Talent Absorption From the Age of 0

Eun-woo and Bo-ri got into Baek Soo-hee's car and headed to her grandmother's house.

“It’s all here. World star.”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

Eun-woo and Bo-ri got out of the car.

People were taking pictures near the mural.

A baby girl holding Myeong-seok's hand, who was swimming while eating ice cream, was smiling brightly at the camera.

“Hyunjeong-ah, look here. One, two, three."

Behind the baby girl, there were people waiting in line to take a picture.

couple couple. family couple.

There was a couple taking pictures next to a picture of an old woman wearing a parasol.

The woman stood under her grandmother's parasol and posed as if wearing a parasol together.

A man holding a smartphone shouted.

"pretty. our darling aww pretty One, two, three."

Eunwoo felt happy seeing people taking pictures in front of the mural.

‘The power of painting is as great as music. Seeing what makes people so happy. I didn't know that in my previous life, but Euterpe's talent is amazing.'

On her way home from the senior citizen's center, her grandmother, who had drawn the picture, recognized Eun-woo and she ran happily.

“Eunwoo. Thanks to you, my popularity has skyrocketed. thanks."

“Heh heh heh. I can't. Grandma.”

“Since that day, every day people come to take pictures in front of the house. Everyone recognizes me and my grandmother is very kind. She does and give them a compliment. Everyone in the Senior Citizens envy me. I am happy every day.”

“Grandmuni-ya, I’m happy because I’m happy.”

“Really, the grandparents of our senior citizens’ center want to meet Eunwoo. I want to ask for a picture. There are so many grandmothers and her grandfathers who live alone in this neighborhood.”

“Joe. grandma. I will draw you.”

Then one of her grandmothers ran from across the street, waving her hand.

“Gyeongseoni’s grandmother, Eunwoo.”

“I’m out of breath. come slow Mars house.”

“I am lucky to meet Eunwoo today. Eunwoo, do you have time today? I would like to ask for a picture.”

Hwaseong's house took out a photo from the bag and gave it to Eunwoo.

The faded photo was probably old and the four corners were worn out.

“It’s my husband. He was sent to Vietnam and died.”

“It’s been over fifty years, so forget it now. Mars house.”

“Is it as easy as you like? In the picture, you are smiling just like yesterday.”

“Yeah, I know. I know how. It's hard to accept seeing someone die right in front of your eyes, but since you've never seen it before, you won't believe it. Well then.”

Eunwoo's eyes reddened at the story of Hwaseong's house.

'War is a scary thing. Africa is still at war. I also lost my mom and dad in the war. I saw my mom and dad die right before my eyes, but I couldn't believe it. I was so afraid every day. Without my brother, I would probably have died sooner.I was able to live that much because I thought I had to protect my younger brother.’

Eun-woo looked at the smiling soldier in the picture.

A soldier in a green military cap with a gun was smiling awkwardly at the camera.

He was a strong man with tanned skin and hard arms.

“Grandmuni, where is Grandma Jiven?”

Hwaseong's house was in the alley opposite Gyeongseon's grandmother's.

Hwaseong House led Eunwoo to her house.

Baek Soo-hee asked Gil-dong to confirm the location of the stationery store and went to buy acrylic paints for the mural.

Eunwoo asked Hwaseong's house.

“Grandma. What kind of person would you like to be?”

“Her grandmother’s favorite flower is the camellia. When her grandfather lived with her, her grandfather planted camellias all over her neighborhood for her grandmother's sake. That is why this town was full of camellias in winter.”

Grandma Gyeong-sun, who was standing next to her, said.

“The inspiration for that house was a romantic. We were a very rare person back then. Hwaseong house said it was hard, so I lifted all the heavy stuff. My inspiration was that there were more days when I didn’t come home after drinking.”

Hwaseong's house said she was drenched in memories.

“When I went shopping and it rained, how did my grandfather come to pick me up at the market?”

“I’m really fat. Grandma.”

“I must have said more when I said I was going to Vietnam. How did you know it would be the last one? If I had known that I would not be able to see you, I would have said that I would not be able to let you go even if I died.”

Kyungseon Lee and her grandmother comforted Hwaseong's house.

“You know, is that life? I don't know everything and live like that. Don't blame yourself too much. No one can turn back time.”

Eunwoo remembered the days when he was Farinelli.

‘When I get older, I live with memories, and when I became an old man, I particularly missed Matilda. There were days when I spent the whole day thinking of her for Matilda.’

The love with Matilda that could not be achieved due to the difference in status. Since that love could not be achieved, she was more earnest and more desperate.

‘There are moments when you wait even though you know you are someone who won’t come even if you wait. I think I can see how lonely her grandmother's day would be.'

Eunwoo seemed to know what kind of picture to draw for her grandmother.

Baek Soo-hee took a deep breath and said.

“If I had known this would happen, I would have borrowed it from Gil-dong’s car.”

Baek Soo-hee put down the acrylic paint.

Eunwoo was seriously looking at the wall.

He was thinking about which picture to paint where on the wall.

Eun-woo, who finished the idea, picked up the brush.

The young soldier in the picture came to life from Eunwoo's brush tip.

Hwaseong's grandmother's husband was plain dressed in her shirt and pants.

He was standing at the entrance of the alley, holding an umbrella and waiting for her grandmother.

The grandmother in the picture was also back in her 20s.

Her young Hwaseong house was running towards her husband.

Tears welled up in the eyes of Hwaseong House, who was looking at Eunwoo's painting.

'It was a moment I missed so much. Can't you ever go back? Honey, how about Heaven?’

Tears fell from Hwaseong's eyes.

