On our way home, Sihyeon could not hide his excitement.
I wonder what kind of picture he’s drawing in that little head.
“Show me the paintings.”
Sihyeon quickly became sullen when I asked him what kind of picture he had drawn.
“…There is no painting.”
“On the tablet.?”
“I didn’t save it.”
“None?”
“Yes.”
Unbelievable.
Sihyeon had a good sense of handling colors for a young child.
I can’t believe that he doesn’t have any paintings.
It doesn’t make sense.
Suddenly, I remembered that he deleted the completed painting without saving it yesterday.
“Why?”
He didn’t answer.
Even if he doesn’t answer, I can roughly infer that its because his father opposes it.
He seems to be much stricter than I thought.
“Why does your father hate painting so much?”
Sihyeon looked at grandpa.
He seems to be worried that grandpa might say what he said to his father.
Looking at his nervous expression grandpa said.
“Don’t worry. Your father won’t know what happens here today.”
Sihyeon wiggled his fingers, hesitated and swallowed his words a few times.
I didn’t want to push him, so I patted him on the shoulder.
“Let’s draw a lot. I’ve got your brush ready.”
“…thank you.”
The blunt child has a pretty cute side.
However, it is a pity that I can feel the sadness he has in his heart.
“We’re almost there.”
Thinking about it, We arrived home before I knew it.
I led him to the studio.
“It’s cool, right?”
Sihyeon didn’t answer.
He opened his mouth slightly and looked at the studio.
His eyes were sparkling.
“Now, this is your seat.”
I pointed to the easel and chair that my grandpa prepared separately yesterday.
When I gave him a pencil, eraser, brush, palette, paint, and knife, he held it very carefully and examined it.
I took out the 40F canvas for him to draw as much as he wanted.
“Draw as much as you want.”
I gave him a big canvas to relieve his pent-up heart, but I know that he will probably be at a loss.
In most cases, when you try to draw, you don’t know what to draw.
I turned on the faucet thinking that the progress will not be fast for the time being.
The water rises with a pleasant sound.
When I turned around with the water bottle, the impatient guy already squeezed the paint.
They are ivory black, ultra-marine, and titanium white.
He nodded his head as if asking me whether he could really use it.
I want to tell him how to use a brush, how to combine colors, and what he needs to prepare before drawing on the canvas.
But right now, I just want him to enjoy it.
“Ultra Marine would be good to save it later.”
Sihyeon dipped ivory black with a large brush and painted it on the canvas.
He intended to paint it all black.
If he paints black first, it will be hard to paint, since it will take time for it to dry.
It is a bold action that can happen if you don’t have proper knowledge, but the process of realizing it by himself is important.
I was watching him with my chin on my hand.
This time he touched the ultramarine color with the used brush.
He didn’t care much whether the colors are mixed or not.
He felt confused as if something was wrong after he took the brush to the canvas.
He looked at the canvas, the brush, and the palette and finally turned his head.
” Hun….What should I do?”
I laughed because he looked like he was about to cry.
I stopped the laugh from escaping my mouth by holding it with my hands.
“don’t laugh.”
I barely stopped laughing.
“It’s better to use bright colors first. It’s better to wash if you don’t want the paint to get mixed.”
“… It was okay on the tablet.”
Sihyeon, who drew only on the tablet, may not have any common sense.
“It’s okay because you can paint over it when it’s a little dry.”
Sihyeon looked at the canvas and pouted his mouth.
” Did I do it wrong…”
“No.”
It’s time to encourage him not to lose interest.
He should know that no matter how wonderful an artist paints, he would be really bad at first.
“There’s no right or wrong in painting.”
“Really?”
Unlike his first impression, he’s really a very emotional child.
His face brightens up in no time.
“Yes. You just drew it badly.”
Sihyeon began to cry.
⏩ ⏩ ⏩ ⏩ ⏩ ⏩
“Yes. He said he’d take care of dinner.”
