Novelist Running Through Time - Chapter 215



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The Novelist Who Leapt Through Time Episode 215

‘Such light… !’

The word – came out without thinking, but I didn’t continue talking after that.

Because I didn’t know either. What should I say after this?

I can’t allow this kind of casual love until I get dirt in my eyes?

This is nonsense.

First of all, strictly speaking, I am a person who may already have dirt in my eyes, and more importantly, I am not the father-in-law of Ahn Joo-hee and Moon Ji-seop.

Even with Moon Ji-seop, it’s unclear whether they’re family or not…

– The brothers and sisters of our Saebit Spring Orphanage are all reborn as one family in the arms of the same Lord…

– mind! Brother kid!

Since Director Moon Chung-jae and Ma Ki-hoon (not from Busan) defended him passionately in my heart, I decided to regard Moon Ji-seop as a brother.

But even if I am Moon Ji-seop’s brother, can I be personally involved in Moon Ji-seop’s love affairs?

-If you say that, that’s not true either.

Joo-hee Ahn and Ji-seop Moon, Ji-seop Moon and Joo-hee Ahn.

Although these two people are standing side by side in front of me like a couple who just happened to catch the mood and need permission to get married, when you think about it, I really am nothing.

So what is the meaning of the words that come out of my mouth?

After thinking for a while, I realized.

‘Such light… What is the sentence that follows the word ‘!’

I am…

This ‘light’ form of love could not be accepted as love.

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Looking back, Yuna and I were not a romantic couple who fell in love at first sight.

Rather, if I look back on our first meeting…

It was close to minus.

– What does this mean now?

– The main character is said to be overly emotional.

– Correct your settings! The writing style is like a web novel.

– Are you ignoring web novels now?

A cilantro recognizes a cilantro, and as soon as we met at Baekiljang, we had a fierce fight.

As a devout (not) Christian, I was prepared to turn the right cheek if I was hit on the left cheek, but I couldn’t bear to be hit in writing instead of on the cheek.

That was the same for Gu Yuna, and that’s how we became rivals.

And three years passed.

Yuna and I went from rivals to friends, and from friends to lovers.

Three years of childhood is not a short time.

If we had been at the same school for 3 years, it would have been like attending middle school together.

So, even though we behaved like ‘young guys get on top of things’, we never built a relationship that was careless.

Therefore, I also have no intention of saying that young people are angry at Ahn Joo-hee and Moon Ji-seop.

However, it seems like it wasn’t careful.

“How much do you say you know about each other?”

After calmly organizing my thoughts, I expressed my concerns.

But Ahn Joo-hee frowned, and even Moon Ji-seop said, ‘Oh, this is a bit…’ ‘He makes an expression like ‘

No, when an adult speaks, you should listen carefully!

“I’m not saying you should break up right away, but if you’re going to date, you need to take the time to get to know each other a little more before making a decision… ”

“Dentures confiscated for 2 weeks.”

“… !!!”

The harsh words hurled by Ahn Joo-hee became a sharp dagger and pierced my heart.

Dentures, 2 weeks, confiscated.

It was a truly hideous combination of words.

My God, how did kids these days become so decadent?

I felt the shock of my dentures, which I didn’t even have, being confiscated for about two weeks and became frozen like ice.

Then, Ahn Joo-hee snorted, ‘Hmph!’ and ran away while holding her boyfriend’s hand.

The indecisive (or sly) Ji-seop Moon was dragged away with an ‘uh-uh’ look on his face as if he didn’t know anything.

So, the only people left in the classroom were me, who couldn’t escape the shock and froze like a pumice stone, and Min Hyo-chan, who continued to have fun chewing the cheap candy sold at the school cafeteria like popcorn.

As I come out of the shock, I automatically sigh.

“ha… … ”

And the ominous thoughts that naturally follow.

‘If Ahn Joo-hee’s parents find out about this… … ‘

* * *

Dating between a daycare student and a non-daycare student rarely ends well.

It’s not something I know because I’ve experienced it, but it’s a proverb that’s been passed down from generation to generation at Saebit Spring Orphanage.

Think about it, how many orphanage students have had their hearts broken by romantic relationships with non-nursery students?

If you date a girl who gets 50,000 won a week in pocket money and a girl who gets 5,000 won a month, you have to buy all the drinks at the cafe, buy all the movie tickets, pay for the food, pay for the PC room, and if you can’t do it, you’ll beep – your balance is not enough – and it’ll pop up. You will also need to take a bus card instead.

It’s a relationship that can’t be achieved without becoming quite a face.

In other words, even A-level orphanage students who have the face to date non-daycare students have to stick a straw down their lover’s spine when it comes to dating.

Even so far, only financial aspects have been mentioned, and social awareness has not even been mentioned.

It can’t end well.

Of course, if you ask me why I did it even though I knew it would end badly, all I can say is ‘Because it’s love’…

In any case, it seems that Moon Ji-seop will have no choice but to be dealt with according to the ‘precepts’ of the Saebit Spring Orphanage.

Anyway, we decided to call Professor Ma Ki-hoon and Teacher Bang Jeong-ah to ‘deal with it’ in the near future…

Like the selfish, narrow-minded, and knowledgeable writer I am, I went back to doing my job.

It means writing.

Ironically, Ahn Joo-hee showed me a more novel form of love than Koo Yu-bin, Park Chang-woon, and Koo Hak-jun.

As of today, it can be said that Ahn Joo-hee has risen to the same level as famous great writers.

The inspiration she showed me…

Infinitely light love!

Even if I tried not to be surprised by the love that was lighter than a feather, I couldn’t.

