SIYUN – In her brain。

A thoughtless phone call yesterday caused an uproar at the company, as if a spark had struck their foot.

A contract worth 1 million dollars, the fee alone would be worth hundreds of millions.

But they couldn’t say anything to me, so they just kept asking for contact.

“International calls are expensive. Why are you calling like this?”

Jiyoung, who was next to me, looked at me and said.

“Is this a call from overseas?”

“huh.”

“who?”

“I don’t know, I think they’re doing something about Busa, but it’s annoying.”

“I see, but Siyoon, what are you going to do on vacation?”

“Well, I think I’ll probably go on a trip abroad with my kindergarten friend.”

“Really? I’m jealous~”

While I was talking about my vacation plans with Jiyoung, teacher Ko Min-su came running to my class.

“Si-yoon!”

When I looked at Mr. Go Min-su at the sound of him calling me, Mr. Go Min-soo gasped and said.

“Heoheop… Siyoon, heoup… Shall we go to the art room together for a while?”

The kids in my class were looking at Teacher Go Min-su, and I nodded quietly.

Teacher Ko Min-su spoke to me as soon as he arrived at the art room.

“Si-yoon, did you say you wouldn’t receive an award?”

“What did you say there??”

“I heard you said you wouldn’t receive an award?”

“Then isn’t it over? Why are you talking to me through the teacher?”

Teacher Ko Min-soo stared at my face.

“Is there no need for an award?”

“yes.”

“…I see.”

Teacher Go Min-soo, who suddenly looked dejected, looked at the ceiling and laughed.

“As expected… it wasn’t a big deal to you…”

Teacher Ko Min-soo looks at the ceiling and shows feelings of desperation and depression amidst his laughter.

I thought it would be bothersome to get involved any longer, so I told teacher Go Min-su.

“I’m going to go?”

“Yeah, sure…”

After some time, BBS eventually sent an official to Korea and handed over the listing to me.

After taking several pictures and finishing the interview, I went to the place my dad took me according to the schedule.

A middle-aged man who bought my painting at an auction house.

Swiss maestro, ‘Lou Pargier’ came on stage.

said Parzier, who spoke broken English.

“Are you… Siyun?”

“yes.”

“I was really impressed when I saw the painting. I felt like I was in the painting…”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I really wanted to see it, so I came to Korea for the first time and it was a nice country.”

I nodded at Korea’s compliment.

Pargier looked at me and said with a serious expression.

“I hope it becomes a good relationship.”

“Yes. Thank you for buying the painting.”

Flashes went off one after another, filming the two of us shaking hands.

“Perhaps we could have a meal together? I’d like to talk…”

I looked at my dad once and nodded at his sign that it was possible.

“It will be.”

Pargier followed his father, accompanied by bodyguards.

As Dad put Parzier in the car, he looked at him in the rear-view mirror.

“How about Korean food?”

“Korean barbecue… I wanted to try it.”

Dad nodded and headed to his favorite beef restaurant.

Before the food came out, Pargier looked at me and asked me what I was so curious about.

How many questions can you answer to a man who spent 1 billion won on a single painting?

“I heard that number means it’s the 137th painting… is that right?”

“yes.”

“Then how far did you draw it?”

“I’m drawing number 182 right now.”

“Huh… I’m so curious…”

I showed the pictures I had taken with the intention of selling them to Parzier, a wealthy master who spent a lot of money.

138. Portrait of Amy Ellen with the inscription.

“Three…oh my god…”

Suddenly Pargier grabbed my shoulder with a trembling hand.

“Can you… see for yourself?!”

“Yeah well… it’s not difficult.”

Pargier couldn’t hide his anticipation at the thought of seeing my painting, and his legs were shaking.

“…?”

Eventually, Pargier followed us home, and my father led him to my studio.

I took out the pictures I had roughly packaged, one of which had ‘138’ written on it.

Pargier can’t take his eyes off the number ‘182’ he’s currently drawing.

It’s embarrassing, but it’s a Japanese cartoon character that was said to be given to Dayeon as a gift.

