Great Novelist

He pointed to the waterfront from the observation deck with his hands. He checks his position and nods as if he has a feeling. With a thankful greeting, he disappeared into an idle landscape.

I pray he makes it to the duck ship safely.

And I felt a warm look on my side.

“You speak good English. He showed me exactly what to do.”

I said with surprised eyes. I think he understands what I'm saying.

“Please don't tell me. ”

“I was watching you because you're good. ”

“I'm very interested in languages. ”

“Are you from a foreign country? ”

“I've never been on a trip. ”

“But it's natural to talk to foreigners. ”

Dongil stared at me quietly without saying anything. Why, "he said, narrowing his eyes.

The joke was intense.

“I think our genius writer has a great sense of language. ”

Not at all likely It was a strange and useful ability gained after drowning in the river.

The river.

For some reason, the sound just came from my mouth in my ear.

If I were God, I'd water it.

He looked up at the sky. The clouds were passing by.

Can I think of it as some kind of laundry charge?

For comrade Joo, who was still looking at him, he smiled and replied with a smile.

“Of course. I don't just listen to genius. ”

“You've got some nerve.”

While I was exchanging such nonsense, I opened my mouth to the news that reminded me.

Genius. There was another genius along the way.

“I heard your book is on the books. ”

“Yes."

“Five years. ”

The writer in the book was a popular writer with many main works. He was also a close friend on the highway.

He wrote quite a sensual piece and for five years there was no news of what had happened. The speed at which books are produced varies from novelist to novelist, but he usually doesn't have that much space between them.

“Have you been on a trip? ”

“No. He was only at home. ”

“I see.”

He changed direction slightly due to the slightly heavier atmosphere.

“You said you like to dress comfortably. ”

“The concept of clothes is immersed in him. ”

I heard it the other day. It is the opposite of the path where the hairdresser is a creed.

“By comparison, you have a very thorough notion of clothing. ”

“This is natural. It is a basic attitude to care about meeting people. ”

Comrades continued to give speeches about clothing. He pretended to listen hard, but it was not interesting to go back to the history of fashion. I felt more stringent than in school class because of that prestigious impression and hard speech.

I felt like I overlooked the speech that Sung Pill had mentioned a little earlier.

Clearly, his neat and understated outfit looks good, but I wonder what he would do in this regard.

Wing.

I'm glad to hear someone's phone ring. He took his hand to his pocket. I didn't feel a vibration. It was the same road.

Comrade Gil picked up his cell phone a little nervously, because he didn't want the conversation to be interrupted. Then, after seeing the name on the screen, even his face changed badly.

Comrade Gil pointed the phone to his ear.

“Why.”

In a nutshell, he noticed something. You said tigers would come if I told you.

“Yes, I'm busy. I am now. ”

As he narrows his eyes and tries to close the call, he suddenly looks at him. I stared at him because I wanted to, but he kept his mouth shut for a while, and he dropped his phone from his ear and said to him.

“Would you like to meet the writer? ”

It was a sudden offer.

He thought for a moment. A novel written in five years. He was called a genius in the generation of comrades. I wondered what kind of person he was.

He nods happily.

When I heard the answer, I put his name on my mouth.

“I'm with a coincidence writer. ”

For a moment there was a commotion over the phone. I couldn't quite hear what he was saying.

“Yes, I understand. ”

Dong Kyung answered several times without a castle.

“Oh, yeah. Home?"

He pulls the phone away from his face again with his unwelcome face.

“He wants me to come home. If it's too much, you can change it. ”

Since he had not seen his face yet, the invitation to the house could be burdensome. However, he was not so graceful that the place was crowded.

Rather, I'm looking forward to being a writer. Seogwang did it before. There must be a trail where people stay.

“I'm fine. ”

“Yes, I'm on my way. ”

I hung up talking like that.

There is a growing connection with people I have never met before. I didn't feel bad.

Dongjo and Jooho went down to the observation deck. I moved among the immovable. As I approached, I heard a voice among the unmoved people. It was a little different from the world I saw on the observation deck.

“What kind of place? ”

He asked about the house. Comrade Gil replied without hesitation.

“I can't breathe when I go into that house. ”

“I'm looking forward to it. ”

“That's more than I expected. ”

What kind of house is this? There's no one else who would make me hate this much.

I got in the car on my way. Shortly after, he arrived at a residential area. Brown, blue, orange. The murals that were painted against the gray walls stood out.

