Great Novelist

Confession of Red Ginseng (1)

Hearing Baron’s words, he nods.

“I hadn’t thought of that either. I guess so. I’m busy. ”

Because I can’t go behind the scenes and run a blog. If you say you don’t have time to read the book, you don’t have the words to post it.

It was the most compelling hypothesis. But it didn’t look good.

“You’ll come back one day. But did you like red ginseng that much? ”

“They are influenced by the purchase of books. ”

Baron glances at him quietly and says,

“I’m not doing this because I have a corner that cares. ”

“Haha, did you get caught? ”

As a matter of fact, we did. As time went on, we learned more about each other. It would be a pleasure to have Baron’s interest in his successor. He smiled slightly and said.

“Actually, I felt a little anxious in my last post. ”

“Anxiety? That’s the last one, right? A book review called a single room. ”

Baron remembers going straight to the bookstore after seeing the article. He nods.

“Why is that? I didn’t know any different. ”

“I know. It’s weird. ”

“What?”

Baron asked for an explanation with a face that he didn’t understand.

“Red ginseng is an honest man. The number of articles you read that you enjoy varies from volume to volume. He likes the book of the writer while he’s in the saddle. And the one-room book, which the writer of the book wrote in five years, It’s well-rated and it’s actually a good book. It’ll suit your taste in red ginseng. ”

However, it is no different than usual. That was weird, by the way. He enjoyed reading his reviews and was somewhat aware of his reading preferences. If a single room didn’t suit his taste, he’d be even more disappointed. But it’s not like that.

It was like my heart was somewhere else.

“That’s what I heard. I definitely didn’t get the feeling that red ginseng was happy. That’s strange.”

“Right?”

The two of them were thinking. What’s the situation when he’s distant from the book?

“Here’s the Seawave. ”

With a resounding voice, my grandmother let go of the plate. Once he stopped thinking and tried to eat, he stopped looking at the table.

“Grandma, we had two plates. ”

“This is a service. I’ve come a long way.”

From afar, he glanced at Baron for a moment. In front of him is another white plate.

He said to his grandmother as if this situation was familiar.

“Thank you.”

“You speak Korean well. I didn’t eat much there. Tell me if it’s not enough.”

I accept my grandmother’s kind discrimination without saying anything. I heard that the word “poor country” is far away. It was from my grandmother’s mouth. Baron said before he opened his mouth.

“I’m used to it. It’s good to eat a lot. ”

He glanced at me quietly and said,

“That’s not a good lie. ”

Baron smiles as if he had no choice.

“Honestly, no matter how many times I hold it, I don’t like it. You got it?”

“That way I can complain along the way. ”

Baron and Hoho raised their chopsticks.

“So what? ”

“Huh?”

He ate curry out of his lunch and asked Seogwang. He’s been out of his mind lately. He was the one who didn’t get caught reading books secretly in class, but nowadays he doesn’t even read books and listens to teachers. He was dozing off in the back seat, so I heard him yell at me several times.

When you get a break, look far away, and if you’re careless, you get bruised. Something must have happened.

Moreover, he was the only one who had not yet determined a competition to leave the gate.

He rubbed his tired eyes slightly.

“Who set your book on fire? ”

“Put it away because I don’t want to imagine such a horrible thing. ”

“Then what is it? Why are you so distracted? What’s going on at home? ”

“No, it’s not like that. ”

He drags the horse long.

“Did you have an accident? ”

“No.”

“You need money. ”

“I’d like that. ”

“Did you eat heat? ”

“Healthy.”

Seogwang makes rice with chopsticks.

It’s hard to say. Then we’d better stop here.

“If anything goes wrong, embroidery is the best. ”

Finally, he added that he focused on eating. If there was something wrong, it was good for everyone to talk without grunting.

Did you steal something? As he advised, he shook his head. He doesn’t have the guts. It was a western corner that looked like it was the best safe place to be.

He thought, eating another mouthful of curry. But these days, red ginseng, Seogwang, and the surroundings are a mess. He reminded me of what he said about himself as a literary girl.

He stopped thinking about curry.

“Literature girl.”

“Huh?”

He slowly raised his head.

And I calmly chewed the rice balls in my mouth. You can see Seogwang grinding at Bob with a confused face.

I cleared my head.

The person who first introduced himself to the existence of red ginseng was a sloth. Red ginseng did not post for a month. I thought of a strange time in the West. About a month ago.

