Great Novelist

Finger holding the glass.

Just shrug your shoulders.

Clean slate.

He seemed to know why the writer Im Hyundo was respected by his colleagues. It wasn't just about how he looked and how his work looked.

He knows how to care for people. You know what the other person wants, and you keep the lead, so there was no inconvenience in the conversation with him.

He doesn't reveal anything. I do not boast and do not contemplate.

I want to get close, but it's hard. So what's left is respect.

The tiny ice in your mouth melts away without a chew. You suck the straw, and all you get is air. I drank it all.

“Have you finished? ”

“Yes.”

“Then let's get out. ”

I got up from my seat and left my room. At first, I was heading towards the waiting room where I met him, and I could feel his gaze looking this way. At first glance, it was a woman who was a fan of Hyundai. She was watching herself and Hyundai leave without coming as before.

She seems to be staring at herself for some reason.

He passed through the hallway as if he didn't know.

“Did you enjoy your meal? ”

There was a Ms. Song at the register. He came out to say hello to Hyundai. In her question, Lord answered with a smile.

“Yes. I'm glad to know this place. ”

“I'm glad I said that. ”

Song said that and continued to look at him. I knew there was something left to say. Instead of him hesitating about what to do, Hyundai let me out.

“What's the matter? ”

“That's the thing. ”

I put my hands on my cheeks and showed a hesitant attitude. It was like a baby bear.

She lowers her voice and whispers.

“Honey, aren't you a writer by any chance? ”

Then he hurriedly added.

“No, it's rare for Hyundai to bring guests, and she's this young and high school student. It's just a coincidence that he's a writer at his own night. Aren't you?”

My eyes sparkled with anticipation. I had better deduction than the woman who was a fan of Hyundai.

He glanced at the status quo. He was watching Lord's actions.

I turned my gaze back to a face like a baby bear. So maybe that type of person is next to him. A person who can't bear it and just throws it out of his mouth, but never offends.

He said, lowering his voice along with her.

“Keep it a secret. ”

She opens her eyes, surprised, and looks at the status quo and looks at him again.

“Goodbye. ”

Hyundai urged to leave for such a song. He followed behind him and greeted.

“Goodbye, then. ”

“Next time, come pick out something you like. ”

Song said. He replied, "Yes." The food here was right for me, so I wanted to come again when I had the chance.

Australia and Hyundai went back the way they came. Away from its high-end facades, cars wander through narrow alleyways and crowded streets.

“Did you take the subway? ”

“Yes.”

“Then I'll take you to the station. ”

I didn't have to, but I didn't want to say no somehow. He walked side-by-side with him. Somehow I didn't think of anything. The streets were full of cars and people, but only felt far away.

Normally, I'd walk around every corner.

In case you wanted to find good materials, everything in the world was paying attention. He would have been digging for conflict and emotion in order to unravel the chaotic noise.

His side was still.

Maybe it's because he's exhaling a huge presence. You can't break this silence at any size.

Arriving at the station. He greeted Hyundai.

“Thank you for today. ”

“I'm the one.”

Hyundai stared at himself for a moment and opened his mouth.

“Will you write when you get back? ”

He said frankly because it was difficult to calculate what the question meant.

“Yes.”

“Like what?"

“I don't know yet. ”

Hmmm, he makes that distinctive sound and says:

“Sometimes I look at my children. ”

I don't know whose child you're talking about, but I listened.

“Sometimes I don't eat and sometimes I don't like it. If they ask why, they say it's not good enough. It's amazing. I haven't even touched my mouth. Can I taste it? ”

“You can make a rough guess. especially the soft ones. Kids are sensitive, so they notice. ”

Hyundai nodded his head small and said.

“You said you don't eat. ”

“Yes.”

“Then can we try a little more varied food? ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

I'm not talking about food. He paused for a moment. He looked over his shoulder. He was looking at his eyes like that.

“I'm exhausted. ”

He quickly relaxed his muscles.

“Don't be nervous about the new flavor. You're gonna digest it all anyway. ”

He thought a little and said.

“What do you recommend? ”

Hyundai smiled and replied.

“I hate testicles. You're on your own.”

I heard from Nam-Kyung that he refused to testify. Finally, he bowed his head and greeted. He walks his own path.

He looked at it and slowly went down the stairs leading to the basement. Boom, boom. You hear your footsteps a little louder. The entrance to the basement was dark. I looked back when I was halfway down.

