Van Gogh Reborn!

Chapter 74

Sihyeon, who had been anxious all day, grumbled at lunch time. 

"I don't want to do it." 

I suggested speaking with classmates, but it seems scary to Sihyeon. 

After listening to Sihyeon yesterday, I looked carefully at my classmates. 

They tended to ignore Sihyeon, even though they did not openly shun him. 

"Were still in the same class, so it is okay to stay like this?" 

I shook my head. 

"Still." 

It's still hard, but he seems to be worried about the relationship getting worse due to unnecessary behavior. 

In this situation, I think forcing him to do something could make the situation worse. 

Is there any good way? 

The best thing is for the class children to approach Sihyeon first, which is not easy. 

There should be a common thing or something. 

When I was thinking about what to do. 

I found something strange sticking out of Park Hyunwoo's desk drawer. 

What is that? 

It looks like an arm, but it fell off. 

It's a toy in human form. 

"It's Garland." 

Sihyeon seems to know what it is. 

What is this?

You don't know? Its Super robot Garland." 

Is it a cartoon? 

Yes. 

What's it about? 

I don't know. I only saw it once." 

Park Hyunwoo was standing in front of the classroom door with his face getting red. 

"Isn't this yours? 

I picked up the toy called Garland, and took it to him. 

"It's not mine. 

Park Hyunwoo took it from my hand and threw it in the trash can. 

He stammered and I watched him in bewilderment. 

"I wouldn't.wont play with a toy like that. I'm 10 years old." 

I don't know how the kids at this school were educated at home. 

I don't know how great is the family of these kids thats making them behave this way. 

Grandpa sometimes asked if Ko Hun's father and mother bullied him. 

I wanted to ask the same to these children, 

"Who cares. Whats wrong with playing with a toy." 

"It's not mine." 

I didn't know what else to say, so I took Cha Sihyeon to the restaurant. 

Today's lunch, I challenged Japanese food. 

Thanks to the popular ukiyoe in Europe, it is a country that Im very interested in, and I ordered it because I was looking forward to their food culture. 

Miso soup, ohidashi (Blanched greens), tsukemono (salted vegetables), karaage (fried chicken), mentaiko (salted eggs), and tamagoyaki (egg rolls) were served together.

When I received the food, there were more familiar foods than I thought. 

As expected, it's a neighboring country, so the way of cooking and eating seems to be similar. 

I could eat miso soup more comfortably than soybean paste stew. 

Ah. 

Crispy.

What kind of texture is this? 

Under the soft fried cover, the juicy chicken leg with dense meat was hidden. 

Isn't this the most ideal combination of fat and protein? 

Isn't this karaage the ultimate goal of fried food? 

The tongue was quickly conquered with a slight pepper scent in the mouth. 

"Is it good?" 

Sihyeon looks at me curiously. 

"Try it." 

He shakes his head when I recommend him eating karaage. 

How can I eat with that look on your face? Don't regret it and eat it when I give it to you. This is the most delicious fried chicken." 

Sihyeon picked up one and ate it. 

"It just tastes like normal karaage." 

"Do you smoke?" 

"What are you talking about?" 

What's wrong with your taste buds when you don't smoke? It's a dish that will make you fall in love with the cook." 

I liked the duck soup your grandfather made. 

Oh, that was good, too. My grandpa's food usually tastes weird, but it was good. What's that?" 

Spanakopita and Souvlaki. 

What? 

Greek food. This is pork. Do you want to try it?" 

Sihyeon tried to give half his share when I nodded quickly before he would change his mind. 

"Hey, what are you going to eat if you give me everything?" 

"I don't eat a lot." 

"You have to eat well when you're young so that you can grow like me." 

One bite is enough.You're a year older than me." 

When I returned to the classroom after a pleasant meal, a child pointed at Sihyeon and shouted loudly. 

"He's here!" 

He said pointing to the trash can. 

"You brought your toys to school, didn't you? We've seen it all! 

Ah, no.

Who else would be playing with that stuff? I'm going to tell the teacher!" 

I don't believe there's any malice in these children, but that doesn't mean I can allow this cruelty. 

"No. Its not mine" 

Sihyeon was crying. 

Park Hyunwoo was pretending as if he doesnt know anything, maybe because he is worried that he will be teased. 

"It's mine." 

The two children who were teasing Sihyeon are confused. 

"It's great to love something." 

Cha Sihyeon, Park Hyunwoo, and all the classmates were just blinking their eyes. 

I feel bad that these kids are compressing the feeling of expressing something they love. 

It's wrong. 

"It makes me happy when I play with it. What's bad and sad is hiding my feelings of love." 

