Van Gogh Reborn! - Chapter 92
The job of hosting a program seems like a difficult job to make ends meet.
It was an awkward question, but words that are hard to say in front of a person’s face just keep popping in the chat window because she asked me about my birthday.
The title of the program was ‘Let’s Talk’, so I thought I needed to have a conversation, but it seemed like an interview.
The host, flustered, apologized repeatedly, got angry a while ago, and now smiles as if nothing had happened.
She is really professional.
“When we looked at your SNS account, there were a lot of pictures of food. Come to think of it, in your first individual exhibition, the theme was desserts, right?”
“Yes.”
“What kind of food do you like?”
“Potato pizza, jajangmyeon, tangsuyuk, fried chicken, chocolate.”
He’s such a foodie.😆😆😆😆
What is jajangmyeon? tangsuyuk?😅
Call the translator.😱😱😱😱😱😱😱
I can’t understand even if you make fun of me in Korean.
The chat window was going up so fast that I couldn’t really read what everyone was saying.
At least, it was possible to recognize the words Jjajangmyeon or Tangsuyuk repeatedly.
Strangely, the delicious dish is not known in Europe and the United States.
Host Woojin explained “jajangmyeon” and “tangsuyuk” in English to the viewers.
She said jajangmyeon as Black bean sauce noodle and tangsuyuk as sweet and sour pork, even though it was not an accurate expression.
Black bean sauce noodles are also sweet and sour.
I can’t admit it.
“Then what food do you hate?”
“A dish made by my grandpa.”
Grandpa, who was watching next to the camera, flinched.
Perhaps because of the broadcast, he didn’t say anything, but he waved his fists and protested.
“Hahaha. I guess the great Artist Ko Sooyeol is not good with his cooking skills. What kind of food does he usually cook?”
“Ochazuke, mushroom mayonnaise salad, cold beef soup. Oh, salty kimchi. But the pork jjajang bokkeum, duck jjajang bokkeum he makes are delicious.”
The host’s expression was not good.
The chat window was full of question marks.
“ Hahaha….It’s a menu that shows off a sense of challenge.”
The host quickly changed the subject in a hurry.
I wonder if broadcasting is supposed to be this chaotic.
After about two hours of various questions, the show came to an end.
“Thank you for coming to our show.”
“Thank you for having me today!”
It was much harder than I thought, but the production team was happy, saying that there were up to 200,000 viewers.
“That’s why I’m scared of them.”
Meanwhile, host Woojin looked exhausted.
I shook hands and went away as she was muttering to herself.
I approached grandpa and uncle Bang.
“Did I do a good job?’”
“Oh, it was the best.”
Uncle Bang raised his fist and I bumped my fist into his.
“Let’s go.”
Grandpa’s voice had no power.
I thought something was wrong, so I looked at uncle Bang and he smiled quietly.
“He must be hurt.”
“Is it because of the cooking?”
I asked Grandpa, placing my hand on his back.
“No.”
Grandpa said as if he was sulking.
I mentioned the delicious food that he makes because I knew this would happen, but it doesn’t seem to have worked.
“Duck jjajang tang was really delicious.”
“Really.?”
“Yes. Uncle Bang will like it, too, if he eats one bite.”
Uncle Bang panicked at my words.
“It’s good. It was cooked well, the duck was seasoned well, and the soup was really thick. I looked it up and found that they don’t sell such dishes anywhere. Only grandpa can make it.”
Grandpa’s ears flinched.
It seemed to have a response, so I continued a little more.
“Uncle Bang, do you know how much effort it takes for the meat to be so tender? You can’t eat anywhere else even if I give you a lot of money. Don’t regret it and come to eat it later.”
When I saw that grandpa who was turning around slightly turned his head, I winked at Uncle Bang.
“Oh, really? Man, I really want to try that. Sir, can I ask you a favor? It looks so delicious that I really want to try it.”
Uncle Bang’s awkward acting seems to have worked.
Grandpa coughed.
“You must be hungry. Come on, let’s go.”
This time, I bumped my fist in the air with Uncle Bang’s fist so that there was no sound.
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I came back to the hotel after having dinner.
Soon I saw Sihyeon sitting with his cheeks puffed.
“What’s wrong, Sihyeon?”
“I have to go back tomorrow. Uncle, can I stay with Hun a little longer?”
“No, you can’t, Young Master.”
“ Yes, Sihyeon. I have work to do starting tomorrow.”
When secretary Jung Jinho and I answered one after another, his mouth puffed even more.
Maybe he doesn’t want to go to school alone.
There were kids who secretly ignored and isolated him.
“It’s okay. Don’t mind what they say to you.”
He must be hurt, but he can overcome it as long as he remembers how much he is loved by his parents.
“You’re smarter than them.”
“It’s not because of that.”
“Then?”
