Van Gogh Reborn!-Chapter 257:

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Close Friends (4)

“How can you sleep like this? Stop talking nonsense.”

I don’t know what he’s saying after making such a mess.

I’m just getting the hang of the work and making progress, but I can’t quit now.

He should know how hard it is to get back into the groove once you stop working when you’re immersed in it.

He’s just being spiteful.

“Take a shower and go to bed.”

“…”

“I said go to bed.”

“…”

He ignores me a few times, but he eventually gives up and focuses on his own work.

I get greedy and want to decorate the house as well, but I don’t know if I can finish it by tonight.

Henri Matisse straightened his back after successfully making a ball in the box with only the corners left.

The ball was barely attached to the eight corners, excluding the floor.

He checked the time after finishing the base, and the clock pointed to 2 a.m.

He climbed onto the dining table and looked at Go Hun painting with a brush.

Go Hun, who had finally made a puppy, was making a bird and a child based on his skills.

He realized that the reason why the chocolate puppy failed was because of its weight and size, so he decided to reduce the size.

But with the balloon mold, the volume could only increase, and he had to find another way.

He searched for the works of chocolatiers and chocolate artists on the internet and organized his thoughts.

He adopted a method of putting melted chocolate in a plastic bag, cutting off a corner, and stacking it like a 3D printer. 𝑓𝘳ℯℯ𝔀ℯ𝓫𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓵.𝘤𝘰𝓶

He quickly understood the technique because he had seen how a 3D printer worked many times, and he was finally able to make chocolate birds, puppies, and people.

It was different from his original intention, but he was gradually approaching his goal of giving joy to the children.

‘…’

Henri Matisse watched Go Hun, who had been concentrating for hours, for a while.

He had started working around noon yesterday, so he had been doing it for 14 hours straight.

He recalled his childhood and was worried about the boy.

He had a personality that he had to see the end of whatever he was into, and he often had minor illnesses due to his irregular lifestyle.

He couldn’t give up his work, so he spent his spare time taking care of his body, but his physical condition was not very good because of his ingrained habits.

He maintained his health thanks to the constant care and his own efforts, but his liver and kidney levels rose as soon as he let his guard down.

“…”

That’s why he wanted Go Hun to live a regular life for his health, but he couldn’t stop him anymore.

He himself knew that he was not well, but he willingly did not let go of his brush and chisel, so he thought Go Hun would be no different.

People who were obsessed with something did not hear what others said around them.

Go Hun drew a butterfly with chocolate on wax paper and folded it slightly.

He made sure that the two wings did not stick together, so that it would harden as if it was flapping its wings.

A strange sympathy rose in Henri Matisse’s chest, which was full of worry.

When he held a brush and a chisel, only the work and himself existed.

He liked that loneliness.

He liked the process of getting closer to the ideal, step by step, and the heart that fluttered more as he did.

The satisfaction that flooded like a tidal wave when he completed the work.

Nothing could replace that.

The two continued to create their own worlds.

Only the sound of chocolate falling in the silence, but it was more peaceful than ever.

The day dawned.

“Ouch.”

Go Su Yeol, who came down to the second floor, looked around the kitchen that was a mess.

Chocolate wrappers and wax paper, chisels, chocolate pieces filled with trash cans, cookie crumbs.

He couldn’t tell where to start cleaning up the pots and dishes that filled the sink.

He thought he would have to eat outside this morning.

“Huh.”

He saw two works in his sight.

One of the works on the cold marble was a chocolate house made by Go Hun.

It was like the house in the fairy tale Hansel and Gretel, in the middle of the forest.

In the lush forest of chocolate grass and chocolate trees, puppies, rabbits, and butterflies were playing along the chocolate road shaped like stones.

It was not finished yet, but it was hard to believe that he made it in a day, it was so elaborate.

‘How did he do this.’

He examined how his grandson expressed the texture of the walls and plants.

He nodded his head when he saw the brush and wax paper, wondering how he made the butterfly that looked like it would flap its wings at any moment.

He was amazed when he first saw him eat.

When he used oil pastels and watercolors, Ko Hun had always used the materials effectively.

This time, he seemed to have made good use of their high viscosity and fast-drying properties.

On the other hand, Henri Marso’s work was hard to believe even with two eyes.

Marceau had carved out a sphere and depicted four scenes depending on the direction of view.

From the front, two maple trees stood along the spherical surface, and a woman was sculpted between them.

Turning to the right, there was a maple tree on the left and an iris field on the right.

Turning another 90 degrees, there was a man standing between the iris field and Marceau’s mansion.

