Novelist Running Through Time - Chapter 192



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The Novelist Who Leapt Through Time Episode 192

“It was quite an unpleasant thing to meet again a man I had sex with sixteen years ago. Especially if the fruit of that sexual relationship would have irreparably ruined his life.

Of course, Minha did not agree with the opinions of adults who criticized her premarital pregnancy and abortion. The stoning from relatives and church elders did nothing more than relieve stress.

If you think about it, Minha didn’t do anything wrong to them. Minha did not extort their property or slap them.

However, they inflicted excessive social violence on Min-ha, who held her bulging belly, and her tearful parents.

They scold you behind your back, make tongue-in-cheek noises, force you to transfer schools, and yell at you to educate your children properly… .

What is the basis for all these events?

Christian ethics and Confucian ethics, that is, social order.

People around Minha acted as if they had been given the right to judge Minha just because they existed in the same community as Minha.

Such judgment was essentially no different from the tsk-tut sarcasm seen while watching passing news. The weight contained in the words was lighter than a feather.

In the midst of endless and mild harassment from unqualified judges, Minha realized that her actions could not be dismissed as ‘sins’.

This should have been called an ‘ordeal’ or an ‘ordeal’.

Therefore, there is no need for Minha to be ashamed of anything. Because trials were not something to be ashamed of, they were something to overcome.

However, Minha has not met Jeongwook for sixteen years. Just thinking about the man who created the ‘abortion’ incident with her made her feel numb, as if she had committed some great sin.

This moral confusion always existed in Minha’s mind.

And the existence of the ‘baby’ that suddenly invaded daily life was like a judge who put an end to this moral confusion.

This judge was harmed by Minha and was therefore qualified to judge Minha, and at the same time, he was evidence of divine moral norms, including the soul.

Minha has been suffering from trial for the past sixteen years. Even if the outcome of this trial ended in his conviction, the end of the trial itself had meaning.

Sixteen years was too long a time to live in chaos.

Therefore, Minha took on the final struggle to prove that the ‘baby’ was not her mental derangement.

At the entrance to the restaurant, I saw Jeongwook wearing a beige coat entering.

Although it had been a long time since we had seen each other, I could not help but recognize him. Because I could see the face of a sixteen-year-old boy in the face of a thirty-two-year-old man.

Likewise, Jeong-wook, who must have seen the face of a sixteen-year-old girl in Min-ha’s face, approached her with a strange smile and sat down with her.

“long time no see. “Jungwook.”

Jeongwook said.

“It’s Seongwook. My Name.”

Minha looked at Seongwook without saying a word.

“Oh, did you?”

“okay. long time no see.”

“huh. long time no see. So much so that I even forgot the name… .”

Although Minha said these words quite seriously, Seongwook laughed for a while after hearing those words.

“It’s still the same. “Minha you.”

Minha was no longer a shy 16-year-old girl, but a 32-year-old member of society who knew how to say something that roughly suited the mood for a couple of hours even when she had nothing to say.

Therefore, the reason Minha was silent for a moment was not because he was shy, but because he hesitated.

“me. “What kind of kid do you see these days?”

“… … .”

“I’m not sure because my face is crushed… “It seems like our child.”

Minha thought for a moment how scary it would be for a man if his ex-girlfriend, with whom he broke up on bad terms sixteen years ago, suddenly came and said something like this.

However, Minha no longer had the luxury of being considerate of the other party’s circumstances. Because the baby was still sitting on the corner of the dining room table, staring at him blankly.

Minha asked with earnestness.

“Can you see it too?”

Seongwook looked puzzled for a while after hearing that question,

He answered like this:

“huh.””

EP 11 – All kinds of things

“ruler! At this time!”

Park Chang-woon hits the gyotak! I hit it.

And he shouted in a tone like a famous TV show host.

“Is it true that Seongwook said he saw a baby, or was it just a lie?”

Gu Yuna asked back with a serious expression.

“What does guraping mean?”

“… … “Are you lying?”

“That would be a lie.”

