122. But doesn’t that person know that Kyuha is an actor?

After finishing the piano practice like any other day, Ferguson was heading home when he heard the sound of a bird crying loudly.

“Oh, how pitiful.”

The maid who gave directions for the blind herself looked at the tree casually and burst into a sigh.

“What is it?”

The maid explained what she had seen to the curious Ferguson.

“A weasel attacked a bird’s nest in a tree and took all the chicks away. Poorly, the mother bird just watches and cries.”

I couldn’t see the situation myself, but just imagining it made me feel terrible,

At the height of his sensitivity, Ferguson felt great sadness.

“How would the mother bird feel as she had no choice but to lose her chick right in front of her eyes…?”

Suddenly, I thought I wanted to make a song that could comfort the mother bird.

So the song I made was ‘Forgotten Solace’.

This happened when Ferguson was 11 years old.

***

Kyuha, wearing an apron and a casque a meche worn by chefs, sat in front of a busking piano and raised her hands on the keyboard.

It was quite late, so there were not many people in Place Grenette.

However, as anyone could see, an Asian dressed as a chef sat down in front of the piano, and curious eyes gathered.

“Aren’t you a cook?”

“Are you sure you want to play that piano?”

‘Ding’

At first, it was a comfortable and calm start.

It was sad enough to bring me to tears, but it wasn’t pathetic

I miss her heartbreakingly, but she doesn’t look sick.

The footsteps of the people passing by seemed to slow down little by little.

People attracted by the beautiful melody surrounding Place Grenette began to gather.

buzz buzz.

“……”

In Grenet Square, which had been noisy as if someone had turned down the volume button on a radio, only the sound of Kyu-ha’s performance lingered.

“Black…”

Sensitive people struggled to swallow the tears that burst out without even realizing it.

Even though there are no lyrics, it was as if warm words were being conveyed to soothe the heart.

Indescribable warmth was conveyed, and subtle and delicate emotions that were difficult to express were contained in one song.

Drunk with the performance, Jean Dumont was already traveling in the past with his eyes closed.

lukewarm summer.

Precious memories of chatting with my family in the sea breeze blowing along the Notre Dame beach.

I felt like I was running on an endless road toward the people I wanted to meet.

The performance has reached a climax.

The unique intensity control made the listener’s heart thump.

“ah……”

The performance was over, but no one opened their mouths, intoxicated with the afterglow of the song.

At the same time, I felt a deep regret when the beautiful melody that seemed to end was over.

clap clap clap

“bravo! It’s the best performance!!”

Applause erupted from everywhere.

It was a gift-like performance that went so well with the fantastic night view of Grenoble.

Kyu-ha approached Jean Dumont.

“How was it? Like the title of the song, did it comfort you?”

“Thank you very much. I almost became an ugly father until the end. I don’t know how long my life will be, but I won’t be living it the way I am now.”

It was Jean Dumont, whose eyes were so bright that it was hard to believe that he was a sickly old man who had just been drunk.

“I’m glad. That was enough.”

“Could I visit you again in a few days? I have something I must say to you. Too much happened today I want to get my feelings under control and talk to you again.”

“Do by that way. I will be here for a while.”

“Thank you! thanks.”

In this way, Jean-Dumont returned with a confident step, different from when he had come.

“PD Son, are you okay?”

Looking at Son Jun-ik, who was shaking as if he had epilepsy, assistant director Yang Seong-il asked anxiously.

“Seongil, isn’t this a dream? What do you think of right now while watching that scene?”

To Son Jun-ik’s question, Yang Seong-il unexpectedly said calmly.

“What do you think? ah! This is great again. Is that older brother always exceeding expectations?”

“This is why I set the production cost for Kyu-ha that way, even while hearing from the president and general manager that I was crazy. After all, my feelings were not wrong.”

“By the way, when did that older brother learn to play the piano again? Be patient, anyway. How are people like that? He’s good at acting too. He is good at foreign languages. He’s good at cooking too. Are you good at music too? The world is unfair! Oh really!”

“Why are you so angry?”

“uh? Iknow, right. why are you so angry It’s so much that I don’t even know.”

“Don’t talk nonsense, Gyuha, who worked hard, help me with deadlines, man!”

“Yep. I will go.”

“That guy is getting more and more smirk, really.”

Producer Son Jun-ik shook his head as he watched Yang Seong-il go towards Kyu-ha.

***

From the next day, Song Table Pocha became a hit.

Unlike the first day, there were customers waiting even before the opening.

“Huh… It’s great, right? Why is business doing so well?”

Due to the large number of customers, some staff had to help out today.

What was surprising was Kyu-ha’s unbreakable pace.

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No matter how crowded the guests were, there was no law to panic.

Like a machine, food was always made at a constant rate.

“Son PD, at that level, hasn’t that hyung used to run a restaurant before? I heard that being good at cooking is different from making food mechanically like that.”

It was difficult to understand as I did not know that Kyu-ha was in charge of the diet of about 300 people every day at the French court.

Word of mouth began to circulate in Grenoble, France.

‘If you go to Place Grenette at sunset, there’s an Asian chef who cooks French better than the French.’

It was a reaction unlike the French who are stingy with praise.

