Van Gogh Reborn!

Chapter 146: Haesong (2)

Chapter 146 Haesong (2)

Grandpa and Jang Mirae suddenly looked affectionate.

Okay. Just finish it quickly and come back. Lets go together.

The effect was better than expected, and I was a little flustered, but fortunately, it didnt seem to cause much worry.

I was able to enjoy the buffet.

We finished dinner while talking about Kegil cuisine.

Then Ill pick you up tomorrow.

No. Dont bother and see you at the movie theater.

After saying goodbye to Jang Mirae in the parking lot, I came home and Grandpa sighed deeply as if he was tired from the long trip.

While he was taking a shower, I tidied up his luggage and made two cups of yuja tea that Grandpa liked.

It smelled good and was sweet with sugar.

Grandpa came out of the shower and looked for his carry-on bag.

Hoon-ah, did you put away the clothes?

I put them in the washing machine.

He smiled when I handed him the yuja tea.

Be careful with the hot water. Youll burn your hand.

Grandpa always said thank you in a roundabout way.

Drink that and go to the capsule and rest.

No. Lets sleep with Hal-abi today.

Grandpa said something unexpected.

Thanks to Cha Si-hyun, who unlocked the child protection lock, Ive been watching dramas or Bob Ross videos on Newtube and falling asleep.

I cant watch them if we sleep together.

I wondered if he wanted to sleep with me because we were apart for a week.

If youre scared of being alone, you should have said so sooner. Whats so embarrassing about that? Come on, lets spread the blanket.

I didnt know this side effect would happen.

I had a problem with the method I used to watch my mother and father work or watch late-night show programs.

***

I contacted Henri Marso and he said he was already in Korea.

He said he wanted to ask me some things about the salon exhibition and suggested we meet for lunch.

He said he would come to the front of the house, so I agreed.

Grandpa, Ill be back in a bit.

Where?

To meet a friend.

A friend? Si-hyun?

I didnt want to lie, but I was worried he would worry if I said I was going to meet Henri Marso.

Henri Marso.

Grandpa blinked.

You seem to get along with that guy.

He didnt jump up and oppose like before, but instead asked me what I thought.

He always respected my opinion as long as it wasnt related to him, so I wasnt worried.

Maybe Grandpa trusts me because I tell him honestly without hiding anything.

He doesnt seem like a bad person. I want to ask him about the salon exhibition. Hes a director of the French National Art Association.

Hmm.

Grandpa pondered and nodded.

Call me if anything happens. Where are you going to meet?

At the cafe in front of the house.

Do you want me to go with you?

Its okay. Ill be back soon.

I walked for about three minutes from the house.

When I arrived at the cafe where I sometimes went to buy macarons with Grandpa, there was something going on and the quiet shop was surrounded by fierce-looking people.

They opened the door for me when I approached.

Thank you.

I went inside.

The cafe owner was nowhere to be seen, and there were only Henri Marso, Michel Platini, and Arsen.

Marceau was wearing ivory-colored cotton pants and a black shirt tucked in the front with a brown belt.

His expensive sunglasses and watch changed every time I saw him.

Marceau, Michel. Arsen.

I greeted them and Marceau turned his head and snorted.

Michel and Arsen welcomed me warmly.

How have you been?

Yes. How about you, Michel?

Im always doing well.

He didnt do or say anything boastful, but he always looked confident.

What about the others?

I hate being disturbed.

Henri Marso opened his mouth.

He must have asked the cafe owner for permission.

He wouldnt have asked in a vicious way since Michel and Arsen were there.

Marceau winked at Arsen and a young man came over and showed me a menu.

It wasnt food that the cafe sold and there was no price on it.

What is this?

Its a lunch menu. If you dont have anything you want, please let me know and Ill prepare it right away.

There were various dishes written on it, such as yellowtail belly, capriccio goat cheese curd, smoked tomato, grilled shrimp, and pork with porcini mushroom sauce.

I was planning to empty my stomach for the buffet tonight, but this was a big deal.

I couldnt resist Grandpas enthusiasm and ate breakfast, but if I ate lunch like this, it would be hard to enjoy the buffet.

Why.

Dont you eat?

If you had lunch, theres dessert too.

Marceau and Michel put me to the test. I guess Ill have to exercise until dinner to digest.

Please give me pork for the main. Ill leave the rest to your recommendation.

I didnt know which food would be delicious, so I decided to leave the rest to the chefs choice.

When I finished ordering, Marceau lifted his chin and asked.

What did you want to ask?

The salon exhibition. The guidelines say that the judging method will be announced later after the selection of the judges.

Henri Marso raised one eyebrow and said.

Theyre in the process of selecting.

The salon exhibition special exhibition was in early December, so the contest had to be finished by at least November.

Its August now, and I wonder if its not too late.

