Great Novelist

Nam-Kyung bluntly lifted his glasses and thought about the writer by chance. There was a writer who came to mind when I saw him.

Writer Im Hyun-do, whom the writer loves.

Incidentally with just wings and the author Im Hyun-do who is recognized by everyone. Risky coincidences and stable prevalence.

He was two writers who didn't look the same age at all, but somehow had the same atmosphere.

Nam-Kyung thought, I want to be recommended by the writer Im Hyun. But it was never easy.

Im Hyun also was famous for not writing testimonials. He was a writer who always said he couldn't afford to intervene in someone else's work. Despite his generous refusal, there was plenty of room.

He's a really good writer. His hands were itching to read.

Nam-Kyung has made up his mind. I don't think he will, but I'm sure he won't, but let's talk about it. Just in case.

Nam-Kyung saw the manuscript to send to the writer. I thought.

I think this article will also work for the writer Im Hyun.

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He landed at a station he had only been to once.

He climbed the stairs to the ground, feeling a familiar yet unfamiliar sensation. The cars spit out smoke over the hot air. People were rushing through the streets.

He walked this street just once. The building you remember and the one you don't.

Crossing the sidewalk, you can see the entrance to the park. This is where I came to play a pertussis. It was also the place where the next one was completed.

He was here because he was invited by a white book writer.

He looked at the map floating on the mobile phone crystal and went on his way. The closer you get to her house, the farther the city grows.

Puppy.

It was low and rumbling. I remembered a tapeworm I saw one day in the countryside. A little bit of a mild impression is a dirty dog.

At the end of the alley, another alley begins. He walked the path. After wandering around the alley a little, there was an open space. There was a large house. There was a small garden in the yard. There was a tree around it. The moderately old house had a pleasant atmosphere.

It was like a country house.

The air was cool. I feel a long way down the road just now.

There were no gates, no walls. He took a paused step into the backyard. Through the garden, I tried to ring the doorbell at the door, but I heard a voice inside. I felt like I was behind the house.

I was drawn to the sound and walked toward you. There was a wide routine there.

And there was a white paper.

“There you are.”

I met her in the eye, not surprised but greeted her. He bows his head.

“Hello."

“Welcome. You didn't wander off?”

“A little bit. But I've been there before, so it was okay. ”

“Come up and sit down. ”

The speaker motioned for me. In general, there were fruit that had just come out. Fruit, bananas, apples, watermelon. She was too fat to eat alone.

“Did you write well? ”

The speaker asked, after meeting with her, she continued to write and complete. But I don't know if I can say that I wrote it well. He hesitated for a moment.

“I wrote it down somehow. ”

In his answer, the speaker smiled.

“I had to write it down somehow. ”

“I see.”

A moment of gentle silence passed. After enjoying the silence for a moment, he noticed a fruit filled with dishes.

Was he preparing for himself? I thought about it too much. Then I heard a voice on the way in.

“Were there any other guests besides me? ”

“I'm a guest. I always am. This place is like that. ”

I mean the pupil. She was famous for accepting a lot of students. In the past, there have been many students who stay at her house and are taught, but nowadays there are fewer students and people who come from the province rarely take lessons in a lecture-like manner. Times change.

Pupil.

Thinking about the word, there were two people who came to mind. The two you met the other day. Bonjoong and Yoo Geun-woo writers.

“Where are your guests? ”

“I went for a ride. ”

“Master.”

The voice is familiar. He looks forward for a moment and thinks. What should I do?

“Master, I'm in the car. The green tea that Junsu bought. ”

“Yes, you bought a fruit, too. ”

I heard popularity right behind my back. There were two familiar voices. What do we do?

“Who are you?”

It was a call to the Lord. I slowly turned around.

There was an adherence with a soft smile and a radius with a tray full of tea cups.

My eyes met.

“Huh?"

“Why is the student here? ”

It did not take long for the two of them to recognize him.

At the same time, the two disciples looked at each other.

“Do you know him? ”

“Uh, you, too? ”

Geunwoo looked at him and said.

“You said you were a doorman and you came here as a student? ”

Yoo Geun-woo. He wrote a novel called Crybaby with a distinctive depressing style.

“Oh, I see. You're serious about being a writer now that you've gone to perturbation. ”

Bonjour. He was a writer with a handful of Manian readers with outstanding crest.

They were writers with ties to Australia. But there was no coincidence. He became slightly embarrassed.