Sihyeon turned and sat down.
“I want to draw, too.”
“Of course, you can. Didn’t your father allow you?”
“No, not like that. I want to be like Hun. I want to be a Artist.”
“There’s no difference between me and you. All you have to do is practice what you like, find things that you want to draw and things you want to show to others. It’s nothing special.”
I really regretted a lot of things I did.
The one thing that I regretted the most was the decision to put everything down and just draw.
Out of a burning thirst for Art and the obsession with the desire to paint, I rushed blindly.
But I faced reality only after the money I had saved hit rock bottom.
If I had been painting with a constant income, I would have painted far fewer works in the same period.
At least I could have been healthy and active.
I think that life is not about sprinting with all your might, but about running at your own pace for a long time.
“You like drawing. So draw comfortably. If you improve your skills and know more, you can go and decide then.”
It is a great blessing that Sihyeon doesn’t have to worry about starving as I did back then since he is a rich young master.
“Okay.”
Siheyon replied sullenly.
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“I’ll wake you up at eight tomorrow, Young Master.”
“Okay. Good night, Uncle.”
Uncle went out.
I turned off the light and lay down on the bed, but I couldn’t sleep.
The Whitney Biennale was much stranger than I thought.
It was strange that there was no admission fee and all the works on display were strange.
Still, Hun’s drawings of [Sunflower] and [Mask] were really good.
In Particular, [Mask] was as pretty as the Euler equation.
In both paintings, the yellow color was so pretty, so I wanted to know what color would come if I mixed it like it.
Hun taught me how to melt and mix oil pastels, but it didn’t work out no matter how much I did it.
Hun said I could do it one day if I keep doing it, but I don’t know when it is.
Teachers teach me how to solve problems well, but Hun and his grandfather don’t.
They always tell me after I fail first.
Why?
Isn’t it good to succeed from the beginning and learn quickly?
Whenever I asked the reason, Hun says strange things like ‘I can do it right, only when I know what is wrong.’
He said something similar today.
I want to draw a nice blue tree quickly, so I want to focus on drawing, but Hun said it’s not a good way.
Why is that?
Hun hasn’t slept for more than two weeks while drawing [Mask]. How can he not be afraid of failure when it was so hard?
I don’t know.
I couldn’t sleep because I was thinking about it until 8 o’clock, so I keep getting sleepy while brushing my teeth.
I was surprised when someone knocked on the door suddenly.
I spit out the toothpaste and asked.
“Uncle Jung?”
“It’s me.”
It was Hun.
He told me to have a safe journey yesterday, so I thought I wouldn’t be able to see him, but he came just in time for the departure.
I rinsed my mouth in a hurry.
When I opened the door, Hun was wearing a sponge bob T-shirt while holding a sketchbook.
“What’s this?”
“You don’t know? It’s called a coloring book.”
Hun opened the coloring book and showed the inside.
There were so many pictures without color.
There was also a Van Gogh painting that Hun explained.
“Are you giving it to me?””
“Yes, do this one a day. If you do it up to here, I’ll be back.”
Hun pointed to page 12.
Even if there is no picture in front of it, 10 pages have passed.
“You said you’d be back in a week, didn’t you?”
“Yes, It will be a week when you complete up to here.”
“I’m not stupid! You’re the one who’s worse at math!”
I screamed because I hated Hun, who didn’t know how much I wanted to play with him and kept teasing me.
What if Hun hates me because I screamed at him.
What if Hun gets angry?
I said harsh things because he keeps smiling like that even though he knows I’ll be lonely without him.
“You will be even more lonely when I go to work. That’s why I asked you to leave first, So don’t do this, Sihy.”
Hun called me with a nickname for the first time
“Don’t cry because I’ll not be with you for a while.”
“I’m not crying! Hic….”
Hun patted my head.
He’s a year older than me, but he always acts like an old man.
“Oh, right. This. I solved it all.”
“Huh?”
Hun returned the Math workbook I gave him.
It’s only been a week and I never thought he could solve it this quickly.
“It’s too early to learn this stuff. It was super hard.”
“No way.”
He really solved it all.
There were wrong answers, but there are many correct answers.
“Thanks to you, I don’t have to worry about the math test. Then get home safely. Don’t keep saying it’s not fun.”
How can Hun do that?
Hun’s drawings are pretty.
Hun is brave in front of adults and understands difficult things well.
Hun also solved the advanced Math problems that I taught him as a way to show off that I had learned them.
I want to do everything in a cool way like Hun.
I’m upset and jealous that I couldn’t.
Hun opened the door, went out, and said.
“Goodbye Sihy! Have a safe trip!”
“Okay.”
I know how cool Hun is, and I know how hard he tries.
One day, I want to be like him and walk on a path along with him.
I want to be like my first friend and my Best Friend.
