Great Novelist

“I'm tired.”

Her playful words groan. She said she could sit anywhere and read any book she wanted.

Seogwang led him into the innermost position. It was quite far from the register, so I couldn't hear any conversation.

“Can I get you something to drink? The bread is delicious. Tell me what you want to eat. I'll do it for free. ”

Although she did not like it, she eventually brought out lots of bread and beverages.

“Thank you."

“Yes. Eat a lot and eat again. ”

“Yes.”

While Seogwang was away for a while, he looked inside the book. There were all kinds of books including fairy tale books, self-help books, and literature. The most of them were fairy tale books.

In particular, there were enough fairy tales from foreign countries to fill one wall. They were all manuscripts.

“This is the main book of our bookstore. Famous among fairy tale boys. ”

Seogwang came with a laptop in his hand and said so. I see a new guest coming in behind him. Welcome, madam. The customer used to order a drink and picked out a book. It was the body of a frequent person.

“A local bookstore is a must for character. I don't speak English. ”

“Too bad.”

“Too bad. You know the feeling of waiting for your favorite writer's work to be translated. ”

“I don't know.”

He smiled and said. Seogwang clapped his hands as if he had remembered.

“You speak good English, right? Bastard. ”

“You can learn. ”

“It's not as easy as it sounds. ”

“Yes, it is. ”

Learning a language was not an easy task. James also said he had a hard time teaching students. It requires a teaching position or learning position or effort. Language is sensitive.

“Why did you bring your laptop? ”

“I think I'd better show you. ”

Seogwang turned on his laptop and went to blog. A familiar place. The world of the book of red ginseng. It was his blog.

“What red ginseng. ”

Seeing him manage his blog made me realize that. It was the moment when Hong Sam became a high school student in Jehovah.

“You write well. ”

He said with all his heart. Maybe a book introduction is better than a book introduction.

“This is embarrassing. Well, I'm confident in the introduction. It's weak to create stories. ”

“Moon pointed out often. ”

He heard quite a lot about the plot from Mr. Moon. Perhaps Seogwang is having trouble making up new stories. It was because there were so many books in my head, and he thought about it without any basis.

“Look at this. ”

Seogwang took a quick look at the register and handed out his laptop to him. I don't want my parents to find out. He glanced at the screen with a slight smile.

There was an e-mail from someone. Spelling and ascension were unstable.

“A foreigner.”

“That's right."

“Oh, is this your first love? ”

“Hey, be quiet. ”

Seogwang put his index finger on his mouth and fiercely shh, rested. It's a good time. I smiled unconsciously.

The nickname of the person who sent the email was' Ginger ’. Red ginger and ginger. I don't know what the combination is.

He read the mail. To summarize, this is in one sentence.

“I'd like to meet you. ”

He took his eyes off the screen and asked him.

“How did Ginger get to know your blog? ”

“That's the thing. ”

Seogwang said, killing a bunch of sounds. His mother didn't even look this way because she was dealing with customers.

“I'm a foreigner studying Korean, but I saw my writing while looking for Korean novels. I often come here because it seems to help me study because it's a blog that recommends books. ”

“Your blog explains it in an easy-to-understand way. ”

“I got my first note, and I had similar taste in books. After sending and receiving emails, I mostly talked about books or Korea. ”

The mailbox in Seogwang was filled with emails shared with Ginger as proof of his words.

It was lively to talk about Ginger. He listened to him silently.

“She lives in England and is 25 years old and watches Korean dramas often. Kay Pop hears it all the time. That's why I started studying Korean, and I fell in love with novels. ”

It is love that surpasses parallax. He quietly asked him.

“Did you see his face? ”

“No.”

“Phone number or something? ”

“I don't know.”

“What if he's dangerous? ”

“I believe not. ”

He looked at the mail for a moment and said. The relationship between the two people that rose to common interests gradually changed.

It didn't feel like a lie to me even though I saw him. I didn't ask for money, and I offered to meet him first. Of course, just in case.

“Do you like her? ”

“Yes.”

I forwarded it to the next email. The last post was a sneak peek at Ginger's deep affection.