“It’s so… delicate…”

When I handed him a canvas with ‘138’ written on it, Pargier held the painting with trembling hands.

Although it was roughly packaged, Parjie carefully opened the packaging.

“Huh!!!”

The reaction is so good.

He knelt down and continued to look at the picture he was carefully holding with his meaty hands.

A middle-aged man looking at a picture without saying a word even though some time has passed.

When he saw ‘138’, he flinched as if a chill ran down his spine.

‘You’re not tired of the floor, are you?’

Fargie. A master representing Switzerland who everyone knows just by hearing his name.

I was watching Maestro Parzier at a level where I couldn’t even urinate.

“… Nonsense.”

Pargier found the wrapping paper and wrapped it meticulously as if to completely protect it.

and told me

“France… let’s go to France.”

“no, I do not want.”

“…Don’t let your talent go to waste!”

“Oh, I don’t like it.”

Pargier carefully puts down the picture with ‘138’ written on it and kneels down.

“This is a God-given ability… As soon as I saw your picture, I knew what was in my heart.”

“My heart? What heart?”

“I only realized it when I saw picture number 138. The sadness contained in that comfortable hand that seemed to be okay… that feeling… I want to see the end…”

“What are you talking about? It’s not like that?”

“Then what are these numbers and pictures? The art tools you see everywhere in the house look like pictures were taken every day!”

said Parzier, suddenly excited.

“All those notes piled up like that…!! They must all be drawings…”

I was so dumbfounded right now.

Because of the pictures I started drawing because I had nothing else to do, I was causing a lot of misunderstanding from the people around me.

“No… Fargier? Wait a minute.”

The master looks at me with eyes overflowing with emotion.

That passion was too burdensome for me.

Just like Professor Go Min-soo and Professor Ahn Jun-tae…

So, seeing that passion, I treated him even colder.

As if telling me to give up…

The irritation caused by such frustration began to rise.

To express that I no longer intend to match that passion…

I said clearly to Pargier exactly what was coming to mind right now.

“It’s just a hobby for me. No more, no less, just there. Pargier, look around. Where is that comforting touch you mentioned, and do you see that earnestness in me…”

“…..”

“I’ll be honest. That passion is quite burdensome to me.”

“I see…”

Pargier, who was filled with anger, but then calmed down and had a dejected expression on his face, silently adjusted his clothes and nodded.

“That’s what it was… I’m so jealous of your talent.”

As the atmosphere suddenly became colder, Pargier stood up and spoke to his father.

“I really enjoyed dinner. Thank you.”

“No, it was an honor to serve you too.”

Pargier said hello and then returned.

I feel strange these days.

My chest feels itchy.

I don’t even understand why I’m so anxious about not making a fuss about something I just want to do as a hobby.

I feel so bad…

But on the other hand, for those who are passionate about what they like,

And to your expectations of me.

I also feel sorry for not bothering to hang out.

I put down the canvas with the picture I had planned to give to Dayeon next to me.

and.

I poured some oil paint onto the empty palette and started drawing.

To those who are passionate about what they love so much,

To tell them what they want with pictures…

For a while, I didn’t come down from real-time search.

Gojoseon Ilbo – Kim Ji-ho’s daughter, Kim Si-yoon’s painting, sells for 1 billion won. The winning bidder…

JoongAng Ilbo – Child actor Kim Si-yoon, drawing genius Kim Si-yoon…

Dongwha Ilbo – Swiss master Parzi visits Korea. Get public attention.

My story didn’t appear on the news,

While I was out with my dad, more and more people approached me.

My father was minimizing my going out for fear that I would become dangerous.

My dad is trying to protect me to the point of frustration again, just like before.

Feeling frustrated, I decided to refrain from exposing myself to the media as much as possible in the future.

Inside the water tank for using and washing off the color.

The colors of the water became mixed together and began to turn black.

The black of the night sky.

It looked like a bucket of water showing various colors…

Go Min-soo was drinking wine with his wife, looking at the dark night sky.

