Returner's Magic Laundry

Chapter 55

My mind was confused.

Once she opened the door to the laundry, Go Kun-su went inside.

She wanted to focus, so she hung a ‘going out’ panel on the doorknob and locked the door.

“Why are you so afraid to lock the door? What do you do when guests arrive?”

“OK. There is a laundry bin outside. If you write down your name, you now know who it is.”

“Child, you are now a native of this town.”

“right? In the past, I was anxious to leave this town… … . Just like everyone else, leaving the town you used to live in feels like a successful life. Eventually we will all come back.”

“Why are you so philosophical? Let’s talk about the script quickly.”

“Let’s have a cup of coffee. Urgent?”

“no it’s okay.”

When I have a lot to think about, I like to brew my coffee slowly.

When coffee is grinded in a grinder, the sound of roasted beans being grinded relaxes the mind, and when the water flows slowly through the long and thin drip pot spout, it passes through the well-ground beans and holds the coffee, and drops of water fall to the bottom.

If it’s long, it’s long, if it’s short, it’s a short time, but during that time, I was able to organize a lot of thoughts.

She took out two floral-patterned coffee cups her mother had used, poured a cup of coffee and gave it to Go Geon-soo.

After savoring the incense, I took a sip and felt the deep flavor, which calmed my heart a little.

And slowly opened his mouth.

“I like this scenario.”

He glanced at the ‘fantastic’ scenario on the table.

“Really?”

“Yeah, but… … .”

“That… … Run?”

“I don’t think it’s your first feature film. I would like to try this ‘Blood Eyes’ when you have two or three works and then you have deepened your thoughts on the movie.”

“Hmm… … .”

Go Gun-soo took a deep breath and nodded.

I thought Go Gun-soo, who had strong self-esteem, would sprint out of his seat, but he surprised me with his unexpectedly agreeing eyes.

“Are you okay too?”

you too?

That means I’ve already received feedback from other people once.

“Actually, I saw it on a feature film project in school. Even graduates can do it.”

“By the way?”

“What fell? Almost all of our professors are directors or screenwriters. I’ve only heard bad reviews. The directing is good, but the screenplay is weak. That’s roughly what you think of me.”

It seems that God does not give all talents to one person.

The scenario written by Ko Gun-soo was neat and calm, just like his personality.

As for the downside, it lacked hooks that could grab people’s hearts at once.

Of course, that wasn’t to say the story was bad.

“Not so bad… … .”

“OK. even if you don’t comfort me. At first, I thought he didn’t know my script, so he got mad and thought he was going crazy. But come to think of it, I don’t think I have any talent for screenplays. This short film was also shot with the screenplay you modified.”

Of course, if my first feature film, which was successful in a previous life, was made into a screenplay and shot by Ko Kun-soo, it would be a success.

However, the work was a success at the box office, but it was a work that received all kinds of swear words.

Why isn’t there such a work?

Works that have been praised for being trash and have been unusually successful.

That was my first feature film.

It wasn’t the first intention, but as the investment progressed, it became so as the commercial feasibility was considered.

I thought to the last minute that my first feature film was the wrong button.

Of course, that thought has not changed.

Therefore, I had no intention of putting the work out in the world again, even after death.

However, this work called ‘Blood Eyes’ was not an alternative.

“… … I would like to try writing this ‘Blood Eye’ with another screenwriter. Commercial films are usually written by a director with two or three writers.”

“It is not. But if we can find a good writer, it would be hard to find. Prominent writers are expensive, but they will be busy working on famous directors.”

“I have a screenwriter I can recommend. Would you like to meet with me?”

“who?”

“I am a writer named Noeul Choi.”

“No-eul Choi?”

Go Gun-soo asked.

Instead of answering, I put down my cup of coffee and picked up a mint candy and ate it.

And I looked at Go Gun-soo’s face.

I have come to the conclusion that if Go Gun-soo directs this “Legend” movie, it can be more successful than my first film if hopefully it is.

However, if I was asked to shoot this ‘legendary’ scenario at first, would Koh Geon-soo accept it?

It can’t be.

Everything took time.

First of all, it should be considered half-successful just to have them write ‘Feelings’ with writer Choi No-eul.

“Yeah, you’ll like that person’s screenplay too. It’s not forcing. Because you will be shooting the film.”

He picked up a candy peppermint, put it in his mouth, and started rolling it around in his mouth.

“If the… … Still, what do you think the result would be if you dared to shoot ‘Blood Eye’?”

“Can I be honest?”

“Yeah, be honest. Because I’m serious.”

“In my opinion… … . Even if you rewrite this scenario several times and show it, the film company will not receive any investment. If you don’t give up though, the next best thing is to get production support and shoot on a low budget. That’s how you say you’re looking for a distributor, and if you don’t want to predict the box office’s box office success, you’ll need to invest 120 million more in marketing expenses and how will it be released. A movie is stuck in the theaters for a while and then pushed down to other commercial movies, you prepare the next movie, but it doesn’t get better than the first one, and your friends Kwak Ki-hyuk and Kim Sang-il quit the movie and go their separate ways, and you also give up the movie and where do you go? We’ll have a cafe on the beach.”

“… … .”

“So far this is my expectation.”

Of course, it was not a prediction, but it was the future of Ko Kun-soo that would actually happen.