The speaker said to him, thinking about how to introduce it and making an awkward smile.

“Shall I tell him? You want to talk about it?”

She seems to have some idea of the situation. He decided to turn himself in.

“I'll tell you what. ”

He opened his mouth, feeling two pairs of eyes gathered around him.

“Hello, I'm the Starship. ”

I gradually grew my eyes to comply with the sudden greeting. He nods unyieldingly.

Geunwoo accepts Lord's greeting and opens his mouth to reveal his name. But he said sooner.

“And he's a coincidence writer. ”

The muscles stop with their mouths open. I blinked twice. Before something came out of his mouth, Junsu said first this time.

“No wonder!”

It was a violent reaction. The violent response was welcomed.

“I read your book in a book! Somehow. Somehow. The student said it was too good to write. You're a coincidence writer! Indeed.”

“Haha.”

“Yes. I've been out in the wind until that time, so I don't think I can finish. Besides, it was a long breath. It wasn't for the competition, by the way. You knew you couldn't finish, didn't you? ”

“Yeah, well. I knew.”

“Brother, get out of the way. ”

When Junsu smiles brightly and tries to say something more, Rookie pushes him aside. And I stood before him and shouted with my mouth still open.

“You're a coincidence? ”

“Yes.”

“Coincidence writer? ”

“Yes.”

“You, then, I said that day, no, the book, I mean, ”

I looked very confused. The roots spoke with a shaky eye.

“Lies.”

“I would never lie to you in front of the writers. ”

“No, but it's not. You're lying."

He stared at his face full of embarrassment, and said.

“I'm sorry I won the award. ”

“Aargh.”

“I don't know what's going on, but calm down. ”

Junsu said that and patted his back three times. A strange cry came out of the gentle advice. He shakes his head with both hands. I'll never forget it. I can't sleep today. I thought I'd regret it, but I muttered, "Oh, my God."

“Sit down and eat some fruit. ”

In the middle of that madness, the speaker recommended fruits.

After a short time, the atmosphere had only calmed down, and the usual encounters with Australia, the textbooks, and friends and compliance sat down.

Lee looked down and was just chewing on the apple from the speaker.

Compliance asked.

“But what's a writer doing here by chance? ”

“I called for you. I met him the day the cataracts opened in the park. ”

The speaker answered. He nods at you.

“I went out to see if I could watch, and there was a kid sitting on the ground writing. ”

“That was me. ”

“You're so close, you don't even notice it. I was curious, and I was writing something that had nothing to do with the subject. ”

“The article has nothing to do with the subject? ”

“A centipede?”

The rookie bites. I felt it then, but I was a fast recoverer. He looked at him and said,

“I was writing something, but I just remembered to finish it. ”

“You're writing, you're not kicking it, are you? ”

He said that and laughed.

“That's right. The next one. ”

“Huh?"

Cough. Junsu, who was drinking tea next to me, coughed a little. Crew looks weird and asks.

“What? Next? Are you saying you wrote the next one? Accidental writer? ”

“Yes, why? ”

I was filled with curiosity.

“It's been less than a year. Bird trail is still number one on the bestseller list. ”

“I've already sent it to the publisher. ”

“Wow."

A brief admiration came out of his mouth.

“What a frightened child. Shouldn't you be worried that you'll be able to achieve this much in your next work? ”

“Keung, if you don't want to regret it later, you'd better stop there. ”

Compliance warned me with a good smile. Roots shut up quietly.

He smiled and said.

“It's okay. I didn't mean to worry you like you said. ”

Workers shook their hands and said.

“What do you call me, comfortably? ”

Even though he said that, his tail was up in the sky. The name "The Writer" makes me feel good.

Junsu said, calling him comfortably at his side.

He replied, "Yes."

“So why did you come up with the kick-off so soon? ”

I was close to a conversation that had been cut off for a while.

He pondered his words. There was a snag.

Hurry up.

Is it really that fast? After 30 years, he came here, and without 30 years, he could not have come out.

I was afraid of failing. I was anxious to think of those two letters. I was anxious to grab a pen and write like I was being chased. Everything that came out of it was a mess.

The next one was the beginning of the fall. He didn't want to lead the same life, and he didn't want to fail. But I couldn't write without thinking about failing. Writing is like that. You can't write a word if you're afraid of failure.

“It's not that I didn't worry. ”

Dish Filled (1) End

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