Van Gogh Reborn! - Chapter 69
He seems to be very shy.
No one could have heard it, but I nodded to reassure Cha Sihyeon, who was embarrassed.
He pouted his lips and sat opposite.
“Don’t tell anyone.”
I nodded again.
“You really shouldn’t say it.”
“Yeah.”
There must be some kind of situation for the child, and there is no reason for me to ask about it.
But this child doesn’t seem to trust me.
“…What do you want?”
“What?”
“If you promise not to tell anyone, you have to give me a written document.”
“ Stop it. I won’t tell anyone.”
“Lies.”
Seeing him this much suspicious, he maybe want to hide the drawing or he don’t trust others.
“Really,”
He held out his little finger.
I just stared at me and didn’t do anything, so he waved and urged me, and I hung my finger in his finger and pinky promised him, hiding my embarrassment.
I want to ask again what application he used, but even that seems to be a difficult question for this child, so I held up the spoon.
It’s time to feel what this mysterious-smelling soup tastes like.
I put the soothing soybean paste stew in my mouth.
Under the lively pungent taste, I can feel the unknown heaviness.
The soybean paste stew I tasted for the first time in my life was very pleasant.
I felt the soup trying to clean my mouth with beef, and when I looked up, there was Cha Sihyeon, who looked at me with a sulky face.
He’s really a strange child.
“Don’t worry. I promised.”
I relieved him once again and picked up another spoon of soup.
“…I used the art education app.”
I heard that there was an application for art class, but I haven’t used it because I haven’t taken the classes.
“I haven’t tried it, but I guess it has a lot of functions,”
Cha Sihyeon shook his head.
“What’s the name of the brush you used to draw the blue tree?”
“Just normal.”
“ Normal..?”
I thought he had set up a special setting or used an effective brush, but it seems like he didn’t.
It felt like he had painted it with a round and pointed brush, and it would have taken a lot of time and work if he had drawn it with a basic brush.
I can’t believe he deleted the drawing without saving it.
“Why did you ask that?”
“Because the technique you used felt interesting. I thought I’d try to copy it.”
Cha Sihyeon blinked.
“Do you draw with a tablet?”
I nodded, and the guy suddenly leaned forward.
“Why? You can draw on a canvas.”
“ Because it’s different from drawing on a canvas.”
If I want to feel the paper texture and the density of paint directly, I draw on a canvas, and if I want to use various effects, I draw on a tablet.
Cha Sihyeon fixed his posture and moved his lips.
He seems to be holding back what he wants to say.
Finally, he asked carefully, lowering his voice as if no one could hear it.
“How do you feel when you draw on the canvas?””
He is such a strange child, who erases a carefully drawn picture and who has never used a canvas, even though he likes drawing.
“You can draw it yourself and find it out.”
“…”
Cha Sihyeon’s head went down.
I felt sorry looking that little boy’s drooping shoulders.
I wondered if he could not afford to paint since his family was poor, but soon I remembered the school’s one-year tuition.
It can’t be.
I’m sure there’s something else going on.
“Do you want to draw it? I’ll lend you mine.”
Hearing my suggestion, the guy looked up with a happy face.
The happy face soon cooled down.
“No.”
“Why? Don’t you want to draw in it?”
“…my father doesn’t like it.”
Maybe it was a matter of educational policy.
In the past and now, people who pursue Painting face a lot of opposition from their parents.
Parents want their children to live well, but painters rarely live well.
I fully understand the feelings of the parents since I also lived my life with the help of Theo.
But what can we do with the love that starts sprouting in our hearts.?
“Come to our house. Your father won’t know if you draw it at my grandpa’s house.”
“Really? Can I?”
“Yes. I’ll ask my grandpa today.”
His eyes glistened.
Now he looked like a 10 year old child.
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“Hi grandpa.”
“How are you holding after staying up all night?”
“I’m really at my limit now grandpa.”
Ko Sooyeol smiled when he saw his grandson wearing the seat belt with his eyes half closed.
“Let’s go home and have a good night’s sleep.”
“Yes grandpa.”
Ko Sooyeol, who started driving, turned his head while stopping at the signal.
Ko Hun, who had been dozing off, suddenly opened his eyes.
“Oh, Grandpa.”
“Hmm?”
“Can I ask someone to come over tomorrow?”
“Friend? Did you make friends?”
“Yes, He’s in the same class as me. His name is Cha Sihyeon?”
“Sihyeon? Is it a girl?”
“Boy. He’s really a strange kid.”
“Sure. You don’t have to ask Grandpa for that.”
“Really.”
“ So. How did you guys become friends.?”
“We’re not close. I talked to him for the first time today.”
“But if you decided to play together, didn’t you guys get to know each other well.?”
Koh Hun rubbed his eyes to overcome his sleepiness.
“He seem to like drawing, but his parents doesn’t seem to let him draw at home. I called him to come over because he said he had never painted on canvas.”
“ Hmm..It seems to be a strict family. Well, it would be nice if they let him draw as a hobby.”
“I know right.”
“If he want to paint, ask him to come by any time he want.”
“I will grandpa.”
Ko Hun yawned.
“Haha. Was the script that interesting.?”
“Yes, it was the first time I read a story like that.”
