Returner’s Magic Laundry

Writer Noeul Choi was dressed very neatly, unlike at home.

He wore an ivory-colored Panama hat with a black belt, a semi-suit, a tie with a small embroidered slim and cute bear character, and even a handkerchief that seemed to have been deliberately put in the pocket above the suit, but gave a lot of attention.

I burst into laughter involuntarily at the contrast of his appearance at home.

pu ha ha ha.

"why?"

“Oh, I’m sorry. It's so different from my first impression. The clothes fit really well.”

"Ah. When I go out, I can barely do it.”

“By the way, it is a famous brand product. Does it look expensive?”

“Ah, I bought all of these in a used country. Buying a new one is expensive.”

“Isn’t it a bit like wearing someone else’s clothes?”

“If you look for it well, there are many new products that are not even tagged.”

However, on the collar of Noeul Choi's jacket, I could see a tag made of paper that had not been peeled off slightly.

“Oh, you didn’t take off the tag, did you wear it? I will take it off.”

Writer Choi No-eul was startled and took a step back.

“You can’t take it off. I have to wear it a few times and sell it again.”

"Ah… … Yeah… … i See."

At that time, the large paper bag that writer Noeul Choi was holding caught my eye.

“I will listen to this. It looks heavy. What is it?”

“Ah, I picked up old clothes from the Bangsan Market. Sometimes I see luxury clothes. If you wash it well and sell it to a used country, it is quite salty. Do you want to go with the PD?”

"no. I’m done.”

There are many different ways to make money.

“Sir, let’s go inside. It looks heavy.”

Writer Noeul Choi did not come in right away, but looked at the view of the laundry from a distance.

“By the way, is this really the laundromat that the PD runs?”

"Yes, that's right."

“Wow, it’s a real laundromat. Laundry and film producers don’t really get along.”

“I was originally going to shoot a movie, but I made a quick turn to the laundry. Whoops.”

"Ah yes. So can you wash my old clothes too? cheap."

“Yeah, what… … .”

“Wow, the garden is really lush.”

Writer Noeul Choi entered the laundry with admiration over and over again.

“Sit here for a moment. Would you like some coffee?”

"Yeah. good."

As I brewed my coffee, I asked Noeul Choi.

“But what are you doing here? We decided to meet at the writer’s house after the script was over.”

"That… … I did. But I finished the screenplay this morning. There are things I can't stand because I want to show you quickly. But neither director Ko Gun-soo nor the PD answered the phone… … .”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I have a lot of work in the morning, so I often don’t look at my phone.”

“So I hurriedly ran. Of course, I’ve been to Dongmyo Market.”

“Then is that a scenario? Did he write until high school?”

Writer Choi No-eul flinched at my words.

“No, that’s not it, did you write up to 12th high?”

I was silent for a while.

“But I think it came out really well. A problem that had not been solved until 11th high came to mind as if struck by lightning, and it was solved quickly. Because this is the feeling of being a grand prize in a real contest. So I was a little worried. Should I cancel the contract and start a contest? Whoops are you bored? So, that’s about it.”

“Writer, how was it when you wrote this ‘legendary’ scenario, up to 11th high?”

"Yeah? 11?”

"Yeah."

"That… … I also thought it was great.”

“There is no such thing as a perfect scenario. It's like a million movies. It is a feeling of being a target in a contest. Get rid of all the trash! You must have thought so?”

At my words, writer Choi No-eul rolled his eyes over his left, as if he was groping for memory, and his eyes, which had nowhere to go, trembled.

"Ah… … no how to do it Ha~ That’s how I see it.”

After I finished my coffee, I handed a cup to Noeul Choi.

I sat in the front seat and pulled out my phone.

“I’ll call Gunsu first. I think it would be nice to see and talk together.”

Writer Choi No-eul nodded his head and drank coffee.

I called Gunsu and waited for the call to come while listening to the signal.

