Great Novelist

Me, others, and friends (2)

After the conversation with Seonhua, he returned to the classroom. Half the beverage was also on hand. He poured it into his mouth at once and came out into the hallway as usual, chatting nonsense with the sloth.

To take out the trash.

He crossed an empty corridor with a can of beverage in one hand and found a familiar back view in front of the bin. It was spring.

She stands in front of the trash can with a bag of chips in both hands. She throws the garbage away with her careless hands. He doesn’t separate the garbage from the garbage that’s all tangled up in it and throws it away.

He said.

“It’s this way. ”

Spring flinched its shoulders in surprise. You have to be a good kid to get help from others. Spring, when it appeared wrong, seemed anxious.

He pretended not to know.

“I’m confused. Plastic. ”

“Ugh, yeah. You’re taking out the trash, too? ”

“Yes.”

Ask the obvious. He replied by discarding the can of beverage in his hand.

“Did you eat all that? ”

In the hand of spring, there were many traces of snacks to eat alone.

“No, we ate it all together. ”

“Then why did you bring all this? Looks like a lot of sheep. ”

“It’s easier for one person to move. ”

Yes, he accepted. And like I told Sunhwa, I opened my mouth to her.

“I’ve seen your writing. I’m sorry to see this without your permission. ”

“Huh?”

Spring was a shock, but there was no liquid spraying like a line drawing. He blinked for a moment, then smiled and said.

“It’s okay. It didn’t matter what I saw. ”

“I’m not mad at you. ”

You feel no unpleasantness on her face.

“I’m not mad at you. It’s okay.”

“Yes, it was good. ”

“Really? I don’t know. ”

When the compliment comes out, I also take one step back.

“I enjoyed your portrait, but I liked it. ”

“I see. Look, shall we go? I’ll ring the bell.”

She hurries back, in case she hears that your writing was better than hers. A good person is a target of envy and envy.

He said.

“I’m a good writer. ”

“Huh?”

She looks up as if she doesn’t know what’s going on.

“There’s no need to be jealous of your writing. I’m a good writer. ”

“What the hell. You’re so confident.”

“Do you think it’s a sunflower? ”

“A little.”

Spring answered with a relieved face.

“Do you have time for the weekend? ”

“Why?”

“Buy me some clothes. I just don’t know what I’m wearing these days. ”

“Clothes? Uh, I don’t know much about men’s clothes. ”

“I’ll call you Sunhwa. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

Spring hesitates. He asks her.

“Did you fight?”

“No, I’ve never fought a sunflower. ”

“Well, that’s fine. I’ll help you if anything happens. ”

The sound of help brightens my face slightly. She still wanted to get back to the same relationship with Seonhwa.

“Yes · · · · · · · · ·. ”

It was only spring when I said yes.

The two of them set the time and place of the appointment and broke up.

“Over here.”

And that day, Australia, who was waiting in front of the bus stop, waved her hand at a familiar drawing that looked far away. Even though she was not late, she ran from the moment she knew that he had arrived first. I feel sorry for him as if it was a big sin to keep him waiting.

“Sorry, I got out early. ”

“It’s not too late. It’s okay.”

“Still, have you been waiting long? ”

“About five minutes. ”

“Sorry.”

I said I was sorry. At that point, he turned his head. You will only hear that you are sorry if you continue this conversation.

“Here comes the bus. ”

“Yeah, but, you know, what about Sunhwa? ”

Spring swirled around, asking for the whereabouts of Sunhwa who had not yet come.

“None.”

He said casually. She stops her head and asks with a puzzling look.

“What?”

“Sunhwa said she would call me when she finished shopping. Didn’t I tell you? ”

“But I don’t know much about clothes. ”

“It’s okay. It’s my suit, so I’ll decide. Let me get your opinion. ”

Australia and Spring boarded the bus. I sat side by side in the back seat. The bus was headed towards the nearby main street.

While the car was leaving and passing through several stations, the two of them said nothing. He opened the window slightly. Every time the bus ran, the wind blew in.

He opened his mouth as he watched the fast-paced scenery.

“When choosing clothes. ”

“Yes.”

The silent spring suddenly listens to me. He looked ahead and said.

“Do you buy your favorite clothes? Or is it the right outfit? ”

“Me? Well, maybe we should pick out more matching outfits? ”

It was an unconvinced tone. He asked why. She hesitates a little and examines Lord. I was worried that I might disagree with myself.

“Well, if you buy something that fits you, you won’t regret it. ”

“Do you regret picking out your favorite outfit? ”

“It’s not, but it doesn’t fit, does it? It’s embarrassing to be pointed at by someone else. ”

“So what do you like to give up? ”

“Will that work? I’m not sure.”

