Poten

00113 32. Mission Parsable: Paris Protocol 09827; ⁄ 9827;

The stage where four men sat was a circular, rustic space with wooden columns on either side. Nevertheless, the store had a radial structure with an audible sound.

“Minho.”

While waiting for food, the galaxy smiled at Minho's gaze and saw the entire Fourthmedium-side stage.

“Do you like classical music? ”

“I don't know, but I like the sound of that. ”

I only heard a bright and cheerful string sound because it rose to my expectations. Minho turned his head to the galaxy, wondering if she was just staring at the stage too much.

“What about you? You like classics? ”

“That's all I learned in my classroom. I only know that the song you're playing right now is Hayden's. ”

Minho only listened to the classics because he had never studied them. I wanted to look good in front of the Milky Way unconditionally, but that didn't mean that I would take out the clock during the conversation. Minho comforted himself that if a person is too perfect, it is also unattractive.

“Right, Hayden. Did you know that after the grave was dug up, only his head was missing? ”

“Oh, my head? ”

Minho's curious eyes followed an intriguing anecdote about Hayden with a faint explanation of the western galaxy.

“People who wanted to know how Hayden's musical talent had emerged took his head. I was trying to examine the brain. ”

“It's a long time ago, so I think it's possible. ”

“When I came back to Austria in 145 years, hundreds of thousands of people came out to meet me. ”

Many of the great musicians who received enough praise to be called the Father of Symphony songs would have been just as precious. Even dead bodies.

Minho suddenly began to wonder if the human body could be a love product if it regarded the human body as a tool.

At the beginning of the three-piece orchestra Hayden composed, "Emperor", freshly baked bread and butter were set on one side of the table. Seo Eun-hwa said, smelling the pungent aroma of bread.

“I've been to Paris and tried many foods, but the bread was delicious wherever I went. ”

Minho put butter on a piece of bread that looked very soft on the crisp surface and asked. As the buttery flavor melted gently into a thick, chewy texture, Minho's mouth became rich enough to keep eating this.

“Wow, this bread is so good. ”

“Right? Hehe. ”

The first course dishes were lemon cured porridge and gold caviar. A plate of mimosa leaves adds a slight point and a touch of appetite to the table.

Minho, of course, took out his selfie before he ate.

“This is Ordeuvre. I didn't know what the main dishes, entrée and plala were, so I ordered them. ”

Minho, who explained the French menu to the camera, looked at the galaxy and saw it as fun.

“You're not very good at taking pictures before you eat food, are you? ”

Of course, Minho shrugged and coughed, looking at her nodding. At that moment, her eyes winked at the sourness of the lemon sauce, and she appeared in a selfie cam.

"Ears, they're cute! ’

Minho dropped the camera next to him. Keep the power on.

‘For lifetime, this is. ’

This was Minho who insisted that he would take it out later and keep it to himself.

Soon, the main dish came up on the table.

A dish of natural spices sprinkled on shiny duck meat. A plate of citrus sauce left on a lamb roast that makes the juice roll.

“This……. ”

Minho opened his mouth.

The two dishes, which were fascinating just by looking at the eyes, were quickly emptied. Both of them were feeling marketplace, so they stopped talking for a while.

“Excuse me for a moment. ”

Minho asked the West Galaxy for understanding and stood up at the table to see the love space before dessert.

Just before heading to the toilet sign, I put my hand on one of the columns of the stage, where there was a little light. As the light fades, Minho's ears begin to hear a serene piano sound.

Jan, your Chopin is the best!

And the vision flashed before my eyes.

The four men who were playing quartet on the stage disappeared, and there appeared a young man playing the piano. In addition, the landscape inside the restaurant turned into a small music salon, not a restaurant.

As the lyrical melody calmly touched my heart, Min-ho who was watching the fantasy became immersed.

There is a word for music in the universal language. Though Chopin's songs were new, Minho, who was intoxicated by the romance and passion of those who love music, murmured unknowingly.

- Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

- Jan, one more song, please. Come on, come on!

Minho watched Yan in the vision and chanted encor in the same way as the crowd.

- Maybe this will be the last song I ever play on this stage.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- I'm going back to my homeland, Czech Republic.

In '68, in Czech Republic, when the liberal movement' Spring of Prague ’began, 200,000 Soviet armies invaded and reverted to an oppressive and depressing communist system. Many young men were wounded and lost their lives in defiance of the Soviet system.

Minho didn't have any historical knowledge, but he could feel the same emotion that came to the young man named Yan.

- Music is a medicine for a broken heart. I want to comfort the people of my country with my weak ability.

After the desperate pianist at the Paris National Music Institute decided to give up the guaranteed future and return to the country, the scene of memories slowly faded away.

While the audience who was listening to the last encore gave silent applause and cheer, Minho sat at the front seat and stared at the Frenchman.

Guests.

