Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]: Chapter 402

Hyung, aren’t I cute?

“Hyung, aren’t I cute?”

We decided to go to the Louvre Museum.

After checking, I found out we could apply for an audio guide, so we didn’t need a docent.

Of course, there were docent tours, but I wasn’t sure if we really needed one.

First, I made a reservation to enter the museum and also reserved the audio guide.

But somehow actor Kim Seok-hyun caught wind of it and said he wanted to go too, so Director Go and a few others who wanted to go set off together.

I wondered if we should apply for a docent tour with this many people, but only a few applied for the audio guide.

“Siha, this is the Louvre Museum.”

“!!!”

We hadn’t even entered yet, but the magnificent architecture of the entrance welcomed us.

The old European architectural styles.

Pillars that seemed to be influenced by Greece.

Siha looked at it and said.

“It’s a castle. A castle.”

“Yeah.”

It’s not very tall for a castle. Of course, it’s a very large building, but when you say castle, it should really soar into the sky.

If I had to express it, it feels more like a temple.

Come to think of it, Siha hasn’t seen any comics like Greek and Roman mythology yet.

Maybe if he could read, he would enjoy reading the comics.

Surprisingly, learning comics seem to be much easier to remember than just books.

“Hyung. What’s that?”

“Oh. That’s the glass pyramid. You have to see it when you come to the Louvre Museum.”

“Glass! Siha knows pyramid. Triangle. Triangle.”

“Pfft.”

He’s not wrong. It is made of triangles. But when you look at it three-dimensionally, you can’t say it’s only made of triangles.

“That’s where we enter.”

“So many people!”

It’s 8:30 AM, and everyone is so diligent.

Wait, what? Admission is at 9 AM?

While we were waiting, Uncle started talking nonsense again.

“You see that glass pyramid over there?”

“What about it?”

“That triangle is lying down. But later, if the Louvre Museum is in danger of collapsing, that thing will open up with a whoosh?”

“Really?”

“And Robot Taekwon V [a popular Korean robot animation from the 70s] will come out from inside.”

What? Robot Taekwon V in France?! What, did France and Korea form the Franco-Korean alliance to provide military support?

And the pyramid opens? That’s on the same level as the National Assembly building opening.

“Huh? What’s that?”

Our Siha doesn’t know those cartoons because of the generation gap.

Uncle thought it was a great joke, but when he realized it didn’t work, he just said it in a way he could understand.

“A robot comes out.”

“Robot?!”

“Zhiing. It moves and throws punches and kicks.”

“Siha kick! Siha kick! Siha punch. Siha punch. Like this?”

Siha. You’re not Siha Robot, so why are you making those sounds?

And I don’t know why you’re throwing a punch when it’s a kick.

Punching is right for a punch, though.

Is it a feint? Our Siha is a genius.

“Oh! The door is opening.”

As soon as we entered, we received the audio guide.

Let’s have fun from now on.

But seeing people rushing somewhere, it seems like there’s something we need to see now.

Following them, we saw the Mona Lisa.

Everyone was busy taking pictures, but I wondered what it was about.

Is it enough to just take a picture? It’s so crowded that you can’t even appreciate the painting properly.

“Hyung. Is there something amazing?”

“Huh?”

Uncle said nonchalantly.

“There’s someone without eyebrows. Can’t even see it. Can’t appreciate it either.”

“No eyebrows?”

“No. Wanna see?”

“Wanna see.”

Uncle lifted Siha up to see the distant painting.

Siha blinked.

“No eyebrows?”

“No? Yes? Don’t know.”

“Well, that’s that.”

Originally, Leonardo da Vinci painted it very thinly, right?

I think I heard that theory.

“She was a beauty back then.”

“No eyebrows?”

“No, not that. A wide forehead was considered beautiful. Of course, she has eyebrows.”

Even so, it would be a bit much if you didn’t have eyebrows, right?

“Hmm. Should we pick a few and look at them slowly?”

“Yeah!”

We can’t see all the works here one by one.

So, in the morning, we plan to pick and look around places that Siha might find interesting or like.

I don’t know much about it either, so I was just going to look at famous works.

The Winged Victory of Samothrace, with no arms and head.

Liberty Leading the People by Delacroix.

The image of a woman holding a flag over fallen people is quite impressive.

Of course, Siha wouldn’t be able to understand the history or anything like that.

Did we come to the Louvre Museum for nothing? I suddenly had that thought.