“Okay. Good job.”
Cha Jaewoo, CEO of EI Party, was briefed by his secretary about his son.
‘I hope nothing happens.’
However, concerns remained.
Cha Jaewoo was first told that he wanted to play with his friend, and he gladly accepted it because of the social position of Artist Ko Sooyeol, but he was worried if his son would start drawing paintings under the influence of Ko Hun.
Cha Jaewoo hated the species called Painters, who turn a blind eye to reality.
His father Cha Sangchul, was a nameless painter, who paid no attention to his family.
Whether his wife washed the dishes for 14 hours a day or whether his son ate or not, he drew only trees.
The reason he was not recognized was because of his vested interests.
He expressed his sense of regret and inferiority to his family, saying, “Because I don’t have money, don’t look down on me.”
Drinking alcohol and committing violence became a daily life.
Cha Jaewoo, who grew up watching his mother Kim Mikyung make money alone and take care of the housework, hated his father.
He decided to succeed for his mother who had suffered for him.
Is it because of that deep resentment?
Cha Jaewoo was able to become the CEO of the nation’s largest food and beverage manufacturer and led a happy family with his mother, wife and son.
The only blemish was the father, whom he couldn’t cut off due to the curse of being blood relatives.
Cha Sangchul did not use violence like he used to, but he tried to project his dream on his grandson Cha Sihyeon.
Cha Jaewoo didn’t want his trash father to be with his son.
“Sihyeon, you’re talented. Grandpa will teach you how to draw.”
“What do you think of the tree that your grandfather drew?”
“You can’t use the line like that. Do it again.”
The moment Cha Jaewoo saw his son being brainwashed by his father, he was filled with desire to kill his father.
After that day, Cha Jaewoo thoroughly made sure that his trash father was away from his son.
If his son wanted to paint on his own, he wanted him to have the ability to make a living on his own at least with his own will.
Although he had enough ability to create the best environment for his son, Cha Jaewoo did not want his son to lean on his property and live irresponsibly.
But the son was too young to judge it.
He was at an age where he didn’t even know what he wanted to do or what he had to prepare for the future, and above all, Cha Jaewoo judged that the influence Cha Sihyeon received from his grandfather remained.
He judged that it was too early for his son to make a decision about his future.
Until then, Cha Jaewoo didn’t want to force anything on his son.
He wanted Cha Sihyeon to be free to think and judge.
⏩ ⏩ ⏩ ⏩ ⏩ ⏩
The day his grandson brought his friend. Ko Sooyeol decided to show off his cooking skills.
He checked the jjimdak recipe on Internet.
Ko Sooyeol, who was checking the ingredients, narrowed his eyes.
“Who puts coke in the jjimdak?”
Thinking that he found the wrong recipe, he searched ‘how to make jjimdak’ .
This time also it was recommended to add coke to create sweetness and color.
“Are they out of their mind?”
Ko Sooyeol put a lot of fruit and vegetables along with the cilantro, which he thought would be enough, then added pears, jujubes, and onions for sweetness.
He thought it would be good for his grandson’s health.
“Let’s see. How much water do I need to put in?”
He turned on the gas stove after pouring water so that all the ingredients could be submerged.
“Is it done now?”
Tired of cooking, he sat on the sofa in the living room.
‘The meat will be softened and the bones will be well coated only when boiled.’
Ko Sooyeol turned on the TV leisurely.
It’s been about 10 minutes.
A delicious smell began to enter his nose.
“Let me taste it.”
Ko Sooyeol headed to the kitchen.
He was surprised by the heat of opening the pot.
“Why is there so much water?”
Ko Sooyeol, who did not expect water to come out, tasted the soup.
It was so bland.
There was no sweetness.
“Should I really need to put in real coke?”
He put in soy sauce, but the color he ate at the store didn’t come out.
He tried adding flavored salt and soy sauce little by little, but it didn’t get better.
