The vegetable garden of a genius writer who returned to farming is suspicious

"I'm writing now. I have nothing to write." It was sincere until I declared it like that. "Why does the carrot look like this? Why did he jump out of there again?" The front yard of the second home where he returned to farming saying that he would live in Hanyang. Until I met a suspicious garden and a suspicious little boy there. "I'm writing again. I have something to write."