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Wet heart, spinning in the laundromat
Dry it fluffy and go.

Milliroad became a #1 bestseller in its first week of serialization! Due to overwhelming reader demand, the book is now available in paperback.

“These warm greetings and greetings, spread out in a familiar, ordinary space, are like an everyday fantasy of reciting a spell of happiness.
The comfort and support we receive from each other in this small laundry room are small, but beautiful and dazzling, and like old laundry drying refreshingly, they wash away the old grime in my heart and dry my wrinkles as I read.
A novel that offers a warm consolation at the end of a bleak life.
“I will take this book out and read it again and again whenever my skin needs warmth.”
- Cheon Seon-ran (novelist)

Binggul Binggul Laundry, located in an alley in Yeonnam-dong.
There is a strange diary there.
While someone is waiting for their laundry to be done, someone else reads their nitpicking worries seriously and leaves a reply.
In this way, people who come to the laundromat become both the protagonists of their problems and the problem solvers.
Just through analog communication in rough handwriting, we comfort each other.

The laundry room, which has become a popular gathering place in Yeonnam-dong, is a place where people gather, comfort is shared, and stories of each person gather to share the feeling of living together.
Like a freshly dried blanket, this is your very own 'Yeonnam-dong Binggul Binggul Laundry', where you can feel the warmth and cozy affection.

As I was crossing the small crosswalk leading to the park, a young lady coming out of the laundromat with a load of laundry caught my eye.
Everyone was walking with expressionless faces, earphones in their ears and looking at their phones, but the girl was smiling brightly.
As if he had attained some kind of enlightenment.
Mr. Jang went to the laundromat where the young lady came out.

Yeonnam-dong Binggul Binggul Laundry Room.
It was a sign with a neat and emotional font.
Above it, yellow halogen lights were cozyly illuminating each letter.
The front of the store was made of glass from the top up to about waist height, allowing a good view of the inside, and the lower part was made of bricks in a light mix of ivory and gray, giving a comfortable yet neat feeling.
The spring sunlight was shining deep into the room where the large washing machine was spinning.
A coffee machine sat on a wooden table by the window, and books were placed on a low bookshelf along one wall.
“The laundromat is like a library or a cafe.
The world has really become a better place.
Right, Jindol?”
Instead of answering, Jindol wagged his tail.
---「1.
From "Try Knocking on the Tomato Pot"

Mr. Jang couldn't sleep because of the smell that came up every time he tossed and turned.
Suddenly, the image of the Binggul Binggul Laundry in Yeonnam-dong, which is open 24 hours a day, flashed through my mind.
I got up from my seat and made myself sleep.
Because it was a single-size blanket, it fit comfortably in the kimchi plastic bag.
Mr. Jang walked to the laundromat with Jindol.
As it was approaching eleven o'clock, Yeonnam-dong was bustling with people, more so than during the day.
They say that drinking alcohol is a matter of strength.
Now, Mr. Jang, who could not even drink two glasses of Cheongju, envied the energy of the young people who sat on the bare ground with nothing on the grass and drank beer.
Jindol walked along beside Jang Yeong-gam's feet, keeping pace with his pace.
The two quickly arrived in front of the Binggul Binggul Laundry in Yeonnam-dong.
I was about to tie Jindo up for a moment in a spot visible from the window, but I noticed a sign that said, “Pets allowed,” so I went in with him.

Mr. Jang looked into the usage.
It was written in large letters and detailed enough for the elderly to use without difficulty.
Mr. Jang put a quilt that smelled like urine in the washing machine.
I also put two sheets of fabric softener in the dryer, which has the signature scent of this place.
Mr. Jang, who had tied the rope to the door, headed to the bookshelf.
I tried to choose something worth reading, but there wasn't anything that really caught my eye.
So I sat down at the table in front of the window empty-handed.
Sitting at the wooden table and looking out the window, the view of the park past eleven at night was interesting.

“That all becomes a memory.
Isn't that right, Jindol? Time can't be turned back with money, and youth can't be returned even with a billion dollars."
Jindo, who had been sitting quietly, wagged his tail as if answering.
“How great it would be if you could speak…….”
Mr. Jang looked out the window and then turned his gaze to the lime green diary on the table.
I was about to put it away in a corner, wondering if someone had left it there, but upon closer inspection, it looked like it had been handled by several people.
Young Master Jang opened the diary out of curiosity.

