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Chapter 244:
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Banksy (3)
The next day.
âGrandpa, itâs morning.â
As soon as I felt the sunlight, I got up and woke up Grandpa. He was too tired to get up, so he shook me and pulled me into his arms.
I couldnât breathe.
No matter how hard I pushed, I couldnât overpower Grandpa, who could bench press 120 kg.
Luckily, he let go of me when I tried to slip out from under him.
âWhat time is itâŚâ
âItâs 6 oâclock.â
âHmm. âŚLetâs sleep a little more.â
Grandpa closed his eyes again.
He seemed exhausted, so I decided to let him sleep until I prepared breakfast.
I went downstairs and took out a frying pan. I greased it and cracked three eggs into it.
I sprinkled some salt and turned up the heat.
In Korea, the gas valve was too high and it was inconvenient, but here it was easy to use an induction stove.
âHmm.â
Grandpa couldnât eat rice without soup, so I had to boil some.
I scooped out some miso paste into a small pot and added chopped green onions and tofu.
I put some bread in the toaster and took out some Nutella and strawberry jam. I washed some vegetables and topped them with the dressing Grandpa made yesterday. Then Grandpa came down.
âHuh?â
âAre you awake?â
He blinked.
âDid you do this? The fry too?â
âYes.â
âPlease eat.â
Grandpa looked nervous and checked the miso soup. Then he smiled.
âI never thought Iâd eat a meal prepared by my grandson.â
âIâll do it more often.â
âHeh. You rascal.â
Grandpa and I ate a simple breakfast and packed the rest of our stuff.
I packed as many brushes as I could, and Grandpa looked puzzled.
âWhy are you taking so many?â
âYes.â
âAcrylic paint is fine if you use it well. Youâre not going to paint it all today, are you?â
âMaybe I can.â
âHeh. Painting a mural is no easy task. Even if Grandpa helps you, itâs impossible to finish today. Itâll take a few days.â
âThere might be someone to help me.â
âWho else is coming?â
âNo.â
I didnât make any promises, but you never know.
I packed enough brushes and snacks.
We drove Grandpaâs car to the square. There were quite a few people around, probably because it was a tourist spot.
We found a spot below the uphill road leading to the pink house.
âThis is no ordinary job.â
Grandpa looked up at the uphill road and laughed bitterly.
It seemed like it would be too hard for Grandpa and me to do it alone.
âMaybe we can finish it someday if we paint one by one?â
âYeah. Letâs give it a try.â
Grandpa loosened his shoulders and spoke confidently. I was very grateful to Grandpa for helping me with the mural preparation.
First, we had to remove the dirt and debris that stuck to the wall and the road to make the paint stick well.
We wiped the road with the cloth and wet wipes we brought. It was so dirty that I couldnât use the cloth again.
âThis wonât do. Weâll have to find a way to bring water tomorrow.â
âCan we do that?â
âWeâll have to get permission, but itâs just a matter of connecting the water. Weâll get tired before we even start painting if we have to bend over and wipe like this.â
Grandpa was right.
It would be much easier to wash the wall and the road with high-pressure water than to wipe them with a cloth.
But if we painted from the bottom up like we did now, the paint would be washed away by the water.
âShould we paint from the top then?â
âYeah.â
It was our first time doing this, so we made a lot of mistakes.
We hurriedly repacked our stuff and climbed up the hill.
âIs that Go Soo-yeol?â
âItâs Ko Hun.â
As I was cleaning the street, some passersby recognized me.
âHello.â
âWhat are you doing? Volunteering?â
âIâm going to draw a picture.â
âHere?â
âYes.â
It didnât look strange, since this was a street of artists and there were many artworks on display.
People started to gather around, but luckily they kept their distance and didnât interfere with my work.
âHoon, can we start from here?â
âYou donât have to follow the sketch. It wonât turn out the same anyway.â
âHmm. Okay.â
I didnât plan to stick to the original sketch for this street art, since there were too many variables.
I wanted to draw freely as I felt.
Ko Hunâs scene of drawing a picture in the square became a hot topic on social media.
It was a famous tourist spot, so there were a lot of people passing by, and some of them who knew Ko Hun and Go Soo-yeol posted pictures of them.
âSo cute lol
âHe must be having fun drawing with his grandfather lol How can he smile so brightly lol
âThis is bad for my heart
âThe pictures keep coming and the sunflowers keep growing lol
âMaybe itâs because of the time difference
âWhy did the Paris City Hall, which cares so much about the cityâs appearance and prevents redevelopment, allow this?
âMaybe itâs because of Ko Hun?
âMontmartre is originally a street of artists, so there are a lot of things like this, right?
âIf Ko Hun and Go Soo-yeol draw a picture for them, the homeowners and merchants there would be happy, right? They wouldnât hate it lol
âThatâs it lol If this becomes a hot topic, Iâll go there and eat something.
âRight lol Itâs already crazy there.
âThe merchants might be okay with it, but the homeowners might be noisy.
âIt was a tourist spot anyway.
âOne knows and two donât. Go Soo-yeol and Hoon drew a picture on the wall, how much do you think that house will cost?
ââ?0?â
The sunflowers that the grandfather and grandson painted on the brick wall received a great response.
The street, which looked somewhat bleak with the old buildings, was brightened up with a cheerful atmosphere, and the residents also welcomed the two artistsâ actions.
On the third day of the work, some of them came forward and helped Ko Hun and Go Soo-yeol work more easily by cleaning the wall and the street.