“Aww, you’re so vivid. You seem to be making some predictions. It’s scary.”

When Goh Geon-soo got up, he went to the coffee pot and poured another cup of coffee.

“… … But I thought it was a little odd.”

“what?”

“When we came a few months after your parents died, you were so weird.”

“Is that so?”

I lived for 52 years and then went back to the age of 28, so if it’s the same as before, that would be weirder.

I remember what I was like when I was 28, but it was not easy to express it in action.

“At first, I thought it might be because my parents died and I was shocked. But the more time passed, the more I realized that it might not be that way.”

“In what way?”

“I can’t pinpoint what it is, but it was like a different person. It’s like looking down at us from above.”

Ugh.

sharp child.

“It can’t be. fufu. It was just because I was so shocked at the time.”

“I had a habit of biting my fingers every time I thought of you, but at some point it all disappeared. I bit my finger until it bled.”

that’s… … It was one of those habits that I had changed in my 52 years of living.

Someone really hated it.

“… … It’s a habit, and it’s something that can be changed at some point.”

“okay. Anyway, I think what you said makes sense. Because there were a lot of seniors around me who followed the same path as you said.”

I thought that this was the only way for Ko Kun-su, Kim Sang-il, Kwak Ki-hyuk, and me to win-win.

“Let’s go.”

“Huh? now?”

“The horns should also be removed in a short time. You never know when you will change your mind.”

Go Gun-soo couldn’t get up.

“I remember the fourth movement of Beethoven’s last work. Whenever we made a decision, we did it while listening to that music. Just like Tomasi and Teresa… … .”

“It did.”

“… … Do I have to?”

I was silent for a while.

“… … Just do it.”

Then, Go Geon-soo got up from his seat.

Today, I went out of the laundry after taking a day off.

I didn’t know the phone number, but I knew the house, so I thought I could find it.

* * *

“I think it’s like this… … . uh over there.”

Writer Noeul Choi’s house was found sooner than expected.

We arrived in a basement room near Mangwon-dong Market.

“But who do you know?”

Go Gun-soo asked.

“No, I haven’t seen it yet.”

“But how did you know about the house?”

“Ah… … that?”

Of course, it was a memory from a previous life.

After seeing the scenario called ‘Legend’, I went to inquire about it, but I couldn’t meet him.

But now, even before the release of the movie, I thought we could probably meet.

“I took a scenario course at the Hankyoreh. There, the teacher is also working on reviewing the screenplays submitted by the film studios. I went to my teacher’s office to play, and I happened to see a script written by Noeul Choi.

“Is the scenario that good?”

“I think yes.”

As I went down the old stairs, in front of the dark semi-basement, bowls of jajangmyeon and garbage bags were mixed.

“This is a place where a corpse can hang out with me. Ouch, the smell!”

I felt the clean Go Gun-soo having a hard time to bear.

A small sound could be heard from inside.

“Can you hear the music? I guess you’re inside.”

The sound of the music sounded like Schönberg’s ‘Night of Purification’.

I know that it is the music the main character listens to at the beginning of the novel ‘I Am Legend’.

‘It’s a song that goes well with the dark atmosphere.’

Once I knocked on the door.

“anybody home?”

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I tapped again.

“Are you there?”

There was no sound.

“I don’t think so? just let’s go It smells so bad.”

“Be patient. It’s also a disease for your child to shiver too clean.

“Even if you speak. Anyway, there is no answer.”

Then someone ran down the stairs and saw us and almost fell.

“Oh, what a surprise! Who are you?”

The man had one foot behind his back when he twisted.

In his hand was a bag of triangular gimbap and ramen.

“What… … what? Are you here to get money?”

“Oh, no. We are filmmakers. Could you be writer Choi No-eul?”

“movie?”

Then the man lowered his vigilance and came down the stairs.

“I am Choi No-eul.”

The man in the black hat looked about the same age as us in his early 30s, and was wearing a few thin coats, a khaki military uniform with trousers, and barefoot wearing three-stranded slippers that were about to fall off.

The thick black hair under the hat was covered in rice cakes, and when you came next to it, you could tell how long she had not washed it by the smell of her body.

His beard and hair were growing sturdily, not knowing when they were cut.

“What is a writer? How did you know that I was an aspiring writer? Even my friends don’t know.”

Go Gun-soo looked at me.

His eyes were asking him to explain something.

As I was about to say something, Noeul Choi patted my forehead as if thinking of something.

“Ah, I posted on the movie bulletin board that I was looking for someone to use as a filming location for a semi-basement room, did you see that?”

“That… … Nor is it.”

“No? Then what?”

I’m about to officially introduce myself again, but I’m not banging my head again.

“Aha, I really know who it is this time. okay? Is it me?”

“What will happen?”

Go Geon-soo and I looked at each other in bewilderment.

“Hey, that’s what I came here for. I submitted a screenplay contest, and I won! How old am I? Encouragement prize without even hoping for the grand prize? Ah, you are finally seeing the light.”

Choi No-eul raised her hands toward the sky and made a face full of emotion.

“Mom, I’m going down to the Golden Hwan. Wait a minute. T_T.”

“that… … I’m sorry for breaking the atmosphere. Nor is it.”

At my words, writer Noeul Choi got serious and looked at me.