“Ah, it changed like this.”
As if playing a game of finding hidden pictures, the gaze carefully swept down the living room scenery, occasionally pausing.
The art team arranged props that weren’t originally in Jun’s house. Each time I tried to lightly scan down to find them, I found myself pulling my head back several times. Overall, there were quaint props that added to the calm and warm atmosphere characteristic of this space.
Next to the living room door hung a faded small calendar, and in the empty right corner of the living room, which used to be plain, there was a sophisticated brown tea set.
The modern-looking table that had been placed in the center of the living room since I did a homestay here nine years ago had been replaced with a round and low dining table with an old-fashioned feel, painted with lacquer all around.
The script written by Jun and me might have been filled with dry characters without any color. However, I couldn’t help but admire the direction that brought the calm and warm atmosphere of an old house suitable for a rural seaside village into the house, just by looking at that script.
“Writer! Oh, Director Kim, hello. Did you just arrive?”
In a busy place with footsteps of staff members moving around every corner, it was at that moment when I stood still for a moment. Mijeong recognized us from upstairs and quickly came down the stairs, greeting us brightly.
“Yeah, just now. But did we really find the right house? The house is so beautiful.”
“Yes, it’s very pretty. Originally, when I saw the first pictures, it felt like an old house with only necessary items brought in. It has a unique subtle atmosphere, but it’s not overly sophisticated.”
“I didn’t know you disliked it so much.”
Jun, who had been listening silently, slipped in a subtly teasing remark. Without paying much attention, he smoothly played along with Mijeong. I felt the same way, so I played along.
“Right. For a Japanese house, it’s really spacious, and the sunlight is good. There are many places to decorate, and it would be even prettier if you did.”
“Sorry for the plain house. I didn’t know that I would intrude on a house like that.”
Even though we decided not to reveal our relationship on set, what was the point of acting so recklessly even before the shooting started? With a gaze that mixed irritation and worry, I looked up at Jun.
Seeing me giving a strong look, Jun smiled as if knowing what he wanted to say.
“It seems like you have something to say. I also told her to listen to you like, ‘Listen to the writer.’ And, when I was twenty, I intruded a lot. To this writer. It was just a joke in that context, so don’t worry about it.”
With a radiant smile that seemed to say, “When did that happen?” Jun spoke. It felt mischievous. Creating a fuss about it and then resolving it all by himself.
“I heard that the two of you haven’t had any interaction since you were twenty. Since this is the first meeting in nine years before entering the movie shoot this time, I thought you might be a bit awkward with each other. But it doesn’t seem to be the case.”
An unsentimental smile, not a speculative one, delicately lingered on Mijeong’s lips.
“Yeah, well. Moderately.”
It was a circumspect response to avoid exaggerated reactions, but glancing at Jun, who subtly observed me with a poker face, seemed rather awkward to just listen and remain silent in such an unsuitable situation.
Mijeong, with a nonchalant grin, briefly conveyed the situation at the shooting location to me.
“The art team came early yesterday morning and started working. As you know, Writer, initially, the plan was to make the most of the actual household items. Because the movie shooting location is not a set but the actual house of the movie protagonists.”
“Yes, so I heard. You wanted to use the original decorations as much as possible.”
“Yes, that’s what I knew. However, while sorting the shooting list, she kept adding more items she wanted and getting greedy. So, she has been working continuously until now.”
“That’s true, but now that I see it, did the house feel too plain to you?”
The words I just said bothered me, and with a creak, I raised my head. Jun, who decided to take an indifferent route, was checking the changed places with his eyes. Looking at Mijeong with a relieved face, I spoke.
“The art team has been working hard since yesterday. And we just slept so well without knowing it. I’m sorry about that. Um…”
“Anyway, that hardship will soon be passed on to our shooting team, right?”
“Well, that’s true. It’s not the time to worry about the art team.”
Mijeong’s laughter floated gently toward my face. Her face, full of anticipation for everything she would experience on the set from now on, made the smile on my face gradually grow larger with the just-drawn smile above my face.
Then, from somewhere indistinguishable, the sound of fast footsteps could be heard. I raised my head and looked around.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