As soon as the communication error regarding the use of a new word by active Battleground user Park Chang-woon (who has two grandchildren) was cleared up, Gu Yu-na continued her argument without hesitation.

“From the moment the ‘baby’ was used as a metaphor for the protagonist’s trauma, the baby was a fantasy. So Seongwook also lied.”

“What if not? What if the baby is really a real soul, and Seongwook and Geumma can also see the baby?”

“Then the novel breaks away from humanism and becomes a Christian novel that gives the lesson ‘Do not have an abortion.’ “It is unlikely that writers would have returned to the literary trends of hundreds of years ago.”

“What if that’s true? What if it is true that Moon In-seop, a devout believer at a Christian mission school, took inspiration from Millet’s ‘The Last Bell’ and wrote a human drama that reminds us of the preciousness of life?”

“It could be interpreted that way. Not really. “The baby is merely an ordeal that the main character must overcome, and the core of the story is not the baby but the internal flow of the main character.”

“Is that really the case?”

Even through the white Taoist beard that covered Park Chang-woon’s chin, his sly smile was clearly visible.

It seemed as if blood was bubbling out from Gu Yuna’s expressionless forehead.

Gu Yuna glared at Park Chang-woon and answered positively.

“I’m right.”

Unlike ordinary people who heard this and simply thought that Gu Yuna was a stubborn child, Park Chang-woon, who knew how to read the omitted afterword, ‘I know the novels of writers best’, began to find it more and more interesting.

“okay?”

Park Chang-woon laughed evilly, saying, ‘Let’s take a look at our cards,’ like the main villain in a famous Hwatu movie.

“where… “If you ask the writer, you’ll know.”

Park Chang-woon’s evil hand was directed to the writer.

Wrinkled, bony, twig-like fingers grabbed hold of the writer’s head.

“Now, answer me! “Who is right?”

Park Chang-woon’s terrifying gaze and Gu Yu-na’s persistent gaze fell on the writer.

Then, the writer removed Park Chang-woon’s fingers that were holding his head one by one and swept them away.

And said.

“to be honest… Discussing a novel that hasn’t even been completed yet… “I think it’s a little gross.”

“… … .”

“… … .”

“What can I say, I’m like a lumpen who can’t even enjoy reading good poetry, and is obsessed with every single word, fighting over what this means and what that means.”

“… … .”

“… … .”

“It’s a bit creepy even from the writer’s perspective… Anyway, I hope you look at literature with a more open perspective. To be honest, I wrote it to confuse people on purpose, but you can’t say this is right and that is wrong. Actually, both are correct, it’s just… .”

“… … .”

“… … .”

Since ancient times, it has been said that ‘resurrection’ is something that should never be done at a funeral.

This is because if a corpse suddenly comes back to life, both the bereaved family and mourners are in trouble in many ways.

In the same context, the thing you should never say in a book discussion is ‘both are correct.’

The writer brought out a terrible forbidden secret and shook off the souls of the two literature students who were exhausted from the long reading discussion.

Park Chang-woon, who was hurt, made a scary expression and spewed out a threat, saying, ‘You are a creature that should not exist,’ but the writer quickly packed his bags.

“Ah, club time is over. “I’ll just go.”

“You, you bastard… !”

And then it jumped out quickly.

As soon as I ran into the hallway, I heard Park Chang-woon’s roar filled with anger from inside the classroom.

The writer did not show any signs of surprise and ran away at a brisk pace, holding his laptop bag in his arms.

But the writer’s heart was pounding.

“Phew… … .”

Just now, it was truly a close call.

If those two people had accessed the truth of ‘all things’, it would have been truly embarrassing in many ways… .

* * *

The club activities at Baekhak Arts High School are quite long.

It usually ends in the late afternoon, and some clubs remain in the classroom until late at night and continue their activities.

Therefore, when An Ju-hee went home from school, the sky was already sparkling with a scarlet sunset, coloring the world a quiet red.

Such a sunset was so beautiful that it could not be easily described in photos or paintings, but since we see it every day, it is difficult to easily notice its beauty.

