Chapter 30

Chapter 30

The effectiveness of ginger tea is unleashed during the winter. It blocks the cold wind like a mothers touch, leaving a deep, lingering taste that warms the body and wards off colds and lingering illnesses. How much of it did I consume during my hungry and struggling days on movie sets?

Hyung, this tea is so sweet and bitter. Its very appetizing.

The sound of setting down the teacup was clear and crisp.

Drinking ginger tea at your place this winter reminds me of the old days. Its been several decades since we first filmed together at Mount Jiri. You scolded me so much for my poor acting back then. Do you remember how frustrated I was? I acted according to what I had learned in school and experienced on set, but you kept making me do retakes.

Why are you bringing up that story all of a sudden?

In the end, didnt you even come to my house to put me to sleep? I have never seen a director who would go so far as to fix the acting of a rookie like me. Its been decades, but I still remember the taste of the ginger tea you used to make.

A faint smile appeared on Baek Janghuns wrinkled lips.

Is Jang Yeongguk, the child actor, also such an actor?

What do you mean?

Is he an actor worth your affection?

Baek Janghun simply sipped his tea silently.

Since youre not saying anything, I guess its true.

Why would someone like you be jealous?

Isnt it obvious? Are there any other actors in Korea besides me whom you have personally taught and guided? Let me cut to the chase and ask just one question. Between young Ahn Junghyeon and child actor Jang Yeongguk, who is more attractive?

Baek Janghun looked at the middle-aged man sitting across from him. Although they were of different ages, they were close friends who had shared the ups and downs of their many years together on movie sets. The once-runny-nosed rookie actor had become a respected national actor.

Youve seen the indie film that screened at the Busan International Film Festival, havent you? The one with that child as the lead.

Yes, I saw it. Thats why Im asking. Im curious about how good young Ahn Junghyeon was.

If you were a young sprout that grew in the fertile soil of movie sets, he would be a sprout that grew in a barren wasteland. While you have already blossomed and spread your petals, no one knows how he will grow in the future. He may wither before sprouting, lose his petals, or break midway. But thats what I would say.

Baek Janghun put down his teacup and answered.

Wildflowers are nicer.

* * *

Daegwol (Grand Mansion).

This word succinctly describes the residence of director Baek Janghun. As if visiting a classic house with a long courtyard, frost had piled up on the elongated roof tiles. In the winter, the old pine tree proudly spread its gnarled branches, giving off the feeling of stepping into an oriental painting. A lovely stone staircase guided the way between the yellow ripe lawns. The housemaid greeted me with a bright smile.

Does the tea suit your taste? Should I prepare something else?

Ginger tea, which I drank so diligently during my past life when I had a cold, fearing that my throat might be blocked.

Yes, its very delicious.

I was worried if it would not suit a childs taste, but seeing you drink it so well, my worries were unfounded.

While sipping the tea, I looked at director Baek Janghun and the other man sitting at the table. Never would I have expected him to be here.

Ahn Junghyeon!

I chose this thermal outerwear after much consideration. Do you like it?

Yes, the lining is so nice that I dont think Ill catch a cold this winter.

Right? Its cold standing up, so come over here.

Its a brazier. They say a winter brazier is better than any leather. The warmth from the small brazier, which looked like it belonged to an antique shop, filled the living room. As I looked around, the traditional furniture and the mansions exterior seemed to reflect Director Baek Janghuns taste.

Tock tock tock.

Chestnuts that had been gathered in the fall were roasting in a pan, revealing their green insides as they jumped. I ate many of them when I was young, but I had forgotten about them as chestnut trees gradually disappeared from the streets.

Grandpa, please have some too.

I pick up a nicely roasted chestnut with chopsticks and hand it to Director Baek Janghun. He ate it in one bite with a smile like a kind-hearted grandpa. Just then, small snowflakes started to fall in the wide garden.

Yeongguk, take a look at this.

Its a thick script, handwritten without the use of a typewriter. It looked more like a diary filled with memories than a script, as it had been written and erased repetitively. As I flipped through the pages, my throat tightened, and my eyes welled up with tears.

What is this?

This is a script I came across in my past life. Its the last script that was made public under Baek Janghuns name. Unfortunately, he didnt have the strength to film it, so it was never made into a movie. Has this script existed all this time? The traces of age on it cant be explained by just one or two years. How much time has passed?

This is a script Ive cherished for a long time. I just couldnt find the right actor. It was so frustrating. I had the script but couldnt make it into a movie. Yeongguk, you set a condition for me, didnt you?

Grandpa, even so, for me to appear in this script

I know, the age range doesnt match. The protagonist in the script is a young man. Thats why Im saying this. If you continue your path as an actor, try to become the protagonist in this script. Of course, if your acting doesnt catch up by then, theres nothing we can do about it. How does it sound? Are you interested?

Gulp.

My throat tightened involuntarily. It would be a lie to say I was not interested. In my past life, I yearned so much to have been in one of Director Baek Janghuns films. But what could I do if he already passed away? Besides, this script was where Director Baek Janghun poured his passion. Even a small role in it would have been great. Although its a story from the distant future, Director Baek Janghun was already smiling as if he heard my answer.

Yeongguk, what do you think about acting?

Acting?

Yes, I want to hear your thoughts. Ive spent my whole life watching movies, but defining what a movie is still difficult for me. Since youre walking the path of an actor, Im curious about your perspective on acting.

There could be no end to acting. It existed because of the actors desire. Thats what Jang Yeongguk thought as someone who was obsessed with acting. But what if the desire was placed elsewhere? Was there anything more enjoyable than a journey where you dont seek results, like a stranger looking for paradise? Theres only one word that encompasses all of this.

A journey.

A journey?

I think of becoming an actor as a journey. A traveler who constantly explores an endless path. I think its the same for actors. Each moment of delivering a line is precious. So precious that I dont want to see the end.

Wasnt the path of an actor about capturing the joy and sorrow of life in a single line of dialogue rather than finding the end of acting? Grandpas eyes twinkled strangely as if he heard an unexpected answer. Underneath the warmth of the brazier, the first snow fell. Grandpa spoke softly to the falling snow.

Then this winter must be quite a happy one, Yeongguk, since I can travel with you.

[1] Pocha is a tented food cart or street food stall, usually serving alcoholic drinks and simple Korean dishes.



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