He slowly raises his mouth.

Critically, red ginseng and Seogwang are the ideal literary girls.

“You must be Red Cedar. ”

Seogwang remained stiff. And after a while.

“Yes.”

He turned himself in.

He pulled out the spoon buried in the curry.

“Let’s eat first. ”

“· · · · · · · Yes. ”

During the whole meal, there was no conversation between him and Seogwang.

The two of them sat on a bench in the corner of the playground drinking apple juice from the lunch. The guys who came out of the lunch were wandering around. He asked Seongwang, who was silent.

“Mr. Hong Sam.”

“Yes.”

Seogwang answered politely. In fact, hiding the fact that he is red ginseng is not a big problem. You don’t have to tell your friends everything.

“So what do you do for a living? ”

“Hey, don’t do that. ”

Seogwang smiled awkwardly and said in a somewhat stiff tone. He is so nervous because red ginseng is acting as an ‘adult’ on his blog.

“I thought you were a real company. ”

“I have a father model nearby. ”

“You did your research, didn’t you? Why don’t you write a novel? She’s talented.”

Seongwang smiled as if he was joking. He had no intention of blaming him. I just wondered why he had to grow up.

After he was silent for a while, Seongwang suddenly began to make excuses.

“I started my blog in middle school. That’s when I knew age could be a weakness. They ignored it as a book read by a middle school student. Wrap it up in a book.”

I was angry, Seogwang said. I was angry, but there was nothing I could do.

“I had one question after I lost my temper. How can they be so brave? How could he throw stones so bravely? The answer wasn’t hard. Anonymity. The result is exactly what you see. The birth of a popular blogger. It was bitter, but it worked, so I didn’t stop. ”

His bold tone gives you a glimpse of anger.

He asked, listening quietly.

“What does red ginseng mean? ”

“I saw my father drinking red ginseng. It looked like the symbol of a tired adult. ”

At that age, you will eat anything that is good for your body. He remembered his father who had never seen his face.

He had an obligation to be healthy. It’s my duty to lose to my back. Some people are worried if you go first.

After looking at the playground for a while, he put the most curious questions in his mouth.

“Why haven’t you written in a month? ”

Had it not been for this matter, he would not have known he was red ginseng. He would sometimes leave good comments, like ginseng or red ginseng, and take care of him as he wished.

But he seemed troubled. I looked troubled and didn’t look happy anymore.

So I talked to him.

“Well.”

Seogwang hesitates. He adds.

“If you don’t want to talk, I won’t ask again. Think about it. Can you handle this on your own? ”

Her eyes turned up and down again. I’m busy moving and thinking. Then I opened my mouth.

“I think I’m in love. ”

Love.

He slowly blinked his eyes.

“You’re not confessing to me, are you? ”

“Crazy bastard.”

He laughed loudly. The word “love” came from him so purely.

“Good times. ”

I’m glad it wasn’t a big accident. He grinned as much as he could.

“You’re not a book person, are you? ”

“No!”

Seogwang reacted violently.

After school, he went home with Seogwang. It was by a fierce invitation from the West. At the end of the long stretch of furniture, there was a subway station. His house was on the corner of one of the ranges there. One floor had a small neighborhood bookstore.

While looking over the building, Seogwang said.

“Let’s go inside.”

He leans against the transparent door on the first floor.

“First floor? ”

“Yes, it’s our shop. ”

There was a reason why he liked books. I never thought you were the son of a bookstore. It really matched the family.

I followed him inside and noticed a small falcon. On top of that were books, and on top of that were handwritten references.

Inside, there was a register, which was closer to a cafe than a bookstore. There was a drink and dessert menu and there was a slight back room to cook it.

“I sell alcohol at night. I have a lot of guests reading books over drinks. ”

“Have you had a drink? ”

“I tried, but all I got was a sip. Wait until you’re an adult. ”

Seogwang said in a sad tone. Cafes, bars, and bookstores in the neighborhood survive.

The lady with the gracious impression standing in front of the register smiled at Australia and Seogwang.

“Are you a friend? ”

“Yes, Joo-ho. ”

When Seogwang introduced her name, her eyes widened.

“Oh my, are you Master Ho? Hi, I’m Seogwang-yi’s mom. ”

“Hello.”

The lady smiled brightly as she bowed and greeted me. A slightly mischievous smile resembled that of Seogwang.

“I’ve heard a lot about you. Aren’t you tired of playing with your son? ”