The sky is visible through a narrow crevice.

Somehow I remembered Hyundai's hair. White hair mixed between black hair. It was as if the snow had fallen.

He took his eyes off the sky and moved on to look for new food.

“Oh, I forgot to get an autograph. ”

*

The speech watered a small garden in the garden. A drop of water on the surface of a fresh vegetable glows with light. It feels good to be in the sun.

She sat with her butt to the ground. An ant was passing by. I asked what was so busy that I was transporting the corpse of the worm.

There was no class today and the disciples were out, so I was alone for a long time. The speech no longer writes novels. I felt it a while ago. There's nothing left in him now. I used them all. I have no power to make up elaborate stories. Regrettably, elegance preceded me. The feeling of spilling everything.

I've spent enough.

All I wrote now was the daily life that accumulated with time. When I was older than I am now, so I thought I'd use the essentials when more stories piled up. A story about a garden he painted with his own hands would be fine. Taking a trip and writing essays before it's too late wouldn't be so bad.

Bruises.

The dog barks from a distance. It was a big dog who lived nearby. I don't know what species it was, but it was cute with black spots all over its right eye.

Woof. I always remembered my husband's face when I heard him cry. Someone who wrote an incredibly pleasant article.

Recently, I remembered another person. He's a young writer. It was the sprout that announced the next one to the world.

Accidental writer.

There was a similar corner to my husband who died when I was young.

A 16-year-old boy wrote. But he won a prize. It's been a talk lately.It's been said among the disciples. At first, I was just curious. I just read his article out of curiosity.

The young writer's writing made him yearn.

It was a strange feeling. The writing of two writers that were completely different in style and atmosphere kept overlapping. I realized it the third time I read a coincidence. because it was similar to the way he used to write in life.

I told her friend Hyundai. He was thinking the same thing. He said, the next one's going to be quite late. It takes time for that kind of emotion to accumulate to the bottom.

An ant passed by.

The first coincidence I met was in the next book. The finish was right in front of me. A book came out in less than a year. The world was full of coincidences.

The speech was a little cheerful because of the futility of my friend who was rarely wrong.

“What's so funny? ”

The speaker turned around. As I got older, I saw the handsome face of my best friend.

“I was thinking about my husband. ”

“Then I understand smiling. ”

When he becomes the opponent of his husband, he opens his mouth with an evil voice. I kept talking about my husband in front of him because he seemed pleasant. It is because of this that I did not want to remember after a long time.

The speaker asked for him.

“How's Ms. Song? ”

“I'm fine. ”

Her food is empowering. I often went to write for a long time. After completing one of the articles, I went there to eat. It was like a prize for a weary self.

Seeing her reminds me of a baby bear for some reason. I don't know if it was just me, but I told her, and she was happy that it was a cute nickname.

“I haven't been there in a long time. Come with me next time. ”

“When the time is right. ”

“Pretending to be free and busy. ”

The speaker and Hyundai sat down in the usual way. The wind blows. The leaves wiggle slightly. The speech immediately asked.

“How was the writer by any chance? ”

“It was fun. It was fun having a conversation. ”

He was really enjoying himself. She stared at that rare face.

“And?”

“I was a reporter.”

“No? I had a good meal at home. ”

Even after seeing a curious speech, Hyundai said without any explanation.

“I made a little recommendation. ”

“Suggest what? ”

Hyundai looked up at the sky and said.

“Write more. ”

Various writings. The speaker said with a little concern.

“We just got our kicks. You can let him rest a bit. ”

“Writing to him is not the job. It's more like a break. It's a digestive action.”

Digestive action. It was a parable my husband used a lot. My husband liked to compare his writing to digestion. I smiled at the happy word.

“You used to be annoyed by the bizarre metaphor. ”

“I still don't like it. ”

I just found out, he said.

“Good. Are you coming to dinner? I'll make you something delicious. ”

“Just do it. I don't think I have any disciples today. ”

The speaker always brought up the story that was on her mouth.

“Too bad it got cut off in the middle. ”

Better to overflow than to be lacking. The regret to make more is painful. I'm sorry it's over.

She woke up from her seat thinking of a three-to-two relationship.

“You need three servings to fill the sheep. ”

Hyundai gave no answer.

Meet Him (6) End

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