Jjajang ramen came into Ko Sooyeol’s eyes, who was wondering if he should order delivery since he can’t feed his grandson’s friend with tasteless food.
After a while, Ko Sooyeol, who tasted the jjimdak soup boiled with black bean ramen powder, nodded satisfactorily.
The color faded well to dark brown, the seasoning was appropriate, and the savory taste was excellent.
Contrary to the original idea, it became a soup, but it was not a big problem.
“Guys, let’s eat.”
Ko Sooyeol called the children, taking out the food.
He was surprised when he saw Ko Hun and Cha Sihyeon coming out of the studio.
“Oh, my God.”
He thought they painted on their body instead of the canvas, as their clothes, face, hands, were covered in paint.
But the two children’s expressions were bright.
“What did you do? Why did you do this? Hun?”
“He couldn’t use a brush, so I asked him to draw it with his hands. It was fun, wasn’t it?”
“Yes.”
⏩⏩⏩⏩⏩⏩
“Oh, take it off quickly.”
“Take it off….?”
Ko Hun urged Cha Sihyeon, while taking off his shirt and packing salt.
“Huh?”
“We have to wash it.”
Cha Sihyeon hesitated in confusion.
He was reluctant to take off his clothes in front of his friend’s grandfather, whom he met for the first time.
“If you go home like that, you father will know that you drew something””
Cha Sihyeon, who had so much fun, didn’t think he would be caught by his father, took off his clothes quickly.
“Will this get erased?”
“Yes. It will be gone if you put it in salt water and wash it with vinegar.”
Ko Hun put salt and water in the bathtub and put their clothes in it.
He then sprayed water with the shower nozzle on Cha Sihyeon to soothe him, who was anxious because he was not reliable.
“What are you doing!”
“Don’t worry. It’s okay.”
When Cha Sihyeon saw Ko Hun’s smiling face, his nervous heart calmed down.
Cha Sihyeon took the shower nozzle and sprayed water on Ko Hun.
On our way home, Sihyeon could not hide his excitement.
I wonder what kind of picture he’s drawing in that little head.
“Show me the paintings.”
Sihyeon quickly became sullen when I asked him what kind of picture he had drawn.
“…There is no painting.”
“On the tablet.?”
“I didn’t save it.”
“None?”
“Yes.”
Unbelievable.
Sihyeon had a good sense of handling colors for a young child.
I can’t believe that he doesn’t have any paintings.
It doesn’t make sense.
Suddenly, I remembered that he deleted the completed painting without saving it yesterday.
“Why?”
He didn’t answer.
Even if he doesn’t answer, I can roughly infer that its because his father opposes it.
He seems to be much stricter than I thought.
“Why does your father hate painting so much?”
Sihyeon looked at grandpa.
He seems to be worried that grandpa might say what he said to his father.
Looking at his nervous expression grandpa said.
“Don’t worry. Your father won’t know what happens here today.”
Sihyeon wiggled his fingers, hesitated and swallowed his words a few times.
I didn’t want to push him, so I patted him on the shoulder.
“Let’s draw a lot. I’ve got your brush ready.”
“…thank you.”
The blunt child has a pretty cute side.
However, it is a pity that I can feel the sadness he has in his heart.
“We’re almost there.”
Thinking about it, We arrived home before I knew it.
I led him to the studio.
“It’s cool, right?”
Sihyeon didn’t answer.
He opened his mouth slightly and looked at the studio.
His eyes were sparkling.
“Now, this is your seat.”
I pointed to the easel and chair that my grandpa prepared separately yesterday.
When I gave him a pencil, eraser, brush, palette, paint, and knife, he held it very carefully and examined it.
I took out the 40F canvas for him to draw as much as he wanted.
“Draw as much as you want.”
I gave him a big canvas to relieve his pent-up heart, but I know that he will probably be at a loss.
In most cases, when you try to draw, you don’t know what to draw.
