I’m an Unknown Actress, But Everyone Knows Me - Chapter 259

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Chapter 259

“Please wake up.”

In the dim dawn before sunrise, someone shook Rio awake.

“Ah…”

It was none other than Rio’s nurse. The nurse, who had woken Rio from 4:30, moved busily. She applied French hair oil that had come from across the sea to Rio and also put on pale pink lip rouge.

At the same time, Taeseok was doing delivery work on his bicycle as usual. He deliberately slowed his pedaling near Hanamura’s house.

“…”

Taeseok stopped his bicycle for a moment. Today too, he waited for a while, wondering if there might be a white hand at the end of the wall. Taeseok walked near the wall and peered around.

“Ahem.”

He even made a clearing sound to let her know he was here. But the young girl never came out from beyond the wall again.

Taeseok paced around.

Powder was applied to Rio’s cheeks.

Taeseok looked inside the wall with his hands clasped behind his back for no reason.

Rio changed her clothes.

Taeseok looked up at the brightening sky.

Rio looked at the mirror on her vanity.

Taeseok got back on his bicycle and moved forward, while Rio sat in place.

Rio, wearing a neat blouse and skirt, even put on a sparkling brooch. Rio blinked like a doll. Her expressionless face, devoid of emotion, was delicate and beautiful.

Thud-.

Rio followed behind the nurse who opened the sliding door. Dark, oppressive music played. The heavy bow of a contrabass precariously crossed over the strings.

Though it was weather that made you sweat just standing still, the servants and Rio lined up at the doorway. Hanamura was the king of this place. Everyone bowed in submission to him as he walked over like a ruler.

Exactly 3 seconds. Now Rio could even calculate the time it took for Hanamura to walk toward her. Because she had things to do.

“Have a safe trip.”

Today too, appropriate satisfaction settled in Hanamura’s gaze as he looked at his daughter who had bloomed brightly.

A talking greenhouse flower that I’m raising myself.

After glancing at Rio once, Hanamura left through the door and got into the back of a luxury car.

Only after the black car left the house could everyone straighten their backs.

“For the time being, the master will be leaving at an early hour. The young lady’s wake-up time will also be moved up accordingly, so please go to bed early.”

The nurse beside Rio spoke in a businesslike manner. Rio nodded briefly and looked beyond the wall.

The sun was already rising.

* * *

Taeseok’s day was busy as always. Since Hanamura came to Jinhae, there was even more work.

As if pro-Japanese collaborators were filling the empty spots left by the Japanese who had returned to their homeland, you could often encounter men dressed in suits.

“Damn bastards. I wish they’d all just fall into the sea water and die.”

“Those sons of bitches! How much sweet juice did they suck next to the Japanese to be so shiny and flashy.”

They should have been happy about the increased work. When daily wages went up, they could grab something on the way home. Things like rice cakes for their wives and candy for their children.

But the workers couldn’t be entirely pleased.

“That bastard Hanamura is the problem. He’s bringing in all kinds of Japanese lackeys.”

It was because they knew where their wealth came from.

“…”

Taeseok, who would normally always focus on his own work, also turned his head to look at Hanamura. For several days now, he had been stopping his bicycle in front of the wall.

There were days he went out deliberately earlier, and sometimes he stopped by on his way back after finishing deliveries.

But still, the young girl was nowhere to be seen.

“…”

The fool who didn’t even know that “Josenjing” was a bad word. The fool who didn’t even know her own name properly.

Taeseok, who habitually thought of Rio, tightened his lips. It was at that moment when his lips were stubbornly pressed into a straight line.

His eyes met with Hanamura’s.

Hanamura, wearing a razor-sharp ivory linen shirt, a thin wool blend gray-brown vest over it, a light gray jacket where military cotton material and Japanese tailoring harmonized stylishly, and a dark brown calfskin belt, was a handsome man.

It was worlds apart from the wrinkled, dust-covered clothes of the workers.

“Taeseok! Let’s finish this quickly!”

How long had they been looking at each other? At the worker’s voice calling Taeseok, he bent his back again and lifted the cargo.

The workers standing in a line and moving cargo like a conveyor belt, moving and moving and moving again, were not much different from the servants who had seen Hanamura off inside his house.

Everyone bowed before him.

Hanamura walked past Taeseok with a leisurely gait.

“Interesting. For a Josenjing… not to look away.”

While letting out a small laugh.

* * *

[The Great Garland Gallery]

[Hanamura just needs to get hit once, I’m seriously begging]

(Collection of guns photo.jpg)

One hit!

Yeah (222.35) as a reply

[Fuck, ah, the Gaksital inside me is stirring]

(Japanese flag tearing GIF.gif)

ㅇㅇ(183.88) watching Gaksital oppa

ㄴㅇㅇ(218.333) We haven’t lost anything since our liberation

-Yesterday’s ending was basically just pulling aggro to show this off lololol

[Nothing bad is going to happen later, right..? I’m really anxious]

Like getting caught talking and Taeseok beating up Hanamura really badly in front of Huijae.. ominous feeling

ㅇㅇ(180.75) That looks delicious, I wish there was more blood from the proposition… heh, drooling

ㄴㅇㅇ(337.11) Cry for me, both of you fucking cry for me

ㄴㅇㅇ(12.753) Please do a real romance instead of child acting, pleeeease///

IP 85.152 smiled while looking at the different viewer atmosphere from yesterday.

