Returner’s Magic Laundry

“It’s amazing. Have the plants already grown this much in your garden? Wow, is this a level of magic?”

When I turned around, Jin-ah Kim and Eun-chan were standing together.

“This is a laundry, a botanical garden! Meanwhile, the laundry has been upgraded.”

As Jina Kim looked around, she continued to exclaim.

“Take down the building next door first, and start working on the garden.”

Jin-a Kim, whom I haven't seen in a long time, has her hair tied roughly, her fine hair flowing down, and dark circles under her eyes, down to her chin.

Her clothes were roughly a T-shirt and jeans, and now her maturity is so evident that she doesn't even look like her high school student.

“Jin-ah, why didn’t you come like this? I wanted to see you.”

“Don’t talk. I have too much to study. 'Cause she's swearing I don’t even have time to go home.”

“Even though you’re still in first year, right? Take it easy.”

“I have to take the bar exam.”

"already?"

“Are you already? The youngest passer of the bar exam keeps coming out. Those who say they’re a little smarter will pass the 3rd or 4th grade.”

"OMG… … Even smart kids live fiercely. If I had that kind of brain, I'd study roughly and play tanjatangja. Doesn't it make a lot of money just being a lawyer?"

"right. But my goal is to be a prosecutor. You have to be in the top percent of people with strabismus to become a prosecutor.”

“Oh~”

“The laundry was reopening today, so I threw out all the books and came out saying, ‘I don’t know.

“What is the opening? It was just remodeled.”

Then Yongcheon came and hugged Jinah Kim.

“Sister, are you going to play late today?”

Jin-ah Kim blows honey chestnuts to Yongcheon instead of hugging her.

“Hey, I don’t have this, so take it out. In the meantime, bring your exams and homework. Are you saying that you’re becoming a cartoonist these days and you’re learning to draw from Pureum?”

“Sister, my dream has changed. I’m going to set up a laundromat like her brother.”

Kim Jin-ah sighs.

“Yeah, do what you want. I don't know anymore.”

“Oh, over there. Aren't your mom and Yongcheon your father?"

Eun-chan pointed to two middle-aged men and women sneaking around the entrance to the laundry.

There stood Kim Jin-ah's mother and Yong-cheon's father.

"Mom!"

When Jin-a Kim shouted, surprised, Jin-ah Kim's mother turned around and flinched.

“Didn’t you go to school?”

The two approached from a little distance, fidgeting like someone caught doing something bad.

"Good morning."

First of all, Jina Kim greets Yongcheon's father.

“Why are you two coming together?”

“Uh, no. I came and met you What are we going to do together?”

I think we came together... …

Yongcheon runs to his father and hugs him.

“Dad, are you here early today?”

“Uh, so the laundry is reopening today. I want to give you something. Take this.”

Yongcheon's father held out a flowerpot with beautiful flowers.

“Oh, Mr. Annam. take this too I think I got a lot of potted plants, so I made some pancakes. The mussels were fresh at the supermarket.”

“Wow, I really like pancakes with mussels.”

“Eat with the kids. I see that Yongcheon and this student often hang out here.”

Jin-ah Kim's mother glanced at her Eun-chan and said.

"Thank you."

As soon as you receive the panchim and a flowerpot and place it on the table, the panchim is disappearing in an instant.

“Wow, it’s really delicious.”

Jina Kim was still looking at the two with suspicion.

“The two of you are getting closer these days. Doesn't that mean you're getting married? Not until dirt gets in my eyes!”

At that, the mother suddenly smashed Kim Jin-ah's back.

slap!

“Hey, I said no! What nonsense are you talking about with so many people?”

“Oh! why hit It really hurts!”

“Don’t hit me for pain. Then, are you going to beat me to fill my stomach?”

“When I get tested, I’ll take them all. for assault.”

When Jin-ah Kim's mother raises her hand in the spirit of smashing again, Yong-cheon's father hurries to stop her.

"stop it. Because you keep hitting me, Jin-ah’s shoulder is crooked.”

We burst out laughing at Yongcheon's father's words.

Yongcheon's father, who wants to quickly get out of his seat in awkwardness

“Yongchun, are you here? Daddy has work to do at home... … .”

Yongcheon, who is his father's chewing gum, followed after carrying a bag.

“I will go too. See you later bro.”

“Yeah, I have to go too. I have to go delivery.”

“Then let’s all go together. I've been here for a while.”

We all went to the laundromat.

As we entered the village, Yongcheon suddenly shouted loudly.

"Laundry!"

Still, it was difficult to say ‘washing’ because there were so many companions, but Yongcheon came out first.

Then he started shouting 'Laundry!'

Yongcheon's father, Kim Jin-a, Kim Jin-ah's mother, Eun-chan, and me who was embarrassed.

Everyone sang in chorus and climbed the hill.

“I can do it alone. Then everyone in the neighborhood thinks they’re going to work and run away.”

“Well, how are you? Then say hello and that's it."

We went to do laundry together like that, and when we came to our respective houses, we said goodbye and parted.

The last one is Yongcheon's house, which lives at the top of this neighborhood.

“Brother, see you tomorrow.”

“Goodbye, Annam.”

“Yes, good-bye.”

While looking at the back of the two rich men entering the house, all of a sudden, the cement yard of Yongcheon's house caught my eye.

“Ah, Yongcheon’s father.”

"Yeah?"

