NOVEL WEB Chapter 247:
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He seemed to have no choice.
The man turned around angrily.
I could only hope that nothing would happen to Olivier, who had to follow his father.
Grandpa seemed to have the same thought and bit his tongue.
“You were surprised.”
“Yes.”
“Then you shouldn’t have intervened. You could have gotten hurt.”
“Mom, can’t I play?”
“Uwaaaaah.”
Nearby parents who were asked by their children if they could play with Adley and Vida Rabbani, children who were crying out of fear, and children who joined in the crying made a mess.
“Jimmy, let’s go home.”
“But I want to play more.”
“Next time. You can come back next time.”
“When is next time?”
“Mom, do I have to go too?”
“No. How about playing with your friends? Noel didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Really?”
“Of course. Mom likes it when Noel gets along with his friends.”
Whether it was because they were startled, or because they didn’t express it, but they were reluctant to mingle with Asians and Muslims, some parents took care of their children.
Fortunately, it didn’t escalate to an extreme situation.
Many parents allowed their children to play together.
If you think about it, this place has a high crime rate, but it is also an area where Muslims and French people have coexisted for a long time.
If there were only people who hated each other, one side would have left.
There must be people who understand each other here, so this place will survive.
“Rabbani, Adley.”
I called out to Rabbani and Adley, who looked dejected.
“Huh?”
“…”
“Please come back tomorrow.”
Rabbani opened his mouth after hesitating.
“I don’t know if I can. What if.”
“There was no one who hated you guys.”
“I know, but.”
“I don’t think we can lose our friends because of adults. Bring your neighborhood friends with you tomorrow.”
“Hoon-ah…”
" I’ll bring more delicious snacks. More paints, more brushes."
When I looked up to ask for his agreement, Grandpa smiled brightly.
“Kids, let’s call it a day.”
“Why?”
“I want to play more.”
When I told the other kids to see them tomorrow, they gave me a desperate look.
Arsene, who was taking turns guarding Ko Hun and Go Soo Yeol, was secretly flustered.
As he tried to subdue the man who was trying to harm Ko Hun and Go Soo Yeol, Go Soo Yeol easily took care of the situation.
The thugs who had beaten Rabbani were in jail on charges of child abuse and robbery, so there seemed to be no one to pick a fight.
‘I should at least warn him.’
Arsene chased after the man who had provoked Ko Hun and Go Soo Yeol.
Meanwhile, a small commotion that occurred in the square was quickly spread through Alex Wood’s live broadcast and the eyewitness accounts of the people who were there.
People were outraged when Alex Wood’s video revealed that a Frenchman had insulted Go Soo Yeol and tried to punch Ko Hun.
└There are still people like that.
└Let the kids play, leave them alone.
└Who does he think he isㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Is he crazy?
└What kind of confidence is that?
└So who is he?
└Don’t know
└He didn’t say anything wrong, what’s the fuss? He wanted to take his son away because he was playing with a Muslim, but that old man started it.
└Are you French by any chance?
└Why are you asking the obvious?
└No. I’m afraid I might get to know you without realizing it. If you meet someone named Corinne, please introduce her as a racist.
└ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
└Please, at least say you’re not French ㅠㅠ Can’t you introduce yourself as British ㅠㅠ
└You’re talking nonsense. It’s because of people like you that Bico and Chingchong are in trouble.
└Gosuyeol and Ko Hun are Korean and excellent artists. And even if they are not excellent artists, you have no reason to curse them.
└If you want to curse, at least know something. You look very ignorant if you just curse without knowing anything.
└What’s wrong with what Gosuyeol said? The kids are having fun, so if you’re worried, why don’t you join them?
└It’s amazing. You’re defending the person who was trying to hit the kid.
└How old is Gosuyeol?
└He was born in 64, so he’s 65?
└That’s impressive. He looks good for his age.
└He was skinny when he was young. He must have worked out a lot.
└Hoon looked a bit sad when he asked the kids to come again tomorrow.
└They must have been surprised by what happened all of a sudden.
└Shall we go cheer them up tomorrow? It’s not far.
└I live there and thanks to Ko Hun and Gosuyeol, the street is really lively. I wish you knew that most of the people living there are really grateful to them.
Many people were angry about what happened to Gosuyeol, Ko Hun, and their grandchildren.
It was a small consolation, but Ko Hun was worried that the kids might not come to the square tomorrow.
It was something he started hoping that the French kids, the Muslim kids, and the kids from other countries could all get along.
Ko Hun sighed as he carefully chose the chocolate and snacks for the kids.
Gosuyeol stroked his grandson’s head.
“It’s okay. Nothing will happen.”
“I don’t worry about those people. I’m just worried that Olivier and the other kids were scared.”
“You’ve had fun these days, haven’t you? They’ll definitely come. Their parents said it was okay.”
“Yes.”
Worrying only made him think and feel more negatively, so Ko Hun tried to change the subject.
“People were surprised to see Grandpa.”
“Why?”
“Because you subdued a young man.”
People were shocked by Gosuyeol, who subdued a young man, because he usually wore clothes that did not reveal his body shape, like a modified hanbok.
“Huhu. Grandpa is cool, right?”
“You’re cool. When did you start working out?”
“Hmm. Since I studied in England.”