Eunwoo drew a picture of Hwaseong's house in a long skirt and his ankle socks.

Hwaseong-dak had his long hair loose and hanging down to his shoulders.

Gyung-sun, who was standing next to her, exclaimed in admiration from her grandmother.

“It looks more real than my painting. Hwaseong's husband seems to come alive in the picture. And how is the Hwaseong house so gorgeous? I forgot too, but looking at that picture reminds me of my youth in Hwaseong. I have been to Hwaseong’s house.”

Eunwoo started drawing camellia flowers on the edge of the wall.

‘The camellia flower that embroidered the whole village must have been his grandfather’s love for his grandmother. I want to paint camellias all over the house so that she can feel the love even when her grandfather is not there.’

Eun-woo said to Baek Soo-hee.

“Snow. How can I draw a camellia flower?”

“I can’t draw well, but I can draw.”

“I’ll draw camellias on the back with Yeopi.”

Baek Soo-hee started painting camellia flowers on the side and back of the wall as well.

Each time the camellia flowers increased by one or two, the expression of Hwaseong House brightened.

‘Grandma, don’t be so sad that her grandfather is gone, live in memory of her grandfather’s love.’

Eunwoo opened the talent window after completing the last camellia flower.

[Imagination level of the poet of Pegasus, the heavenly horse of Olympus 2.

You can make your imagination feel visually, auditory, tactile and olfactory.]

‘Grandma, I will breathe life into her grandmother’s memories.’

Hwaseong's grandmother saw her husband walking out of her painting.

Her husband said to the Hwaseong house with an umbrella.

“It’s raining, aren’t you wet?”

“You can jump. It's not wet."

“I run out of breath. call me If it had been, I would have gone to pick it up.”

“Your feet are fine, but what do you do? Come and go. hard on you.”

“I hate your hardship more than mine.”

Instead of answering her, Hwaseong's grandmother looked at her husband and smiled.

***

Ahead of Yoo Jeong-yeol's crayon filming, Eun-woo and Bori were watching the crayons again on the tablet.

“I really like this show. I liked [Your Song] I appeared last time, but I feel like this show makes me focus on the song more. .)”

"Is not it? The warm atmosphere is so cool. So is the stage. The composition of the song is like that.”

Eunwoo was thinking about what song he should sing while watching the broadcast.

'I like the title song [I'm Too Cute], but I want to show a different side of me on the crayon stage. It feels like a small theater performance, getting closer to the audience.

I like dancing, but I want to show a different side of me.’

said Bori.“Dog-meong (I want to go out to a place like that, too, but there aren’t any dogs out there like that?)”

At that time, there was a scene that flashed through Eunwoo's head.

‘It would be great if there was a scene where Bori and I were singing together as if we were giving and receiving.

I sit down at the piano and play simple music. If you have the piano skills you learned when you were Farinelli, you should be able to play that level without any problems.

But will she even be able to appear on TV?’

Eunwoo dialed Gildong's phone number on the kids phone.

“Hey. This is the song we decided to sing on crayons. [To my dog] Can you do it with that song?”

"Well. It seems that the CEO has already delivered to the PD that he will sing it as the title song. It seems that the Kiss Dance Team is also preparing.”

“Show me the new Mosble and I’m sorry. I'll be a fan. I think [To my dog] would suit the crayon stage. And Barley will go out with you.”

“Barley?”

Gildong's mind became complicated.

‘Puppies often appear on TV shows, but has a dog ever appeared on a music program? I think you should ask the PD about this.

But CEO Kang Ra-on wouldn’t like it when he changed songs.’

Gil-dong, who is well aware of Kang Ra-on's personality, was at a loss as to how to narrow the difference of opinion between Eun-woo and CEO.

‘First, I should convey Eunwoo’s opinion.’

Gil-dong hung up with Eun-woo and called Kang Ra-on.

Contrary to Gil-dong's expectations, CEO Kang Ra-on asked about Eun-woo's thoughts in a calm tone.

“So Eunwoo means that you thought that a song that could show off your singing skills was good for the crayon stage?”

"Yes. And because it's a small stage, they said it's good for breathing with the fans. And Bori said she wanted to appear together. She's going to sing with Bori. She also plays the piano.”

“Are you good at playing the piano?”

“When we went to LA together, I saw that he played pretty well.”

“That’s Eunwoo’s face that fans still don’t know well. That's good. Then, in this crayon, tell me to sing [To My Dog]. I will tell the PD about the appearance of Bori and make sure he can do it.”

Gil-dong was bewildered by the sudden change in Kang Ra-on's attitude.

Raon Kang hung up the phone and thought.

‘Last time [to you starting a new challenge] as well. There have been times when I made a mistake and failed to take advantage of opportunities, so this time, I have no choice but to trust Eunwoo's senses.

But when I listened to what he said, Eunwoo is strong even though she is young and has excellent judgment on situations. After all, the agility that came out of [Your Song] didn’t just come out.’

Kang Ra-on was admiring Eun-woo's thoughts and was calling Craypas PD.

***

Eunwoo was with Barley in the crayon waiting room.

“Dog-meong (I’m nervous. I saw business earlier, but I want to see you again and again. What if I excuse you on stage?)”

“Heh heh heh. hey boy. I'm fine. Genius mathematician, it's okay to pee."

“Dog-mong (That was a past life, and now it’s a puppy. And I was a complete idiot in my previous life.)”

"Nevermind. Don't you know that you're a nerdy nigga? visible contribution. like me. We are a good set.”

“Dog-meong (Yeah, only trust you and go up.)”

Then the door to the waiting room opened.

“I’m going up now.”

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