He said as he watched the fast-paced landscape.

“Regret is supposed to do something. ”

“I see.”

“But I don’t want to regret it. ”

“Yes, that’s right. I hate it.”

I nodded several times in the spring.

The conversation between the two paused. He turns his head to the window. I don’t want to regret it. Nevertheless, people regret it. Regret makes my body steady. Fear that no action would lead to a good end was always under the water.

So is writing.

Maybe it’s the wrong vocabulary. This sentence might get in the way. If I did it at a different point, if I had a different character, if I had a different writer who handled this material, I would have written better than this.

When you think about it, not a single letter can be written on paper. I feel the urge to give this pen to someone else.

But he never lets go. In that case.

“The next stop is · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

A voice came from the bus. Turbulence. The bus is shaking violently.

“Then you have no choice but to worry in advance. ”

“What?”

“Clothes. I want to be able to choose well. ”

“Oh, yeah. You’re tall, so you’ll look good in all your round clothes. ”

“I think so, too. ”

Spring smiled at the opponent of Australia. It was her smile that became familiar one day. Spring is the only time to react this kindly.

If it had been Seonhwa or Seongwang, he would have laughed at me.

“Let’s get off.”

The two arrived at a street where several clothing shops were lined up. There were a lot of people there because it was a weekend. I don’t have many guests because I get hit by people and go to any store. Apologies to the host, but it was good for both of them.

I slowly looked around the store, which is a ceiling and a wall, all surrounded by clothes. The middle-aged woman who appeared to be the owner stood at the register and said in a nostalgic voice, “If you need any help, let me know.”

He went to the place where the t-shirt was on display, looked around, picked one and touched the body.

“How about this? ”

“Well, that’s okay. ”

Spring smiled and said. He asked with his clothes beside him.

“This?”

“Uh, that, too. ”

“Then this. ”

“Well, that’s good, too. ”

It doesn’t say it doesn’t suit her.

He said, thinking a little.

“I can’t afford all this. ”

“I don’t know much about clothes. ”

I’ve heard that many times.

Nevertheless, he did not stop and asked for her opinion. It took longer than anything else. Red, blue, green, white, black. Even though I heard strange patterned clothes, all the answers from spring were positive. It wasn’t unexpected.

He asked.

“Are you having trouble? ”

“No, it’s okay. ”

“I’m having a hard time. ”

Spring was bewildered. He spoke.

“But I can’t do it because I don’t want to live naked. You have to choose something. ”

He looked at the clothes in both hands. Whether he liked it or was matching it, he had to wear something over his body.

He hung up the t-shirt in his hand. The spring when I thought I would choose between the two, I looked at him with a curious look.

“Excuse me.”

He called the host. The host jumped on foot often.

“What are you looking for? ”

“Show me that hat over there. The red one.”

“Hat?”

Spring became smaller and smaller. The three eyes looked up. There’s a hat hanging in the air. It sucks like the nose of a line I saw then.

The host lowered the red hat in the air as a long hanger. He went in front of the mirror and tried on his hat.

It was quite rustic.

“What do you think?”

“Uh, well. ”

Spring turned and looked at him. To be honest, it was corny, but I couldn’t get it out of my mouth. Eventually, I tried to be discouraged, but the host opened his mouth first.

“Oh, honey. My husband doesn’t even use that stuff. Pick another one. I’ll make it cheaper. ”

“Really? Why? ”

“You look like you put pepper paste on it. ”

“Haha.”

The sound of the chili pepper is palpable.

Spring doubted whether the host had a mind to sell clothes. I can’t believe you’re telling your customers you’re selling something called a Hot Pepper Cake.

But what was even more surprising was Australia.

“Give me this. Cheap.”

“Oh, really? I can’t do it. I’ll go with the scarlet. ”

“With this.”

“Okay, this is actually a nice cloth at this point. I’ll make it cheaper. ”

“Thank you.”

The host just changed his words. I wonder if I should go with a good heart to buy it. Spring was silent and still while the two of them were finishing the calculations.

He left the store with his hat on.

“What do you think?”

“Huh?”

“Does this look good? ”

“Oh, yeah. ”

It was a lie to say it fits in this situation. But spring couldn’t stop the word positive from coming out of its mouth. It’s already a habit.

“That’s a lie. It’s corny in my eyes. ”

“Then don’t ask. ”

Spring came as a surprise after spitting out words. I was a little nervous. I’m sure it’s because I’m tired of the ongoing questions. You can’t do this. What do we do?

I looked at him with anxious eyes. The Lord is.

“Hey, do you want some ice cream? ”

I didn’t even care.