Novelist Running Through Time - Chapter 216



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The novelist who leapt through time, chapter 216

“Her appearance was like a winter tree. Her bare fingers were like slowly withering branches, and her lifeless skin was like dead leaves.

When I put my hand on the back of his hand, it felt as if snowflakes had fallen on it, and all of its shapes and even its scent seemed to be a metaphor for the end of a long season.

But her eyes were calm, as if she knew that winter was ending and spring was coming.

She told me.

“I’m sorry.”

“what.”

“All the desires I ever wished for you…”

That’s a lie.

Actually, she wasn’t that aloof.

EP 13-Chunbyeon Manhwa

“22 years old is too young to face death or accept death.

That doesn’t mean you can accept death when you’re 80, but why not?

Cancer is a misfortune that feels too early, even if it comes at age 40.

Needless to say, 22 years old.

This great misfortune came as suddenly as an everyday stroke of luck, like winning the lottery, applying for an apartment, or being accepted into a university, and it destroyed her spirit with a shock that seemed to completely change that happiness into despair and amplify it hundreds or thousands of times.

For young people, there were endless dreams and possibilities, and death destroyed the mystery of those great possibilities, burying humanity in ashes.

Therefore, the woman I met in the four-person room in the cancer ward of Bucheon St. Mary’s Hospital was not the woman I knew.

It was a fragment of humanity that had been crushed and trampled to a brutal degree by the force of misfortune.

I remember her crying, screaming, swearing, and eventually writhing in pain from the chemotherapy drugs, having lost all the energy to do so.

The words she poured out to me were also more like screams of resentment, fear, and a mad rage that she didn’t know who to blame and just threw at the world.

But her appearance as depicted at my fingertips was not like that.

She, in the A4-sized manuscript file, had a sorrowful beauty like the protagonist of The Last Leaf.

I manipulated her lips, who had never read a single poem in her life, to make emotional expressions like ‘all the desires I ever wanted from you’ come out.

I don’t even know what that means.

But I had a relatively good idea of ​​what readers in the 21st century were hoping to feel when they bought a paper book instead of subscribing to Netflix for 13,500 won.

That’s why I trim my love for her so beautifully.

First of all, shouldn’t the book sell?

The story I will write from now on will also be a mixture of parts that have been ‘appropriately’ processed for commercial purposes and parts that have not, but I do not feel any great regret about this.

Because the form of love is always changing.

To retrace the moment when I first realized that fact, I have to go back to when I first met her…」

* * *

“Star, crazy…”

“yes?”

“No, this guy is crazy, this guy…”

It wasn’t just a day or two that Director Lim Yang-wook of Baekhakmunko Publishing Management Headquarters referred to writers as “crazy guys.”

If you only look at this up to this point, it may seem like Im Yang-wook is a thug who brings in children from an orphanage and makes them earn money by verbally abusing them (this is partially true), but even writers would put aside their dignity as writers for a moment and use words like “cephalopod,” “takoyaki,” and “mandeulmandeul,” when arguments escalated, so the publishing company staff would often consider this to be Jagangducheon or Sam Sam.

However, it was not an ordinary thing for Lim Yang-wook, who always called writers ‘Writer Moon’ or ‘Writer Moon’ in places where there were no writers, to suddenly call him a ‘crazy guy’.

Team leader Kim Ga-ryung, who was Lim Yang-wook’s loyal right-hand man, henchman, and Chihuahua, represented the general opinion of the office staff and checked Lim Yang-wook’s mood.

“Did Writer Moon have an accident?”

“Huh? Why?”

“You suddenly started swearing…”

“I’m not crazy. Why would I suddenly start swearing at a writer?”

Kim Ga-ryung was a wise daughter, so she did not make the mistake of nodding her head thoughtlessly.

Im Yang-wook, although hairless, is not squinty-eyed, and he did not inherit the interest of the first king of Later Goguryeo, ‘Mind Player’ Gung-ssi, so he was unable to figure out Kim Ga-ryung’s disloyal intentions.

