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As Alex Wood approached, Ko Hun recognized him and greeted him warmly.
“Hello.”
The two shook hands.
“I’m Alex Wood. I run an art channel on YouTube. Do you know?”
“Yes, I watch your videos.”
Alex’s eyes widened as Ko Hun said he watched his videos.
“Really? You’re not just being polite?”
“Really. You introduced at the Whitney Biennale, rember?”
“Aweso!”
Alex shoved his face into the cara.
“Everyone, did you hear that? Ko Hun, the artist, watches my videos. I’m such a person!”
└He’s made itㅋㅋㅋㅋ
└He used to eat hot dogs and do mukbangs like yesterday ㅠㅠ
└When did Alex beco world class?
└He probably just glanced at his introduction videoㅋㅋㅋ He didn’t even subscribe, don’t overdo itㅋㅋㅋ
└My chest swells with pride.
└Look at his face covered with paint ㅋㅋㅋ So cuteㅋㅋㅋ
“Uh, did you subscribe too?”
“No.”
Ko Hun shook his head and the viewers flooded the chat with ‘hahaha’ and ‘lololol’.
Alex, who was used to being ridiculed by the viewers, continued the conversation without caring.
“Would you mind a quick interview? It’ll be really quick.”
“I’m sorry. The kids are waiting.”
Ko Hun looked around the kids.
“Ants!”
“Where?”
“Let’s paint the ants red.”
“No!”
“Why?”
“Well… If they suddenly turn red, their mom might not recognize them.”
“Then we can’t.”
“Yeah. We can’t.”
Ko Hun shrugged his shoulders and Alex Wood nodded as he watched the kids draw freely and have fun.
He thought he understood why there weren’t many reporters who ca to interview him, even though he was such a hot topic.
‘He thinks spending ti with the kids is more important than getting more dia attention.’
Considering the art auction market, where the prices vary depending on how famous and how much buzz they generate, Ko Hun’s behavior was hard to understand.
But from the perspective of enjoying art, it was a very desirable behavior.
‘This is the real flex.’
He could have prioritized his fa and the price of his next work.
But Ko Hun looked different, valuing his ti with the kids more.
But that didn’t an he could give up on the broadcast.
‘Are you just going to leave?’
Alex Wood, who flew from New York, ca up with a good idea to find a way to cover the scene.
“Can I draw with you?”
Ko Hun smiled.
“Sure.”
Alex was happy and grabbed a brush.
“Everyone, did you hear that? I’m going to collaborate with Ko Hun, the artist, and Go Soo Yeol, the curator. Maybe we’ll have an exhibition next year.”
└Don’t be clingyㅋㅋㅋ
└What a bluffㅋㅋㅋ
└If you have an exhibition, those kids will be masters by then
“Kids, look. I can draw well too, right?”
“You’re not doing it right.”
“You missed a spot here.”
“You can’t draw.”
“…Did you say I can’t draw?”
“Are you not from our country, mister?”
“Yeah. I ca from Arica.”
“So you can’t speak well.”
Alex Wood beca friends with the kids quickly.
Maybe it was because there were only children, but the adults just watched. I was glad he joined us.
“Hey! It’s the weird uncle!”
I turned my head at the familiar voice and saw Olivier, who was dragged away by his mother yesterday.
He made eye contact with and cautiously stepped towards , avoiding the sunflowers.
“Bro! Can I have so snacks?”
“They’re over there. Can your mom co too?”
“No.”
“Then?”
He answered confidently when I asked curiously.
“I just ca.”
Olivier ran down the street to his grandfather’s car.
He’s a brave kid.
“Brother, I want a different green.”
“What kind of green?”
“A prettier one.”
A prettier green.
That’s a hard request.
I rummaged through the basket of paints and took out a few. He looked at them with a serious expression.
I gave him enough ti to think and tried to draw a sunflower, but a familiar voice called .
“Hoon-ah.”
Bida Lavani ca up to with a smile, looking much healthier.
She must have rested and eaten well while she was hospitalized, because her skin looked better too.
Soone was clinging to Lavani’s back and ca with her.
Her sibling?
“Did you already get discharged?”
“Yeah. Yesterday. I’m not hurting at all now.”
I was relieved that she didn’t look like she was trying to hide her sadness with a smile.
“You’re here.”
I wondered who the kid with her was, but I recognized him when he ca closer.
It was Adley, who left without having much fun the day before.
“She said she t you and brought you along. She said you wanted to co again.”
They seed to know each other.
“Thanks for coming.”
He showed his face when I pretended to know him. I smiled warmly and he hid his face again.
“Hey!”
Olivier, who brought so snacks, recognized Adley and ca over.
“Here.”
He shared his snacks, which was admirable.
“Let’s go over there and draw.”
“Uh…”
“Hurry up.”