“She likes you, too. ”

People are possible. Falling in love with someone who has never seen their face. It is because communication exists. The two of them talked. By writing, not by voice. We talked about each other and introduced ourselves. Likes and dislikes. Fun and boring. A good day and a hard day.

Two people knew about each other's present.

“Yes.”

Seogwang replies small.

He asked last time.

“So what's the problem here? ”

Problem.

Her face suddenly deteriorates. Australia has a hunch. Likes each other The reason I can't leave even after getting an email from her. It was neither the distance between the two of them, nor the doubt of her heart.

“It's the age, right? ”

Seogwang buries his head. He shudders in agony. I don't know why he did it. He'll just give up persuasion. I shouldn't have lied to you about your age. I met someone like this destiny, and now I have to lie. I can't believe you had to deceive her. That word flowed out between my face and my arm.

He once again examined Ginger's mail. I went to Korea at the end of this month. That's when I want to meet you.

“How old do they think you are? ”

“· · Dong-ap. ”

Twenty-five, maybe eight. He offered a simple solution.

“You just have to tell the truth. ”

“Ha.”

Seogwang sighed. And he added, That's not as easy as it sounds.

“I'm actually 17 years old, tell me. It's over.”

Seventeen, young. Besides, he's a minor. I was too old to buy a drink. I don't know what Ginger would think, but it's also true that there are no good words.

“So you're just going to keep lying? ”

“· · I hate it too. ”

Of course, he said.

“Then I'll have to find out. ”

“Ugh.”

I groaned a little. He thought about what it meant to reveal his age. The Ginger I met in writing was a person who behaved according to very polite and sound common sense.

He expected it.

At 25, she will not look at 17-year-old westerns as a lover.

“You know?"

“ · · · · · ·. ”

Even the friend in front of me didn't know it. That's why I hesitated. The two communicated and exchanged presents with each other. But Seogwang was neither 25 nor a worker.

“I really liked it. ”

Seogwang said that he was very happy when he sent and received emails. She said that waiting for her reply was the most exciting 17 years of her life.

He slowly engraved in his eyes the way he said that.

“Hey, you're a lover. ”

“Don't make fun of me. ”

Seogwang, who was thinking of her, said in a small way.

“I don't want to cheat. I don't want to talk about it. ”

He did not say why he had lied. It was already done. The most distressing thing is the western self.

“I'm going to send you a reply anyway. ”

Seogwang nodded depressingly.

I'm afraid to tell the truth. I don't want to deceive her. Seogwang constantly collided with two minds. Otherwise, Young-young will try to overcome this situation. They'll run away rationalizing that this isn't a trick.

So he needed someone to ask him questions. To give an honest answer.

“What do you want to do? ”

The Lord asked. A moment of silence passed. He drank beverages waiting for an answer. Fresh Grapefruit Aid. It was sweet and a little. A drop formed on the surface of the glass cup. He can't take the weight. He drifts down on his own.

Seogwang had an answer.

“I'm not cheating. ”

He asked.

“And then? ”

“We will. I'm done hiding behind anonymity. ”

He clutched his chin at the taste of fruit filling his mouth.

“So how do you write back? ”

“Ahhhh.”

It makes a strange sound. When I got to the point, I realized that fear struck again. He told me not to let him step back.

“Let's write something genuine. Introduce yourself like a book. ”

Seogwang said with trembling eyes.

“My sincerity is so lame and shy. ”

“Wouldn't that work? ”

It's cool and nothing in front of your first love. Maybe it's love that scares you after drinking.

He cheered for his friend's sweet and godly love.

Seogwang raised his email window and put his hands on the keyboard and pondered for a long time. And I said to him,

“Can you help me? ”

“Did you come all this way to ask me? ”

“You are the only one. ”

“Say that to your love. ”

Seogwang empowered his mouth.

“You speak good English. ”

“That's right."

“Translate my article for me. ”

He wants to reply to her in English, as she has sent an email in Korean. There's no reason to refuse. He gladly accepted.

“Great. That's all I want. ”

It was the first time, but I wasn't that worried. It is because I have not been lazy to use language acquisition devices. This capability can be fully utilized for translation.

“I write. ”

He wrote to reveal himself honestly.

The thought of being the author at this moment, perhaps the slowest, hit his head.