Hello, you came to pick me up
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A girl who suddenly fell into the Joseon Dynasty without even knowing her name.
Investigate the streets of Hanyang where mysterious incidents occur!
The 117th volume of the Consonant and Vowel Youth Literature series, “Hello, You’ve Come to Meet Me,” has been published.
"Hello, You've Come to Pick Me Up" is the first young adult novel by Park Sa-rang, who has been praised as "a writer who writes novels with a sharp perspective that only someone who has thought about life and stories can have," having published diverse novels such as "Screwbar" and "Contain the Universe."
Monday, period pain, gym, summer, heat, bugs.
I, a high school student, went to school as usual and listed the things I hated inside.
While waiting for the bus home, hoping that the annoying 'Monday Despair' would end soon, I suddenly find myself time-slipped to the Joseon Dynasty while picking up a name tag...
Investigate the streets of Hanyang where mysterious incidents occur!
The 117th volume of the Consonant and Vowel Youth Literature series, “Hello, You’ve Come to Meet Me,” has been published.
"Hello, You've Come to Pick Me Up" is the first young adult novel by Park Sa-rang, who has been praised as "a writer who writes novels with a sharp perspective that only someone who has thought about life and stories can have," having published diverse novels such as "Screwbar" and "Contain the Universe."
Monday, period pain, gym, summer, heat, bugs.
I, a high school student, went to school as usual and listed the things I hated inside.
While waiting for the bus home, hoping that the annoying 'Monday Despair' would end soon, I suddenly find myself time-slipped to the Joseon Dynasty while picking up a name tag...
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index
0 The probability that misfortune will be squared
1. The setting of being born again
2 Crying later
3 The night we became sister and brother
4. It's better to be a detective than a shaman.
5 Truth becomes a story, and stories become money.
6 Hidden Criminals
7 By the invisible hand
8 Those who gain from death
9 What the floating words point to
10 Why did I covet what was not mine?
11 I have quite a talent for this kind of thing.
12 Where Lost Words and Writings Remain
13 Have you met Heo Saeng?
14 To save what should not be saved
15 Worse Person Battles
16 The final_final_final_final ver.
17. On the way back after giving the name
Author's Note
1. The setting of being born again
2 Crying later
3 The night we became sister and brother
4. It's better to be a detective than a shaman.
5 Truth becomes a story, and stories become money.
6 Hidden Criminals
7 By the invisible hand
8 Those who gain from death
9 What the floating words point to
10 Why did I covet what was not mine?
11 I have quite a talent for this kind of thing.
12 Where Lost Words and Writings Remain
13 Have you met Heo Saeng?
14 To save what should not be saved
15 Worse Person Battles
16 The final_final_final_final ver.
17. On the way back after giving the name
Author's Note
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Into the book
Am I being too unnecessarily sensitive?
It's only natural that someone like me, who doesn't study well and doesn't cause trouble, won't be remembered anyway.
But who called my name today? Was it Jisoo or Sebin?
I don't think my mom called me either.
Why am I so obsessed with names today? I asked myself, but there was no answer.
A day that clearly has a name but doesn't seem to have one.
I passed through the school gate without a care, with the wrong name.
Even though I lost my name, the school, the road, and the world were still the same, so I just walked out.
--- p.13
I was born somewhere at a strange time.
And it was only after a very, very long time that I learned that it was Wonju during the Joseon Dynasty.
Apparently, it was 2024, and I was on my way home from work in Seoul.
There was no dramatic clash or opening of any dimensional gates.
I really didn't know why I ended up in a different space and time.
--- p.15
The moment I was overcome with a sense of helplessness and thought I would just fall asleep, I felt a burning sensation.
A voice shouting, "Fire!" could also be heard from somewhere.
The already chaotic house became even more chaotic.
I didn't realize it would take so long for the fire to engulf the house.
The house where I was born and raised, with its windows and doors polished with age, its pillars gleaming with wear and tear, and its rafters just recently re-secured, was engulfed in flames in an instant.
--- p.22
A cart passed along the road that the manager had opened.