In any case, in the process, the amount of broadcasting came out overflowing.

Eshiang, a man in his 40s who missed dinner and settled in late, said with a glass of red wine.

“Didn’t the chef say he was from Korea? When you think of Korean, you usually have a feeling that the image is kind and polite. When you see us French people in other countries, don’t you feel that they are very heartless?”

At that, Kyuha said.

“no. The French are not heartless. Just be honest with your feelings. People who don’t know are misunderstanding.”

Because he had once lived as a Frenchman, he had a good understanding of their ethnicity.

“Five! After all, there must be a reason why you are good at French cuisine. that’s right. French people tend to show their emotions too plainly when they think they are close. Most French people feel that life has a ‘limited time’, so all emotions are beautiful. You can only feel this when you are alive. Whether you, me or anyone else, people will die someday. That’s why we’re not skimpy on expressing our feelings.”

Like this, there were customers who told Kyuha, a foreigner, about French people.

“What do you say is successful in Korea?”

Stepan, an office worker in his 30s, asked.

“Well..? to be a landlord? What do others acknowledge? Could it be something like that?”

“Similar, but slightly different. For the French here, success comes down to freedom from work, real freedom, and how much time and money you can spend on the leisure and entertainment you love. For that time, I have been working hard until now.”

There were also people who talked about success.

Of course, there were also those who harshly criticized the current government and the president.

“I don’t think you are French, are you?”

When Kyu-ha asked, a shabby-dressed man asked.

“Nice to see you. I am a refugee from Greece. I came here to live, but life here is not so easy. Here in France, there is too much discrimination against Muslim immigrants. We are marginalized socially and economically. Now the French president, Volande, is making a big mistake. You will regret it very soon.”

At that moment, a weak murderous feeling rose from the man, and Kyu-ha’s eyebrows twitched, but soon disappeared.

As Kim eats the blooming food, he slowly unravels the stories he has accumulated in his mind.

In general, it was a position to prepare food and listen seriously.

It sympathizes with the fact that people’s life’s difficulties are not very different no matter where they live, and soothes their wounded hearts.

Even if I couldn’t get a clear answer, this seemingly insignificant meal of thoughtful food gave me strength.

PD Son Jun-ik’s mouth caught a big smile.

It was a refreshing look that shook off all the anxiety.

“This is it! This is what I hoped for when planning the program!”

The amount that was enough for Son Jun-ik to think was selected.

French people are indifferent to others and somewhat harsh, to the extent that the word chic was coined, but strangely, in front of Kyu-ha, I didn’t see that much.

He just treated it as if he were dealing with the same Frenchman, and he released the troubles he had kept in his mind without even realizing it.

However, Kyuha did not give a particularly clear answer.

It was just listening and listening and making more food or extras as service.

However, the guests were impressed and grateful to such a Kyu-ha.

Of course, after the meal, I approached the guests and asked for permission to broadcast it on Korean TV, as this was a filming.

Fortunately, most nodded happily.

“A person named Song Gyu-ha is someone I can’t understand no matter how much I’ve been through it.”

Son Jun-Ik, realizing how ridiculous Song Kyu-Ha was, shook his head.

That’s how the last business in Grenoble ended successfully.

There was a person who found Gyu-ha just in time.

“You are here. I wondered when you would come.”

“Chuck. I’m sorry to keep you waiting. Those were the most important days of my life.”

It was Jean Dumont.

In just a few days, it is not an exaggeration to say that I became a different person, so I felt refreshed and energized.

“You look much better.”

“It’s all thanks to you. I feel completely reborn.”

“Is there anything I can do about it? So are you starting the movie again now?”

“I have to start over. It’s too late now. I want to quickly set up a team, but too much time has passed. It’s a pity, but I brought it on myself. So it will take a little while.”

“The old man will do well. He changed with those eyes.”

“I felt it then, but there are times when I feel that you have lived more than I have.”

“It can’t be. They are just nonsense words.”

“Sometimes words like that can change a person’s life.”

Jean Dumont, who had been talking about this and that, got to the point.

“Could you play the piano you played for me… is that song you made?”

It could have been said that he made it himself, but Kyu-ha wanted to show Ferguson’s posthumous work, which had been forgotten for some reason.

“Nope. A now forgotten master. This song was written by pianist Janelle Ferguson. It’s a song that came to me through fate.”

“I wonder if there is a story behind it. In any case, it doesn’t really matter. At that time, I heard a song called ‘Forgotten Solace’ that you played for me, and I was inspired as a filmmaker who was asleep. The past few days have been busy revising the script with Sanopsis.”

“okay. I’m glad I was helpful.”

“So, do you guys have any plans to appear in my comeback film? It doesn’t matter if you don’t have an acting career. If you need time, I will wait for you. It may sound crazy, but my comeback has no meaning if it’s not for you. You may think this is nonsense, but can you seriously consider it as an old man’s last wish?”

Jean Dumont’s confident eyes turned to Kyu-ha.

flutter

“Heo-up are you okay?”

The feast of French heard through the microphone.

Son Jun-ik, who heard the contents through the interpreter who came with him, missed the coffee in his hand.

“But doesn’t that person know that Kyu-ha is an actor?”