After drinking a cup of coffee, Noeul Choi made a silent gesture saying it was delicious, pointing at the coffee with her eyes rounded, like all coffee drinkers.

The call went to an automatic answering machine.

“The number is not answering the phone. When this bastard is at home, he doesn't answer the phone very well. I'll leave a message for now. I'll read the script first while Geon-soo gets a call."

As I tried to pick up the printed screenplay on the table, writer Noeul Choi snatched it up.

Looking at him in embarrassment, Noeul Choi raises the corners of his lips awkwardly and smiles.

"Ah… … Thinking about it, I think it would be better to write and show up to 13th high. Come to think of it, there are still some things that have not been solved.”

“Once I read it… … ”

When he tried to steal the screenplay, writer Noeul Choi jumped up and twisted his body not to be taken away, but lost his center of gravity and his body fell backwards.

‘The vine’s obsession!’

In an instant, a vine stretched out of my hand and grabbed Choi Noeul's body.

'collection!'

When I shouted, the vine disappeared to the palm of my right hand in the blink of an eye, and thanks to writer Noeul Choi, I did not fall and managed to keep my focus.

You probably couldn't even guess because the whole situation was over before Choi Noeul raised his head.

Choi No-eul looks at her body with a bewildered expression, not knowing what the situation is.

“What? I think something grabbed me.”

"I do not know. What do you mean?”

"uh? My scenario!”

The screenplay was already in my hands, and I flipped through the script.

It was almost the same as the finished high school I had seen in my previous life, but the ending was completely different.

“Aren’t you looking too lightly though?”

“The ending… … the ending... … I think you should reconsider.”

At my words, Noeul Choi's eyes widened.

"that… … The ending took a little while though. I wanted to put a twist, but that didn't work out... … .”

got into trouble

I knew the shocking twist and ending of this screenplay, and I also knew that it was a very important part of the ending of the film.

However, the former writer Noeul Choi pondered this ending while filming the movie, and only revised it in the middle of production.

Director Seung-jae Cho, who produced this film, said so in an interview with a media outlet.

So, it was said that it would take quite some time for the perfect ending of High School 13 to come out.

‘There is no time to wait until then. And while this 12-go scenario might get you an investment, it's also elusive to get his big bucks.'

I thought about it, but I came to the conclusion that there was nothing I could do.

“Writer, can I give you a hint about the ending?”

"Yeah? Hint? Is there anything like that?”

Writer Noeul Choi seemed to be able to write 13 highs well even if he gave only a small hint that would make the ending key.

“The hint is ‘death of death’.’

“Death of death… … huh?”

“Yeah, if you think about it, you’ll see what I mean.”

At the climax of the movie, the protagonist is killed by a criminal once.

It's like a fake ending to add a dramatic effect to the middle of a drama or movie.

In this current 12th high school, the protagonist reappears without dying, leading to a clichéd ending.

However, in the 13th high school, the real dead main character comes back to life with a body with only a goal left, and rather than being revived, it can be seen that the body with a strong goal moves mechanically.

The protagonist, who has turned into a zombie with no emotion or compassion, with only a goal left, kills the criminal mercilessly and cheerfully.

The protagonist, who has achieved his goal, ends by choosing ‘death of death’ in the sea at dawn.

That was the ending of a movie I had seen in a previous life.

If it hadn't been directed like a dog cake, it would have been an ending scene that will go down in the history of cinema.

Writer Choi No-eul, who had been immersed in deep thought at my words, jumped up from his seat as if he had remembered something.

“PD-nim is truly a genius! Why didn't I think of that? The main character doesn't have to be alive. All you need to kill a criminal is a target and a body to move it!”

It didn't feel bad to hear that writer Noeul Choi's idea was a genius.

It was great though.

He had only said one word, but to infer the ending from that at once, he may have been thinking of such an ending without knowing it.

He threw me some old-fashioned clothes, took the screenplay and disappeared.