Although it was covered with straw, it was possible to guess that it was a corpse loaded onto the cart by the hem of the clothes that were hanging out at the end.
“Didn’t someone die at Hyeoncheongru again?”
“Again? How many times is this?”
“I think I’ve seen it three times already.”
“Who is it this time?”
“What do you want to know?
Get out of here quickly.
“Good luck will come.”
People chatted in groups of three or five and then quickly dispersed.
--- pp.40-41
The place where death began was Hyeoncheongnu.
Those who passed through there are dying or falling ill one after another.
First, we need to find out the symptoms of those who are sick and determine the cause of death of those who have died.
The real cause, not ghosts or monsters playing around.
There are two people known to be currently suffering from it.
The youngest son of the Lee family and the eldest son of the Seo family.
Let's start by going to these two people and checking on their condition.
--- p.50
“Is there anything else you’re worried about?”
“Water is the problem.
“I need water to wash, but I don’t have enough.”
“Don’t worry about that.”
"yes?"
“It will rain heavily soon.”
“How do you know that?”
“You know how to read astronomy.
“They say I’m better than the physiognomist.”
Heeyo smiled.
(……)
I became curious about Heeyo.
How did he become a parasite and build Hyeoncheongnu, and what was his relationship with Heo Cheon-gun?
Why would you accept and help me, someone you've never met?
Where on earth are his eyes looking?
--- p.82
“I will give all this money to whoever finds the real culprit.”
“Why are you doing that?”
"No, I told you the real culprit is Nonsan. What kind of culprit are you trying to find?"
“I also think he is the culprit.
But there is no evidence.
“I will also give this money to whoever can find solid evidence that he is the culprit.”
“So why on earth!”
Unable to contain my curiosity, I finally shouted out.
But the girl still responded without changing her expression.
“Please consider this a bounty offered with joy, as I have finally been given the opportunity to cut ties.
“The lady from Nonsan who is being held captive by the government office is my mother.”
--- pp.90-91
Strangely enough, everyone here was reluctant to say their names.
Women were often simply called 'someone's mother', or they were sometimes called by adding 'house' to the name of their birthplace, such as Nonsan-daek or Haeju-daek.
The man also did not give his real name.
It was common to refer to them by their given name or by their title.
No one introduced themselves by name, and they rarely called each other by name.
Conversely, there were too many cases where the profession became the name.
It was also common for people to be called by their last names.
I wondered what their names were.
I wanted to know, and I wanted to call.
--- pp.134-135
After crying my heart out, I felt refreshed and just dazed.
Before I knew it, the rain had stopped, so Heeyo folded her umbrella and sat down next to me.
As my mind calmed down, the surrounding scenery came into view.
“The lord is using an umbrella.
“Koreans don’t use it very often.”
“You talk as if you weren’t Korean.”
“I am Korean, yes.
But sometimes, the Lord doesn't seem to be like that."
At my words, Heeyo just laughed.
--- p.179
As soon as they left the city, Jiyang asked the question he had been hesitating on for a long time.
“What should I call you now? Lady Mowol?”
I found the expression "Mowol Nangja" funny and burst out laughing.
“Just call me whatever you want.
But you won't sell my story? I told you to sell it."
“I don’t sell stories about friends.
“I also have a sense of morality.”
Seeing Jiyang's proud expression, I felt like teasing her.
Actually, I'm from the future.
You know? Joseon fell and became the Republic of Korea.
--- p.199
One day, while we were eating, my mom suddenly said.
“He was sick and then suddenly became an adult.”
Dad responded nonchalantly.
“Children grow up while getting sick.”
I wondered if I had really grown up amidst the passing words.
Actually, there's something Mom and Dad don't know.
I'm in my third life now.
If you think about it, I might have lived longer than my mom and dad.
Every time such absurd thoughts come to mind, I realize that I am a moron.
At the same time, I am also Narin.
It could be Seo-gyeong, or it could be something else.
My name is one, but it is not one.
It's only natural that someone like me, who doesn't study well and doesn't cause trouble, won't be remembered anyway.
