. She was the one who had put a pen in someone else's assessment. That's when you realized you were in Spring.

He said.

“You're a stranger. ”

“That's right."

“You've been pushing each other, pushing each other. ”

Sunhwa and Spring were the others. She grips her teeth.

“I'm not laughing with you this time. ”

I don't want to be like those guys who laughed at me.

She says, "Seonhua laughs at those who mocked her." Then I put the pen down. Spring does not write sincerely, looking at the senses of sunshine. Similar.

“I told her to go somewhere else. ”

Somewhere else. Shen Huai told me to go to a different competition. There was no need to see how embarrassed spring was by the sudden words.

“I'm embarrassed. I keep pretending I don't understand. So I said it straight. ”

“Excuse me?”

“Make your own choices. ”

That's why there was a cool breeze between them. Seonhua was expressing a gloomy expression. He asked.

“Well done.”

Whatever the outcome, she was courageous. I tried to change. It's hard. He knew better than anyone. However, I thought I should be a little more honest.

I want to be friends with you. "

The nose of the line turns red.

“What if spring hates me? ”

Her voice trembles.

I am still a high school student. It must have been hard to handle a twisted relationship. Spring will be the same. They were similar. They were classmates.

I can't help it.

He raised his hand. I was popular with the notebook in my arms. I forgot for a moment. You swing your high hand and give her a loud pat on the back.

Her gaze looked down at the sky.

“It hurts!”

“Thumbs.”

“Mother fucker. ”

She bursts into tears and says to herself,

“Isn't this how it's done? ”

Like this, Sunhwa strokes his burning back. He's right. In fact, I wanted to give her a hard back in spring. Don't get cocky. Get out of the way. Don't look at anyone else. What are you afraid of? Hit it with electricity.

But I couldn't say. That's what she did to herself. I'm in no position to say anything to Spring.

“Can I do it? ”

“Ask you. ”

Seonhua has stopped. Ask yourself. I clenched my fist.

“If I ask for help here, do I repeat myself? ”

I wonder if I'm being seduced again. She asks. He laughs and opens his mouth.

“Here's how it's going to go. ”

“How?”

“I'll help you before you ask for help. ”

Seonhua stood for a moment and asked why. He responded indiscriminately to the mixed voices of emotions.

“I'd like to have a drink with you guys when I grow up. ”