Van Gogh Reborn!

Chapter 175: Holy Spring (1)

Chapter 175: Holy Spring (1)

Chapter 175 Holy Spring (1)

Martin opened his mouth after hesitating.

Can you tell me why you think that way?

It was not an easy question to answer.

Looking back now that I had sorted out my feelings, I loved my cousin Kay, but I didnt know how to love him.

As I was organizing my thoughts, Martin spoke first.

I think the story of the two of them is essential to understand Van Gogh.

Why?

Because you can see how he thought about love.

Martin took out his smartphone and searched for something. He looked closely at his chin and showed me a letter.

It was the sentence I sent to Tao.

Should we calculate the possibility of it happening when we fall in love? Is that a solvable problem? Its a problem that cant be calculated, and even if it could, it shouldnt. We love because we love.

I still agree with this, but the problem is elsewhere.

He loved more passionately than anyone, but he was clumsy at how to love others.

How desperate he must have been to take a train at dawn to see him.

Stop, stop.

According to the records, he arrived around evening. His aunt and uncle must have been surprised when their distant nephew suddenly showed up.

I couldnt stand it anymore as I remembered the time I asked him to let me see Kay.

When his uncle told him to go back, he touched the hot lamp with his hand. He said he would throw the lamp if he didnt bring him right away.

Ahhhh.

His aunt gave me the letter that Kay was going to send me, and said that he ran away through the back door when he saw me coming and didnt know where he was.

Kay said in the letter that he didnt love me.

He said it could never happen because his parents were against it and he didnt want to see me again.

He said he didnt want to see me again and not to send him any letters.

Poor guy. He only knew how to threaten with a burn on his hand from touching the lamp. He was pure in love, but he didnt know how to share it. He was a clumsy person.

Stop please. Please.

I couldnt eat any more food.

***

After having lunch with Martin, Go Suyeol was worried about his grandson who was lying down all the time.

Whats wrong? Huh? Are you feeling sick?

No

Then. Where does it hurt?

Go Hoon buried his face in the pillow and shook his head weakly.

He knew well that many things were recorded in detail about Vincent van Gogh, who left a huge mark on art history, but he was shocked because he didnt expect that even his very personal things were well known.

He was ashamed of his past self who was clumsy at expressing his emotions and caring for others.

Go Hoon pounded the bed and Go Suyeol blinked.

Hey, you. Theres nothing you cant say to your grandfather. Whats wrong with you?

Go Hoon opened his mouth as he buried his face and worried.

Grandpa, have you ever done something embarrassing?

Of course. I have.

Then, how would you feel if it became a movie?

No way. No way.

Go Suyeol, who didnt know what Go Hoon was thinking, had no choice but to guess.

He thought that his grandson, who liked Van Gogh, was confused by seeing his negative side.

Hoon, Van Gogh was a human too.

Go Suyeol stroked his grandsons head.

He was a historical figure, so he was a bit glorified and seen as a hero by some people. And some people saw him as a madman, but he was an ordinary person too. How can a person live without making a mistake once in a while?

But Martin grandfather wanted to tell more about Van Gogh to the people who love him. He thought that even such a story would help to understand Van Gogh. He wasnt trying to criticize or mock him.

But he couldnt ignore his kindness when he saw the boys eyes looking up at him.

He had outsourced the cleaning to a professional company, but there must be some work to do if he looked for it.

Cleaning is dangerous and difficult because there are so many works.

Oh

But do you know theres a garden inside? And outside too.

Yes.

Ill give you 10 euros a day if you water the garden.

Vida Lavani opened his mouth wide.

That much?

Its huge here. Itll take an hour to do it all. Its hard.

He could work for an hour and get 10 euros, which was a dream come true for Vida Lavani. He had money left after buying pastels and sketchbooks.

I, um. Can you keep hiring me if I do well?

Michelle nodded at the boys earnestness.

He hoped that the boy who came every day to fill his stomach with candy and stared at Henri Marsos works for an hour or two would not lose hope.

Sure. But dont give too much water if you work hard. Itll hurt if you give too much.

Yes!

***

Henri! Henri!

Henri! Henri!

As he was driving, Henri Marso saw the protest scene in his eyes.

They came out to praise the hero Henri Marso and demanded that the judiciary punish the people who abused Jerome Kerbiel and Antermat.

How dare they call someones name so casually?

Arsene smiled as he confirmed Henri Marsos confident smile through the rearview mirror.

Its a relief that everything went as you thought, sir.

Hmph.

Henri Marso had nothing to do with it.

It was all done by the French artists voluntarily, and thanks to that, Henri Marsos popularity soared to the sky.

Judge Bilpang will bother you for a while.

Bilpang, who had served as mayor, minister, prime minister, and constitutional court judge, had been actively urging Henri Marso to enter politics.

He thought that a young politician with strong leadership and support was needed for the future of France, and there was no better talent than Henri Marso.

Dont answer the calls from him.

Yes?

You know hell be annoying.

Arsene chuckled.

He could shake the European economy and become the French presidential candidate if he wanted, but he chose to live as an artist, which was typical of him.

Henri Marso, who was looking out the window, turned his head as the protest march faded from his sight.

Is he really okay?

Are you talking about Hoon?

Yeah.

Yes. I heard that Mr. Goseul took him to the hospital yesterday. He said there was no problem.

He might have trauma or something. How can you test that so quickly?

Well, I dont think you need to worry about that, judging by his behavior and speech.

How do you know that?

Henri Marso recalled his childhood memories.

He had no problem because he had a bodyguard, but the experience of being threatened by an adult had tormented him for a long time.

Is he still in Paris?

If youre worried, why dont you call him yourself?

What worry.

Henri Marso closed his mouth and opened it.

Call him.

He meant to call Hoon, and Arsene couldnt help laughing.

A live recording album of the Lucerne Festival on August 22, 1954.