But who called my name today? Was it Jisoo or Sebin?
I don't think my mom called me either.
Why am I so obsessed with names today? I asked myself, but there was no answer.
A day that clearly has a name but doesn't seem to have one.
I passed through the school gate without a care, with the wrong name.
Even though I lost my name, the school, the road, and the world were still the same, so I just walked out.
--- p.13
I was born somewhere at a strange time.
And it was only after a very, very long time that I learned that it was Wonju during the Joseon Dynasty.
Apparently, it was 2024, and I was on my way home from work in Seoul.
There was no dramatic clash or opening of any dimensional gates.
I really didn't know why I ended up in a different space and time.
--- p.15
The moment I was overcome with a sense of helplessness and thought I would just fall asleep, I felt a burning sensation.
A voice shouting, "Fire!" could also be heard from somewhere.
The already chaotic house became even more chaotic.
I didn't realize it would take so long for the fire to engulf the house.
The house where I was born and raised, with its windows and doors polished with age, its pillars gleaming with wear and tear, and its rafters just recently re-secured, was engulfed in flames in an instant.
--- p.22
A cart passed along the road that the manager had opened.
Although it was covered with straw, it was possible to guess that it was a corpse loaded onto the cart by the hem of the clothes that were hanging out at the end.
“Didn’t someone die at Hyeoncheongru again?”
“Again? How many times is this?”
“I think I’ve seen it three times already.”
“Who is it this time?”
“What do you want to know?
Get out of here quickly.
“Good luck will come.”
People chatted in groups of three or five and then quickly dispersed.
--- pp.40-41
The place where death began was Hyeoncheongnu.
Those who passed through there are dying or falling ill one after another.
First, we need to find out the symptoms of those who are sick and determine the cause of death of those who have died.
The real cause, not ghosts or monsters playing around.
There are two people known to be currently suffering from it.
The youngest son of the Lee family and the eldest son of the Seo family.
Let's start by going to these two people and checking on their condition.
--- p.50
“Is there anything else you’re worried about?”
“Water is the problem.
“I need water to wash, but I don’t have enough.”
“Don’t worry about that.”
"yes?"
“It will rain heavily soon.”
“How do you know that?”
“You know how to read astronomy.
“They say I’m better than the physiognomist.”
Heeyo smiled.
(……)
I became curious about Heeyo.
How did he become a parasite and build Hyeoncheongnu, and what was his relationship with Heo Cheon-gun?
Why would you accept and help me, someone you've never met?
Where on earth are his eyes looking?
--- p.82
“I will give all this money to whoever finds the real culprit.”
“Why are you doing that?”
"No, I told you the real culprit is Nonsan. What kind of culprit are you trying to find?"
“I also think he is the culprit.
But there is no evidence.
“I will also give this money to whoever can find solid evidence that he is the culprit.”
“So why on earth!”
Unable to contain my curiosity, I finally shouted out.
But the girl still responded without changing her expression.
“Please consider this a bounty offered with joy, as I have finally been given the opportunity to cut ties.
“The lady from Nonsan who is being held captive by the government office is my mother.”
--- pp.90-91
Strangely enough, everyone here was reluctant to say their names.
Women were often simply called 'someone's mother', or they were sometimes called by adding 'house' to the name of their birthplace, such as Nonsan-daek or Haeju-daek.
The man also did not give his real name.
It was common to refer to them by their given name or by their title.
No one introduced themselves by name, and they rarely called each other by name.
Conversely, there were too many cases where the profession became the name.
It was also common for people to be called by their last names.
I wondered what their names were.
I wanted to know, and I wanted to call.
--- pp.134-135
After crying my heart out, I felt refreshed and just dazed.
Before I knew it, the rain had stopped, so Heeyo folded her umbrella and sat down next to me.
As my mind calmed down, the surrounding scenery came into view.
“The lord is using an umbrella.
“Koreans don’t use it very often.”
“You talk as if you weren’t Korean.”
“I am Korean, yes.
