Great Novelist

He took out his handwriting notes and books in order to complete the paperwork he had been pushing. Im Hyun-jo's book sat on his desk quietly.

But also, it did not last as long as always.

Now I was going to.

After touching the book, he opened the book on top of his notebook. After the first chapter, after the next chapter.

I started reading books naturally. When I read them all, it was quite a while ago.

It's also a good article. I did not think of any specific reason. Just read it and you'll feel it. This book is a good book.

He looked back at the impressive scene.

The old man became alone. The house where my wife and children were, was empty.

He confesses by looking in the mirror at his life.

Where are you?

The old man asks.

The only place an old man can draw water is a mirror. Of course, the self in the mirror does not speak until the old man answers. But the old man waits for his answer. It was a stupid scene. I feel bad because the damp atmosphere is bland.

But it was good.

His writings really simply captivated people's feelings.

Im Hyun is also a writer. He never lets go of his creative strings until he reaches the age of old age. Writer's love. He was a writer who was obstinate in his work and texts that inspired many people and wrote sentences with thorough calculations. I am still active in beautiful writing with philosophical content.

I swiped the paper once.

Letters are lined up. That's all, but people are moved and shed tears.

“Where are you? ”

He read the old man's lines aloud.

The stubborn old man realizes the death of his family and asks the mirror. Now there is no one who can listen to the old man's story.

The old man who secretly watched the three brothers next door.

An old man who was angry at the unreasonable existence among the three brothers.

Even an old man who could not forgive the immaturity of a child could not forgive himself.

He was captivated by the urge to look in the mirror. There is a mirror in the bathroom. He got up and went to the bathroom.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw the mirror. I saw myself in it. A drop of water remained on top of the mirror illuminating its upper body. It was dirty.

I turned the water on and put it in my hands. I rubbed it with a damp hand. The marks were gone, but I didn't think it was clean.

Tuck.

The nails and mirrors clashed and made a sound. It sounds dull and light. It rang a little and disappeared quickly into thin air.

In it, he saw himself touching the surface of the mirror with the same hand. Same face, same face, same skin. Without the boundary of mirrors, it would have been indistinguishable.

Knock, knock.

I accidentally flicked my finger twice more. A writer who likes 3 came to mind and slowly flicked his hand once more. His book still did not sell well. Accidentally, coincidence overlaps with publication times, and he said he was more responsive than usual.

He complained like a joke, but he wasn't sorry.

I know he will succeed. He will soon be known as a writer.

Should I be a little nervous? He thought that and smiled small by himself. Then I raised my head and looked at myself.

I decided to imagine a little.

Kaaaah.

Crow.

There was a crow sitting on the right shoulder. Black beak, black eyes, black feathers. When did he take his place? He looked at him quietly. He shakes his head twice and spreads his black wings.

Like I said, don't call yourself when it's nothing.

He closed his eyes reflexively in that crazy movement. When he opened his eyes again, he had already hidden himself in the shadows.

Following behind him, he picked up a cleaning brush in the corner of the bathroom.

“Where are the cleaners? ”

I started cleaning the bathroom with a little rough hands.

After making the mirror so shiny, I wiped the remaining moisture from my Lord's hand and went into the room.

I saw something shiny on the bed. A phone laying next to a pillow. It was emitting light at a constant interval. It meant that there was a message that could not be confirmed in time.

When I checked, it was surprisingly a text from the yearbook.

I quickly read the content.

Won't you meet the writer, Im Hyun?

“· · · Im Hyun-do writer? ”

He saw a book he had just read. Im Hyun-do?

He stood still for a while, carefully lifting up the book.

I opened the first chapter. I saw the writer's introduction box. There was the face of Im Hyun-ro. Dark and white hair, handsome appearance, and a calm atmosphere.

I actually meet this person.

“Ha.”

He did not prevent any vain laughter from leaking out of his mouth.

Can I get an autograph?

Thus, Im Hyun also decided to meet with the writer.

And a day before my appointment with the writer Im Hyun-do.

He was almost captivated at school. To be precise, the mind was directed elsewhere. I just couldn't sleep and couldn't concentrate on the class.

“Do you have someone you like? ”

Seogwang asked, and he answered with a dry voice.

“No.”

“Then why are you so distracted? ”

“Did I do that? ”

“I'm doing it. Even now.”