I turned on the faucet thinking that the progress will not be fast for the time being.
The water rises with a pleasant sound.
When I turned around with the water bottle, the impatient guy already squeezed the paint.
They are ivory black, ultra-marine, and titanium white.
He nodded his head as if asking me whether he could really use it.
I want to tell him how to use a brush, how to combine colors, and what he needs to prepare before drawing on the canvas.
But right now, I just want him to enjoy it.
“Ultra Marine would be good to save it later.”
Sihyeon dipped ivory black with a large brush and painted it on the canvas.
He intended to paint it all black.
If he paints black first, it will be hard to paint, since it will take time for it to dry.
It is a bold action that can happen if you don’t have proper knowledge, but the process of realizing it by himself is important.
I was watching him with my chin on my hand.
This time he touched the ultramarine color with the used brush.
He didn’t care much whether the colors are mixed or not.
He felt confused as if something was wrong after he took the brush to the canvas.
He looked at the canvas, the brush, and the palette and finally turned his head.
” Hun….What should I do?”
I laughed because he looked like he was about to cry.
I stopped the laugh from escaping my mouth by holding it with my hands.
“don’t laugh.”
I barely stopped laughing.
“It’s better to use bright colors first. It’s better to wash if you don’t want the paint to get mixed.”
“… It was okay on the tablet.”
Sihyeon, who drew only on the tablet, may not have any common sense.
“It’s okay because you can paint over it when it’s a little dry.”
Sihyeon looked at the canvas and pouted his mouth.
” Did I do it wrong…”
“No.”
It’s time to encourage him not to lose interest.
He should know that no matter how wonderful an artist paints, he would be really bad at first.
“There’s no right or wrong in painting.”
“Really?”
Unlike his first impression, he’s really a very emotional child.
His face brightens up in no time.
“Yes. You just drew it badly.”
Sihyeon began to cry.
⏩ ⏩ ⏩ ⏩ ⏩ ⏩
“Yes. He said he’d take care of dinner.”
“Okay. Good job.”
Cha Jaewoo, CEO of EI Party, was briefed by his secretary about his son.
‘I hope nothing happens.’
However, concerns remained.
Cha Jaewoo was first told that he wanted to play with his friend, and he gladly accepted it because of the social position of Artist Ko Sooyeol, but he was worried if his son would start drawing paintings under the influence of Ko Hun.
Cha Jaewoo hated the species called Painters, who turn a blind eye to reality.
His father Cha Sangchul, was a nameless painter, who paid no attention to his family.
Whether his wife washed the dishes for 14 hours a day or whether his son ate or not, he drew only trees.
The reason he was not recognized was because of his vested interests.
He expressed his sense of regret and inferiority to his family, saying, “Because I don’t have money, don’t look down on me.”
Drinking alcohol and committing violence became a daily life.
Cha Jaewoo, who grew up watching his mother Kim Mikyung make money alone and take care of the housework, hated his father.
He decided to succeed for his mother who had suffered for him.
Is it because of that deep resentment?
Cha Jaewoo was able to become the CEO of the nation’s largest food and beverage manufacturer and led a happy family with his mother, wife and son.
The only blemish was the father, whom he couldn’t cut off due to the curse of being blood relatives.
Cha Sangchul did not use violence like he used to, but he tried to project his dream on his grandson Cha Sihyeon.
Cha Jaewoo didn’t want his trash father to be with his son.
“Sihyeon, you’re talented. Grandpa will teach you how to draw.”
“What do you think of the tree that your grandfather drew?”
“You can’t use the line like that. Do it again.”
The moment Cha Jaewoo saw his son being brainwashed by his father, he was filled with desire to kill his father.
After that day, Cha Jaewoo thoroughly made sure that his trash father was away from his son.
If his son wanted to paint on his own, he wanted him to have the ability to make a living on his own at least with his own will.
Although he had enough ability to create the best environment for his son, Cha Jaewoo did not want his son to lean on his property and live irresponsibly.
