Chapter 118: (2) - The Mysterious Art Museum
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Chapter 118 (2) - The Mysterious Art Museum
With his chin propped up, Jeong-hoon looked at the painting in the square and smiled happily.
"I grew up poor, and I was poor when I first met you, Monica."
That was true. The Jeong-hoon Monica had first met was a humble street painter.
Jeong-hoon continued.Folloow current novÊls on nov/3lb((in).(co/m)
"My life has always been about chasing money. A life struggling to escape from the grip of poverty. That's how I've lived."
"........................"
"It's embarrassing to say, but even when I painted your portrait, and when I painted the portrait of Madam Kang, Min-young's mother, I was pathetically looking forward to the compensation I would receive after the work."
"Was that so?"
"Yes, back then, art was just a tool for me to make money."
"........................"
"Suddenly, I had this thought. Why do I paint? What is it that I really want?"
"Hmm."
"Someone once said, when you're doing something that doesn't pay, you should completely forget about money."
"Who said that?"
".......... Someone did. I can't remember who."
"Hmm."
Junghoon, momentarily flustered, smiles again as he looks at the murals in the square.
"And I couldn't find an answer to that thought. But as I painted the murals in the village, the answer came to me."
"You found the answer while painting murals?"
"Yes."
"What is the answer?"
Junghoon turns to Monica with a bright smile.
"When I was young, whenever my father returned from the ocean-going fishing vessel, I used to proudly show him the paintings I had made. I filled my sketchbook and the walls and floors of the neighborhood with drawings, showing them off to Dad all day long."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, then Dad would smile contentedly and pat my head."
Her hand, reaching for the money in her bag, gently falls back.
**
One week later.
Finally, Monica's factory construction is complete.
Since then, more than a hundred villagers have returned, and the village has become more vibrant. Those who go out to work leave in the morning, and those who remain in the village naturally gather in the square to talk with others. Their conversations are mostly about the paintings. Or maybe about the trivial stories of their lives.
They ask about the everyday lives recorded in the paintings of each house, laugh, and talk about their own lives. This simple sharing brings vitality to the village.
I'm still in the midst of working, covered in paint.
Finally, after adding the last touch, I throw my brush into the air.
The white and blue paint mixed to form a sky blue color spreads in circles as the brush flies through the air.
"It's over!"
Finally, the last piece of work is completed.
Lea, who always looked sleepy in the morning but regained her energy before noon, jumps around with a big smile. The dramatic changes in the village over the past three weeks with the strange man seem to have given the child a sense of accomplishment.
I lift Lea up high and place her face in the sunlight.
"Lea! We did it, right?"
Lea spreads her hands wide and waves them wildly.
"Ha ha! It's finally over! You've done a great job, my number one assistant!"
In the backlight of the sun, the face of a smiling angel glows brightly.
Looking at her beautiful expression, a mix of innocence, joy, and happiness, I laugh heartily and hug her tightly.
And then I whisper softly.
"And now it's time to say goodbye, Lea."
Now, I must leave for Milan.
To resolve the reason why I came here.
In my arms, the laughing angelic child, giggling as if tickled.
Does the child know that our farewell is drawing near?
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Chapter 118 (2) - The Mysterious Art Museum
With his chin propped up, Jeong-hoon looked at the painting in the square and smiled happily.
"I grew up poor, and I was poor when I first met you, Monica."
That was true. The Jeong-hoon Monica had first met was a humble street painter.
Jeong-hoon continued.Folloow current novÊls on nov/3lb((in).(co/m)
"My life has always been about chasing money. A life struggling to escape from the grip of poverty. That's how I've lived."
"........................"
"It's embarrassing to say, but even when I painted your portrait, and when I painted the portrait of Madam Kang, Min-young's mother, I was pathetically looking forward to the compensation I would receive after the work."
"Was that so?"
"Yes, back then, art was just a tool for me to make money."
"........................"
"Suddenly, I had this thought. Why do I paint? What is it that I really want?"
"Hmm."
"Someone once said, when you're doing something that doesn't pay, you should completely forget about money."
"Who said that?"
".......... Someone did. I can't remember who."
"Hmm."
Junghoon, momentarily flustered, smiles again as he looks at the murals in the square.
"And I couldn't find an answer to that thought. But as I painted the murals in the village, the answer came to me."
"You found the answer while painting murals?"
"Yes."
"What is the answer?"
Junghoon turns to Monica with a bright smile.
"When I was young, whenever my father returned from the ocean-going fishing vessel, I used to proudly show him the paintings I had made. I filled my sketchbook and the walls and floors of the neighborhood with drawings, showing them off to Dad all day long."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, then Dad would smile contentedly and pat my head."