In the face of the Frenchman, over 40 years old, an old man stood in front of Minho.

Guest?

Minho quickly regained his senses. The stage was being cleaned up after the quartet was over.

"Eek, how captivated were you? ’

Fortunately, I was enjoying my dessert while looking at the galaxy.

Are you all right, sir?

The old man leans against the pillar, staring blankly at the stage with nothing. Either Minho's condition is strange or he looks worried. The person wearing the bow tie and the luxury gentleman's outfit doesn't look like an ordinary figure at first glance.

"Do you own this shop when you call me a guest? ’

Minho smiled and replied, quickly resolving the situation.

I took a quick look around. because this stage has a very deep history. Wasn't it a restaurant before?

"Oh, you recognize that?

Seeing how I'm interested in old things... haha.

Meanwhile, Minho stared at the old grand piano in the corner of the stage. ‘A lot of people went through this stage.’ The old man muttered.

My name is Pierre Gravy. Does the food taste right to you?

Minho, who entered the restaurant and checked the sign ‘Pierre’, actually confirmed that the opponent was the owner and swallowed a groan. The audience, who was sadder than anyone when Jan left, now misses Jan as the owner of the building.

‘Hmm……. ’

After understanding the existence of the love space, Minho's finger was itching to play the piano.

That Gravy.

Minho opened his mouth carefully.

Just in case...

After halfway through the fruit tart, the standing galaxy turns its head to the left and to the right looking for Minho, who has been strangely dark for 10 minutes. While looking inside the restaurant, the snow in the galaxy suddenly widened when I saw one person standing onstage.

“Minho...? ”

Min-ho, sitting in front of the piano, smiled brightly. Soon after the familiar melody that I had heard in the classical mastery class began, the surprise of the West Galaxy turned into amazement.

Chopin's Knockton II.

The right hand that draws a luscious note like a song on the left hand that gently straps Arpeggio. Melody from Minho's trajectory captured the minds of those who were sitting at the restaurant like magic.

Hey, Jan?

Pierre stood by the anti-Semitic stage at the request of the young Asian man to ask if he could play the piano once he heard the first note.

Dreaming silent tune. Yann's unique expression, mixed with sadness and affection, was surprisingly reaching out from the boy's fingertips.

Not as precise as a skilled pianist's sword. However, it was similar to Yan's Chopin. It was Pierre who had known many of the best musicians in Paris, but it was the first time in 40 years that such stimulating performances were performed.

I can't believe it….

A young man who loved his country more than his dreams. In the 68th year of the uproar, Yan, who had never heard the news or known his life, finally came back and played again, was four minutes full of surprises.

Applause erupted from all over the restaurant after playing.

Pierre clapped his hands more vigorously than anyone else and ran to Minho, who was coming downstairs. Minho bows to Pierre.

That was fun, Mr. Gravy.

Are you a pianist?

No, just a hobby.

Pierre grabs Minho's hand.

That was a great performance. Can you play me one more song? I'll give you musician-grade fare here, or the boat.

Minho scratched his chin. It was a violent reaction that had lived in an art-loving city for a long time. I thought I could play one more song, but at the 15th minute, I felt like sitting alone in the galaxy.

My friend who came with me keeps waiting....

Friends?

Pierre's gaze is on the Asian girl sitting at the table by the window.

Then I can't help it...

On Pierre's sad face, Minho said to the Western Galaxy, "I'll do one more song," with his eyes. Seo Eun nodded her head with an uncomfortable smile.

Well, maybe one song will do.

Really? Thank you, thank you.

When Minho sat on the piano again, he strangely hid in the restaurant.

Chopin's Knockton followed by a night song to soothe the night among the Parisians who were looking forward to it.

Minho returned to the table after finishing playing.

“Did you play the piano? ’

‘You said you don't know classics well…….’ In the eyes of the Western galaxy, Min Ho confidently said the excuses he had in mind.

“My father forced me to register for piano as a child. I just played a song I don't even know the title of. Ms. Grant is happy to oblige. ”

“The applause was louder when Minho finished than when the quartet was over. ”

“Again, a round of applause for those who can't make a cultural city citizen. Haha!”

“It wasn't that clumsy to hear.... ”

“Anyway.”

Sitting there, Minho enjoyed the idea that the dessert looked delicious, saying that he had only learned it in the children's piano classroom.

“Here we go again. ”

Seohyun smiled at Minho pretending not to be polite.

“By the way, Minho. But I didn't want to see it alone, so I recorded it. ”

Minho stopped when he saw the Seo Milky Way holding the Selcam in his hand.

“Show it to your father later. You must have enjoyed your piano lesson. ”

“Well, would you? ”

“Of course.”

Minho later thought that he should delete this part. If the ball manager sees what you can do on this stage in the middle of Paris, he's more likely to ask you to hit him at a fan meeting.