But sometimes, the Lord doesn't seem to be like that."
At my words, Heeyo just laughed.
--- p.179
As soon as they left the city, Jiyang asked the question he had been hesitating on for a long time.
“What should I call you now? Lady Mowol?”
I found the expression "Mowol Nangja" funny and burst out laughing.
“Just call me whatever you want.
But you won't sell my story? I told you to sell it."
“I don’t sell stories about friends.
“I also have a sense of morality.”
Seeing Jiyang's proud expression, I felt like teasing her.
Actually, I'm from the future.
You know? Joseon fell and became the Republic of Korea.
--- p.199
One day, while we were eating, my mom suddenly said.
“He was sick and then suddenly became an adult.”
Dad responded nonchalantly.
“Children grow up while getting sick.”
I wondered if I had really grown up amidst the passing words.
Actually, there's something Mom and Dad don't know.
I'm in my third life now.
If you think about it, I might have lived longer than my mom and dad.
Every time such absurd thoughts come to mind, I realize that I am a moron.
At the same time, I am also Narin.
It could be Seo-gyeong, or it could be something else.
My name is one, but it is not one.
--- p.203
Publisher's Review
The Joseon Dynasty was a chaotic period, full of false accusations and incidents.
Modern youth walking boldly through the typhoon
I, an 18-year-old teenager who often starts my mornings with a curse, am an ordinary high school student who spends most of my days at school when the coronavirus pandemic has subsided.
As soon as I got to school, I got tired from doing the weekly activities that I had forgotten about, and to make matters worse, I suddenly got my period, so I ended up getting an early dismissal slip to leave school early.
However, the name written on the early departure certificate was not mine, but another student's name.
Even though I lost my name, the school, the road, and the world remained the same, so I left school and waited for the bus, and my name tag fell to the floor with a thud.
I, who couldn't catch the bus because I was busy picking up my name tag, was so exhausted that I sat down on the bus stop seat again.
And then, your foot falls into a hole.
Am I being too unnecessarily sensitive?
It's only natural that someone like me, who doesn't study well and doesn't cause trouble, won't be remembered anyway.
But who called my name today? Was it Jisoo or Sebin?
I don't think my mom called me either.
Why am I so obsessed with names today?
_In the text
After walking through a deep tunnel, we arrived at a nobleman's house from the Joseon Dynasty.
Had I crossed a dimension? Was this a "time slip"? But all that came out of my mouth was sobs.
The body wasn't what it used to be.
The 'I' who existed in 2024 until just a little while ago was reborn in the Joseon Dynasty.
Now, my name is Mowol.
The youngest daughter of the Baek family.
Mo-wol cannot understand the strange things that have happened to him.
Could it be that I have memories of a future life rather than memories of a past life?
No, maybe the memories I have were actually non-existent.
A sudden storm blows into Mo-wol's life, which was going smoothly despite being confused by memories of the future.
He was caught up in a conspiracy and lost his father, mother, and even his brother.
Mo-wol, who barely survived, sets out to find a way to live with her servant Yeon-si.
And when she turns seventeen, Mo-wol finally decides to find out the truth about her family that had been buried.
Wherever you go, you will find something lost or forgotten.
With such hopes, he heads to Hanyang with Yeon-si, who believes everything he says.
“I am my one and only dream.
I want to be me.”
No matter how many times you fall, you always get up
A coming-of-age story of a girl who creates her own future.
After arriving in Hanyang, Mo-wol disguises herself as a man for easier activities and changes her name to 'Seogyeong'.
And he forms a relationship with Ji-yang, a famous electrician known for his knowledge, Hee-yo, the best gisaeng in Joseon, and Prince Heo Cheon-gun, who is pushed down in the line of succession.
Now, Mo-wol calls himself a 'detective'.
And by deducing the source of the plague spreading through the capital, he prevents a major uproar. The mystery movies and dramas he's been binge-watching on OTT serve as Mo-wol's staunch allies.
“What did you just say?”
“I said I knew the culprit of the incident.”
Words poured out, I couldn't tell if they were lies or nonsense.