Olivier grabbed Adley’s hand and headed to where the other kids were. He looked a bit flustered, but he didn’t resist, so he must not hate it.
Bida Lavani looked a bit surprised.
“Here.”
“Huh?”
“If you’re here, you have to draw.”
I handed her a brush and she smiled brightly, making the sa expression as Adley.
“Okay.”
One of the reporters who ca asked if I wanted to finish the drawings that the kids made, but I didn’t want to.
I didn’t want to make this street painting my work.
It was enough to leave it as a proof that I and the people who live in this village were together. It would be aningless to fix the sunflowers that the kids drew.
Thanks to that, I could find so very unique sunflowers.
There were sunflowers with blue centers and sunflowers with yellow leaves and stems.
So kids drew butterflies and bees, probably because they thought it was strange that there were flowers without them.
‘I think it’ll be done sooner than I thought.’
I looked around and it seed like it would take a day or two to fill up the uphill road.
They said they would apply prir first, but so kids didn’t understand that it would increase the adhesion between the paint and the wall, so I didn’t know how far they would go.
“…”
As I sorted out my thoughts, I saw Bida Lavani in my sight.
She was looking around.
“What are you doing?”
“Huh? Oh. …I’m just curious.”
She waited and then started to say what she wanted to say.
“There are so many adults near our neighborhood, but nothing’s happening.”
“…”
“ too. And Adley.”
I wonder what kind of life I had lived, if I was afraid of even being among ordinary people, if I felt strange.
“Not everyone is bad.”
Ravani didn’t answer.
“You’ve t a lot of bad people so far, so you’ll et more good people in the future.”
“…Really?”
“Yes, you will. Michelle and the staff at Marso Gallery are good people, aren’t they?”
“Yes.”
He finally smiles.
“You too.”
Cha, who was embarrassed by Ravani’s words and avoided his gaze.
A man shouted.
“Olivier! What are you doing here!”
The children flinched in surprise and the adults who were looking around also shifted their eyes.
It seed to be Olivier’s father.
“Dad…”
“I told you not to co here, didn’t I!”
“I was bored.”
“Tsk.”
Olivier looked like he was about to cry any mont. He put down his brush weakly and greeted Adley.
“I have to go.”
“…”
“Tomorrow.”
“Olivier!”
The man shouted again, creating a fearful atmosphere.
I hated him so much, and the people who were with him on the street also showed their displeasure.
Grandpa approached the man.
“Heh. Hello.”
“…What?”
“I’m the one who draws pictures here, and the kid seems to want to play a little more. Why don’t you stay with him if you’re worried?”
The man looked around and snorted.
"An old man who slls like garlic on his breath. What a ss."1)
“What did you say?”
I couldn’t think of anything else.
I was filled with the thought that the bastard who was not even human had insulted Grandpa, and as I approached him, Grandpa ca and stopped .
“Hoon-ah, it’s okay.”
“He just insulted you, Grandpa.”
I couldn’t say it out loud, so I closed my mouth and Grandpa stroked my back.
“There’s no point in fighting with soone who doesn’t listen. It’s okay.”
I know he’ll never co to his senses in his life.
“But I can’t just let it go. I need an apology.”
“Hoon-ah.”
Grandpa tried to calm down again, but the man ca and threatened .
“What did you say just now?”
“I said you, but I should have said pig.”
“You bastard.”
Before I could do anything, Grandpa grabbed the man’s wrist.
“Young friend, you have a nasty mouth.”
“Hey, let go of .”
“Apologize.”
“Aaaaah!”
“Apologize right now!”
“…”
I wondered if he was the sa person who said there was nothing to gain from fighting with soone who doesn’t listen.
He looked like he was going to break the man’s wrist any mont.
“Gr, Grandpa.”
I felt like sothing bad was going to happen, so I called Grandpa, but he blocked with his other hand.
“Ow! What are you doing! Call the police! The Chinese guy is hitting soone!”
He was talking nonsense, as if he hadn’t been scolded enough.
“Dad! Grandpa, let go of my dad! Please!”
Olivier clung to him and begged, and Grandpa reluctantly threw the man away.
“Dad! Are you okay?”
“Argh! You! How dare you do this to ? Huh? Do you know who I am?”
“You’re worse than my son. I know you’re the bastard who tried to hurt my grandson.”
“I’ll sue you. Everyone here saw it! Huh!”
That jerk was still.
“Did you see that, everyone? Master Go Soo-yeol just gave a punch to that damn racist! He might be a child abuser, judging by how he treats his writer Ko Hun or his son.”
Alex Wood, who was speaking to the cara, turned his head.
“12,087 people saw who tried to use violence first. You can’t lie about it.”
bicot.
A derogatory term used by so French people for forr North African colonies or Arabs.
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