Ahn Joo-hee also didn’t notice the beauty, and was thinking about something else as she walked along the sunset roadside with a bag on her back.

‘What’s this!’

Ahn Joo-hee’s lips were protruding.

The long-awaited club activity time was the worst.

Of course, it’s because of ‘that guy’.

Joo-hee Ahn recalled the moment when her book report was cruelly ‘slaughtered’.

‘Ugh… !’

A dizzying headache came along with a breaking noise.

This was the first time in my life that I was shattered so cruelly (in a book discussion).

Gu Yu-na did not hesitate to criticize An Joo-hee, calling her a bitch who couldn’t even understand the theme (of the novel), and in the end, she even shot a dagger by saying that (the book review) was completely ruined.

My heart has truly become a complete mess… .

The time of this book report presentation was not a time for healthy exchange of opinions, but a time of brutal slaughter and massacre.

I am not disappointed because the carnage and massacre occurred. Normally, you can’t help but see blood during book discussions. That is the ‘common sense’ of all literature students.

What made An Joo-hee disappointed was that the person responsible for the brutal massacre was not her, but Gu Yu-na.

And that forced me to realize the literary gap between Gu Yuna and myself… .

“ha… .”

In the meantime, Ahn Joo-hee thought of Gu Yu-na as a rival. Although she is a writer and a presence on TV, Gu Yuna is often encountered in the contest, and her odds of winning are around 20%.

But today, when we faced each other head-on, the difference in level was so clear that there was no disagreement.

Gu Yu-na was superior to Ahn Ju-hee as a student of literature.

One way or another, Ahn Joo-hee was a student of literature with outstanding qualifications. Her outstanding vision objectively captured the gap between herself and her former Yuna.

Therefore, the frustration that An Joo-hee felt was also objective and specific.

In that specific pain, Joohee Ahn felt the urge to escape from Baekhak Arts High School.

“Should I transfer to another school…?” .”

Ansan, Gyeonggi-do Joo-hee Ahn lives in Ansan, Gyeonggi-do. It is very difficult and tiring for her to commute from Ansan to Seoul.

The reason why Ahn Joo-hee, a first-year high school student, took the subway for hours every day, and the reason she went to Baekhak Arts High School despite knowing she had to do so, was because she was a writer.

As a literature student, it was a dream I could never miss, living with a world-famous novelist even though I was only a student.

However, instead of being a writer, he has become a miscellaneous worker in a manger or Zen, so his passion for literature seems to have cooled down.

‘Why on earth am I doing this?… ?’

‘What is a dream? ?’

‘What is literature? ?’

With that in mind, Ahn Joo-hee hurried to the boring subway station.

In her field of vision, she saw a boy walking shakily, covered in a blanket.

‘huh?’

He is a writer.

The writer staggered down the street, carrying his laptop bag in his arms, and soon collapsed on a park bench.

Ahn Joo-hee approached there as if fascinated.

The writer is still sitting on the park bench. She shoos away the pigeons that come at her feet, and then falls down on the bench and lies on her side.

Then, as I was enjoying the warm sunset, I noticed a lit cigarette butt rolling on the floor, and my eyes widened like a drug addict… .

“Seup… ! Write… !”

“What are you doing?”

In response to Ahn Joo-hee’s quietly approaching question, the writer dropped the cigarette butt he was holding.

“ah.”

Joo-hee Ahn witnessed the unprecedented genius novelist who had been nominated for the Booker International and won the Hugo Award in the feature category, frozen like a stone statue.

“Ahahaha!”

Rather than a sneer, Ahn Joo-hee gave a cheerful smile that meant something like, “You, too, have some shortcomings since you are human.”

Then,

I took out a square box from my inner pocket.

It’s a cigarette.

“Do you by any chance need this?”

The writer, frozen like a stone statue, flinched! And her body trembled.

At that obvious response, Ahn Joo-hee smiled brighter than ever.

“Well, I’ll give it to you if you eat dinner with me.”

The writer looked at the cigarette and Ahn Joo-hee’s face alternately, then sighed and answered.

“… … “Smoking is okay, let’s eat.”

“good!”