There are frequent posts on the internet forums questioning whether there is a problem with the salon exhibition of the French National Art Association.

When I brought up that topic, Michel gave Henri a hint.

Henri Marso was originally nominated as a judge, but he refused.

Marceau?

I wondered why they were keeping their distance as lovers, but when I looked around, it seemed like a secret from Arsen too.

Michels eyes widened.

We agreed to keep it a secret, so I didnt bother to ask and moved on to the next topic.

Why did you refuse?

Because I didnt want to.

It was an easy-to-understand reason.

Everyone would trust Marceau if he did. Me too.

He made a strange expression.

Id like to go to such a place once and see where I stand. But I dont enjoy being judged by someone.

Henri Marso felt the same way about this contradictory feeling.

Its natural for human emotions to be hurt when someone criticizes the work that they worked hard to create, even if its a fair criticism.

I dont have the right to stop their voices, let alone the right to do so.

Critics tend to think too easily of judging others by their own standards.

I dont know if they have a victim mentality from the experience of the 19th century.

But at least I regard critics as a kind of meddler between artists and the public.

I didnt ask them for guidance, nor did I draw for them.

The only person who can judge me is the one I want to show my work to.

That target is the artists and the public who live in the same era as me.

I wish Marceau would judge me. I liked the concept art review too.

I sent him a picture after struggling for more than an hour, and the next day I was surprised to receive a 10,000-word review.

He told me how I conceived the work and what I couldnt find, and he surprised me again.

Although his tone was oppressive, he seemed to understand me deeply, so if someone judged me, I hoped it would be that way.

No.

Marceau refused.

Why?

If I cant, I cant.

Michel chuckled as if he had thought of something funny.

Looking at him laughing like that, it seemed like he had something he couldnt say. Maybe something that hurt Henri Marsos pride.

Did you fail in the selection process?

What?

You know. You have no reason to refuse, but you say you cant. The process of becoming a judge must be difficult.

Marceau pursed his lips.

***

Henri Marso was furious.

As the one who shook and controlled the salon exhibition and the French National Art Association itself, he found the question of whether he had failed in the judge selection process ridiculous.

Dont make me laugh. Theres nothing I cant do.

Then why dont you?

Go Hoon tilted his head and asked.

He couldnt explain that he was participating anonymously to compete with Go Hoon.

Im busy.

What are you doing?

Henri Marso, who was bad at lying, couldnt beat around the bush and just frowned.

Look at that. If you have nothing to do, just do it. Everyone else would love to be judged by Marceau. The one you sent me last time was very helpful.

Go Hoon was sincerely grateful for Henri Marsos appreciation and advice.

Henri Marso bestowed his intellect on those who worked hard to win the award, and he thought that was a beautiful thing too.

Where.

Henris question made Go Hoon blink.

Where was that good?

The composition where you drew the bullet horizontally and said it would be good to twist the position of the character. I wondered if it was possible to shoot, but when I asked Norman, he said it would have been possible somehow if he had tried.

Henri Marso coughed for no reason.

Anyone can think of that.

I didnt.

Is that all?

The composition where the bullet penetrates the glass window is a clich that has been used a lot, so the idea of using the glass as a mirror was good too.

Go Hoon encountered what he had not been able to think of himself, and he understood how Henri Marso made his work.

The process of two geniuses talking and understanding each other over one work gave each other another inspiration.

Its the same with the association work. Buying paintings from unknown artists. Its all about helping people who do art, right?

What does that have to do with it?

The judging comment will help too. Like me.

It seemed not bad to do the annoying work as Go Hoon said.

Moreover, he felt proud after the cheeky kid acknowledged him.

Try it.

Go Hoon persuaded him again, and Henri Marso came to his senses.

I said no.

He had to confirm that he was superior to Go Hoon through this contest.

Go Hoon stared at Henri Marso.

He knew his stubbornness well, but it seemed like he didnt think the judging itself was bad, and there was no reason to refuse.

Did you fail after all?

No!

You could have failed. Why are you so angry? Was it a personality problem?

Michel Platini, who was watching from the side, finally burst into laughter at Go Hoons personality remark.

Seeing that, Go Hoon was sure that Henri Marso had not been selected as a judge and was hiding the fact because of his pride.

It would be nice if you were honest. If you change your tone, you wont be misunderstood.

I said no!

Then whats the reason?

You dont need to know!

Its not a shame to not be a judge. Everyone knows Marceau is great.

Henri Marsos temples throbbed.

Try harder instead.

Shut up.

Go Hoon got up and patted his shoulder as if he understood Henri Marso, who was clumsy at expressing himself.

If you express yourself honestly, everyone will like Marceau. Then next time, youll be invited not only for judging, but for other things too.

That action provoked Henri Marso.

Arsen.

Yes, sir.

Tell them Ill judge. Right now.