No, even thinking about it again, I still don’t understand.

why… ?

How can I feel love when we’ve only known each other for less than half a year? ?

Am I weird… ? I really…

frame…

frame… …

Is that so… ?

* * *

“What’s strange about that?”

Kim Byeol’s expression, as if she was seeing all kinds of strange people, made me even more impatient.

I asked in a urging tone.

“That’s not strange?”

“Usually, when a new semester starts, couples start appearing one after another in less than a week, but half a year is enough.”

“… !”

one week!

I heard shocking words that made me want to wash my ears.

You meet a stranger and become friendly after a week?

I thought it wasn’t a person anymore.

It was an animal, an animal!

“How can people date in just a week! Not even the animal kingdom!”

“That could be true, why are you angry?”

Kim Byul opened her eyes and looked down on me.

“Hmm~ You really don’t know anything?”

“What don’t you know?”

“Now I feel a bit like a ‘younger brother.’ “Try it, sister~”

Even if I seared the raw meat with a hot iron and cooked it, the sound of noona was not going to come out of my mouth.

As I kept my mouth shut and held on, Kim Byeol’s face showed curiosity as if something was strange.

“But do you really not know? “How do kids these days date?”

“that… … ”

Actually, I don’t know.

Because I too have been through middle and high school.

The people around me who I met at school also used to change partners every few days a week.

However, they change their school uniforms, hide cigarettes in apartment fire hydrants, have drinking parties in the dormitory without the teachers knowing, skip school to go to the sauna and have fun, and take money from easy-going kids and beat them up…

“… … ”

Anyway, that was it.

Anyway, the ‘peers’ I encountered throughout my school days were not all normal, so I was a bit ignorant of the school life of normal teenagers.

It is a secret why I was surrounded by gangsters throughout my school life.

And it’s also a secret why I never interacted with normal peers… …

“Anyway, these days… these days… that… young… No, little… ?”

“MZ.”

“That’s how MGs date these days… ”

I made a strange expression, like a member of the older generation who belatedly noticed the ‘newspaper material’ that children enjoy these days.

And Kim Byeol looked at me with a strange, somewhat pitiful expression.

“Well, I spent my entire school life writing, so it’s no wonder I don’t have any friends… ”

“… “I have a lot of friends.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll be your friend…” ”

“… … ”

* * *

Kim Byeol, who had been teasing me by spinning around and paying attention to the chair I was sitting on, headed to the filming set at the call of the staff.

And then I stood in front of the camera and started acting out love.

It is a form of love designed by Im Song-i, Gu Yu-na, and Ahn Joo-hee.

– What else should I do here?

– You’ll do it?

– okay!

Writers’ love is a love for sales.

It is packaged in a provocative way to capture the viewer’s attention, and should be as flawless and natural as possible to avoid crowding the service center with the truth.

Therefore, the love in the script goes through the process of germination, growth, and harvest.

A female student running with a piece of bread in her mouth bumps into a male student as she turns a corner, and after showing off her temper for once, she goes to school and when she hears the news that there is a transfer student, she meets his face and says, ‘You’re that cheap guy back then!’, ‘Are you that Wang Jae-su back then?’

It was the love in the script that was achieved through all these procedures and laws.

However, as the number of customers who criticize even this as being cliché has increased, the writers’ concerns must have deepened…

Therefore, the form of love that the three people designed together was novel, unique, and at the same time creaky.

You can’t kill two birds with one stone. Novelty and stability are not rabbits that can be caught at the same time.

The three people’s script was fun and novel, but there was also something that seemed unsettling.

But now that it’s in the hands of actors…

– I never said I would take it.

– what?

– I’m curious. Why are you looking at me so arrogantly?

It’s admirable.

Actors are refining the story with tools that don’t exist in the script.

Gestures, eyes, tone of voice, facial expressions, voice…

Tools in areas that artists cannot design process the form of love.

The love that was completed on set was a much more beautiful thing than the love written in the script.

So I think it will sell very well –

I thought so…

“Isn’t this a ratings joke?”

“What if I’m already nervous? “Good luck.”

“No, it feels good.”

The staff seemed to do the same, grinning and a pounding sound was heard.

The PD’s expression is not dark either. There seems to be a glimmer of wealth and fame that can be earned by selling love.

But I couldn’t laugh.

A brief realization crossed my mind that the weeks of being on and off the set and annoying the people around me were finally working.

‘True love is not for sale.’

Novelists are also scholars who study literature.

And the topics I studied as a scholar were love depicted in mass media, popular love, universal love, love in popular songs, love in novels…

I didn’t understand the abstract concept to the point where I couldn’t describe it clearly.

However, there is a critical difference between the fictional love that captivates people and the real love that people feel.

I think I finally realized that.

Fictional love is love for show.

In order to get a response from the public, they have a beautiful, natural, and shiny appearance.

Many scholars describe that love, and many poets sing about that love.

On the other hand,

Real love belongs to Ahn Joo-hee and Moon Ji-seop…

Something that suddenly comes one day, without any reason or probability.

Even if the end is a catastrophe, and even if we both know that, we cover our ears and run away screaming…

Even when others point their fingers at you, you grit your teeth and protect yourself, but when you actually lift the veil, there is nothing much…

Such an obscene appearance…

I thought it was a love I could not protect.

* * *

“It was the responsibility of those who could obtain land to be able to remember someone in front of a tombstone.”

“The man stood in the narrow hallway of the crowded charnel house and looked at the outside of the closet, which probably contained bone dust.”

“A cross made of flowers, a photo with worn edges, and three names written in Chinese characters. The man’s memories went beyond that.”