Gosuyeol recalled his old memories and told his story.
“At first, I couldn’t communicate well. Korea wasn’t well known back then. I had a hard time.”
He beat around the bush, but Ko Hun understood that his grandfather had experienced racial discrimination.
“A senior who was with me at the time said that if I built up my body, they would bother me less. I had no friends anyway, so I only spent time at school and the gym.”
He never thought that his grandfather, who was now a master of the art world and respected in any country, had such a time.
But today’s incident made him realize that there was still a discriminatory view towards Asia, Africa, and Muslims.
“It also made me healthier and more fun. Don’t you feel good when you run a little?”
Ko Hun shook his head.
He understood what he meant, but he didn’t want to repeat the exercise routine at the Marso mansion.
“Now that I think about it, I had a good habit, but I didn’t exercise much after I moved.”
“…”
“Shall we run a little with Grandpa before we go tomorrow?”
Ko Hun couldn’t refuse his grandfather’s request.
“Yes…”
“Oh my.”
The next day.
He packed a lot of snacks and drawing tools because of what happened yesterday, but he couldn’t fit them all in his grandfather’s SUT car.
He was anxious and wanted to provide a better environment for them.
“I have to get rid of some of this.”
“There’s nothing we can do.”
He put the luggage down on one side of the garage and headed to the square.
“It’s Hyung!”
“It’s Hoon!”
When he arrived, there were fewer people than yesterday. It had been decreasing little by little, and maybe he had expected too much from the beginning.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Yes! Grandpa, hello!”
“Hehe. Yes. Yes. You kid, what are you going to do if you take the snacks first?”
“I’m hungry!”
“Huh? Didn’t you eat breakfast?”
“I never eat breakfast!”
I guess I’ll have to prepare some bread and milk for tomorrow.
“Teacher! Do we start cleaning from here today?”
“Oh, yes! Thank you for coming again!”
“Haha! I have a cafe in front of here. Just let me know if you get thirsty!”
“Oh, my. Thank you very much.”
While waiting for the adults to clean the street with high-pressure water, I handed out snacks like chocolate, cookies, and pies to the kids.
“Is Jimmy not coming today? Hap.”
“Hap. It was fun playing with Olivier.”
The kids mentioned their friends who they had been with until yesterday.
Olivier’s parents were out of the question, but Jimmy’s parents didn’t seem very positive about Muslims or Asians either.
Come to think of it, I don’t see Ravani and Adley either.
I feel heavy in my chest, wondering if it’s because of what happened yesterday.
“Hi.”
I turned my head at the familiar voice and saw Blanche Fabre standing there.
“Huh?”
I got up in surprise.
“How did you get here?”
“It looked fun.”
She was wearing a jumpsuit instead of the usual blouse or skirt, and her bright blonde hair was tied up. She had several brushes in the bucket she was holding.
She was thorough.
“Hee. Your clothes are funny.”
“It’s weird. The pants and the tee are attached.”
“There’s paint on it!”
The kids reacted to the unfamiliar clothes and Blanche Fabre frowned.
“It’s not funny. It’s cool.”
The kids nodded their heads as they looked into Fabre’s eyes.
“It’s cool.”
They seemed to be overwhelmed by her force.
Fabre looked around with satisfaction.
“Did you paint this with the kids? All of this?”
She looked surprised, but I couldn’t believe it either. We filled the street and the wall with dozens of meters in a week.
“There used to be more.”
“I want to do it too.”
The kids ran to her, nodding their heads.
“Do you paint too?”
“Do you want a snack? Chocolate?”
“Me, me! I painted that sunflower over there!”
“I want to paint too. Chocolate. You didn’t paint well.”
“You didn’t paint well? No way. Huni hyung said you painted well.”
“That’s a lie.”
Amang opened his mouth wide at Fabre’s words.
“Hyung, did you lie? I can’t paint?”
“No. You paint well.”
Amang put his hands on his waist and looked proud as he pointed at it. Fabre dipped her brush in the paint.
Without hesitating, she drew a sunflower with a few strokes and Amang and the kids were amazed.
“This is how you paint well.”
If you look closely, both Marso and Fabre looked strangely alike.
“Me, me. Teach me.”
“I want to do it too.”
“Why are you different from Huni hyung?”
She looked cold at first, but she soon became friends with the kids.
My mood improved a lot thanks to Fabre.
“Me! I want chocolate too!”
“Olivier?”
I turned my head, wondering if it was him, and it was really Olivier.
I was worried that he might have been scolded by his parents yesterday, but he looked fine as he ran over.
“Hi! Oh, it’s the weird clothes lady.”
“It’s not weird. It’s cool.”
“It’s cool.”
“…Cool?”
Olivier tilted his head at the words of Fabre and the children.
“Can you come with us?”
He nodded vigorously when I approached and asked him.
“Yes!”
“How come?”
I wondered if he had changed his mind after yesterday’s incident, but I knew it was unlikely.
“I don’t know? Some man came and said I could go play with them. Oh, me too.”
He didn’t seem to care much about what had happened.
What mattered to him was having fun and snacks with his friends.
I was happy enough that Olivier was unhurt and smiling.
I wished the other children would join us too.
As I thought that, I picked up my brush and saw Vida Lavani walking around the alley with some kids.