Beethoven Reborn - Episode 55
Beethoven Reborn Episode 055
13. 6flesh, blood(5)
“How many times have you said that it was inevitable? I guess that's because you know how much money your husband has spent on you.?”
“Father, do you think that several scholars have lost their way because of that one moment of judgment??”
“The business was hopeless.!”
“It was actually being excavated! Do you think I don't know that my father stopped working? Did you know that I threatened to separate him from me?!”
“The west side of the ship said that! I tried to separate you!”
“no! I heard it myself. You said that if you're going to marry me, you should give up that business and learn a job at WH.!”
“He was a person who had a dream his whole life and lived only for it. Her father's dogmatism took away the dreams of her husband and everyone else who worked on the business.!”
It was an incomprehensible conversation..
It really felt like I was watching a morning drama, and this was the first time I saw my mother so excited..
To summarize, there was a misunderstanding between the two, and it seems that my father's work did not go well in the process..
“What are you going to do now? why? Did you want to see your grandchild’s face? Or did you need someone to take care of that great company? As if her husband's dream wasn't enough, she also tried to take away her son's dream.?”
My mother, desperately screaming, grabbed my hand and stood up..
“Even if there's a knife to my throat, Dobin won't do it. Let's go, Dobin..”
As I was being led by my mother to stand up, my grandfather opened his mouth..
“wait.”
But my mother ignored me, and while I was walking along with my mother, I saw my grandfather lowering his head..
My mother, who came out of the building and quickly caught a taxi, was shaking..
My mother burst into tears as soon as she got into the taxi, and I wiped her tears because she looked so dangerous..
He hugged me tightly..
“are you okay. Mom, it's okay. I was surprised?”
I didn't know what to say, so I shook my head and hugged my mother tightly..
After arriving at the accommodation, my mother called someone from the veranda..
I was washing my face in the bathroom, thinking it was probably my father, when I heard something buzzing..
‘what?’
I fumbled with my trembling pocket and found the cell phone my grandfather had given me a while ago..
I'm not sure what it is, but I roughly followed what my mother wrote, put my finger on the screen, and something came up..
[I'll come back tomorrow. sleep well.]
Probably my maternal grandfather.
I don't know why they're coming back tomorrow, but judging by my mother's reaction, I don't think it'll be a very good meeting..
‘A person who will take charge of the company?’
A phrase came to mind from what my mother said:.
‘Is it inheritance?.’
If it's a family business, you'll need someone to take care of it, but as far as I know, my mother doesn't have any siblings..
I was the eldest daughter and only daughter, and things were going so wrong between them, so I thought maybe she really came to visit me because of that story, just like my mother said..
‘What a world.’
Suddenly, I remembered the old fight over custody of my nephew Karl..
The biggest reason was that he could not entrust Carol to Johanna, who had a strong preference for men..
Since neither I nor Johan had any children, the only person to succeed the Bethofen family was Caspar's son Karl..
Although.
Caspar took my studies and sold them without permission, changed publishers at will, and beat me up badly..
Even though I'm such an ugly younger brother.
I couldn't abandon the man who asked me to take care of my son with my wife until he died of tuberculosis..
However, Caspar's wife, Johanna, was very spendthrift, perhaps because of her wealthy family..
The mansion and the large sum of money I brought as a dowry were quickly squandered, and even the man was replaced, so I could not let Karl grow up under Johanna..
A whopping 4 years.
Even the foolish and soulless John had no children..
Even for the Wetthofen family.
For the sake of one child's future, I had to bring Carol back, and in the end, I did..
I don't know how he lived after I died, but.
perhaps.
I thought my grandfather might be as desperate as I was back then..
*
“Dobin, where are you going??”
“To Furtwängler. I'll come back after eating too..”
“Don't come back too late?”
“yes.”
Judging by my mother's reaction yesterday, there was no way she would have allowed me to meet my maternal grandfather, so I just left out..
As I walked a bit, I saw a car that was a little different from yesterday..
a little cool.
As I got closer, the window went down and I could see my grandfather..
“hello.”
“okay. Did you sleep well?.”
I don't know what happened, but at least to me, he's just my grandfather. There seemed to be no lies in the way he looked at his grandchild..
“Get in. Let's go eat something delicious.”
“Since I came out without my mom knowing, I can't go far. The curry sausage at the park over there is delicious, but you can't buy it.?”
Grandpa smiled and nodded..
“hmm. It's definitely okay.”
“Anything with curry is okay..”
We sat side by side on a park bench and ate curry sausage..
When it comes to sausages, Germany is the best. When you bite into it, the juices burst out, and with the addition of curry, it's delicious..
The street vendor introduced by my six-year-old grandson was quite skilled..
It was my first time sitting on a bench and eating food like this, but it was a unique experience doing it with my grandchild..
I guess I filled my stomach enough, but I got lucky..
“Dobin.”
“yes.”
