Chapter 111: (2) - The Mysterious Art Museum
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Chapter 111 (2) - The Mysterious Art Museum
After a brief silence over the phone, Youngju finally spoke.
-Amazing, kid.
Who is?
-Are you playing coy with leading questions? It is you, who else? Do you want to hear more detailed praise?
No, it's not that. I genuinely dont know what you find amazing.
Yeongju took a moment to breathe, then spoke in an embarrassed voice.
-Its because you always give your best.
?
-Honestly, Im not super rich, but I was born in a family where my parents are still with me, I have my own house, and I can pursue what I want. But thats not the case for you, right?
-From a perspective of desperation, it might seem natural for you to put in more effort, but when you actually start working in society, it's not that simple. No matter how desperate, breaking free from the circumstances you were born into is incredibly difficult. But Jeong-hoon, even while you were studying hard, you worked part-time when others were resting, to support yourself.
That was true.
I was always looking for work, even while I was doing my graduation project.
On nights when I had to stay up working, I couldnt do art-related jobs, so at 3:30 AM, I went to the agricultural market, loading and transporting vegetables to other markets. It was a job that paid 30,000 won for just an hour and a half of work, which was perfect for me when I urgently needed money for living expenses.
I never told anyone about this menial job, but Yeongju saw it all.
Yeongju's voice echoed over the phone.
-No one can point fingers at you and call you a pride-swallowing businessman. If theres someone like that, let them come forward, Ill make sure they regret it.VIsit n0(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience
Haha.
-Youve taken responsibility. Everything that happened to your family wasnt your fault, yet you provided them a harmonious family life. It makes me feel pathetic that I still struggle without my dads help. Youre taking responsibility for everything. I think thats amazing, Jeong-hoon.
Those were kind words.
I was momentarily moved to tears, but Yeongjus next words made me laugh.
-Is that enough? Im getting goosebumps, so lets stop with the mushy talk?
Haha, okay. Thanks for saying that.
Sophia and Lea were waving them off. It seems like the same morning scene every day.
I stopped to watch the cute Lea and smiled, then suddenly thought her house looked very pretty.
The orange roof was built in a style similar to Korean tiles, but the color-faded ivory walls gave it a warmer feel. It was a single-story house.
Just as I was admiring the beautiful house, the morning sunlight, hazy until then, changed. It was hidden behind clouds.
I opened my eyes wide, watching the colors of the house change.
The roof, walls, windows, even the sky reflected in them. All the colors are changing.
I knew this theoretically.
But I had never observed it like this before. Such dramatic changes in color - why do we never notice this in our daily lives?
So this is what it feels like.
Monet saw this and wanted to capture it.
Monet's eyes.
Many artists agree that his eyes were different.
The world he saw was this radiant, never dull with its myriad of changes.
Lost in thought while looking at the house, the car with the boy drives off, and Lea, holding Sophia's hand, spots me. The child sees me, smiles broadly, and waves her hand frantically.
Distracted from my thoughts by Leah's cute gesture, I wave back in greeting.
As I approached Lea, still holding her mother's hand, I nod to Sophia and crouch down in front of the child, gesturing towards the wall.
"Leah, are you going to draw today?"
"?"
"Over there, are you going to draw?"
Making a gesture as if drawing on the wall, Leah finally understands and nods with a big smile.
I smile back and extend my hand to her.
"Shall we draw together, little angel?"
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Chapter 111 (2) - The Mysterious Art Museum
After a brief silence over the phone, Youngju finally spoke.
-Amazing, kid.
Who is?
-Are you playing coy with leading questions? It is you, who else? Do you want to hear more detailed praise?
No, it's not that. I genuinely dont know what you find amazing.
Yeongju took a moment to breathe, then spoke in an embarrassed voice.
-Its because you always give your best.
?
-Honestly, Im not super rich, but I was born in a family where my parents are still with me, I have my own house, and I can pursue what I want. But thats not the case for you, right?
-From a perspective of desperation, it might seem natural for you to put in more effort, but when you actually start working in society, it's not that simple. No matter how desperate, breaking free from the circumstances you were born into is incredibly difficult. But Jeong-hoon, even while you were studying hard, you worked part-time when others were resting, to support yourself.
That was true.
I was always looking for work, even while I was doing my graduation project.
On nights when I had to stay up working, I couldnt do art-related jobs, so at 3:30 AM, I went to the agricultural market, loading and transporting vegetables to other markets. It was a job that paid 30,000 won for just an hour and a half of work, which was perfect for me when I urgently needed money for living expenses.
I never told anyone about this menial job, but Yeongju saw it all.
Yeongju's voice echoed over the phone.
-No one can point fingers at you and call you a pride-swallowing businessman. If theres someone like that, let them come forward, Ill make sure they regret it.VIsit n0(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience
Haha.
-Youve taken responsibility. Everything that happened to your family wasnt your fault, yet you provided them a harmonious family life. It makes me feel pathetic that I still struggle without my dads help. Youre taking responsibility for everything. I think thats amazing, Jeong-hoon.