‘Right. Originally, you have to watch a drama to the end to properly appreciate and enjoy the director’s intentions.’

Criticizing Han Yeoreum after watching only one episode couldn’t be called the proper attitude of a cultured person. IP 85.152 had worked hard all day yesterday writing aggro posts related to 【The Great Garland】 in order to fully enjoy the work.

Of course, it wasn’t for Han Yeoreum. She didn’t like her that tremendously much. This was purely an action for the work.

‘The aesthetic sense is excellent. The set and the background music, the screen composition – there’s nothing to throw away.’

IP 85.152, who felt much more comfortable now that everyone was cursing Hanamura instead of Huijae, analyzed the work with peace of mind.

‘This would be perfect material to make into a musical…’

IP 85.152 recalled cases where successful works had been made into plays and musicals, and unconsciously clasped both hands together as if praying. Just the thought of seeing 【The Great Garland】 on stage made her dizzy.

* * *

Rio stealthily walked into Hanamura’s study. She crouched in front of his bookshelf where only books with glossy spines were selected.

There, leather notebooks were lined up in a row. Rio hesitated and picked up the thinnest notebook. Her secretly stealing hand was full of tension.

“Phew…”

Rio, who had barely managed to steal one notebook, returned to her room with quick steps, holding a fountain pen in one hand. Her heart was pounding, so she placed her white hand on her chest and caught her breath.

Scratch- scratch-.

Rio wrote down her name in the stolen notebook. It was handwriting that showed the worth of being educated by a strict tutor. Rio tore the paper into small pieces.

“Hanamura Rio.”

And she said her name out loud once, as if it felt unfamiliar. Soon it was lunchtime. As always, the same woman came in carrying a meal tray.

“Since the young lady has been eating well lately, I increased the portion a bit, but if you get full while eating, just leave it-.”

She kept talking to Rio even though she didn’t know that Rio could properly understand. She could feel that the woman had been taking even more care of her since she said she was Korean. Rio suddenly held out a piece of paper to the woman who was explaining about the meal tray with gestures.

“What’s this? Oh my. Your handwriting is so neat.”

Rio smiled brightly at the admiring woman and pointed to herself with her index finger.

“Me. Hanamura Rio.”

“This is the young lady’s name? Even your name is pretty-.”

“Me. Korean person. This.”

“Huh?”

Rio continued to point at the paper, saying it was her name. The woman, who hadn’t understood several times, now nodded as if she finally got it.

“You’re asking how to read this in Korean? That’s what you’re curious about?”

Rio, thinking the woman had understood her meaning, nodded quickly.

“Gunggeun? Gumgeum? Gunggeung? So…”

Rio, speaking in a small voice, looked a little embarrassed.

She knew almost nothing of the Joseon language, making her feel like a fool. Rio, who had been looking down worried that the woman might find her frustrating and dislike her, stole a glance to gauge her reaction.

“I actually can’t read… So, I’ll go ask someone and teach you tomorrow.”

The woman was just as embarrassed. She was illiterate. To pay the tribute demanded by the Japanese police, she worked from dawn to dusk. No matter how neatly Rio wrote her name, there was no way she could read it.

“Can’t my name be read in Joseon? Is it a name that doesn’t exist in Joseon? Does it only exist in Japanese?”

Rio, unaware of the circumstances, asked once more, and the red-faced woman smiled awkwardly while pointing outside the door.

“I’ll quickly go out and ask! Tomorrow! I’ll teach you!”

Though she spoke each word with emphasis, Rio couldn’t understand. It sounded like she was busy and needed to go out quickly. Rio nodded with a dejected expression.

“Please enjoy your meal…”

Rio, who had become dejected in front of the dining table, eventually pushed away the meal after eating less than half. Food eaten alone had no taste.

“Director! It worked! It worked!”

“What worked?”

“First love!”

This was Jinhae. The filming set of 【The Great Garland】.

Because it had grown chilly at night, heaters were placed throughout the filming set. The heaters dimly illuminating the night glowed crimson.

“The atmosphere right now is no joke. Damn, everyone’s going crazy!”

The staff of 【The Great Garland】 smiled brightly as soon as episode 1 was released yesterday. They smiled contentedly while watching the angry viewers, their grins refusing to fade.

They knew that intense anger would soon turn into passionate love.

Before long, the public was treating Huijae as their precious child. It was thanks to Korea’s unique culture that remained. From the moment she said she too was a Joseon person, Huijae became a ‘kkakdugi’ – the collaborator’s daughter but also a Joseon person.

It was okay to make mistakes. It was okay to be clumsy. Our Huijae was kkakdugi. The Joseon people could include her among them as much as they wanted.

-Ah fuck, Heejae, let’s eat…ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

-ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ Hijae ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ I’m crying so hard

-Even his father, who should be closest to him, and even the nanny who came with him from Japan, they absolutely refuse to show any affection to Huijae.. They don’t even speak unless it’s necessary ㅜㅜㅜㅜ That’s why Huijae seems to cling even more to human connections and affection. His basic stance used to be avoiding eye contact all the time, but with the servants he consistently makes eye contact first..

“What’s so surprising about something so obvious.”

Director Ja was indifferent. To him, it was natural. That Han Yeoreum’s acting ability would change people’s hearts in just the 30 minutes between episodes 1 and 2 airing.

“There are still 30 minutes left.”

The moment Director Ja was anticipating had not yet come.

The scene where everyone would want to dedicate their lives to acting ability, just like Gi Taeseok.

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