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Episode 161: Breakfast at Hermit Crab (4)

“Blood Writer. Are you nervous?”

when i ask

"no. just… It’s a little strange.”

Pi Hyeon-deuk scratched his cheek and answered. It seems that he doesn't feel like he is receiving the Grand Prize for the Top Literary Award today.

Well, not so long ago, I was interviewing an instructor at an academy, so it was enough to put on a face like that.

Because he is still more familiar with the name of the teacher than the name of a writer.

However.

“You will have to get used to it now.”

Because from now on, the prizes he will receive will be bigger and heavier than the normal literary prizes.

However?

As soon as we entered the awards hall.

“A writer Pi Hyeon-deuk?”

Someone called Hyeondeuk Pi's name.

Let's turn our heads slightly.

“You’re the one who wrote

Three people who looked older than the vice president were approaching us with friendly smiles.

I looked at him, wondering if it was someone Pi Hyeon-deuk knew. The form with his eyes wide open and shaking his head seemed to be people he did not know at all.

at that time.

"Ah!"

Bong-soon Oh, who was next to him, made an expression that he remembered something.

even.

“The person speaking now is writer Shin Kyung-seung, and the people next to him are writers Park Bong-shin and Lee Wi-chae.”

He said in a low voice that only me and Pi Hyeon-deuk could hear.

OK.

"Ah… .”

Pi Hyeon-deuk let out a short exclamation.

Although their faces were unfamiliar, their names themselves were not so unfamiliar.

‘Because they are names that come up in the test passages.’

“No, but why are they?”

Pi Hyeon-deuk asked Bong-soon Oh in a low voice.

But.

“Blood writer. Put your soul down.”

The answer came from the wrong place.

The person who answered was Shin Seung-seung. He was the party to the bloody question.

Pi Hyeon-deuk looked at Shin Kyung-seung with a very bewildered expression, probably because the person in question did not know how to respond.

"Yes? whatever i did wrong... ?”

Maybe it's because Shin Kyung-seung's name is quite heavy. Hyeondeuk's voice was a little shaky.

‘Because it’s almost like a boss mob appeared in the tutorial.’

Then Shin Kyung-seung, who looked at him, opened his mouth with a smile as if he was having fun.

“No, this man. How can I write something like this for fun? There's nothing to do other than judge this, so I'm sorry to the other writers, and I was scolded."Well… Well, it seems like he was trying to make a joke in his own way... … .

“… haha… That's right... .”

“… … haha."

It didn't seem to have much effect.

Shin Kyung-seung smiled as if he had realized that, and looked at me for not accepting his joke.

“But what about this one?”

It was as if he were asking, 'Who are you and you don't even laugh?'

I smiled softly and opened my mouth.

"nice to see you. My name is Junyoung Kim, the representative of the Hermit Crab Art Center.”

OK.

“The Hermit Crab Art Center?”

Shin Kyung-seung tilted his head as if it was the first name he had ever heard.

Well, it's been a month since the Hermit Crab Art Center opened. Since there was only one writer affiliated with it, it would have been strange if he said he knew.

“This is the creative space that writer P belongs to. They just opened, so you probably don’t know.”

Let me calmly introduce the Hermit Crab Art Center. Shin Kyung-seung looked at me with a slightly surprised expression.

It was as if I never thought that I would become a ‘representative’ each.

"Ah… That's right. But um... Representative Kim. I wish the writers could have an honest conversation with each other, would it be okay?”

Maybe that's why Shin Seung-seung's attitude had become a little more polite.

‘Hmm, by the way, let’s talk for a moment… As long as it's okay with you, it doesn't matter?'

Let's look at Pi Hyeon-deuk to see his intentions. The figure of Hyeon-deuk Pi with her eyes twinkling while looking at the writers caught my eye. No matter how you look at it, he was looking forward to a conversation with the writers.

In fact, the three people in front of us now have been working as writers since the time Pi Hyeon-deuk was born.

From his point of view, it would be like a boy dreaming of becoming a guitarist meeting Jimi Hendrix.

Besides, as far as I know, these are… Those who are close to the center of paragraph power, leading the flow within the paragraph.

So, with writers in their position, there was nothing wrong with Pi Hyeon-deuk's friendship.

‘Because they are the people who judge the work.’

After thinking about it, I nodded and opened my mouth.

“That’s right. There is still some time left until the awards ceremony.”

OK.

"thank you. Then we’ll talk for a bit, so we’re taking a break.”

Shin Kyung-seung takes Pi Hyeon-deuk to one side of the awards ceremony.

However?

Has it been about twenty minutes? I felt something strange.

“Blood writer. Isn't it difficult to write by yourself? There is a place I know well, can you introduce me to it?”

For a while, there seemed to be quite a bit of talk about literature and art like that, but after Shin Kyung-seung brought up the story of the creative space to which he and his students belong, the story of literature and art quickly turned to the background. I was thrown away

After that, all that's left is

“Take a look. I know where the writer Ko was talking about, but it’s a really good place.”

“It’s a good opportunity, Writer Blood. Opportunities like this are really rare. It seems that Writer Ko really liked Writer P.”

It was only an outright consolation for Pi Hyeon-deuk.

‘Now that these nobles see… .'

It was only then that he seemed to understand why they approached Pi Hyeon-deuk.

After all, if you are a writer with a good eye, it would be natural to read a novel by Pi Hyeon-deuk and go 'fly'.

However.

'I'm not sure if that will work.'

In fact, there was not much support that individuals, universities, and local governments could provide. Perhaps at least to the extent of supporting a creative space or a creative subsidy?

Of course, that alone may appeal to young artists struggling to make a living, but it could not be said to be an attractive proposal for Pi Hyeon-deuk, who has already experienced the care of the Hermit Crab Art Center.

