SIYUN – In her brain。

Teacher Ko Min-su, who was holding Si-yoon’s painting, was speechless with his mouth open.

Kim Si-yoon, a superstar known to everyone in Korea’s younger generation.

Most of my friends’ profile pictures were of Siyoon dressed up as the nine-tailed fox from last time.

However, there was one thing that all teachers at Seoul private elementary schools knew.

This kid, who was drawing pictures in front of his eyes as if it was nothing, had so much talent.

Although it is said that he has all of the ‘talents’ that everyone wants to have, it’s as if he has ‘all of them’.

In the past, Si-yoon was not as good as the picture.

Even if you compete with those preparing for the Hanjongye exam in Korea, who literally did not pass and only prepared, your skills are lacking in many areas.

Of course, it is acknowledged that he has overwhelming skills that can rival those of high school students learning art.

However, compared to the talents I heard from other teachers…

For example, if what the music teacher said, it would have been right for Siyun to do music.

Also, if Go Min-soo were to compete with Si-yoon in art, he was confident that he would easily overwhelm Si-yoon, drawing 8 pieces while Si-yoon drew 1 work, and even if he drew 8 pieces at random, he could win.

Until just a year ago…

Si-yoon has made up for what he lacks.

And when I encountered the tool called oil painting, the seed of ‘talent’ began to blossom.

“…..”

Looking at Si-yoon’s brush strokes without any shaking or worry, I was able to convey to teacher Go Min-soo what Si-yoon’s peacefulness was.

What Si-yoon, whose goal is peace, wants… what she wanted…

However, looking at the picture as a whole gave me a feeling of suffocation.

Darkness… no, this is underwater.

Bold blue…

It gives the viewer the feeling of having to hold their breath, but at the same time, the overwhelming scenery seen…

The sunset seen from under the water illuminated each building, and even the small people were equally illuminated.

The delicacy of not ignoring even the smallest details was Siyoon’s unique painting habit.

Thanks to Siyoon’s unique peaceful brushstrokes, the stuffy painting suddenly warmed his body, as if it were not stuffy but cozy.

When Go Min-soo came to his senses with rashes all over his body, he felt as if the blood in his body had stopped flowing.

Now Ko Min-soo was able to speak clearly and accurately to the music teacher.

I heard you saw what an overwhelming talent is…

I handed over the painting to teacher Go Min-soo and was touching the watercolor paint as if nothing had happened.

I started painting to improve my expressive skills while practicing brush strokes.

A painting that took 5 days to complete.

The feeling of being evaluated by someone for the time I invested was more nerve-wracking than I thought.

When teacher Ko Min-soo could not take his eyes off the painting for several minutes, I became seriously concerned.

‘Ah… is it very strange? It seems like I overdid it… I should say I drew it in one day…’

At that time, I heard Professor Ko Min-su’s deep breathing.

“Si-yoon…”

“…yes?”

“Of course… you… have to draw.”

Suddenly, I felt like Go Min-soo’s personality had changed to that of a music teacher, but I answered awkwardly.

“…yes?”

“Oh my… no, this is…, draw a picture first. The teacher will be busy, so…”

“…?”

“That’s right! Professor, your phone number is…”

The teacher who was muttering suddenly brought a cloth from the storage room and began to handle the picture I gave him very carefully.

“…?”

And the teacher went out.

“…?”

I stared at the entrance for a moment without understanding what was happening, then drew a picture with watercolor paint.

Go Min-soo frantically drove his car to visit his alma mater.

Korea National University of Arts boasted an enormous size, befitting its reputation.

Among them, a building full of paintings.

Ko Min-soo received greetings from people and opened the door to the lab, holding a canvas.

“Professor Ahn!!!”

A person who represents the Republic of Korea in one picture.

Painter Ahn Jun-tae.

Juntae Ahn was surprised while drinking coffee in his lab by someone calling himself Professor Ahn.

When he checked his face, he saw that it was Go Min-soo, the student he loved.

“Okay, what’s going on?”

“This… my student… heoheok…”

“Take a breath and speak.”

Go Min-soo, who was an assistant, went to a private elementary school for money.

It was an unfortunate decision, but it was also an excellent decision, so Ahn Jun-tae did not stop him.

A student in elementary school… I asked, wondering what could be so urgent.

“Okay, I’ll have a glass of water. What’s going on?”

“…Haap… look at this picture.”