First of all, you have to be shameless to survive.
He forced a desperately confident smile.
Then the woman stared at me, and I didn't avoid her eyes.
In dramas and movies, you definitely meet someone like this.
_In the text
Mo-wol, who is young, female, and has lost her social status, is weaker than anyone else, but she is so bold that she can fully engage in detective work in a place where she has no connections.
Like the protagonist of a heroic tale without a hero, he walks around Hanyang, where all sorts of incidents happen without warning, back to back with Yeonshi, as if it were his own home.
“I wondered what their names were.
“I wanted to know, and I wanted to call.”
Our name, embraced by women with warm and precious gazes.
'I' suddenly falls into the space-time of the Joseon Dynasty, forgetting my current name, and begins a new life under the name 'Mo-wol'.
Then, due to a sudden misfortune that befell his family, he even hid his name and stepped into the bigger world.
In the process, I come to think that things like names are not that important.
Names that cannot be revealed, etc. can be created and used as many times as you like, or can be discarded.
However, as she develops relationships with new people like Hee-yo, Heo Cheon-gun, and Ji-yang, and those relationships deepen, 'I', that is, Mo-wol, comes to realize the power and value of a name.
Even if I know the inside story of that day, the fact that I am Baekmowol still remains.
Even if I deny reality and live under another name, I am still me, and I must still be me.
_In the text
So, Mowol takes on the relentless stream of cases and solves them, finding and returning the names of women who were not called by their names, such as Nonsan-daek and Haeju-daek.
Later, he even gives his name, 'Mo-wol', to his younger sister, Yeon-si.
When asked, “Who are you?” the first thing that comes to mind is usually your name.
A name is a unique possession given to a person at birth, and is the first identity of a human being.
Ironically, however, names do not contain the slightest will of the individual who is called by that name.
It is determined by the atmosphere of the home or the parents' tastes rather than the individual's characteristics.
But we can put our own values and our own lives into our names.
Like Mo-wol, who carves her own footprints on her own name.
In the book, author Park Sa-rang warmly embraces the names of Mo-wol, Yeon-si, Hee-yo, Nonsan-daek, and Hae-ju-daek, who are slowly moving towards the future.
And furthermore, the readers' names are also embraced with that warmth.
Like Kim Chun-su's poem "Flower," another person comes to me and becomes a flower. If that is a name, then isn't it also a name that makes us into flowers that bloom on our own?
"Hello, You've Come to Meet Me" is a book that cherishes us and allows the names we call simply to bloom like flowers in our hearts.
Modern youth walking boldly through the typhoon
I, an 18-year-old teenager who often starts my mornings with a curse, am an ordinary high school student who spends most of my days at school when the coronavirus pandemic has subsided.
As soon as I got to school, I got tired from doing the weekly activities that I had forgotten about, and to make matters worse, I suddenly got my period, so I ended up getting an early dismissal slip to leave school early.
However, the name written on the early departure certificate was not mine, but another student's name.
Even though I lost my name, the school, the road, and the world remained the same, so I left school and waited for the bus, and my name tag fell to the floor with a thud.
I, who couldn't catch the bus because I was busy picking up my name tag, was so exhausted that I sat down on the bus stop seat again.
And then, your foot falls into a hole.
Am I being too unnecessarily sensitive?
It's only natural that someone like me, who doesn't study well and doesn't cause trouble, won't be remembered anyway.
But who called my name today? Was it Jisoo or Sebin?
I don't think my mom called me either.
Why am I so obsessed with names today?
_In the text
After walking through a deep tunnel, we arrived at a nobleman's house from the Joseon Dynasty.
Had I crossed a dimension? Was this a "time slip"? But all that came out of my mouth was sobs.
The body wasn't what it used to be.
The 'I' who existed in 2024 until just a little while ago was reborn in the Joseon Dynasty.
Now, my name is Mowol.
The youngest daughter of the Baek family.
Mo-wol cannot understand the strange things that have happened to him.
Could it be that I have memories of a future life rather than memories of a past life?