“Aren’t you thinking of removing the cement and planting flowers in the yard later?”

"Ah… … Originally, the yard was made of soil, but only weeds grew and it was difficult to manage. If I can afford it, I do whatever I want to plant.”

“Dad, I will. I learned a lot from you.”

Yongcheon came out.

“You should study. I'll think about it when I have some spare time. When I see the laundry garden, my heart moves.”

"Yeah."

The two rich men turned their backs to the house again.

Looking at Yongcheon's back, the vision I had seen before came to mind again.

‘Is that young man looking back at Yongcheon?’

I tried to remember, but I couldn't remember any more.

‘Do you remember eating about 100 apples?’

If that illusion is the future of Yongcheon, I was really curious as to what kind of person he would grow up to be.

Because my previous life and Yongcheon had nothing to do with it, nothing really came to mind.

It was only when Eun-chan called ‘Gongongcheon’ that something felt as if she was electrocuted.

After seeing the two of them closing the door, I turned around and headed down.

When I came down halfway through the village, I heard a strange noise from the only playground in the neighborhood.

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As I approached the playground, I saw the flower shop owner standing in front of the flower bed surrounding the playground, holding his hands together, waving up and down, muttering unfamiliar words.

To anyone who didn't know, he seemed like a crazy person.

When I looked in front of it, I could see a lot of moist soil that had been plowed with a hoe.

As I approached the side, the florist's boss, who felt like he was popular, looked around.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you, but I'm curious what you're talking about."

“Ah, Annam. I was surprised.”

“What are you doing here? I was going to stop by the store, but if I had just gone, I would have never been able to meet you.”

"Oh yeah? My mom is watching the store. She was very happy.”

It was amazing.

When the mother of the flower shop owner first said that she was hospitalized, she once said that there was no hope.

“I’m really happy.”

“Yes, even the doctor was surprised.”

“But what are you doing here? You seem to be saying something strange.”

“Ah ho ho. It's weird. No, that's weird, isn't it? It’s just like an order.”

“Orders?”

"Yeah. As I was taking a walk in the neighborhood, the playground seemed a little empty, so I planted some flowers. I think it will grow better if you ignore the spell like this.”

No way.

“Is this the order the boss made?”

“No, while reading the poem ‘The Wasteland’… … I don't know what poetry means, but a few sentences stick to my mouth and I often mumble.”

Come to think of it, the words the flower shop owner muttered are T.S. It seemed to be a verse from a poem by a poet named Eliot.

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- Hurry up. Time to close!

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“Look at this. Isn't it like a spell?"

“It is, but… … It’s not a hopeful attempt, but will the flowers grow well?”(Read more @ hotmtlnovel.xyz)

“It depends on the person who casts the spell. Would you like to see me?”

As the florist started to memorize the order, I could see the flowers planted in small but growing little by little.

Last time I was teaching students, I saw the florist's boss come back to life every time he touched a flower.

'Well, the florist seems to be able to use some magic too.'

It's still subtle, but if you make a spell like that and put your aspirations into it, you might be able to use a striking magic sooner or later.

‘Are you okay?’

She was worried that she might be confused.

Of course, she seems to think of it as her talent now.

If you do one thing for a long time, you will display supernatural abilities, which we often call masters.

But the florist's boss has only been in touch with flowers for a year now.

‘Is it because of the magic forest?’

“Annam, are you going to buy a flowerpot today? Then go down together. You can come back to the playground tomorrow and do it again. It feels like a wasteland when the kids are playing, so I try to plant a lot of flowers whenever I have free time.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea. I'll help sometimes."

We left the playground and headed down.

“But the laundry is so pretty. The world is a bit gloomy. When I first started working at the flower shop, I didn't like the neighborhood very much, but now I like this neighborhood. My mother is very well, but she is still unable to move, so I will continue to take over the florist.”

“You thought well. If you don’t have a boss, who do you hear about flowers?”

“Huh, right? Oh, and the cafe that Mr. Yoo opened was also amazing. I really like the interior. And I think the idea of ​​a traditional pattern used as a symbol is really good.”

“Ah, that was made by the three brothers in the walnut workshop.”

“I heard a story. I'd like to ask for some furniture from our flower shop. I didn’t know there was such a good workshop as I was close.”

"We're getting a lot of inquiries right now, so you'll probably have to wait for your turn."

The flower shop owner touched a flower that stood out to him while he was walking down the town, and each time the flowers came to life and came to life.

“Sir, do you know?”

"What?"

“Every time the boss touches a flower, the flower finds life.”

“Huhuh, Annam-san noticed too. I didn't know it at first either, but a smart student told me about it. Awesome, right?”

“Isn’t it strange?”

“It’s strange. As I continue to touch the flowers, they seem to feel my touch. Otherwise, it cannot be explained.”

"Yeah… … .”

We went down to the florist and briefly greeted the florist's mother, who was taking care of the flowers in a lap blanket.

Sitting in a wheelchair, his movements looked uncomfortable, but he was happy because his complexion looked good.

“I prefer to be at the store rather than at home, so I take them with me these days. Oh, Mr. Annam. What flowers are you going to buy today?”

"I do not know."

Looking at the flowerpots in front of the flower shop, I noticed a sunflower with yellow flowers that had grown long.

“Today, that sunflower stands out.”

And a flower with colorful flowers next to the sunflower caught my eye.

‘That’s a flower I’ve seen a lot, but I don’t know the name.’

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