Great Novelist

Chapter 40



Transfer Pollen (3)

The story of the work was almost finished. As she examines the time, she naturally takes out the words to grab the last food she wants.

“As you’ve heard before, U.S. exports cost a lot of money and time to prepare. If the books are exported to a different route in the middle, the damage is not great. ”

“I see.”

“That’s why I want to manage your work exclusively. ”

So this is it. He realized it at once. She doesn’t want this book taken from someone else. What to do. He recalled the past. I accepted it here the other day.

She waits for her permission. He looked at her for a moment and opened his mouth.

“I’m not sure. ”

The butterfly replied swiftly.

“What part of” I don’t know “do you mean? ”

“No, there’s no problem with the agent. I just like to be cautious. I’m going to say no to monopoly. ”

He said nothing about his choice. It’s literally the realm of writers. The role of an editor or agent was greatly needed to export a work, but before that all began as an author.

Nam-Kyung did not want to become an editor by blocking the writer’s choice. Apart from how young the writer was. Moreover, I’ve been realizing lately that the person called the Starship is not to be judged by his age.

Nam-Kyung saw butterflies. She knows that now.

In his reply, the butterfly paused for a moment, but soon it regained its composure.

“· · Yes. I understand, I’m afraid. ”

Butterflies who talk like that never give up.

He came to the park for a holiday like a mother’s. It was to watch guitar girls perform. She had to rely solely on coincidence as she was not performing at any given time. But they did not force time on her or Australia or each other. Maybe he got used to it because he had met this type of person from the beginning.

“Lara Lara. ”

There were still no lyrics. She had something to say, but she was too shy to say it.

“Lara, Lara. ”

Moderate tone and moderate performance. There was a clumsy guitar playing. Nevertheless, he lures here to listen to her song.

Hopefully, she’ll be standing here with a guitar.

He waved lightly left and right to the rhythm. She looks a little bit this way, but that’s all. I didn’t wave or smile. He thought she was shy.

“Hello, Aurora. ”

Then, a butterfly flew over my back.

“Welcome.”

“Yes, I’ve never seen a meeting place like this before. ”

She looks around. There were not many people inside the park. It was only the elders who were there. There’s a woman singing in there.

“I could have gone. ”

“No, I have to come. ”

Shortly after my first meal with the white butterflies, I heard from her. She explained what was going on and said one last time: When is the time?

In the process of setting up a meeting place, she said, This is where the writer frequents you. It was not so much to say that Australia, a student, frequently visited. Then go to the park.

There are cafes and restaurants in the park. There was a zoo and a botanical garden. I think it’s a pretty good meeting place.

Butterflies happily replied.

She hasn’t given up on propriety yet.

At the dinner, he liked her attitude towards work. That’s why I thought it was okay to leave it there.

Isn’t this the same as before?

Saying it’s the same as before brings anxiety to him. I’m going to walk the same path as before and I’m going to repeat myself. It may be more frightening to him than death. I’m not afraid of failure. I just wanted to be different.

He did not know why he had returned to the past. It was like a miracle I couldn’t understand. However, there are many things in this world that cannot be seen by the human eye. There are unexplained and undisclosed things. So humans can imagine.

Because of this, he had to struggle as hard as he could. A moment of carelessness can cast you into the same fate.

“Outside, I’ll call you the Australian Army. ”

At her words, Ahjussi nods, out of recall.

“You may speak comfortably. ”

“No, you’re still a writer. ”

She said she would speak respectfully to all the other writers she was working with.

“Is this some kind of code? ”

“It’s not that grand. It’s a sign of respect, because I like my job as a writer. ”

Her face softened momentarily when she put the name of the author in her mouth. Like a person who really loves someone.

“You must like it a lot. ”

“Yes. I’m a good writer, too, but I started this because I like books. I admire you enough to choose your path. ”

He saw her face and understood why she felt like a father in her respectful words.

Abu is a man who harms others. No one has ever missed someone in their social life. Spleen secreting digestive fluid and gastrointestinal digestion. In other words, harmonizing means making others like the two institutions work together to digest.

I like others. I try to like someone. She’s using her word of honor as a means. To young people.

In fact, in social life, it is polite to speak respectfully to people below. Respect is fundamental in the gathering of individuals. However, the fundamentals are often not kept.

“Do you speak respectfully to your subordinates? ”

“Of course. It’s common courtesy to raise your voice from top to bottom. ”

But what about when you’re dealing with students? I have never done any business You have not yet joined society. I rarely spoke respectfully to such students. When I called a student in uniform, it was always half-word. Familiar with half-words.

There will probably be no students who take the situation unpleasantly because adults say something respectful. She did not overlook that she was a student. Perhaps she thought she was unfamiliar with respect like the other students.

I’m afraid not.

She said she liked the job of a writer. You want to look good for someone you like. She wanted to look good for herself.

He thought, as a writer, I will continue to listen to her respect.

A moment of silence passed. Larara, on the other hand, I hear her song. Said the butterfly.

“What an unusual song. ”

“Yes. No titles, no lyrics, but it sounds good. ”

It was a song that was all about bad guitar and humming, but it didn’t bother me. It was because there was no pretense. There is also this kind of writing. The sentences are clumsy and the contents are blurry, but my mind is distracted.

The cleanliness brings grandmothers here and calls them here. In this small space, she sang with all her heart.

“Because you want to say something. ”

“Yes?”

“That’s why it’s so good to hear.” Yes · · · · · · · · ·. ”

As a butterfly, I didn’t understand her story. No, that’s not all. The two were in contrast. Butterflies decorate themselves and attract someone. On the contrary, the guitar girl’s song comes into a person’s mind without pretending. We don’t know which one is right. They are simply glamorous and simple. Glamour and simplicity are not a matter of right and wrong.

It’s the same for both of you to say what you want to say.

He gets up from his seat, waving a little to her singing, and then comes out.

The two of them entered a small cafe in the park. Each of them had something to drink. I had a lot of space because I didn’t have any guests. The two of them were on the inside. I could see the children and parents passing by the store sometimes.

“I came to see you today because I want to hear a story about a book. ”

It’s about bird tracks. Butterflies wanted to know more about the man known as Juho. The agent introduces not only the work, but also the author. I had to have some knowledge of the author. When you talk about his work, you can naturally learn about the author.

Butterflies said.

“I’d love to hear more about the Australian army, because there’s very little known about it. ”

“I don’t know what to say when you say that. Do you have any questions? ”

“That’s a lot of questions. May I?”

The butterfly glitters. He nods, smiling.

“Yes.”

“It’s about bird tracks. ”

After Australia’s permission, butterflies read the bird’s trail and asked one question that they were most curious about.

“People talk in the dark enough to say almost everything. burying the corpse of birds, the fact that my brother is coming, or the inside of a kite. I wonder why you set the background to night. ”

“The night.”

“Yes.”

She asked about the background of the work.

He was briefly lost in thought. Why set the background for the night. It wasn’t actually a planned device. He decided to use bird tracks because he remembered the end of the story. It was eye-catching like the last goal. So he wrote down toward it.

In other words, the background of the night was also a sudden outburst from wanting to leave the protagonist alone. He was not a thorough plotter before writing. It’s because unexpected things pop up in the writing process. Even if I planned from one to ten, it must have changed someplace.

However, when I think about it now, I think that writing the word ‘night’ is not just to lonely the leading character, Kite.

“The background of the night has actually been almost impulsive. ”

“An impulse.”

“Yes. It just came out. ”

“Then why did you like the urge? ”


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