Chapter 120

Chapter 120

There is nothing more regrettable than when you have to give up your favorite idea.

As I was hooked on the image of pierced glass, I can't easily relate to other ideas.

However, I shouldnt allow myself to get stuck in the first idea and not be able to think of other possibilities.

I should think of other possibilities while comforting myself that one day I would use it.

Hun, you have to chew it well."

"Yes."

I picked up another egg roll from the breakfast table.

I put the egg rolls on grandpa's plate because he seemed to be giving away his egg rolls for ridiculous reasons saying he was full just by watching me eat.

Dont worry about me. Grandpa's eating.

You're not.

By the way, how about I put the perspective on the floor in a very new attempt?

If the figure is standing on a transparent glass and if the view is from bottom to top, I can emphasize people's expressions.

Hun, eat a lot.

I'm eating, grandpa.

Im not sure if its worth trying.

Its the role of Director Nolan and actors to decide how the characters facial expressions will be.

I don't want to compromise on this new challenge since Nolan also asked me not to care about my role and limitations as a concept art designer.

It's fun to think about goals that are completely different from the way I had drawn paintings before.

I want to go back soon to the studio because I'm looking forward to what the completed picture will be like as soon as I get rid of this concern.

I continue to eat with that thought, but grandpa didn't touch the egg rolls once again.

I brought the egg rolls to grandpas mouth this time.

"Huh, its fine. Grandpa is eating."

"No, youre not. It's good to eat together, grandpa"

Anyway, I don't have time to relax.

The date promised with Nolan is approaching, and other concept art designers kept uploading their completed scenes one after another.

On my way to school, I wondered what the other people had drawn, so I looked at it on my tablet.

When I looked at everyones paintings I found the reason why they are called experts in this field.

Each scene was portrayed in an effective and impressive manner.

There was a reason why the meticulous and experienced Nolan was working with them for a long time.

"Little Hun, let's go to America with grandpa during summer vacation."

"America?"

"Yes, we have to clean up the house where you lived with your mom and dad."

"Un"

Parents of this bodys owner..

Soon we arrived at school, and grandpa said,

"Okay, have fun with your friends."

Goodbye, grandpa.

Grandpa doesn't tell me to study hard every time he drops me at school but says to have fun.

He really is weird.

I feel nervous little by little as I pass through the hallway while looking at other concept art designers' works.

I need to wrap up, too.

I stopped by the canteen and bought a can of coke to relax my mind.

Took a sip and organized my thoughts.

French police want to arrest Lupin, the Phantom thief who caused a stir in France.

The police, who have always been beaten by Lupin, end up with a golden opportunity.

The police, who succeeded in driving Lupin to the end, are vigilant.

They pointed their gun at Lupin because they didn't know what kind of magic Lupin would pull to run away.

Lupin was at ease, but he was surrounded by the police, the boy detective Isidore Beautrelet, and his archrival Herlock Sholmes.

He took advantage of an argument between the French police and a British detective and tried to escape with his lover Ray.

At that moment an officer pulled the trigger.

Ray's chest, which threw itself to protect her lover, turns red, and Lupin, who had been perfect throughout the series of events, collapses for the first time.

When I put things together again, I realized that I had a fixed idea.

Do I have to paint after Ray gets shot?

The reason why Elisabetta Sirani's Portrait of Beatrice Chenchi was so sad was not because she painted the scene of her death.

This is thanks to the affectionate and mournful expression that made the viewer guess the situation.

Let's stimulate the imagination.

I need to find a composition where people can immerse themselves in the story and wonder.

Grandpa just came in.

I turned my head in delight.

Grandpa, how about this?

Oh.

Grandpa admired the bullet I had barely drawn.

I succeeded since grandpa nodded his head and acknowledged it.

"You can draw like this now, huh."

"Because I practiced a lot."

Grandpa, who was watching with satisfaction, suddenly burst into laughter.

I tilted my head in wonder and he patted my head pitifully.

Didn't the French police use pistols at this time?

Yes.

Isn't that too long for a pistol bullet? It should be a little shorter and blunt since its out of the shell.

I couldn't think of it because I was too busy drawing.

I can adjust the appearance and layout of the bullets, but I have to redraw the bullet that I've drawn so well.

I'm angry at myself for being careless because of the joy.

"Come on, come on. Let's eat pizza."

But with potato pizza, I can quickly forget about hours of hard work.

I sat at the living room table watching TV and eating pizza.

Now I can eat two or three pieces of Pizza and can enjoy this wonderful food.

Grandpa kept staring at me.

"Hurry up and eat, grandpa. It's getting cold."

He looked into my eyes as if there was something he wanted to say.

After a while, grandpa asked me with a serious look on his face.

"Hun, do you remember anything before the accident?"

I remembered the words he said in the morning, about going to the parents' house.

He seems to want to check something, but I can't think of anything.

"No."

Grandpa nodded with a small sigh.

I'm worried about his unusual appearance.

I don't know what he's trying to say, but I've never seen him hesitate like that when trying to say something.

"No, let's eat,"

Grandpa shook his head and picked up the pizza.

He recommended garlic sauce for no reason and asked me if he should bring kimchi.

It's only been a year since I started living with grandpa, but this is my first time seeing him hesitating like this, so I'm a little flustered.

I'm worried about grandpa.

When I look back, it was so much fun to learn new things, and I was so moved that I could draw, so I was in a rush to do many things.

Maybe Grandpa feels something strange.

If so, how should I behave?

My mind suddenly gets complicated.

When I put down the pizza slice since the feeling of eating potato pizza is gone, grandpa asks anxiously.

What happened Hun? Are you already full?

No. I'm eating.

It's only been a year if I think about it.

Wouldn't it have been too much for a 10-year-old child who lost his memory to do this or that?

A year?

Come to think of it, the first time I woke up here was around this time last year.

It should be around June 1st, and it's amazing how it fits so well with the birthday.

Chew it many times before you eat. okay?

Grandpa should also eat.

What should I do if he finds out my secret?

What should I answer if asked?

Can I say Im your grandson?

I want to say I love you more than anyone else in the world, but do I deserve it?

My heart felt heavy thinking about it.

(To be Continued)

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