The professor, who received the canvas with a puzzled expression, slowly opened the picture.

“…It wasn’t your handwriting… Who drew it?”

“I am your disciple.”

“…? Elementary school…?”

“yes!”

Professor Ahn adjusted his glasses and looked intently at the picture.

“…an elementary school student handles oil paint so leisurely?”

“yes!!!”

Professor Ahn didn’t believe it at all, but his student’s expression was too serious to dismiss it as a lie.

“Really…?”

“This is the work that will be submitted to this year’s Student International Competition!”

Professor Ahn carefully touched the canvas and stared at it intently.

“The target is confirmed…”

Professor Ahn looks at Go Min-su, who is looking forward to it.

“Can I see your student?”

“yes!”

Professor Ahn set aside his schedule and followed Go Min-soo to the Seoul Private Elementary School.

I was heading to JSM headquarters with my dad who came to pick me up earlier today.

Dreaming sees me and says hello.

“Aaaah~! Siyoon~~ I’m really enjoying the drama!”

“huh.”

When I hold out my hand, they automatically give me candy as if I had pressed a vending machine button.

Dreaming always seems to carry candy with him, perhaps because he lacks sugar due to his grueling schedule.

‘Or is it because of me?’

I put a lollipop in my mouth and walked while holding my dad’s hand.

Jang Seong-man welcomes me in a neat suit.

“Hello uncle.”

Dad went outside for a moment, probably because he got a call from school.

“Siyoon, did you see this?”

Jang Seong-man’s expression was smiling as he tried to show something with his cell phone.

“What is it?”

The SNS that Jang Seong-man showed was full of pride in the pictures I had sprayed.

Above all, the next picture showed an auction.

“Oh… 1 million won…”

The minimum price was 1 million, especially the painting with a single digit number written on it and the painting of my father that I drew boasted an overwhelming price.

“Wow… Siyun can make a living just by drawing pictures?”

Of course, that price may not be charged just because you like the picture.

That ridiculous price is due to the fact that she is the daughter of Kim Ji-ho.

Even though I became famous for movies, dramas, and my appearance, I was always labeled as Kim Ji-ho’s daughter.

“It was meant in a good way, but it’s being sold?”

“If the competition rate was 2,000 to 1, wouldn’t it be worth that price?”

Dad’s fan cafe VIPs were treated separately, and the paintings given to VIPs were not even in the auction house.

Because they were not people who were in need of money.

The paintings I drew over the course of three months totaled 137, including the paintings I gave to teacher Ko Min-su. Even at the minimum price, it exceeds 100 million.

‘Wow.’

SIYUN – In her brain 57. 3,560,000 won.

This work depicts Alpha and Beta.

What’s important is that I included all the paintings that were auctioned overseas, especially the ones I had recently completed, as well as the ones I had practiced.

As quality has risen rapidly, prices have become increasingly expensive.

“I knew Siyun was good at drawing, but I never thought it would be like this.”

“I didn’t know either?”

Oil paint was definitely easy to paint what I wanted.

Watercolor has its own charm, but oil paint suits my hand better.

Although I paint everything delicately, the expression of light, which was lacking in watercolor, seems to be emphasized as if it stands out as a feature.

Dad looked at me as if he had finished the phone call and said.

“The art teacher was looking for it and said it would be nice to see it at school tomorrow.”

“huh.”

Dad said while looking at Jangseongman.

“What were you watching?”

“Jiho, look at this.”

Dad reacted the same way as me, as if he was in a bad mood.

“…It wasn’t given to me to buy or sell… Siyun drew it with difficulty…”

Jang Seong-man looked at Kim Ji-ho and said with a serious expression.

“Are you trying to buy it back now…?”

“…..”

“You crazy person! Why are you buying that again? Are you a philanthropist?!”

I looked at my father with an angry expression.

“Dad, Obaya… and I was originally going to throw it away, so don’t buy it.”

“…..”

“answer.”

“huh.”

Jang Seong-man sighed and then returned to the main topic.

“Whoa… I got a call from Hollywood.”

“…yes?”

“I wonder if Si-yoon can film a movie. I’m thinking of putting in an Asian hero, but I’m thinking of playing the younger version of that person.”

I shook my head because I was bored with movies.

“I’m not filming movies or dramas. Maybe I’ll find out later…”

Jang Seong-man nodded and looked at Kim Ji-ho as if he knew that would happen.