Excuse me.

The waiter picks up a bottle of wine and puts it on the table. I came up with a plate of clear wine glasses and unnamed cheese.

“Huh?"

The Seo Milky Way was surprised and asked.

“Minho asked you to do this? ”

“No.”

Minho shakes his head and asks the waiter.

"Hey, I think you got the wrong order.

This is a gift from the boss to you both. He apologized for taking your precious time and asked me to tell him whenever I was short.

Minho, who identified the wine's trademark, had to 'huff’ and swallow a groan. Château Petrus, a bottle of more than 2,500 Euros, was the finest wine I had ever seen, explaining the menu with a selfie cam.

Enjoy your meal.

After decanting the glass bottle, the waiter bows and disappears.

“What did you say? ”

“Thanks for playing the piano, the boss said. ”

“See, that was a good hit. ”

Minho found Pierre, who was sitting near the stage table, nodding his head at him.

“Wow! This smells like grapes. ”

A pleasant smile appeared as the aroma flowed from the wine glass. Immediately after smelling Minho's scent, I felt the urge of an agent who had experienced fine wine rose sharply.

Can I have a sip? ’

Given the strength of the wine, I thought it would be easy to get a drink. When I took a sip, I could feel the fresh grapes spreading all over my mouth.

“Khh.”

It was an amazing experience. I was just trying to taste it, but I drank it all like I was possessed by a ghost. Minho nodded, "This is why it's expensive."

“Thanks to Minho, I also drank this. You're a pervert.”

“Are you a alcoholic? I just collapse when I have more than one drink. ”

The West Galaxy, which swallowed wine, replied.

“I don't know. I've never had enough to drink. I can barely drink because I'm sober. Surprisingly, this just went over. ”

There was a flush on the cheeks of the Letter galaxy.

Usually when I get drunk on my face after a sip, I get weak. Minho couldn't believe his face when he saw the galaxy empty out of his cup.

“It's 11: 30. ”

“Oh, is time already like that? You have to go back to Minho's place, right? ”

“I texted the coach that I'm going to be late. ”

Minho carefully watched the galaxy, which had almost emptied a bottle of wine by himself, and then sighed for relief. Even though his face was red, there was no distortion from speech to posture.

‘Galaxy, you're drunk. ’

I just had a drink, but I was starting to feel sleepy.

“Shall we go? ”

Minho and Seo galaxy stood up at the table.

Guest!

As I was leaving the restaurant, the manager handed Minho a note. Minho was missing after checking the contents.

- Orchestre de Paris. 01 42…….

It was Pierre's message to meet with the contact of Rino Joube, the lead conductor of the Paris string.

‘It's a big deal if you really call. I'll take your word for it, Mr. Gravy. ’

Min Ho walked out of the restaurant and raised his hand to a taxi.

“Milky Way, what's the name of the hotel you're staying in? ”

“Hotel name? Etua.”

Minho, who stopped and asked the taxi driver if he could get to Etou and the hotel, laughed because the answer from the galaxy that I just heard was a little strange.

Is this…? ’

I looked back and saw a standing galaxy. However, his face became much redder than when he came out of the restaurant.

“Mr. Galaxy?”

“Yes, go ahead. ”

His voice was not the same as usual, but he was too polite.

“Are you drunk? ”

“I don't know. Minho has two... ”

Twist.

Minho took hold of her arm, shaken and shocked, as the Seo Milky Way lost its center.

“You're drunk.”

“I think so. ”

Seo Eun-hye admitted right away. Minho got into the back seat of a taxi because he thought it would be dangerous to let him go.

Knight, please go to the Hotel Etuan.

Min-ho told me where he was going and said, looking at the Western galaxy.

“I'll walk you to your hotel room. ”

“Thank you. After I see you today, I can spend five more days with you. Thank you, Minho. ”

“I beg your pardon?”

“It's good to be with you. ”

“Oh, that……. ”

At every question, Min-ho didn't know what to do, seeing the galaxy answering with a sudden, serious tone. It was unusual to say what was on my mind, but not be ashamed at all.

‘Let's stay calm.'

Minho didn't want to embarrass her when she woke up and remembered the situation. If we hear anything sensitive, we'll be embarrassed.

The night view of Paris passed outside the taxi window.

Champs-Elysees Street closes its doors. Improvement doors that illuminate at night. Just looking at this landscape made Minho feel lighter.

“Great night view here, too. ”

Min Ho turned his head toward the Western Galaxy and laughed.

“What are you doing? ”

“I'm nervous because I'm with Minho. ”

The galaxy is sitting in its best position, staring only at the cabbie's back head. Minho holds back her smile and raises her hand to the window.

“Look, it's cool, right? ”

“Fantastic. Not this city, not Min-ho. ”

Seeing her expressing her heart directly, Min-ho felt her heart pounding. Worrying about what happens after goes away.