âThank you.â
Ko Hun greeted the helpers.
âHaha. This is nothing. Should I clean over there too?â
âI donât think I can draw there today.â
Go Soo-yeol looked around after drinking the cool tea that the resident brought.
It was hard to clean the car.
But with the high-pressure water and the residentsâ help, the work progress was faster than expected.
âIt looks like weâll be done in a week.â
âI think so.â
Ko Hun nodded as he took the cool tea from his grandfather.
As he was drinking, he saw two kids approaching the drawing tools. The kids seemed interested in the different kinds of brushes and whispered to each other in wonder.
âHey, no.â
The parents stopped the kids, but Ko Hun put down his tea and approached them.
âItâs okay.â
âBrother, why is this brush so big?â
One kid asked Ko Hun.
âBecause the area to draw is large. Itâs hard to draw with a small one.â
âArea?â
The kid who didnât know the word area asked what it meant, and Ko Hun spread his arms and pointed to the uphill road.
âThen why is this one small?â
Another kid asked.
âBecause I have to do some delicate work too.â
âDelicate?â
âItâs hard to draw small things with a big brush.â
âOh.â
The kids, who had their curiosity satisfied, touched the brushes and looked around, and the parents were embarrassed.
âIâm sorry. The kids are very curious.â
âNo, itâs fine.â
âI havenât been to art school for long, so I think thatâs why.â
Ko Hun smiled at his parentsâ words.
He crouched down with the children and looked them in the eye.
âDo you like drawing?â
âYeah. I draw cars well.â
âMe too.â
âWhat about sunflowers?â
The children shook their heads.
âDo you want me to teach you how to draw sunflowers?â
The children looked up at the sunflowers that Ko Hun and Gosuyeol had drawn on the street.
The flowers bloomed brightly and beautifully in yellow.
âYeah.â
âThen pick up a brush each. Whatever you like.â
Ko Hun handed the children yellow acrylic paint and drew a circle on the street.
âDraw a circle like this.â
âHere?â
Ko Hun shrugged his shoulders.
âWherever you want.â
âOh, wait. Kids, you canât draw here.â
The parents stopped them in surprise.
They were happy that he was teaching the children how to draw, but they were afraid that they would ruin the work of a world-famous painter.
âItâs okay. Do you want to try drawing too, maâam?â
âMe?â
âYes. Letâs draw together.â
Ko Hun offered a brush to the parents as well.
She looked around nervously and reluctantly drew a circle when the children urged her.
âFor the leaves, use a small brush. Press the brush sideways at first and then gradually release the pressure.â
Ko Hun pressed the brush against the edge of the circle and then pulled it out while lifting the brush.
The leaves naturally became thicker and thinner.
âWow.â
âEasy, right?â
âYeah.â
âJust draw around like this.â
âI want to draw with a bigger brush.â
âThatâs fine too.â
âIs this how you do it?â
âYouâre doing great.â
Gosuyeol smiled as he watched his grandson teach the residents how to draw.
On the first day, he realized why he always brought so many brushes even though he didnât need that many.
âHe had this in mind from the beginning.â
He was puzzled when he said that it wouldnât take long to fill the street with sunflowers.
But it seemed like he could draw quickly if he did it like this.
It wasnât to create Ko Hunâs artwork.
It was to give a little happiness to the people who lived here, so there was no reason for him to work alone.
Rather, he could be happier by drawing together.
âIâm done!â
âMe too!â
âGood job. Now just dot it with this.â
Ko Hun gave the children brown paint and pointed to the center of the sunflower.
âSunflower seeds?â
âRight.â
As the children made sunflowers with Ko Hun, other children who were watching pulled their parentsâ clothes.
Late at night, Henri Marso was having a long conversation with Simon Chevalson, the president of the SNBA association.
-I see. Fortunately, Deputy Yoris was interested.
âHeâs sitting in the parliament and he hasnât made anything like this.â
-Theyâre moved by the votes. They donât care about the people who donât matter.
âHmph.â
-Anyway, this will take some time. Itâs a new bill, so thereâs a lot to check.
âI know.â
Henri Marso ended the call.
The Antermittant system for adults was similar to unemployment insurance in a broad sense.
People who were not recognized as artists or children from poor families were not eligible for benefits.
Henri Marso, who had obtained French citizenship through Michel Platini and Ko Hun, realized that there were cases where he could not study due to poverty and racial discrimination. He decided that a new social fence was needed for the youth.
He had been urging the parliamentarians to prepare a relevant bill as soon as possible.
âHow did it come to this?â
Henri Marso rubbed his nose bridge and complained of fatigue as he confirmed that it was almost midnight.
He wanted to wash up and go to bed right away, but there was someone waiting for him.
A few minutes passed and finally there was a knock on the door.
âCome in.â
His secretary Arsen entered the room.
âThere was nothing particularly problematic today. The residents were so crowded that they couldnât even approach you. However.â
Henri Marso, who had been listening to Arsenâs report with his eyes closed, opened them slightly.
âHowever?â
âHe started drawing with the kids who were watching. Later, there were twenty of them.â
Asian people were always the target of crime in the Montmartre district, where security was poor.
He had Go Soo-yeol with him, but he couldnât shake off his worries, so he had security attached to him, and fortunately there seemed to be no big problem.
Henri Marso chuckled.
âItâs good that nothing happened.â
âYes.â
âSend someone else from tomorrow. Take a few days off.â
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