In the past, Go Min-soo was selected as a promising actor at Korea National University of Arts.

For the sake of my current wife and child, I was working as a teacher at a private elementary school in Seoul that paid the most.

“Honey, what’s wrong with you these days?”

“Ha… no…”

“Why is something not working?”

“What… isn’t working.”

Go Min-soo took a gulp of wine.

My wife looked at that with pity.

“Tell me, even if I can’t solve it, I’ll give you some relief.”

After thinking for a moment, Go Min-su crouched down with his arms on the table and opened his mouth.

“…I have a student named Si-yoon.”

“Oh, you know, I’ve told you this often.”

“Uh, but… I didn’t forget what I told you once, and I drew it again, so I thought Siyun was a genius who put in the effort.”

“…..”

“So, I taught you step by step, starting with how to draw with a pencil since I had trouble using a brush, how to look at things, the angle of light, etc.”

When Go Min-soo’s wife raised a glass of wine, Go Min-soo also picked it up and drank it down.

“But… haha… it turns out that Siyun just wanted to express her vision through drawings, but she lacked the skills.”

Ko Min-soo, who looked at the glass filled with wine for a moment, spoke.

“As the basics became perfect, things started to change horribly… At first, I just thought, ‘Do you have a feeling?’ It was just like this, I thought… But as I drew each page, I started to apply what I felt before in addition.”

Go Min-su’s wife swallowed her saliva when she saw his expression.

Her husband, who shows such passion,

This is the first time Go Min-soo has been seen like this since his college days…

“And when I taught you about oil paints… you had already surpassed me.”

“what?”

“The ability to convey emotions in paintings is something I have always wanted to have, or rather, something that anyone who does art wants to have… Sigh… Si-yoon has already completed it.”

Go Min-su’s wife looked at him as if asking what was the problem.

“With talent like that, painting is just a hobby.”

“huh?”

Go Min-soo drank wine and started talking non-stop.

“Ha… I was excited to discover a ‘beautiful gemstone’ by myself, but I wasn’t even interested in the ‘gemstone’… Plus, what should I say? I wanted to make it into the best jewel even though I lacked a lot, but it was my hobby. “What can I add here?”

Go Min-soo looked at the floor made of pure white marble.

“Haha… I was jealous. I was so jealous of that talent, and I was also jealous of that 10-year-old kid… Do you think I’m stupid?”

“…..”

“If I were Si-yoon… If I had that talent… I even thought God would be indifferent.”

Go Min-su must have run out of wine and drank the whole bottle.

“Even though you have that kind of talent, every time you act like you don’t need it… I get so lost that I don’t know… I get angry.”

His wife, who was listening to Go Min-su, held his chin while he was looking at the floor, made eye contact, and opened his mouth.

“Minsu.”

“Yes?”

“Do you remember middle school?”

“…..”

“Do you remember what you said when I was practicing drawing because I wanted to become a webtoon artist?”

“Sorry… I don’t remember…”

“I would practice for months and draw, and you would just look at it and draw even though you had no interest in drawing. And you would say to me, ‘Hey, why is this difficult?’”

“…..”

“I really… hated you back then, you know?”

“huh…”

“I’m telling you this because I think the you I felt back then and the Siyun you feel now are similar. A gemstone does not become a gem depending on who touches it.”

“…..”

“A gem is a gem because it shines alone. You have already played a role in bringing out and informing the world of the existence of a gem.”

“ha…”

“Have you ever seen the person who found the jewel work on it himself? Of course, he would leave it to another carver and sell it.”

When Go Min-soo said nothing, his wife smiled and said.

“Now, after seeing the gem, a stoner will appear and polish the gem. Just like you met Professor Ahn.”

“…..”

Go Min-soo’s wife, who looked at Go Min-soo thoughtfully while drinking wine in silence, spoke.

“My son is sleeping. Should we have a second child?”

“Puhak!… Cough… What?”

Go Min-su saw his wife looking at him silently.