Those were kind words.
I was momentarily moved to tears, but Yeongjus next words made me laugh.
-Is that enough? Im getting goosebumps, so lets stop with the mushy talk?
Haha, okay. Thanks for saying that.
Sophia and Lea were waving them off. It seems like the same morning scene every day.
I stopped to watch the cute Lea and smiled, then suddenly thought her house looked very pretty.
The orange roof was built in a style similar to Korean tiles, but the color-faded ivory walls gave it a warmer feel. It was a single-story house.
Just as I was admiring the beautiful house, the morning sunlight, hazy until then, changed. It was hidden behind clouds.
I opened my eyes wide, watching the colors of the house change.
The roof, walls, windows, even the sky reflected in them. All the colors are changing.
I knew this theoretically.
But I had never observed it like this before. Such dramatic changes in color - why do we never notice this in our daily lives?
So this is what it feels like.
Monet saw this and wanted to capture it.
Monet's eyes.
Many artists agree that his eyes were different.
The world he saw was this radiant, never dull with its myriad of changes.
Lost in thought while looking at the house, the car with the boy drives off, and Lea, holding Sophia's hand, spots me. The child sees me, smiles broadly, and waves her hand frantically.
Distracted from my thoughts by Leah's cute gesture, I wave back in greeting.
As I approached Lea, still holding her mother's hand, I nod to Sophia and crouch down in front of the child, gesturing towards the wall.
"Leah, are you going to draw today?"
"?"
"Over there, are you going to draw?"
Making a gesture as if drawing on the wall, Leah finally understands and nods with a big smile.
I smile back and extend my hand to her.
"Shall we draw together, little angel?"
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Chapter 111 2 - The Mysterious Art MuseumAfter a brief silence over the phone, Youngju finally spoke.-Amazing, kid.Who is?-Are you playing coy with leading questions? It is you, who else? Do you want to hear more detailed praise?No, it's not that. I genuinely dont know what you find amazing.Yeongju took a moment to breathe, then spoke in an embarrassed voice.-Its because you always give your best.?-Honestly, Im not super rich, but I was born in a family where my parents are still with me, I have my own house, and I can pursue what I want. But thats not the case for you, right?-From a perspective of desperation, it might seem natural for you to put in more effort, but when you actually start working in society, it's not that simple. No matter how desperate, breaking free from the circumstances you were born into is incredibly difficult. But Jeong-hoon, even while you were studying hard, you worked part-time when others were resting, to support yourself.That was true.I was always looking for work, even while I was doing my graduation project.On nights when I had to stay up working, I couldnt do art-related jobs, so at 3:30 AM, I went to the agricultural market, loading and transporting vegetables to other markets. It was a job that paid 30,000 won for just an hour and a half of work, which was perfect for me when I urgently needed money for living expenses.I never told anyone about this menial job, but Yeongju saw it all.Yeongju's voice echoed over the phone.-No one can point fingers at you and call you a pride-swallowing businessman. If theres someone like that, let them come forward, Ill make sure they regret it.VIsit n0veLbin.com for the best novel reading experienceHaha.-Youve taken responsibility. Everything that happened to your family wasnt your fault, yet you provided them a harmonious family life. It makes me feel pathetic that I still struggle without my dads help. Youre taking responsibility for everything. I think thats amazing, Jeong-hoon.Those were kind words.I was momentarily moved to tears, but Yeongjus next words made me laugh.-Is that enough? Im getting goosebumps, so lets stop with the mushy talk?Haha, okay. Thanks for saying that.Sophia and Lea were waving them off. It seems like the same morning scene every day.I stopped to watch the cute Lea and smiled, then suddenly thought her house looked very pretty.The orange roof was built in a style similar to Korean tiles, but the color-faded ivory walls gave it a warmer feel. It was a single-story house.Just as I was admiring the beautiful house, the morning sunlight, hazy until then, changed. It was hidden behind clouds.I opened my eyes wide, watching the colors of the house change.The roof, walls, windows, even the sky reflected in them. All the colors are changing.I knew this theoretically.But I had never observed it like this before. Such dramatic changes in color - why do we never notice this in our daily lives?So this is what it feels like.Monet saw this and wanted to capture it.Monet's eyes.Many artists agree that his eyes were different.The world he saw was this radiant, never dull with its myriad of changes.Lost in thought while looking at the house, the car with the boy drives off, and Lea, holding Sophia's hand, spots me. The child sees me, smiles broadly, and waves her hand frantically.Distracted from my thoughts by Leah's cute gesture, I wave back in greeting.As I approached Lea, still holding her mother's hand, I nod to Sophia and crouch down in front of the child, gesturing towards the wall."Leah, are you going to draw today?""?""Over there, are you going to draw?"Making a gesture as if drawing on the wall, Leah finally understands and nods with a big smile.I smile back and extend my hand to her."Shall we draw together, little angel?"Read ahead by supporting me on Ko-fi.