After sending the writer Noeul Choi away, I looked at the clock and saw that it was past 11.

‘It’s time to go to the laundry delivery, but it’s late. I'll have to go to delivery first.'

After collecting all the laundry, I left the laundry and climbed the hill.

“Laundry~ Laundry!”

At the sound of my voice, the people in the neighborhood seemed to have been waiting for me, so I brought my laundry out.

“Annam, I’m a little late today. If you don't come, I told you to take it down."

"Sorry. guests are coming I won't be late next time."

“Aww, it’s okay to be late.”

"Yeah. Thank you."

As I was going back down the road, I saw a house with rose trees growing sparsely on the wall.

Apparently it had just been planted, so there were only a few buds.

The roses haven't bloomed yet, but it's May, so there's not much left to bloom.

‘Shall we make the roses bloom more?’

When he summoned Sunshine Gloves and stroked them, new leaves appeared on the rose tree, and it grew denser and more buds.

'Hmm, this should be enough.'

Having opened my eyes from the rose, I turned my head and looked up at the uphill road leading to the top of the village.

Thanks to the hard work of caring for the plants for a year, the present world building was like being in a dense forest.

Since there are many dense trees, all kinds of birds, including sparrows, flocked to this world building.

Before dawn, various kinds of birds could be heard.

I closed my eyes and listened to the birdsong for a moment.

“Are you curious?”

Then I heard a man's voice and opened my eyes in surprise.

Turning around, a man was pressing the camera shutter toward a tall tree.

He looked around, but it was only him and me in this alley.

"Yeah? Did you say that to me?”

“It’s just you and me here. It’s like closing your eyes and listening to the birdsong.”

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The man took the picture diligently without even thinking about looking back.

“But what’s so strange… … .”

“There are rumors that a rare bird has been found in this town.”

“A rare bird?”

The man stopped taking pictures of him and looked back at me.

The man wearing a hat that could only be used in the jungle had a beard and was dressed in comfortable clothes with a slightly different khaki color, and was carrying a backpack and a camera bag next to him.

“Ah, I’m a photographer who mainly shoots birds.”

"Ah yes."

“But coming to this town, it seems that there are a lot of birds, if not rare. Would you like to see this?”

The man came over and showed me some pictures on the digital camera's LCD.

They were all birds that looked different from sparrows.

“He’s a bum and he’s a yellow-jawed bunting. They mainly live in dense forests.”

These were the first birds I had ever seen.

“Are these birds in this town? I have only seen sparrows.”

“Birds are only visible to those who are interested. The whip wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle whit wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle. I know just by hearing the sound. The yellow-jawed bunting bunting whit huit huit huit huit wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle.”

I opened my eyes wide and looked at the man.

“It sounds the same.”

A man staring at my words.

“It all sounds different. ttt.”

The man picked up the camera again and disappeared, looking for the birds and pressing the shutters here and there.

“He’s a fun guy.”

I looked around to find the bird, but I didn't see any of the birds the man was talking about.

Only the sound of birds coming from somewhere seemed to come from a fantasy world.

Then a strange new sound was heard.

The sound of birds chirping with a small voice.

It was a sound from the ground, not from the trees, and above it another bird flew dizzyingly and howled loudly.

I've never seen a bird make that kind of noise when threatened.

Looking down, he saw a baby bird falling from the nest and making a chirping chirping sound.

Looking at the tree above it, I saw a small nest, inside which I could see other young birds sticking out their heads once in a while.

‘Looks like he fell out of the nest.’

After looking around, I saw that no one was there.

‘The vine’s obsession!’

When I summoned a wisteria vine, a bud sprouted from my palm, and then it grew into a vine.

The young bird was carefully placed on it, and the vines stretched out and reached the nest.

Perhaps the parent bird was startled by the sight, as if it had seen a snake, it turned into a vine and flew away with my outstretched arm and started attacking.

“Aww! You're trying to save a baby."

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