Ko Hun got immersed in the story because he felt like he lived in an era similar to the background of ‘The hollow needle’ just a year ago.
“Wasn’t it difficult?”
Ko Sooyeol thought that although the Arsene Lupin series was a famous novel unlike orthodox mystery novels, it would be difficult for a child to understand.
“Yes, the composition was interesting. I was so curious about who would catch Lupin — Isidore, Ganimard, or Herlock Sholmes.”
Ko Soo-yeol recalled the original novel he read a long time ago.
To catch the thief Lupin.
It was a story in which genius amateur detective Isidore Beautrelet, Inspector Justin Ganimard, and British detective Herlock Sholmes competed.
“All three of them were exceptional. In the end, Isidore was ahead, but without Ganimard and Herlock Sholmes, he wouldn’t have found Lupin.”
Ko Hun’s explanation made Ko Sooyeol wonder.
“Did Herlock Sholmes play a big role?”
“Yes. Eventually, it turns out that his reasoning was right.”
Maurice LeBlan is especially loved for the Arsene Lupin series and at the same time many felt that his work was also an insult to Sherlock Holmes fans.
This was due to the character Herlock Sholmes which is a motif of Sherlock Holmes, the greatest detective in history created by British novelist Conan Doyle, who was portrayed as a mass of nuisance.
Because to this, those who read the original novel until the end were surprised by the last twist, while still feeling uncomfortable.
“Director Nolan seems to have paid a lot of attention to it.”
“What?”
“In the original novel, Herlock Sholmes is portrayed as an incompetent.”
As soon as Herlock Sholmes came to France to catch Lupin, he gets kidnapped by him.
Later, in order to capture Lupin, he took his old nanny hostage, and eventually killed Lupin’s lover Ray.
Before discussing good and evil in the work, he was portrayed as a ridiculous, incompetent, and unjust person.
“Really. However, in Director Nolan’s script, Herlock Sholmes was depicted as a clear and attractive sociopath, similar to Sherlock Holmes.”
It was an adaptation for Sherlock Holmes’ fans while filling in the thick storyline, twist, and regret of the movie.
“I must watch it when the movie comes out,”
Ko Hun nodded inwardly at Ko Soo-yeol’s words.
He was sure that it would be a very enjoyable experience if he could see such an interesting story alive.
“I want to try this concept Art grandpa.”
Said Ko Hun smiling,
“Yes, do whatever you want to do.”
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That evening, as soon as they got home, Ko Hun opened his eyes wide at the smell of pizza.
Ko Hun, who staggered out to the living room, was welcomed by Jang Mirae and pizza.
“You’re here Aunt Mirae.”
“Did you sleep in the car.?”
“Yes.”
Ko Hun put the pizza given to him on the living room table.
“Teacher, here’s your share.”
“Oh, thank you,”
Three people sat around.
Ko Hun ate the pizza while drooping since he didn’t have enough sleep.
Jang Mirae asked Ko Hun with a smile.
“Didn’t you sleep well at night?”
“Yes. I was reading the script.”
“Script?”
Jang Mirae tilted her head.
“Director Nolan requested Hun for concept art.”
Jang Mirae was greatly surprised by Ko Sooyeol’s explanation.
It was surprising that Christine Nolan, who achieved $1 billion in the World Wide Box Office, wanted to work with Ko Hun, and she couldn’t believe that Ko Sooyeol accepted it.
“Did you decide to do it?”
“Hun wants to do it, so we were talking about it now.”
“What.…really.??”
The teacher who was waking Ko Hun who was sleeping while sitting, felt different in Jang Mirae’s eyes.
The decisive reason that her teacher fought with his daughter was because of her career.
Ko Hae, who chose a career in digital art, worked in multimedia fields such as Max Studio, movies, and games, while Ko Sooyeol, who wanted his daughter to revive the stagnant painting world, did not like it.
The emotional gap that began like that deepened, and in the end, they did not contact each other.
“Grandpa, eat something, too.”
“I’m eating. Here, have some kimchi.”
“I don’t think kimchi on pizza is good for your health.”
“Pizza itself is not good for your health Little Hun.”
“Why…It has bell peppers, onions, and a lot of vegetable. So it’s good.”
“You should eat balanced food. If you eat pizza all the time, you will fall sick.”
Jang Mirae was relieved to see Ko Sooyeol and Ko Hun talking to each other, which was more like arguing.
‘Teacher. You’ve changed.’
Ko Sooyeol, who was endlessly kind to his colleagues and students, was especially strict with his daughter.
The desire to share the dream and trying to achieve it so firm created a crack in the father daughter relationship.
‘Do he regret it?’
But he changed little by little while living with Ko Hun.
It allowed Ko Sooyeol to have more diverse experiences, and he actively helped his grandson in whatever areas he was interested in.
“It’s too salty grandpa.”
“Of course kimchi is salty, it’s not a sweet.”
Jang Mirae thought that Ko Sooyeol’s change was due to the regret and remorse after he became estranged from his daughter.
“If normal Kimchi is salty, the kimchi that grandpa makes is way more salty.”
“Then, would you like to eat the fresh kimchi I bought yesterday?”
“No. I don’t want to eat Kimchi grandpa. I want potato pizza.”
Jang Mirae laughed looking at the two arguing over eating Kimchi.