‘I even had that in mind in the first place.’

so.

“Thank you, but… The place I am now is too much for me.”

Pi Hyeon-deuk has no choice but to reject their proposal without hesitation.

"why not? Does the writer only need to come with a real body? It’s a place where other writers can’t even if they want to, huh.”

“Blood writer. It's not just facilities. If Writer P is OK, he introduces people to people who will help Writer P... ”

The three people, a little embarrassed by the unexpected response of Hyun-deuk, try hard to change Pi’s heart.

"Fine. I am satisfied with where I am now.”

Pi Hyeon-deuk's heart was as hard as a sergeant in his later years, one day before his discharge.

‘I’m all in front of my nose, so would you like to apply for a non-commissioned officer?’

Let's not shake Pi Hyeon-deuk despite the continuous conciliation.

“Blood writer. think carefully. Isn't the writer's life going to be short?"

"okay. How many people get serious nose injuries while ignoring advice from adults? So stop being stubborn and listen to us.”

“No, everyone is saying that the writers are doing well. Why can't you understand what I'm saying?"

Now, he begins to secretly intimidate him.

'No, what are you doing when you're late at night?'

Although I had heard rumors that the writers' world was nothing like a "closed society," I did not know that those who heard the name "elder" would show their desires so blatantly.

‘No answer.’

However, it is difficult for Pi Hyeon-deuk to take care of the elders in the paragraph. It felt like I had no choice but to get up and deal with it.

‘Anyway, I’m a person who has taken a step back from the paragraph.’

That moment when I was just about to get up to bring Pi Hyeon-deuk.

“What are you doing while you’re still eating?”

A roar erupted.

Let's look at where the sound came from. There were writers who even knew their faces. Writer Park Yeon-seo, who is famous for his column of murderous villages, was looking at the three old-fashioned writers with an angry tiger-like expression.

Then, surprised by her writer Park Yeon-seo's negligence, her 3 writers looked at her with her blank expression and soon after.

“No, is writer Park crazy? Why are you suddenly screaming like a senile old man!”

He frowned and started complaining.

However.

“It is you, not me, who is senile. How can you be sixty and seventy years old and trying to eat a blue-eyed child on the back, huh?”

Writer Park Yeon-seo only growls without raising an eyebrow.

Then all the people in the awards ceremony looked at the three artists and started to gossip.

'what's the matter? what's the matter?'

‘The old people are trying to buy and hit, but writer Park must have intervened.’

'OMG? In addition? Oh my gosh, these yangbans have an accident like this every year, and more and more students are leaving as the days go by.’

Let the situation be like this

“No, what nonsense are you talking about?”

“Junghwan-ah, writer Park doesn’t seem to be feeling well, so please hurry up.”

“Heh heh, I’ve been through all sorts of things because of my real life.”

They also looked at the people around them as if they were trying to fix it somehow, shouting and claiming their innocence.However, most of the people in this place are people who make a living by one way or another. They were people who had seen the behavior of the three writers directly or indirectly, whether they liked it or not.

So the eyes of those who see them are also... … .

‘Ttttttt… Those yangbans are still doing that.’

‘I can’t give my dog ​​my habit.’

‘If I had written with such sincerity, I would have won a Nobel Prize or something.’

It had to be as cold as the perennial snow.

So for them.

“Writer Park. You made a huge mistake this time!”

I had no choice but to walk out of the awards ceremony with a red-hot face.

Soon after the trouble makers disappeared, peace came to the awards ceremony.

The people who were buzzing happily chatted as if they had ever been, and Pi Hyeon-deuk, who had a very bewildered expression on his face, also returned to where I was.

and not long after

“Now, let’s start the 2020 Summit Literary Award ceremony. Your guests... .”

A voice was heard announcing the start of the awards ceremony.

* * *

After a while.

“The Grand Prize of the 2020 Top Literary Award… Pi Hyeon-deuk!”

As soon as the host called Hyeon-deuk Pi's name, the people who participated in the awards ceremony began to applaud.

Then Pi Hyeon-deuk got up from his seat with an expression of excitement and went up on the stage.

he is thirty years old. A smile filled his face as he held the first object of his life, and he looked at me with eyes full of tears.

But then.

Tok tok-

Someone tapped my shoulder.

I glanced back.

“Did you say Kim Joon-young is the CEO?”

Writer Park Yeon-seo, who had been arguing with the three angry tiger writers earlier, was looking at me with a crafty smile, as if she had ever shown such a face.

"Yes, that's right. What's going on?”

“I heard a sneak peek earlier, but now the pizza family is staying at Kim’s company, right?”

“To be precise, the hermit crab art center provides a creative space.”

“Hmm, okay? So when can I visit you?”

As it turns out, she also seemed to have the same interest in Hyeon-deuk as the three of them earlier.

Well… After seeing the truth of the three writers earlier, I wanted to stay away from people who showed excessive interest in Pi Hyeon-deuk.

"of course. Any writer is welcome.”

For a writer like Park Yeon-seo, the slight discomfort was worth it.

This is because people's eyes on the hermit crab art center will be directed in a positive direction just by having someone with credibility like her come to the hermit crab art center first.

There… … .

‘Do you think you can catch fish in reverse?’

Of course, an old fish named Park Yeon-seo doesn't bite the hook easily, but... … ,

‘If there is a delicious bait, the story is different.’

I smiled and looked up at the podium. Then the bait you can't get without biting. It caught my eye that Pi Hyeon-deuk was expressing his feelings with a smiling expression as if crying.

I handed Park Yeon-seo her business card and opened her mouth.

“Please come visit us. You probably won't be disappointed.”

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