In the corner of the first page, it was written clearly: “A world where everyone can stretch out their legs and sleep comfortably.”
Judging by the fact that the pen tip scratched the back of the page, it seemed like he had used a lot of force when writing.
It had a lime green cover and was different from other diaries that contained the trivial details of daily life.
A red star was drawn on the annual calendar, which allowed one to see the year at a glance.
'November 25th.
What day is it? Christmas is December 25th, but is that actually the owner's birthday?
---「1.
From "Tap on the tomato pot"

The diary contained the worries, big and small, of many people.
I don't want to live.
Why is life so hard?
There were many posts with replies from people, but my hand suddenly stopped at this post.
No one wrote anything under this article.
Is it that you don't want to carelessly meddle in or interfere with someone's life or death?
After much thought, Mr. Jang picked up the pen on the table.
And I wrote each and every letter with care.
(…)
After finishing writing in neat cursive, Jang Yeong-gang put down his pen.
Before I knew it, even the dryer that I had started in the middle of the process was finished.
'I really hope this helps this person... ... .'
Mr. Jang got up from his seat, opened the dryer, and took out the blanket.
I buried my nose in the blanket, feeling as if even the musty old man smell that I had been feeling without realizing it had completely disappeared.
I had a feeling I'd be coming here often.
Mr. Jang put the blanket in the plastic bag he had brought and held Jindol's chest strap.
---「1.
From "Try Knocking on the Tomato Pot"

As I wrote it down, I felt helpless, as if I had lost myself.
The thought that there was no hope for living like this lingered in my mind.
Mira lived fiercely, without fail, every single day, like a washing machine spinning tirelessly behind her.
When I was a virgin, I was busy with work, but after becoming a mother, I was busy with raising children.
But now that I couldn't make a name for myself anywhere, I felt sorry for myself, like a broken washing machine that was treated like a rattling piece of junk at home.
Even though I tilted my head back and looked at the ceiling, the tears wouldn't stop.
Even though I took a deep breath and swallowed hard, it wasn't enough to hold back the hot tears.
---「1.
From "Try Knocking on the Tomato Pot"

Everyone has left work and only Yeoreum and Kyunghee remain.
Kyunghee stood in front of the summer desk.
“There are days that are hard to swallow.
Then just spit it out.
There's no need to swallow something so bitter.
“My heart is full, summer.”
Kyunghee rubbed Yeoreum's shoulder with a warm hand and went into the room.
Summer, who had been keeping her mouth shut, sat up.
Although no one asked me to, I decided to wash the white curtains hanging in the living room.
While pulling out the curtain, I got pricked by a pin and a drop of red blood fell, but I bit my ring finger and went outside.

Yeonnam-dong was refreshing today too.
When I came out of the studio and looked around, I saw people enjoying dates walking around the park, some holding small bouquets of flowers, and an elderly gentleman enjoying a walk with a white Jindo dog.
There were smiles on people's faces.
'Tch, everyone is happy except me.
This time, I thought I would get a call from the broadcasting station… … .’ Tears welled up in Yeoreum’s eyes, but she looked ahead and walked bravely.
In one hand, I hold a curtain neatly folded in an eco bag.
I feel this every time, but when I go into the Binggul Binggul Laundry in Yeonnam-dong, I feel much better because of the comfortable and subtle cotton scent, similar to the scent of lavender.
(…)

I felt sad for no reason as I watched the laughter of people passing by outside the window.
'They say that drama writers should love people and write about people, but I guess I still have a long way to go.
There is still so much of me inside me.
'Yes.' Summer looked into the sky with sad eyes.
It was miserable.
I worked as an assistant writer for five years, but my junior, who started writing less than two years ago, was selected first… … .
I was also ashamed of my own shallow jealousy that prevented me from sincerely congratulating him.
---「2.
From "A Midsummer's Romance"

Hajun, who had been in a good mood, brought a light green diary closer.
Hajun wrote a reply to the person who wrote the song selection fairy in the song selection question he had written.

Some summers are vibrant.
Another exciting summer.
But summer is cruel to me too.
Seoul's tropical nights are unbearably hot and stinging, and sleepless, making me feel lost, like a blue fish living in cold water, unaware of its place in a flashy city.
But thanks to the song selection fairy, yesterday I was able to sing a song that I was satisfied with for the first time in a while.
Thank you for letting me know the joy of singing a song that expresses my heart rather than a popular song.
And I met an interesting audience yesterday.
If we ever get a chance to meet, I'd like to tell you about yesterday's episode.
Thank you again.
My song selection fairy!

---「2.
From "A Midsummer's Romance"