Following the same route, I went inside and saw my grandparents sitting outside as usual. On one side, I saw people doing some construction. There was a cat. There was a sparrow. Then I saw the mural again.

A window hangs on the wall. Murals all over the neighborhood lend the neighborhood an artistic feel.

At that time, you see a staircase at the end of the alley. There was paint on the stairs. There was a big flower.

And there was someone sitting in the flowers.

Blue reasoning. He noticed it at once. He's not standing up.

“Hey."

I got up from my seat with a wave of my hands. It reminded me of a local water prowler. Seeing that, I understood to some extent that I did not deserve the company.

Hair that was scattered freely rises up. He glanced at it and greeted him.

“Hello."

“Hello. Oh, can I half-talk? Nice to meet you."

The order of speaking was a mess.

“Yes, make yourself comfortable. ”

“Yes, make yourself comfortable. Half the words are fine.”

Thinking about the first time I met him, it was really the opposite first greeting. Comrade Gil said something respectful to himself. It was a tight zone.

His friend, Anthony, asks you to say a half-word.

to a very young self.

“That's fine. ”

It wasn't that I didn't think to try half the time, but I couldn't do it because it was my first time meeting.

“Yes, of course. ”

He didn't force it. I turned around and led the way. His house was a little deeper inside. The streets were clearer than any other alley I'd ever been on.

A two-story house with a big gate. He stops in front of him.

“My grandmother lives on the first floor. ”

“Yes.”

“His personality likes pink even when he's tough. ”

He opened the gate, revealing the owner's grandmother's taste. Just past the small courtyard, an old house stood out. It was nothing special.

“Wow."

A little admiration flowed from his mouth. In the narrow courtyard of that unnecessary house, there were thousands of flowers. Different colors of plants and petals bloom freely. Unknown flowers breathed without asking permission. The brown pot received the light and emitted a fragrance of frenzied leaves and flowers. Their stay sparkles a little. It was a vibrant space.

It reminded me of the scenery I saw at the Han River Observatory. Unlike where everything stopped. I felt like the immovable plant was smiling.

“Nice house, isn't it? ”

“Yes.”

At the end of the week, he replied right away.

“There's something better inside. ”

It is quite different from what I heard from my comrade. After a brief visit to the courtyard, he followed him up the stairs. He opens the door with a key and leans away.

He paused for a moment at the view of the living room through the corridor.

“Ta-da.”

“Really. I can't believe you brought this into the house. ”

This is the same road I hate to boast about. In the middle, he thought. Why is this here?

“Pool table.”

“Pretty cool, huh?"

In the living room of the writer's office, there was no sofa or television reception table. There was only one pool table in the middle.

There's a pool table in the house. The pool table that you can see in the pool hall. The blue surface of the pool table resembles what he was wearing.

“How many are you playing? ”

He smiled lightly and said.

“About 200.”

It wasn't hard to hit, but it didn't mean it wasn't a coriander. I think I'll hit 300 if I see the house.

“I didn't buy it because I wanted to play well. ”

“Really?"

“It's a hobby. It's called cooling your head. The squeeze here is especially good. ”

Chajangmyeon.

He laughed in vain without my knowledge. West lifted a pool ball left on the pool table.

“A lot of people think books are the only thing in a writer's house. I'm not entirely wrong. His house is full of books. ”

I laughed at the words of the West.

“I don't play pool. There's no need to waste space like this. ”

“Waste, use. ”

“It's a waste to take a guest's seat. ”

It was a large pool table that occupied the center of the living room.

He shrugs and guides him to his room. It is a library. It surrounds a small table and has only three chairs available.

The bookshelves surrounding the walls and the desk in front of them were no different from the usual library. However.

“There aren't many books on the shelf. ”

There were not many books. The bookshelves surrounding the wall were hollow. I even thought the bookshelf occupying my seat was a waste.

“Is this another use of space? ”

He answered in a loud voice, "Yes, I am." Next to him, Dongil explained further.

“This guy sells books at secondhand stores whenever he gets a chance. ”

It wasn't a criticism, but it didn't look sweet. You can't sell your own books.

He stood in front of a bookshelf with holes in it and said,

“Leave this blank for the book you're going to read. If I'm new here and I don't have room to go in, the book will be disappointed. ”

How frustrating are the books sold like that?

The bookshelf behind him looked like a pool table. Isn't that a hole in the corner of the pool table?