“And you got a call from the Crammy Awards.”

Jang Seong-man spoke lightly, but Kim Ji-ho shook his head.

“When Si-yoon grows bigger.”

“It’s ridiculous that a father and daughter are a pair… No, it’s hard for some people to set a lifelong goal… Really…”

My dad shot Billboard and released a few songs.

And when he swept the Billboard, he didn’t eat all day and was just watching his song rankings like a pervert.

A dad who reveals his current status through short-lived entertainment shows, music videos, and vlogs.

“I want to go to America to have fun.”

“ah…”

“With Dayeon.”

“Well… then… is that so?”

“huh.”

Behind the scenes, Jangseong repeatedly expressed his gratitude to me.

As soon as I arrived at school, teacher Ko Min-soo was waiting for me in my class.

“…?”

“Si-yoon! I told my homeroom teacher, let’s go to the art room together.”

“…why.”

Guided by Mr. Go Min-soo’s hand, I came out and the old man who found me was astonished.

“Are you… child actor Kim Si-yoon?”

“…? You wouldn’t know it if you looked at it?“

The old man who heard the answer whispered so that only Mr. Ko Min-su could hear.

“Is that kid really that kind of personality?“

“Yes, Professor… please understand…”

I was led by the hand of teacher Ko Min-su and headed to the art room.

“The bag… it’s heavy…”

Teacher Ko Min-soo took my bag, said he would leave it at my seat, and then disappeared.

“…?”

I saw Teacher Ko Min-soo walking away, and the old man looked at me like that.

“This work is yours… right?”

The old man showed me some of my paintings that were up for auction.

I pointed to the number in the bottom right and the old man who checked my drawing nodded.

“Oh my… I drew something like that in 137 times…”

“Who is your grandfather?”

“This is Ahn Jun-tae. Don’t you know me?”

I tilted my head, wondering if it was a name I had passed by.

“Ah… it’s the ‘What is Light’ book, right?”

The old man seemed to realize that I wasn’t that interested in artists, as I remembered him through books rather than as an artist or painter.

“Hmm… can you please draw me a picture?”

“Now? All of a sudden?”

“Okay… use mine as the tool.”

The old man brought his paints and canvas.

The paint in the wooden container I brought with me.

It was the brand my dad tried to buy me. Each color costs at least 100,000 won…

The oil paint that I thought was a waste of money.

Being sensitive about money, I picked up some paint.

“Do you know what it is?”

“My dad tried to buy it for me and I said I didn’t need it, but I know what it is.”

“You can use it as much as you want.”

I nodded and picked up the wooden pallet.

It was heavy, so I tried to place it on a chair, but the old man installed a stand for it.

Let’s start painting with a brush without looking at anything in particular.

I don’t know when it was installed, but the old man was filming it with a camera from behind and focused on my painting.

“Well… it’s a burden, but could you just leave the filming equipment behind?”

“Ah! Of course you should.”

After the old man went out, I started drawing the next picture I had in mind.

A woman I met in the past when I was working as a mercenary under Taebaek.

I started drawing an innocent person who smiled at my poor and ignorant English vocabulary.

In the end, the woman was caught and killed by the mafia just because she hung out with me…

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but without any time to think about her, people around me died, and I wanted to forget, so I became busier and busier.

Of course, he later did what I thought was a futile act of revenge.

And it wasn’t as empty as it was back then.

Even if we forget everything, it was not easy to forget a woman named ‘Amy Ellen’.

A woman who looked at me without sunglasses because she was short and Asian like me.

One day, he went out for a while and came back, but it was so empty…

It was returned to me as a cold corpse.

Black hair that shines brightly like a jewel.

Her once hot red lips, big black eyes, moles under her eyes, and even pure white skin turned cold.

After being reincarnated, I remember it even more clearly.

As if it were right in front of me…

I don’t know how much time passed, but there she was in front of me.

She was in the lilies, blurred with tears.

With my emotions welling up, I vaguely drew the number ‘138’ underneath.

As I stretched out, the time showed 6 o’clock, and when I went outside, the two were waiting.

“…? You were doing that?”

Teacher Ko Min-su said with a smile.

“No, I just got back.”

I looked at Teacher Ko Min-su and waved when I saw my father approaching from behind.

“Ah! I used the paint well. Professor, the painting… um… please keep it. It’s the price of the paint.”

I passed those who were waiting and ran to my father.