“Writer Moon sent me a new work, and he said this to the main character.”

“Oh, I see.”

Team Leader Kim Ga-ryong found out that Im Yang-wook was not that upset, so he was about to sneak under the desk again to play a mobile game when he suddenly realized something important.

“Is this a new product?!”

“Yeah. A new one has come out.”

Kim Ga-ryong smiled broadly and made a fuss, and Im Yang-wook also smiled broadly, showing off his smooth teeth.

As the scale of the publishing business grew, the percentage of literary figures in total sales decreased, but literary figures were still the golden pig of publishing books. (I am closer to anchovies.)

The core of Baekhakmunko, which had barely managed to establish a ‘Snow White System’, was the printed books, and therefore, for the sake of the president’s legitimacy or for Gao’s reputation, the printed books had to steadily increase sales.

Therefore, for employees who were suffering from sales pressure, the author’s book, which was guaranteed to be a bestseller, was a reliable card like a batter who would hit a double once he was on the mound.

However, since the batter frequently dislocated his shoulder, Kim Ga-ryung checked his condition first.

“Is it okay if I ask what the content is about…?”

“It’s the story of a novelist who tries to commercially package and publish his love story with his dead lover…”

Im Yang-wook said that was enough of an explanation and handed the manuscript over to me as if telling me to read it myself.

Kim Ga-ryung accepted the manuscript with a pounding heart.

And just as I was about to return to my seat and start reading-

“Director Lim! I heard that a new book by the writer has been released!”

“Yes, Team Leader Kim has it.”

“ah.”

He returned to work after having the manuscript stolen by Snow White.

* * *

Long ago, K, a girl who was an actress by profession, made a wish to a shooting star in the night sky with a pure and innocent heart without any evil intentions.

‘Please let me work with my friend…’

Then Starlight whispered in Kim Byeol’s ear in an ominous voice.

‘It was done…’

‘…!’

Starlight was a friend, but instead of being the boy the girl had hoped for, she threw two troubles at him.

This is why black magic cannot be cast by just anyone.

For this reason, Kim Byeol was filming with Guyuna and An Juhee, not with the writer.

“Hoo, hm, oh my… … ”

“… … ”

These girls were my friends, so I couldn’t return them, but it wasn’t all bad.

First of all, the fact that there were people on set that I could lean on, rather than having a business relationship, really helped me feel more stable.

It was much more comfortable to just sit around with friends I knew rather than wander around with a sheet of metal on my face among strangers during break time.

Above all, they were also peers (who looked at Kim Byeol with jealousy and did not pick a fight).

So, Kim Byeol was feeling quite comfortable living on set with Gu Yu-na and Ahn Joo-hee…

I wasn’t comfortable at all today.

It’s because of An Joo-hee.

“Hoo… Huh… Hmm…”

An Ju-hee was sitting around with Kim Byeol and Gu Yu-na, flipping through a stack of papers one by one, making all sorts of noises.

This is not a drama script.

It’s a new manuscript by a writer that only members of the ‘Popular Culture and Arts Research Club’ can receive!

Whenever a writer writes a new work, he would hand out a draft to the club and ask for feedback. This time, new club member An Ju-hee also received a draft.

Kim Byeol-do didn’t think it was strange up to that point. She just thought that since a guy with some knowledge of literature had come in, it would be helpful to the writer.

But I didn’t know that An Ju-hee would bring the manuscript to the filming set…

It seemed to be for reading, but Kim Byeol couldn’t shake off her uneasy feeling because of an ominous feeling.

‘No way… No way… ‘

That prediction was right.

Actor Bae Sung-won, who was wandering around nearby, approached the assistant writer who was repeating ‘Ohora, hmm, keume, kuluck, umm, hoo-oh’ in the corner of the filming set.

“Oh my, our youngest writer, what are you reading?”

“Ah…! This is it?! Ahem! It’s a new work by Munin!”