“Do you have a dream?.”
“sure.”
“What is it.”
“We will create a wonderful symphony. Gather all the music you've made so far and create a perfect song..”
I expected him to say he wanted to be a musician, but the answer was a little different..
I took this opportunity to ask one more time because I wanted to know about my grandson..
“perfect song?”
“yes. So, we are paving the way for people who heard that music to create the next music..”
“Then isn’t it a perfect song?.”
When I asked again, my grandson seemed worried so I waited for a moment..
Then he said something I had never thought of..
“Gregorian chant is a compilation of all the chants that existed up to that time..”
A young child uses quite difficult words..
“Bach organized the sounds that were floating around the world so that future generations could use them freely..”
“Mozart taught us how to use the notes created and organized by Bach..”
“Hmm.”
“It was perfect music in each era, and later generations saw it and pioneered new paths. I'm going to do it in this day and age.”
Is this a dream I can dream of as a child?.
It felt like my old heart was racing when I heard that a child who was just six years old would create an era..
I don't just want to be a violinist or composer..
I want to do music.
I thought that this child, who had a specific dream of creating an era, was definitely different from other children..
“Can grandpa help me??”
Dobin looked up at me..
“I can introduce you to good teachers and send you to good schools. I can give you something better than any other instrument. Grandpa, he's rich.”
Because I like money.
I said that I wanted to make music in a better environment, and once again, I received an unexpected answer..
“ are you okay.”
“It would be easier if my grandfather helped me?”
“I also like money, but money is not the goal. You can earn and buy what you need. I can make that money.”
If you give them pocket money, they'll either accept it shyly or they're at an age where they don't even know what it means..
I had confidence in that straight gaze looking at me..
“If you want to make music, you will need a lot of money. Wouldn’t it be a waste of time to even make money??”
“Whether it's performing a concert or making and selling an album, the process is also fun because it's like making music..”
“You can't buy a good violin right now, right? Wouldn't it be better to buy a good violin while giving a concert? That's what my grandfather means by a good environment..”
“a good environment……
Dobin, who was looking at me, turned his head and looked straight ahead..
“A good environment for me is my mom and dad. You love me more than anyone else, and I love you both more than anyone else..”
“People like the Berlin Philharmonic, Ryoichi Sakamoto, and Himura are a good environment for me, but living comfortably by receiving money from someone is not a good environment, Grandfather..”
This kid.
“The curry sausage was delicious. I really enjoyed the meal.”
I'm already an adult.
The soul in that small body is nobler than anything else..
I've met countless people in my business, but no one has influenced me so much..
‘Did you already know?.’
Probably, you already knew what I was going to say..
I was sad that my only grandson wasn't living well, but he couldn't say anything to me anymore..
It's not like I'm making a fuss.
Not hiding behind mom.
He faced me confidently and explained himself, saying that he was okay alone..
He told me not to separate myself and my family anymore..
“Then I'll go. Please return safely.”
I asked Dobin who was toddling away..
“Dobin.”
“yes.”
The guy turned around.
“You talked about Bach and Mozart, but you didn't talk about Beethoven. What kind of music did Beethoven leave behind?.”
After thinking for a moment, that little mouth made me nod..
“I don't know yet.”
By the time you find the answer.
I thought my grandchild would become a musician recognized by history and the world..
“ah!”
While I was immersed in such happy thoughts, my grandson walked a short distance away and shouted loudly..
“You gave me a cell phone, so I’ll use it well.!”
“Ha ha ha ha ha! okay!”
guy.
It's perfect if you know how to take care of your own things, have distribution, and run a business..
‘Jinhee did a good job educating her son..’
*
“I'm home.”
“Dobin!”
As soon as I entered the accommodation, I was shocked..
Because my mother was so angry that she ran to the front door..
“yes yes.”
“Where on earth have you been? huh?”
“Pooh, Furtwängler••••••
I was about to make an excuse, but my mother was really glaring at me, so I kept my mouth shut..
“Mom made apple pie for us to eat for lunch, but Mr. Furtwängler said that Dobbin had never been there.?”
ruined.
“Dobbin lied to his mom?”
“Well, that… … . Ouch.”
I was dragged by my mother and ended up lying on my mother's lap again..
slap! slap!
“evil! Well, I was wrong.!”
“I lied to my mom and said I had grown up a bit. where has she been!”
There was no excuse that came to mind quickly, so I said everything except what I shouldn't have said..
“I went to the park to eat curry and curry sausage..”
“Again! Mom said that eating that stuff is bad for her, right? Mom, why are you so upset? What should I do if I lose my way?!”
“That can't be possible.”
slap! slap!
“ evil!”
Because something like that happened yesterday, you must have been very sensitive and worried..
really. It hurts so much.
I can't believe I got spanked at the age of sixty..
“I did it wrong, I didn't do it!”
slap!
“sorry!”
There is no such humiliation.
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