Even if it's a robot, a cartoon, whatever it is, theres nothing wrong with liking something. 

I said, hoping Park Hyunwoo would understand. 

"You can fool the rest, but you can't fool yourself. Lying to yourself will only make you sadder." 

If you do this repeatedly, you will end up hating yourself. 

Your self-esteem goes down and eventually youll start hating yourself. 

The image of my young days as Van Gogh flashed in front of my eyes. 

The children who were laughing a few minutes ago got annoyed. 

"What? I'm not going to speak with you!" 

Cha Sihyeon was amazed. 

Cha Sihyeon, who has a lot of knowledge about this and that, is still only a child and could not understand why Ko Hun covered for Park Hyunwoo. 

But only one thing he could understand a little Love could solve anything. 

He could deeply sympathize with Ko Huns words that it is great to like something, and its really sad and bad to deny it. 

Cha Sihyeon, who likes to draw, lived by looking at his father who hated his grandfather. 

The child was sensible. 

He hid his feelings for painting so that his father would not be sad.

The more he thought that his father would hate him, he hid his feelings more thoroughly. 

The clever child left no trace. 

The picture was drawn only on the tablet so that it would not affect his grades, and he didn't save it so that he wouldnt get caught. 

That's What Cha Sihyeon was. 

But everything changed when he heard Ko Hun's words. 

I want to go home today. 

Cha Sihyeon told Ko Hun, who was preparing to leave school. 

"Why?" 

Cha Sihyeon mustered his courage by swallowing the saliva. 

I'm going to talk to my father. 

Ko Hun blinked. 

"I want to draw, I'll ask him to allow me to draw because I'll study hard." 

He said like a man. 

Ko Hun smiled and hugged Cha Sihyeon. 

"No matter how scary your father is, you just need to remember that he loves you." 

"Does he love me?" 

"Yeah. You can't walk around with these neat and beautiful clothes if he doesn't love you." 

Ko Hun recalled his immature days as Van Gogh when he decided to become a painter. 

Why his father was so angry and opposed to him at the time.

He now understood that his father was worried about him 

"Yes." 

Cha Sihyeon nodded his head. 

See you tomorrow!

The boy who said goodbye to his friend and got into the car was scared. 

Rather than his father getting angry, he was scared that he would be disappointed and hate him. 

No. 

Cha Sihyeon, who recalled Ko Hun's words, said to secretary Jung Jinho, barely holding his bursting heart. 

Uncle, please go to my father's office. 

Okay. 

Cha Sihyeon recalled the past few days when he was painting with Ko Hun in his head. 

Recalling that happy memory, he repeatedly thought that it would be okay and that he didn't want to give up on that. 

When he reached the EI Party office and arrived in front of the CEO's office, Cha Sihyeon could not control his fluctuating emotions. 

Jung Jinho recommended going inside.

Cha Sihyeon opened the door with a firm determination to speak clearly. 

"Sihy." 

However, as soon as he saw his father's face, such determination disappeared and only tears came out. 

"Dadddddddddddddddddy." 

CEO Cha Jaewoo was surprised when his son, who suddenly came and began to cry.

"What? Why are you crying Sihy? What happened at school? Huh?" 

The father approached his son and wrapped his face. 

He looked everywhere in his body to see if he got hit. 

'What's going on Sihy? Why?" 

"Ill study." 

"Huh?" 

"I'll study hard." 

Cha Jaewoo smirked while watching his son. 

"Why? Did you get a bad grade in your test ?" 

He wondered when he heard that a child on his way home would come, but as soon as he came, he cried and said he would study hard. 

His son, who cried because he didn't do well on the test once, was both cute and sad. 

"It's okay, I know my son is studying hard. Even if it's not a perfect score, it's enough if you work hard." 

Cha Jaewoo tapped his son's shoulder. 

"Huh." 

But the son didn't stop crying. 

He has never seen him cry this sadly. 

Cha Jaewoo's blue shirt was wet with Cha Sihyeon's tears. 

"What really happened, Sihy? Why? Did your friend bother you? Did the teacher hit you?" 

Cha Sihyeon shook his head. 

"Ill Study hard. Ill eat green vegetables and clean my room well. I'll go to bed early." 

Cha Jaewoo narrowed his eyebrows at his son's abnormal behavior. 

"Ill do everything. Everything. Please let me draw daddy." 

draw?

Cha Jaewook opened his eyes wide. 

Cha Sihyeon, who was in a hurry, urgently poured out the words that came into his head. 

"I want to draw. I'm sorry. I want to draw with Hun. I lied. I lied because I wanted to play with Hun so badly." 

"Wait, Sihy." 

"Don't hate me daddy." 

Cha Sihyeon hugged his father desperately.

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