“Really? Can I read it too, sir?”

“Ah, this… It might get leaked, so don’t show it to anyone, so…”

“Oh my, haha, I see.”

“Yes…! I’m sorry!”

That’s right.

The reason why An Ju-hee brought the writer’s manuscript to the filming set…

That’s right, it was ‘pride’.

However, Bae Sung-won, who has experienced everything in the entertainment industry, cannot be unaware of such sentiments.

And the staff on set, who are at least 20 years older than the average person in the entertainment industry, although they may not have experienced all the ups and downs, could not possibly not know this.

The only person who didn’t know that Tina’s boast was being read by everyone around her and that everyone was looking at her as if she was cute was An Ju-hee, who had lost her sense of reason due to being so excited after getting her hands on the author’s manuscript.

‘Ugh…!’

And the shame is Kim Byeol’s.

Kim Byeol whispered to Guyuna, determined to do something before her hands and feet became wrung with shame.

“What should I do…? Should I tell him to put that thing away…?”

“Slurp,” replied Gu Yu-na, who was drinking from a canned drink with a straw.

“what.”

Kim Byeol gave a supplementary explanation for Gu Yu-na, who seemed to not know the situation very well.

“An Ju-hee, she’s bragging about receiving a manuscript from a literary person right now…”

“I know that.”

“… You know? Then you should stop me.”

“why?”

“… … !!!”

Kim Byeol felt as if her common sense and reason had been blown away to the other side of the universe.

‘Why?’ It was a shock brought by those two letters.

That’s right.

It’s not that Guyuna didn’t know the circumstances, but she knew and yet neglected An Juhee.

Even while watching a human personality slowly roll into the abyss of ruin, I have this pure question of not knowing why I should stop it…

‘I see… That’s what it was like…’

Kim Byeol felt like she had learned a little bit about the ‘existence’ of Gu Yu-na today.

What terrible darkness and abyss lurk beyond that cute leather…

What was the deep, dark trembling that the writer always tried to seal away?

“Come here.”

“…?”

Kim Byeol, who was emotionally hurt, consoled Gu Yu-na by putting her on her lap as if she were her love doll.

Hugging the warm Gu Yu-na, I feel like it’s okay as long as she looks cute.

Someone approached Kim Byeol, who was playing around with her friends.

“Hey, Mr. Byul, take this.”

“Ah! Thank you!”

Kim Byul’s male counterpart was handing out coffee to the staff on set, and then he also walked towards Kim Byul.

Kim Byeol, who had been holding Guyuna in her arms and was feeling relaxed, responded with a businesslike smile in an instant.

Kim Byeol, who had picked up Guyuna and placed her down next to her, made a dolphin-like snorting sound.

“Oh my- what is this?”

Kim Byeol also knew that this was coffee because she had two eyes.

However, it is a basic fact that when receiving a gift, you should praise the other person’s good deed.

Kim Byeol started working.

“Nothing else, just to cheer up everyone… Yes…”

“Thank you so much…! I will enjoy the meal…! Thank you…!”

“Yes, please take good care of me during the filming as well. Fighting!”

“Yes! Fighting!”

Kim Byeol finished her thanks to the other person by shrugging her elbows and saying, “Fighting!”

To this extent, he would have received a good reputation from the onlookers watching nearby.

Kim Byeol felt pretty good as she shared the coffee and snacks she had just received with An Ju-hee, who was frozen in place, and Gu Yu-na, who was just daydreaming.

‘It’s the basics…’

The ‘junior’ gives drinks and snacks to the ‘senior’… that’s the way of the gang.

So, even though the actor I was talking to earlier was older than Kim Byeol, he showed his respect in his own way.

Kim Byeol interpreted the other person’s kindness in that way.

At least that was the case in Kim Byeol’s grammar.

But the problem was that there were too many crazy people in the entertainment industry.

Kim Byeol realized that fact again when she saw the note stuck to the bottom of the coffee he had given her.

‘This is crazy…’

It was a phone number.