“Really?"

“I can't do this. ”

Seogwang crooked his chin and told him.

“What happened? ”

I had a job. He said with a small smile.

“It's a good thing. ”

“A good thing? How good is that? ”

To Seogwang, who asked me that, he honestly told me about this lie.

“Hm. How much do you see the writer in person? ”

“Wow.”

Im Hyun-do, the eyes of the reading frenzy changed greatly in those three letters.

“Im Hyun also met a writer. I wouldn't have been able to sleep the day before that. On that day, they'll buy a hearing aid and give you a heart that won't calm down until an hour before you meet them. ”

“Strangely specific. ”

“I would be happy to meet you at 4 pm. ”

Seogwang, who doesn't know which planet the prince is on, clapped his hands and said. Although he snorted.

I left my friend trembling and turned my gaze out the window.

A day ago.If it's like Westerner said, should I buy Qinghuan tomorrow? He looked down at my bored heart, unable to keep his composure.

Since the meeting was so determined, it seemed like it would be canceled soon.

You look up at the sky. There are clouds floating in the sky as relaxed as your heart. There was not a bird flying around.

Are we really meeting?

I couldn't feel it at all.

Finally that day.

He opened his eyes early in the morning. I checked my cellphone, there was no text that the appointment was cancelled. It's a real meet.

There was time until the appointment time.

Even though it was the same day I met the writer Im Hyun-do, whose name was not a bad title, the world still looked the same, so the Lord also spent time as usual.

Wash, eat, read and grab a pen. I had a fantasy and I had a plan.

Wing.

Then the phone rang. He was a writer in the newspaper.

A familiar voice came out of the phone.

“What are you doing, by any chance? ”

It was a little light and stoic. He naturally comes to mind on the day of his churning.

“I had an appointment, so I was getting ready. ”

In the words of God, I was surprised or disappointed.

“Really? I was going to buy you something delicious. Who are you meeting? Girlfriend?”

At that trivial joke, he said boldly.

“Im Hyun is also a writer. ”

The opponent beyond the phone is silent. He briefly checked the status of his phone. It was still connected. It was not muted. That is, this static cause was entirely the responsibility of the currency partner.

He waited quietly for his word. It didn't take me long to hear the big shout.

“Hey, Im Hyun-do? Are you a writer, Lim Hyun? Are you the writer I know? ”

“Yes.”

The opponent becomes more busy with his short answer.

“Why? Why is that? ”

“The writer asked me to meet him, and I said I would meet him. And here we are today. ”

“· · · · · · · Did you know the writer? ”

“Yes.”

The Lord's short answer turned to silence again. He waited for him to say it again.

“Take my autograph. ”

And what I heard was quite childish talk. He said.

“I don't know. I think I'll take my share. ”

“That's a shame. I'll give you my autograph. ”

I don't need it. I hear a light laugh in his reply. The west asked where the meeting was.

“Why? You came to see me? ”

“I don't have the courage. ”

He simply said the name of the meeting place. It was the name of a store I had never heard of.

“It's called Lady Song's restaurant. ”

“Oh, there you are. ”

The West seemed to know.

“You know where it is. ”

“Yes, it's quite famous among the writers there. ”

“Is that so?"

It was worth noting that he had disappeared lonelily, leaving only his debut.

“Song, the owner and chef, loves novels. The food is so good. I don't know the details, but it's kind of like a doorman's shop. I was introduced to you, too, and there I met a writer called Bonjoong. If you're lucky, I'll see you. Well, they don't know you're a coincidence. ”

Bonjour. It was a familiar name. You and Junsu knew each other.

“I was going to take you. I can't believe Im Hyun-do took me there. I envy him.”

He laughed quietly and asked as if he was mocking me.

“Aren't you nervous? I'm going to see your novelist. ”

“I don't know. Maybe it's because I haven't realized it yet. ”

“Well, I can't imagine you're nervous. You're too small for your age. ”

“You might get nervous if you go. ”

“I've never seen anyone really tremble for a guy like that. ”

Looking at the needle pointing to 11 o'clock, he knew it was time to leave.

“I think I should go now. ”

“Yes, don't be late. Come back and tell me about your review. Get it if you can get it signed. ”

It was a sign until the end. He answered me dry and hung up.

Meet with him (2) End

lim Han-baek