No, maybe the memories I have were actually non-existent.
A sudden storm blows into Mo-wol's life, which was going smoothly despite being confused by memories of the future.
He was caught up in a conspiracy and lost his father, mother, and even his brother.
Mo-wol, who barely survived, sets out to find a way to live with her servant Yeon-si.
And when she turns seventeen, Mo-wol finally decides to find out the truth about her family that had been buried.
Wherever you go, you will find something lost or forgotten.
With such hopes, he heads to Hanyang with Yeon-si, who believes everything he says.
“I am my one and only dream.
I want to be me.”
No matter how many times you fall, you always get up
A coming-of-age story of a girl who creates her own future.
After arriving in Hanyang, Mo-wol disguises herself as a man for easier activities and changes her name to 'Seogyeong'.
And he forms a relationship with Ji-yang, a famous electrician known for his knowledge, Hee-yo, the best gisaeng in Joseon, and Prince Heo Cheon-gun, who is pushed down in the line of succession.
Now, Mo-wol calls himself a 'detective'.
And by deducing the source of the plague spreading through the capital, he prevents a major uproar. The mystery movies and dramas he's been binge-watching on OTT serve as Mo-wol's staunch allies.
“What did you just say?”
“I said I knew the culprit of the incident.”
Words poured out, I couldn't tell if they were lies or nonsense.
First of all, you have to be shameless to survive.
He forced a desperately confident smile.
Then the woman stared at me, and I didn't avoid her eyes.
In dramas and movies, you definitely meet someone like this.
_In the text
Mo-wol, who is young, female, and has lost her social status, is weaker than anyone else, but she is so bold that she can fully engage in detective work in a place where she has no connections.
Like the protagonist of a heroic tale without a hero, he walks around Hanyang, where all sorts of incidents happen without warning, back to back with Yeonshi, as if it were his own home.
“I wondered what their names were.
“I wanted to know, and I wanted to call.”
Our name, embraced by women with warm and precious gazes.
'I' suddenly falls into the space-time of the Joseon Dynasty, forgetting my current name, and begins a new life under the name 'Mo-wol'.
Then, due to a sudden misfortune that befell his family, he even hid his name and stepped into the bigger world.
In the process, I come to think that things like names are not that important.
Names that cannot be revealed, etc. can be created and used as many times as you like, or can be discarded.
However, as she develops relationships with new people like Hee-yo, Heo Cheon-gun, and Ji-yang, and those relationships deepen, 'I', that is, Mo-wol, comes to realize the power and value of a name.
Even if I know the inside story of that day, the fact that I am Baekmowol still remains.
Even if I deny reality and live under another name, I am still me, and I must still be me.
_In the text
So, Mowol takes on the relentless stream of cases and solves them, finding and returning the names of women who were not called by their names, such as Nonsan-daek and Haeju-daek.
Later, he even gives his name, 'Mo-wol', to his younger sister, Yeon-si.
When asked, “Who are you?” the first thing that comes to mind is usually your name.
A name is a unique possession given to a person at birth, and is the first identity of a human being.
Ironically, however, names do not contain the slightest will of the individual who is called by that name.
It is determined by the atmosphere of the home or the parents' tastes rather than the individual's characteristics.
But we can put our own values and our own lives into our names.
Like Mo-wol, who carves her own footprints on her own name.
In the book, author Park Sa-rang warmly embraces the names of Mo-wol, Yeon-si, Hee-yo, Nonsan-daek, and Hae-ju-daek, who are slowly moving towards the future.
And furthermore, the readers' names are also embraced with that warmth.
Like Kim Chun-su's poem "Flower," another person comes to me and becomes a flower. If that is a name, then isn't it also a name that makes us into flowers that bloom on our own?
"Hello, You've Come to Meet Me" is a book that cherishes us and allows the names we call simply to bloom like flowers in our hearts.
GOODS SPECIFICS
- Date of issue: July 3, 2024
- Page count, weight, size: 208 pages | 304g | 140*205*11mm
- ISBN13: 9788954450713
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