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I groaned and suffered for two days like an exhausted person.

I felt like I shouldn’t say it was an aftereffect, so I told my mom that I just had body aches.

Mom clicked her tongue, but didn’t say much.

Who is my mother that she wouldn’t notice my lies?

He reluctantly turned a blind eye to this film, knowing it would be his last.

‘It’s not easy to get into a movie.’

My body returned to normal, but my emotions did not.

The killer who brought me here to play with emotion didn’t let me go easily.

I was overcome with the urge to kick the dog that barked at me, and I was disgusted by the hand of the neighborhood lady who stroked my head, saying I was cute.

The emotional aftereffects of the experience left me feeling like I was going crazy for nearly two weeks.

I’ve heard that there are actors who get so immersed in their roles that they suffer from social phobia or delusions of persecution, and when I actually experienced it, I found that it was quite understandable.

Fortunately, all my scenes ended with the performance scene, so I was able to relax and let go.

Of course, the fate of the film wasn’t completely out of my hands.

Because the controversy over child abuse that the future predictions have shown must be resolved.

If you can’t block this properly, you won’t be able to get a proper evaluation even if you take good pictures.

“Want to join me in volunteering?”

“Yes. My mom said I should live by helping others. I want to help what my senior is doing.”

“Your mother is right. Then, let’s go to the daycare together this weekend.”

I did volunteer work following actress Ko Eun-hye.

My mom also went with me to help out at the daycare center and filmed the video.

These scenes will be of great help later on when clearing up misunderstandings.

“I went to the daycare on Saturday and couldn’t call you.”

“What is a daycare center?”

A question mark appeared above Eugene and Sora’s heads.

“It’s a place where children without mothers or fathers are brought in and raised.”

“What are you doing there?”

“My mom and senior clean and cook, but I just play with the kids.”

“I want to go and play too.”

Next week, Eugene and Sora also came along, creating a festival of talent.

“It’s the first time I’ve seen Eugene and Sora follow a boy like that. Eugene is very proud and Sora is very shy, so most guys can’t get close to her.”

Actress Ko Eun-hye looked at the three of them sticking together with a curious expression.

“Hajin’s mother must be happy. Not only is her face pretty, but those two won’t be like that just because they’re handsome… What kind of charm do they have?”

“That’s right. They’re more than enough for Hajin, so why are they like that… .”

Song Mi-young was also amazed.

I never imagined I would be in the entertainment industry, but at some point, I started seeing only people from that industry around my son.

He feels like he’s dying from the burden, but his son makes everyone, young and old, take his side.

I am often surprised by his friendliness and manners that are unusual for a 6-year-old.

Sometimes I wonder if he is really my son.

‘I wonder what the child will become when he grows up.’

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While collecting footage of actress Ko Eun-hye, post-production on the film progressed smoothly.

“How is it? Did it come out well? You were talking to that guy when we were filming.”

CG was added to the scene where I meet a ghost.

It wasn’t on a level comparable to the CG I’d seen in my past life, but it was more realistic than I expected.

What surprised me was not the level of CG, but because it looked exactly like the ghost I saw in the script.

‘You really are pulled from the future. It’s exactly the same as what I saw back then.’

I was once again amazed by the ability to foresee the future that transcended time and space.

*****

“Take it.”

Eugene hands over the card.

I felt a sense of uneasiness.

“What is this?”

“It’s March.”

ah.

It’s Eugene’s birthday.

Sora also received a birthday card.

With less than a month left until she leaves for America, Sora, who used to cry every time she saw me and Eugene, smiled for the first time in a long time.

“Please come since I called you.”

huh?

Eugene, who likes fancy things, bragged that many people came to celebrate her birthday.

But this year, the three of us are getting together to have a birthday party.

I wondered what kind of party it was with the three of them together, but I didn’t say anything because I thought there must be a reason.

Maybe Sora is worried and doesn’t call the others.

‘You always talk about your rival, but you actually take care of him.’

“Hajin, sing a song next year. I want to hear it in a place with lots of people.”

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King~

“Eww!”

I was grabbed by a dog bigger than me at the entrance to the villa.

He was wagging his tail and trying to lick me.

I like dogs, but one this size is too much for me.

“Nurungji. Come on!”

When Eugene calls, he runs quickly and stays by her side.

He is a well-trained dog.

“Nurungji?”

“My dad gave it that name. They say it’s hard rice, but I haven’t tried it.”

I guess it was named that way because of its fur color.

By the way, you haven’t tried that delicious thing?

In my previous life, I would make it and eat it on purpose whenever I thought of it.

“Come on, guys.”

“Hello.”

Eugene’s mother welcomed her warmly.

Since they came in a car driven by Manager Sora, the only adult present was Eugene’s mother.