But the son was too young to judge it.
He was at an age where he didn’t even know what he wanted to do or what he had to prepare for the future, and above all, Cha Jaewoo judged that the influence Cha Sihyeon received from his grandfather remained.
He judged that it was too early for his son to make a decision about his future.
Until then, Cha Jaewoo didn’t want to force anything on his son.
He wanted Cha Sihyeon to be free to think and judge.
⏩ ⏩ ⏩ ⏩ ⏩ ⏩
The day his grandson brought his friend. Ko Sooyeol decided to show off his cooking skills.
He checked the jjimdak recipe on Internet.
Ko Sooyeol, who was checking the ingredients, narrowed his eyes.
“Who puts coke in the jjimdak?”
Thinking that he found the wrong recipe, he searched ‘how to make jjimdak’ .
This time also it was recommended to add coke to create sweetness and color.
“Are they out of their mind?”
Ko Sooyeol put a lot of fruit and vegetables along with the cilantro, which he thought would be enough, then added pears, jujubes, and onions for sweetness.
He thought it would be good for his grandson’s health.
“Let’s see. How much water do I need to put in?”
He turned on the gas stove after pouring water so that all the ingredients could be submerged.
“Is it done now?”
Tired of cooking, he sat on the sofa in the living room.
‘The meat will be softened and the bones will be well coated only when boiled.’
Ko Sooyeol turned on the TV leisurely.
It’s been about 10 minutes.
A delicious smell began to enter his nose.
“Let me taste it.”
Ko Sooyeol headed to the kitchen.
He was surprised by the heat of opening the pot.
“Why is there so much water?”
Ko Sooyeol, who did not expect water to come out, tasted the soup.
It was so bland.
There was no sweetness.
“Should I really need to put in real coke?”
He put in soy sauce, but the color he ate at the store didn’t come out.
He tried adding flavored salt and soy sauce little by little, but it didn’t get better.
Jjajang ramen came into Ko Sooyeol’s eyes, who was wondering if he should order delivery since he can’t feed his grandson’s friend with tasteless food.
After a while, Ko Sooyeol, who tasted the jjimdak soup boiled with black bean ramen powder, nodded satisfactorily.
The color faded well to dark brown, the seasoning was appropriate, and the savory taste was excellent.
Contrary to the original idea, it became a soup, but it was not a big problem.
“Guys, let’s eat.”
Ko Sooyeol called the children, taking out the food.
He was surprised when he saw Ko Hun and Cha Sihyeon coming out of the studio.
“Oh, my God.”
He thought they painted on their body instead of the canvas, as their clothes, face, hands, were covered in paint.
But the two children’s expressions were bright.
“What did you do? Why did you do this? Hun?”
“He couldn’t use a brush, so I asked him to draw it with his hands. It was fun, wasn’t it?”
“Yes.”
⏩⏩⏩⏩⏩⏩
“Oh, take it off quickly.”
“Take it off….?”
Ko Hun urged Cha Sihyeon, while taking off his shirt and packing salt.
“Huh?”
“We have to wash it.”
Cha Sihyeon hesitated in confusion.
He was reluctant to take off his clothes in front of his friend’s grandfather, whom he met for the first time.
“If you go home like that, you father will know that you drew something””
Cha Sihyeon, who had so much fun, didn’t think he would be caught by his father, took off his clothes quickly.
“Will this get erased?”
“Yes. It will be gone if you put it in salt water and wash it with vinegar.”
Ko Hun put salt and water in the bathtub and put their clothes in it.
He then sprayed water with the shower nozzle on Cha Sihyeon to soothe him, who was anxious because he was not reliable.
“What are you doing!”
“Don’t worry. It’s okay.”
When Cha Sihyeon saw Ko Hun’s smiling face, his nervous heart calmed down.
Cha Sihyeon took the shower nozzle and sprayed water on Ko Hun.
