Chapter 209 (1/2)
Chapter 209: To Reach for the Stars, or to Become One (1)
TL: emptycube / ED: Isleidir
-Hey, we had a serious discussion while eating live octopuses
Ki's voice sounded out fro out as it was noisy in the background I unconsciously frowned Has there ever been a good result fro We decided to invest a lot in it Friends need to help each other
”If you want to help, just watch the film Did you watch Alive?”
-There's no need to feel any burden Although we proe money between each other, the situation this ti you your wedding gift and invest five thousand won each{1} Friends need to help each other
”That's why I said, if you want to help- Howup irinned froer's seat
”There are quite a few people like that around le There were a lot of people who bet on whether your next project would be a success or not for fun, and now it see field for it”
Chief Lee Kyojin loosened his tie as he looked at me
”There must be more around you”
”There are”
My family members, relatives, and even people beyond that were curious There were a few people who asked me to tell them how the film was after the shoot or how people reacted to internal screenings It felt like I was on a ga table
”Aren't there too many people here?”
Chief Lee Kyojin said in astonish lot
The croas so large that you ht think ere at a flea market on a holiday
”Will you be okay? A lot of people nize you”
”I've colasses and a hat over led hair My face reflected in the rear-view ht jacket, Chief Lee Kyojin, who got out before me, raised his brows
”That's it? It's a bit weak considering you've come prepared”
”I have one reen jacket on like a cloak Chief Lee Kyojin burst laughing after seeing a university's na letters on the back
”I don't knohich department's jacket that is, but it's quite intense”
”It was a prop for a drauised as a university student, I entered the flea market with steadfast steps People had laid outwere noisily or
The face I was looking for was in a place with easels and portrait paintings
A painter, who gave off a heart-war, and a spot between his clients were particularly still
”Stop Don't move”
The painter said in a low voice
The child sitting in front of hihtened his neck
”Mister, ill it be done?”
”Endure for a bit longer I'ood job for you”
The parents pacified the gru child They waited expectantly
The painter painting the child's portrait gave off a different ues, ore simple t-shi+rts, he wore a dress shi+rt on and a professional apron with its strings tied tightly around his waist
His black hair looked soft, and he wore a lightly faded pair of glasses and a black face loomy, and his actions were delicate
”Ahh…”
Chief Lee Kyojin adaze alternated between the paper and the child's face before his hand started ain As mood elevated to where it seemed like a masterpiece was about to be unveiled, passersby stopped in their tracks and tilted their heads
”Hey, doesn't that painter look like he has a story?”
”What? Just ad too Let's go get our portrait too Howit for free Why is he drawing for free?”
”You're right Is he just volunteering?”
The tomen stood in line as they tilted their heads
Soon, the painter put down his pencil The child was hopping in his seat
”Mister, is it done yet?”
”It's done, but I don't like it very much”
”Please show me!”
The child's small hand snatched the paper away Thehe had held his breath in expectations for, he flinched Even his parents, ere happily watching, flinched The wolanced at it and flinched
It wasn't a portrait It was an abstract painting
Besides there being asimilar
”… Mister, what is this? Did you paint this with your feet?”
”I painted it with my hands”
”Is this ood”
”I didn't knoould be this bad!”
The irritated child looked at other painters' works beside hi really well! Why is yours like this?”
”Child”
Aa baseball cap behind the painter cut in
”The painting's like that because it's free If you want a better portrait, go next door, pay three thousand won, and ask theain”
”Trash!+”
”That's life”
Even while gru, the child took the portrait and left Of course, the wo in line also left The painters next to theht another one
”How are you planning to live off your paintings if your skills are this bad?”
”My friend's works are always a bit peculiar… Teaot to his feet
Then, the street painter, Nam Joyoon, smiled with a welcome face
”You're here?”