Her hand, reaching for the money in her bag, gently falls back.
**
One week later.
Finally, Monica's factory construction is complete.
Since then, more than a hundred villagers have returned, and the village has become more vibrant. Those who go out to work leave in the morning, and those who remain in the village naturally gather in the square to talk with others. Their conversations are mostly about the paintings. Or maybe about the trivial stories of their lives.
They ask about the everyday lives recorded in the paintings of each house, laugh, and talk about their own lives. This simple sharing brings vitality to the village.
I'm still in the midst of working, covered in paint.
Finally, after adding the last touch, I throw my brush into the air.
The white and blue paint mixed to form a sky blue color spreads in circles as the brush flies through the air.
"It's over!"
Finally, the last piece of work is completed.
Lea, who always looked sleepy in the morning but regained her energy before noon, jumps around with a big smile. The dramatic changes in the village over the past three weeks with the strange man seem to have given the child a sense of accomplishment.
I lift Lea up high and place her face in the sunlight.
"Lea! We did it, right?"
Lea spreads her hands wide and waves them wildly.
"Ha ha! It's finally over! You've done a great job, my number one assistant!"
In the backlight of the sun, the face of a smiling angel glows brightly.
Looking at her beautiful expression, a mix of innocence, joy, and happiness, I laugh heartily and hug her tightly.
And then I whisper softly.
"And now it's time to say goodbye, Lea."
Now, I must leave for Milan.
To resolve the reason why I came here.
In my arms, the laughing angelic child, giggling as if tickled.
Does the child know that our farewell is drawing near?
Read ahead by supporting me on Ko-fi
.
Chapter 118 2 - The Mysterious Art MuseumWith his chin propped up, Jeong-hoon looked at the painting in the square and smiled happily."I grew up poor, and I was poor when I first met you, Monica."That was true. The Jeong-hoon Monica had first met was a humble street painter.Jeong-hoon continued.Folloow current novEls on nov/3lbin.co/m"My life has always been about chasing money. A life struggling to escape from the grip of poverty. That's how I've lived.""........................""It's embarrassing to say, but even when I painted your portrait, and when I painted the portrait of Madam Kang, Min-young's mother, I was pathetically looking forward to the compensation I would receive after the work.""Was that so?""Yes, back then, art was just a tool for me to make money.""........................""Suddenly, I had this thought. Why do I paint? What is it that I really want?""Hmm.""Someone once said, when you're doing something that doesn't pay, you should completely forget about money.""Who said that?"".......... Someone did. I can't remember who.""Hmm."Junghoon, momentarily flustered, smiles again as he looks at the murals in the square."And I couldn't find an answer to that thought. But as I painted the murals in the village, the answer came to me.""You found the answer while painting murals?""Yes.""What is the answer?"Junghoon turns to Monica with a bright smile."When I was young, whenever my father returned from the ocean-going fishing vessel, I used to proudly show him the paintings I had made. I filled my sketchbook and the walls and floors of the neighborhood with drawings, showing them off to Dad all day long.""Is that so?""Yes, then Dad would smile contentedly and pat my head."Her hand, reaching for the money in her bag, gently falls back.**One week later.Finally, Monica's factory construction is complete.Since then, more than a hundred villagers have returned, and the village has become more vibrant. Those who go out to work leave in the morning, and those who remain in the village naturally gather in the square to talk with others. Their conversations are mostly about the paintings. Or maybe about the trivial stories of their lives.They ask about the everyday lives recorded in the paintings of each house, laugh, and talk about their own lives. This simple sharing brings vitality to the village.I'm still in the midst of working, covered in paint.Finally, after adding the last touch, I throw my brush into the air.The white and blue paint mixed to form a sky blue color spreads in circles as the brush flies through the air."It's over!"Finally, the last piece of work is completed.Lea, who always looked sleepy in the morning but regained her energy before noon, jumps around with a big smile. The dramatic changes in the village over the past three weeks with the strange man seem to have given the child a sense of accomplishment.I lift Lea up high and place her face in the sunlight."Lea! We did it, right?"Lea spreads her hands wide and waves them wildly."Ha ha! It's finally over! You've done a great job, my number one assistant!"In the backlight of the sun, the face of a smiling angel glows brightly.Looking at her beautiful expression, a mix of innocence, joy, and happiness, I laugh heartily and hug her tightly.And then I whisper softly."And now it's time to say goodbye, Lea."Now, I must leave for Milan.To resolve the reason why I came here.In my arms, the laughing angelic child, giggling as if tickled.Does the child know that our farewell is drawing near?Read ahead by supporting me on Ko-fi.