As we went inside, he said he would come pick me up later and went outside.

The three of us were left alone in the large villa.

“Last year, there were 100 guests.”

Eugene can’t count beyond 100.

Anyway, it means that there have been a lot of people.

“But this year, I only invited you.”

“Why did you do that? You like people around you.”

“If Sora goes, we can’t stay together like this. Today, the three of us wanted to play, so I told other people not to come.”

‘Why does this arrogant person have such strange thoughts?’

“Keeing… Sobbing.”

As soon as she heard this, Sora’s cry button turned on.

Why are you crying when you called me on my birthday!

“Ugh, I don’t want to go.”

“Don’t cry… Sob, euaaaah.”

The sound became stereo as cries erupted from both sides.

In another sense, I feel like crying.

“If you keep crying, I’ll go.”

Stop.

Stop.

The effect is certain.

“Sora, if you cry, you become ugly. I like pretty Sora. So don’t cry until you leave today.”

“Ugh, ugh… I won’t cry. Don’t say… I’m ugly.”

“You’re pretty if you don’t cry.”

Her expression softens when I tell her she’s pretty.

This is a panacea for Sora.

“Eugene, are you going to America?”

“Oh, no!”

“Then don’t cry. Only people going to America can cry. I don’t cry either.”

I nod my head and sniffle at the three-stage argument that doesn’t even make sense.

A child is a child after all.

When I looked at Ireland, it was full of foods that kids would love.

I guess they called a catering service.

“I’m hungry. Can I eat that?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too… I’m hungry.”

As if it were the Last Supper, I sat in the middle, and the two apostles took their places on either side of me.

The aftereffects of crying lingered on her face, and the surroundings were quiet, so there was no need for a separate communion.

I felt like this wasn’t the right thing to do on what should have been a happy birthday, so I quickly cleaned it up.

“Wait. I’ll get it for you.”

He said, getting up from the table.

When I said I would serve him, he sat down without saying a word.

Eugene, who loves meat and sweets, has steak, bulgogi, and various desserts on his plate.

Sora loves pasta, fruit and vegetables, so her plate is filled with fruit and salad.

After talking to each other for a few months, we got to know each other very well, what we both liked and disliked.

“Let’s eat. I’m hungry.”

“I only brought what I like.”

“Mine too… .”

“I told you everything when I called. Put your fork in quickly.”

It wasn’t enough kindness to cover up the sadness of the breakup, but it was enough to change the mood.

A six-year-old’s chatter rose above the delicious food.

“This is a birthday present.”

“What is it?”

“Hairpin. It’s your favorite blue.”

I envied Sora for wearing the hairpin I bought her.

There’s no way a rich girl wouldn’t be able to afford a hairpin like that.

You want the hairpin I bought you.

“Hmm hmm… Thank you.”

He pretends to be generous, but his eyes are filled with excitement.

I guess she liked it because she put it right on her head.

“This is… my gift.”

Sora was a doll dancing on top of a jewel box.

Looking at the elaborate design, it seemed like it wasn’t an ordinary item.

Looks like director Han Jae-ryong put in some effort.

From then on, it was always do-it-yourself time.

I drew an impromptu portrait of Sora as a model, and we played the piano and took turns singing our favorite songs.

As the three chattered together, a smile broke out on the gloomy face.

“Call me from the US. I’ll be sure to pick up if I’m not sleeping.”

“I wish we could talk face to face. If I go to America, we won’t be able to meet like we do now.”

It’s so inconvenient without a smartphone.

Just wait five years. The guy in the turtleneck is going to cause trouble.

Our chatter, which marked the end of our childhood, continued until Eugene’s mother returned home.

*****

영화 평론가 진소희에게 김시운 감독은 영화감독도 뭐도 아닌, 발정 난 개새끼였다.

He is a crazy guy who is proud of ‘dirty’ modifiers like ‘the mise-en-scène is gorgeous’, ‘the filming movements are dynamic’, and ‘the film highlights the actress’s beauty’.

He is just a pervert with a severely twisted view of women who somehow makes women suffer.

‘This kid is the next generation of Chungmuro.’

It’s crazy because every movie that comes out is trying to kill two birds with one stone: ratings and box office success.

Even though people keep criticizing the film as a movie made because the director wanted to be cheap, a crazy movie that glorifies sexual crimes, and a director who is obsessed with portraying women as inferior, its popularity remains unwavering.

Rather, he was criticized as a critic with a narrow perspective.

‘How can I control this kid?’

Then I heard news of a new work.

It’s a story about a pianist who kills people.

The main character looks like that, so no one would think he’s a pervert.

‘This time, definitely….’

Jin So-hee, who firmly believed that she was an awakened intellectual, was burning with fighting spirit.