assistirfilmes At the wrap party in Chapter 49, some people got drunk and some got sober.
At the wrap party in Chapter 49, some people got drunk and some got sober.
Saturday, 6 p.m.
The last scene of the last eight episodes was filmed at 5:30 pm. When the director yelled "Wrap!", Chae Soo-bin stood in the center of the set, still clutching the script in her hand, stunned for a long time.
"Is that all?" she asked Su Yu.
"It's over."
"Sixteen episodes, all filmed?"
"Filming is finished."
She lowered her head, looking at the well-worn script in her hand. The cover bore the words "An Gao En," written by herself in crooked, childlike handwriting.
"Su Yu".
"Um."
"I can't bear to part with it." Her voice was a little muffled.
Su Yu reached out and snatched the script from her hand. "Keep it if you can't bear to part with it. This is yours, not the production crew's."
She didn't speak. Yoon Shi-yoon walked over, holding the black jacket he'd worn all season. He folded it neatly and put it in the bag, his movements slow.
"Filming is finished," he said.
"Mm," Su Yu said.
When will you start writing the next season?
Su Yu glanced at him. "Finish this season first."
Yoon Shi-yoon's lips twitched slightly, and he left.
The wrap party was at 7 p.m.
The film crew booked a barbecue restaurant. Three long tables were pushed together and piled high with pork belly, beef ribs, soju, and beer. The director was the first to raise his glass, expressing his gratitude and saying it was the most enjoyable film he had ever made. Then it was Su Yu's turn to speak.
Su Yu stood up, holding a glass of liquor, and looked at everyone at the table. "There's not much to say. The filming is finished, but the money hasn't arrived yet. Thank you all for your hard work."
There was a moment of silence, then burst into laughter. The director laughed so hard he was doubled over, saying, "With a boss this stingy, who would dare work with you next time?" As Su Yu sat down, Cai Xiubin kicked him under the table.
"Can't you say something touching?" she whispered.
"Touching moments can't put food on the table."
"You're really something..."
"Really?"
"She's hopeless." She rolled her eyes, but a smile played on her lips.
After a few rounds of drinks, the atmosphere warmed up. Some people started singing, some started dancing, and one person even cried while hugging a bottle of liquor—it was the production assistant, who said this was the last film crew he would be working for, and he would be retiring next month. Cai Xiubin sat next to Su Yu, drank two glasses of soju, and his face was as red as a ripe persimmon.
"Oppa".
"Um."
I feel a little dizzy.
"Serves you right. Who told you to drink so fast?"
She rested her head on his shoulder. "Oppa, you said Ahn Go-eun finished filming, what about Chae Soo-bin?"
Su Yu looked down at her. Her eyes were half-open, and her eyelashes cast a small shadow under the light.
"Cai Xiubin is waiting for the next script."
When will you start writing the next script?
"I don't know. Maybe tomorrow, maybe next month."
"Then hurry up and write it." She reached out and poked his chest. "I'm waiting."
Su Yu took her hand. "I understand."
At 9 p.m., Shirley sent a message.
Oppa, filming has wrapped up?
Su Yu glanced at her phone and replied with a single word: 【Mm】
Are you having a get-together?
[A barbecue restaurant.]
Eat and drink well. Don't drink too much; you can't hold your liquor.
Su Yu looked at the words, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. 【How do you know I can't hold my liquor?】
[Last time you drank half a bottle of liquor in front of me and started talking nonsense.]
Su Yu thought about it and realized that there was such a thing. It was when he was working at a convenience store that Shirley brought him soju and fried chicken. He drank half a bottle and then started saying, "This is how my life is going to be."
That was before. Now I can hold my liquor better.
[It's a lie.]
Su Yu didn't reply.
The wrap party ended at 11 p.m.
Cai Xiubin was so drunk she could barely stand, clinging to Su Yu, mumbling incoherently. Yin Shiyun walked over and glanced at her.
"You'll take her home?"
"Um."
"Okay. I'm leaving now." Yoon Shi-yoon put on the black jacket, walked to the door, stopped, and said, "Su Yu."
"Um."
"Thank you for letting me play Jin Daoqi."
Su Yu looked at him. "It's because you acted well."
Yoon Shi-yoon didn't reply, but pushed open the door and went out. The alley was dark, and his figure swayed a few times under the streetlights before turning a corner and disappearing.
Su Yu helped Cai Xiubin out of the barbecue restaurant. A night breeze blew, and she shivered, snuggling into his arms.
"Cold?" Su Yu asked.
"It's cold," she said, her voice muffled.
Su Yu took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders. She wrapped it tightly around herself, buried her nose in the collar, and took a deep breath.
"Oppa".
"Um."
"Your clothes smell like you."
"What does it taste like?"
I can't describe it. It's just your taste.
Su Yu didn't reply. The two walked on the empty street, the streetlights casting long shadows. She walked slowly, swaying with each step, like a penguin.
"Oppa".
"Um."
"When you said at the wrap party today that 'the money hasn't arrived yet,' were you serious or joking?"
"Half-seriously."
"And what about the other half?"
"Just kidding."
She laughed. "Oppa, you never talk like that."
"Serious people can't write screenplays."
"So you're admitting you're not serious?"
"I admit that I am a screenwriter."
She laughed even harder, her whole body shaking with laughter. Su Yu held her shoulders, afraid she would fall.
At midnight, Su Yu dropped her off at her doorstep.
She stood at the door, clutching the key in her hand, but didn't open it.
"Oppa".
"Um."
"Filming wrapped up today."
"You've said it several times."
"Because..." she looked up at him, "because I don't want it to end."
Su Yu reached out and tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. "It won't end. The show will finish airing, but An Gaoen won't die. Neither will you."
She stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed him. Quickly, lightly, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
"Goodnight, Oppa." She turned around, opened the door, and went inside.
Su Yu stood at the door and heard her mother's voice from inside: "Why did you drink so much? Didn't Su Yu bring you up?"
"Mom! He delivered it! It's downstairs!"
"Then why don't you come up and sit down?"
"mom!!!"
Su Yu's lips twitched slightly, then he turned and went downstairs.
At 12:40 a.m., Su Yu returned to the semi-basement.
He pushed open the door and went inside. Water was still dripping from the ceiling. Drip, drip. He took off his shoes, walked to the bed, and lay down. The black rubber band was still under the pillow. He picked it up and wrapped it around his finger.
My phone lit up. Cai Xiubin had sent me a message.
Oppa, are you home yet?
【arrive.】
Oppa, please don't take what I said when I was drunk today seriously.
[What phrases?]
[It's just... saying I want you to write the script soon.]
Was that just drunken talk?
[...half and half.]
Su Yu looked at the screen and smiled.
What is the other half?
[The other half is telling the truth.]
Which half?
She didn't reply. After a while, she sent a voice message. Su Yu opened it; her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid her mother in the next room would hear.
"I want you to write the script quickly. Not because I'm waiting to act in it. It's because I want to see your handwriting. Every page you write has the warmth of your hands."
Su Yu listened to it twice. She placed the phone next to her pillow and closed her eyes.