“Let’s go underground.”

So, we looked around sculptures and ancient Mesopotamian artifacts rather than paintings.

We didn’t go too fast.

I just thought it would be enough to leave a lot of pictures and impressions.

Anyway, it was greedy to look around this vast place in one go.

“What are we doing in the afternoon after eating?”

“I’m going to go to another art museum in the afternoon.”

“Huh? Another art museum?”

“Yes. I’m going to the Musée d’Orsay for a bit.”

“Why there?”

That’s where that person’s work is.

Claude Monet.

It was a work I definitely wanted to show Siha.

***

Musée d’Orsay.

Perhaps it was better for ordinary people to go here for the first time than the Louvre Museum.

There were so many works by famous painters.

Claude Monet, Édouard Manet, Edgar Degas, Van Gogh, Rodin, etc.

They are names you’ve heard at least once, but they would just be names Siha is hearing for the first time.

Among the paintings here, I wanted to show Siha Monet’s paintings.

If Manet was a person who focused on the impression of the era, Claude Monet was a person who focused on the impression of light.

And you can see that he is drawing warmly in the paintings.

I thought there was definitely something in common with Siha.

Before, when he was building a plastic model, he seemed to have a natural talent for color.

Maybe it’s a bit of a stretch, but I still thought I wanted to put the painting of the impression of light in Siha’s eyes at least once.

‘Well, I’m not going to raise him as a painter.’

I want Siha to do what he wants to do.

But Siha might go into art.

He seems talented enough now.

So, I just slowly looked around the art museum today.

I didn’t walk around and see many things.

I just walked around so that something would remain in his head slowly.

Even if he doesn’t understand it now, I think it will become a great asset in his heart later.

Someone said that.

A work is not something you remember, but something you leave in your heart.

It’s a phrase I read somewhere, but the sentence is so intense that it remains in my memory.

I just feel that way too.

“How is it? Siha. This is Monet’s work. He is an impressionist painter named Claude Monet.”

“Monet? Rice planting?”

“You know rice planting too?”

“Siha knows everything.”

“What is rice planting?”

“Plant rice? And bet? Rock, paper, scissors?”

You only heard the word, but you don’t know the meaning of the word.

Is that what it means to have heard something somewhere?

“Hyung. What is an impressionist? Do they make impressions?”

Siha puts strength into his eyebrows.

I found that so funny.

No. It’s not a painting drawn by someone who makes such an impression.

“Hmm. Should I say it’s about highlighting certain parts? Look at this picture. It’s about the impression of light. Monet must have seen light like this.”

“Light? Sparkling?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you see it sparkling?”

“I guess so.”

Siha turned his head and stared at Monet’s work.

I found that funny.

I find this place more fun than the Louvre Museum.

I’m glad Siha finds everything fun.

“This is Manet’s work. This is a work by someone named Degas.”

Actually, I didn’t know everything.

But I hurriedly studied and put it in my head.

I was about to say whose work it was while walking like that.

“Monet.”

“Oh. You’re right.”

Monet’s works definitely have distinguishing features.

“Then what is this?”

“Not Monet.”

“Oh?”

Auguste Renoir’s work.

This was also a work that emphasized the impression of light. Of course, this work shows interest in humans, so you can see where people’s eyes are drawn.

However, Monet had the difference of cherishing the light of the landscape.

“Degas. Manet.”

Even though I didn’t give Siha any explanations, he was able to distinguish all the works of the people he told me about.

He happily guesses as if the art museum is a quiz time.

Honestly, I was surprised.

Of course, each painter’s paintings are drawn with impressions and can be distinguished enough once you get used to them.

But Siha is seeing the paintings for the first time today, right?

I was amazed inside.

Is our Siha a genius?! No. It might be an unnecessary stretch. But I think he’s a genius!

“The kid has good eyes.”

Suddenly, a middle-aged man spoke from the side.

He wasn’t a foreigner. I heard Korean in my ear.

“Korean?”

“Ah. I’m sorry. I suddenly started talking.”

He had a thick beard and was wearing jeans and a shirt.

His eyes were listless and downcast, giving him a very depressing feeling.

But he didn’t smell like alcohol.

His eyes just looked sad, like someone who had broken up.

“No. I was just surprised to hear Korean from someone who wasn’t my acquaintance.”

“If I had known this would happen, I would have spoken in French. I live here.”