The statue in the middle had one side sculpted as a woman and the other as a man.

Taking another step, the lovers were standing back to back between Marceau’s mansion and the maple trees.

It looked like a snowball made of chocolate.

This was also not yet finished, but it was hard to believe that it had been done in a day.

Kosuyeol laughed sarcastically as he looked at the two works and headed to the living room.

He could see Henri Marso, who was asleep on the sofa with his arms crossed, and Ko Hun, who was lying long with his legs as a pillow.

Two days later.

Michel was surprised to find her lover.

She had been worried that he hadn’t contacted her for a few days after saying he would make chocolate, and when she saw a huge chocolate sculpture in front of her, she was speechless.

The spherical sculpture had its surface carved with trees, a mansion, and flowers, and the floor was full of irises.

In the middle, Henri and Michel were standing back to back.

“…What?”

Michel, who had no romance at all, would have been pleased if her lover had made a heart-shaped chocolate, looked back and forth between the sculpture and her lover.

Henri Marso cut off the top of the sphere with a heated knife.

He put a grater on it and shook off the white chocolate powder, and snow fell on the iris field.

For the two people who had spent their time only in the mansion to avoid the eyes of the surroundings, Marceau’s mansion and its grounds were a place of memories.

The summer when the irises bloomed, the autumn when the maple leaves turned red, and the especially quiet Marceau mansion on snowy days.

“Henri.”

Michel called her lover.

His emerald eyes were full of love. She couldn’t help but fall for his occasional innocence.

The two kissed.

They parted their lips regretfully, exchanged glances, and kissed again. After repeating this, Henri Marso pushed her away.

“Eat.”

“…This?”

“You asked me to make it.”

Michel looked at the chocolate sculpture.

The sculpture that Henri Marso had worked hard on for three days was not a simple piece of art.

It was a precious treasure that shaped their memories.

“How can I eat this?”

Henri Marso frowned.

“I made it for you.”

“Still.”

Michel hesitated and Henri picked up a knife. He was about to cut off a maple tree when Michel screamed.

“Wait! Wait a minute!”

“Why?”

“Don’t do that. Huh?”

“It’ll go bad if you leave it.”

“Just a little more.”

“I’m tired. I’m going to sleep.”

Henri Marso, who had stayed up for three days and nights, complained of fatigue.

He wanted to feed Michel the chocolate and sleep comfortably as soon as possible.

“Hey, wait. Take a picture. Take a picture. Hey, you idiot!”

When Henri finally cut off a branch, Michel hit his back.

Meanwhile.

Kosuyeol and Bang Taeho also opened their eyes wide at the chocolate house that Ko Hun had given them.

A chocolate penguin that looked like it was 50 cm tall was staring at them with round eyes.

“It’s a penguin.”

Ko Hun, who had prepared another work for his grandfather and Bang Taeho besides the for the children, was a bit disappointed by their reaction.

“Don’t you like it?”

“No, no.”

“Not really.”

Ko Hun asked and Kosuyeol and Bang Taeho shook their heads in confusion.

“It’s hard to make complex shapes with balloons. Like a dog. But I thought a standing penguin would be simple enough.”

“Uh, uh.”

Bang Taeho trailed off.

The Penguin was filled with chocolate syrup and mousse, nuts, nougat, and various candies on its belly and head.

“Just scoop it with a spoon.”

Ko Hun handed a spoon to his grandfather and Bang Taeho with a smile.

“Please eat it all.”

“All of this?”

Kosuyeol asked in surprise.

“It will go bad if you leave it.”

“Well, I guess so. But, grandpa, you can’t eat all of this. It will raise your blood sugar.”

“Blood sugar?”

“Diabetes.”

“Yeah. This thing. Sigh. You spent all your money on chocolate.”

Kosuyeol stuck out his tongue.

He felt dizzy at the sight of the diabetes-inducing appearance.

“Then there’s nothing we can do.”

Ko Hun turned his gaze to Bang Taeho.

“You worked hard going back and forth between Seoul and Paris. This is your reward, so enjoy it.”

“Uh…”

“Ahem. Hmm.”

Bang Taeho sent a plea for help to Kosuyeol, but Kosuyeol avoided his eyes with a cough.

“My blood vessels are going to work overtime today.”

“You don’t have to eat it all by yourself. You can put it in the fridge and eat it tomorrow.”

“…Wouldn’t it be better to take this to the mall work tomorrow?”

Ko Hun blinked.

“No. I’m really grateful for your thoughtfulness. I’m very happy. You made this for me.”

Ko Hun smiled brightly.

“I have something else to share with the kids. Please eat a lot, sir.”