“Ah, I see.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything, but the child has such good eyes.”

“Really?”

“Of course. I know because I’m a painter too. Being able to distinguish like that at a young age means you have good eyes. Of course, it’s not impossible.”

“That’s true.”

“Still, it’s amazing. He’s probably distinguishing all the works that haven’t been named, right?”

I looked at Siha.

I can hear him saying, ‘This and that are the same.’

The man looked at Siha with amusement.

He showed a warm smile, and at that moment, the sad feeling was erased from his face.

I thought he could make that face too.

“Sisley has similar colors to Monet. It’s on display there.”

“Ah……”

Siha says, ‘Hyung. This isn’t Monet. Biste [mispronunciation of Sisley]. Not there.’

The man looked at Siha as if he was having fun.

He showed a warm smile, and at that moment, the sad feeling was erased from his face.

I thought he could make that face too.

“Sisley uses a more spread-out touch than Monet.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Of course, that explanation is not necessary for that child.”

The information for distinguishing was not necessary for Siha.

Because he just distinguishes it.

There is no need to receive information, look at it with your eyes, and think, ‘This is this.’

You just know when you see it.

Thinking about it, there is the joy of guessing correctly, but I think that kind of distinguishing eye is also amazing.

‘Come to think of it, it’s different.’

When I look at it, I can see the difference.

Uncle is already standing close to Siha, narrowing his eyes and looking here.

He is wary of someone else coming.

He looks like a dog guarding its owner.

The nuance of the word ‘dog’ is a bit much, so I think I had a rude thought.

“If you distinguish and match like that, the art museum is fun.”

“You can enjoy it more if you know a lot. It’s the same with movies.”

“That’s true.”

It’s the same with movies.

Like the director’s intention.

The camera movement, the meaning of the placed objects, the hidden meaning in the lines, the signals contained in the eyes even though there is no conversation between the characters, etc.

Or the way of expressing satirical cameras.

Knowing those things makes watching movies richer.

I realized from that person’s words that the art museum is the same.

The reason I could feel it was a bit fun was because I was worried about what to show Siha and looked it up.

It is possible because I know a little bit.

Of course, it’s just the tip of the iceberg.

“Come to think of it, we haven’t introduced ourselves. My name is Bae Sang-hyun.”

“Lee Si-hyuk.”

“Lee Si-hyuk. Good name. Ah. I spoke informally at first. No. I’m sorry. What should I say? It’s comfortable, but it’s been a while since I’ve talked to a Korean person.”

“Ah. You said you live here, right?”

“That’s right.”

You can do that if you live there for a long time.

Actually, I didn’t care much about him speaking informally.

It’s not like he acted unkindly.

Bae Sang-hyun said.

“But knowing a lot is sometimes not good.”

“Yes?”

“Because you know reality too well. Sometimes it’s not good. Ah, I’m sorry. That was too useless, right? Making someone I just met uncomfortable for no reason. Then I’ll go. Don’t let the child go too far in this direction just because he’s talented.”

“Ah……”

“I’m a painter, but this world is too hard. Anyway, that’s why I said something unnecessary.”

“No.”

“Then.”

“Ah, yes.”

I wondered if there were such encounters.

But there is one thing I learned.

Siha is a genius! Anyway, he’s a genius!

“Hyung.”

“Yeah?”

“The old man has a lot of hair on his face.”

“Yeah. He did.”

Uncle came up and said.

“Si-hyuk.”

“Yes?”

“Wasn’t it strange? Should I shoot him?”

Uncle tapped his chest pocket.

This person is going to cause a big problem. Shoot what?

And when and where did you get a gun and take it?

Uncle was much more mysterious than that person.

Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]

Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]

Brother, Aren't I Cute? だいしゅき、にーちゃ! 哥哥我可爱吗? 형아, 나 귀엽지?
Status: Completed Author: Native Language: Korean
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[English Translation] In the wake of a devastating tragedy, Si-hyuk finds himself the sole guardian of his much younger brother, Si-ha. Whispers and uncertainties swirl around them as they navigate a world suddenly devoid of their parents. But amidst the chaos, a single word pierces through the despair: "Brother." From the lips of young Si-ha, it's a beacon of hope, a plea for protection. Witness the unbreakable bond between two brothers as they face adversity, forging a heartwarming tale of love, resilience, and the enduring power of family. Will Si-hyuk rise to the challenge and create a future filled with love and laughter for his adorable little brother?

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