Volume 4 2012 Chapter 845: Men's Topics (Part 1)
When I arrived at the study, I found a set of tea sets and brewed tea prepared there.
Although Yi Haoyan himself did not actually know much about tea, as a Chinese, he understood that this was a way for Liu Huiyan, as the hostess, to show etiquette and respect.
Although the temperature in Seoul is cold in winter, the weather is very good today.
The sun was shining brightly outside the window, without a single cloud in the sky, and without a hint of winter haze. The heating in the house was very effective, making the sunlight shining through the glass windows even more warm and gentle.
Yi Haoyan was very relaxed.
Originally, he was a guest and should follow the host's wishes, but the weather was dry in winter and the room was well heated. The boy felt a little thirsty, so he started to pour himself tea and drink water without any hesitation, without any hesitation.
Park Jae-sang, on the other hand, was now sitting on the sofa at home, facing the young man who had helped him turn his life around. He obviously had a lot to say, but he didn't know where to start.
Thinking back to the time, he was at the end of his rope (not in terms of life, of course, but in terms of his music career). He felt that his musical dream was almost at an end, so he asked his wife to help him out, with the attitude of giving it one last try, and he eventually found this young man who was said to be extremely talented in the industry.
Today, he has become famous all over the world with the song "Gangnam Style". This is not an exaggeration by the local Korean media, but real music data. He has become an impeccable figure in the history of Korean pop music.
This was something Park Jae-sung had never thought of at first.
His original expectation was just to come up with a hit song and have a reasonable end to his singing career.
As a result, he instantly became an iconic figure of K-pop.
The desperate situation a year ago and the booming situation today seem like a lifetime ago.
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The two of them sat opposite each other, basking in the sunlight, drinking tea in silence.
However, Park Jae-sang was so excited that he didn't know what to say first, and Yi Haoyan was just thirsty...
After the boy quenched his thirst a little, he finally started talking.
But this first sentence is a bit surprising.
"Hui Yan Nu Na is not the same as I imagined."
"Um?"
Park Jae-sang was stunned when he heard Yi Haoyan's first words were about his wife.
"Looking at her appearance today , Huiyan is not like what Sister Eunhee said, she seems to be doing well~"
The boy talked to himself, seemingly not noticing the man's previous excitement.
"Oh, that. Haha."
Although a little confused at first, Park Jae-sang quickly understood what the boy was talking about.
"It's no secret that Eun-hee has always been against Hye-yeon marrying me and thinks she's not happy."
"I thought so before, but now it seems not."
"What do you mean?"
He had a lot of emotions at first, but now that he was talking about this matter, Park Jae-sang became interested.
"It's hard to say exactly, but I feel like Huiyannu is living a happy life. And she doesn't seem surprised by her brother's current achievements."
Yi Haoyan speaks his mind.
"Haha, you may not believe this, but Huiyan has always thought I'm very talented. She has never changed, whether I was down and out before or now I'm rich."
Park Jae-sang was a little proud.
"Oh? That's not simple."
The boy was not surprised by this show of affection, as this brother had found him through Hui Yannu.
“It’s not easy.”
Park Jae-sang sighed.
"This circle is a place of fame and fortune. When you are not popular, it is one thing, and when you are popular, it is another thing. I have really felt this change this year."
As he said these words, the man's expression did not show any displeasure or contempt, but rather a kind of calmness and understanding that came from having seen through everything.
Park Jae-sang was also a singer and producer before, and he had some good works, but at most he was just a little famous in the industry. However, he had a good family background, was a generous person, and had a lot of experience, so he didn't actually experience much of the dirty stuff of flattering the powerful and bullying the weak.
Talking about the difference between being popular and not popular at this time is actually not the reaction of the industry.
And it comes from the family.
What is referred to here is certainly not his wife Liu Huiyan who has always supported him, but the attitude of family members, especially Park Jae-sang's father.
Yi Haoyan didn't say anything, but just silently poured Park Jae-sang a cup of tea and listened to him talk about his feelings.
"You're right. In the end, people still have to be themselves."
Park Jae-sang picked up the teacup and drank it all.
The source of his previous pain and helplessness did not come from his own music career, but from his family.
Those who are connected to him by blood, who live with him day and night, but who do not understand him.
These people are his closest people and the ones who love him the most, but they are also the cause of his confusion and pain.
Not understood.
It is these people closest to him who do not understand Park Jae-sang.
They think he is ignorant, they think he is not doing his job properly, not fulfilling his family responsibilities, and not living the life they expect him to live.
Even though these views are based on concern and love, Park Jae-sang is still torn between himself and family affection, tormenting his heart.
Park Jae-sang has no shortage of money and can live well even without working, but he can't find himself.
I didn’t know whether it was right for me to follow my inner dream of music, and whether I would be recognized by my family and society. I struggled in doubt and hesitation until I was 34 years old, until I met Yi Haoyan.
The emergence of "Gangnam Style" changed all that.
"Did you know?"
The man raised his head and looked at Yi Haoyan, with a look in his eyes that he had never seen before.
"My father called me on his own initiative the day I received the Yuguan Cultural Medal."
Park Jae-sang held the empty teacup motionlessly, as if he had returned to that unforgettable moment.
"He congratulated me, was proud of me, and said I was better than him..."
Having said this, the man paused, as if trying to sort out some of his overflowing emotions.
"You know what? When I was making music before, whether I won the first place in the music promotion or won some awards, or even when "Gangnam Style" broke the record, he didn't say anything because he felt it was meaningless. But this time it's different..."
"Uncle finally recognized you?"
“Rather than recognition, I think it’s more about beginning to understand my career.”
The man smiled, and his ordinary face showed a bright smile.
"He said that he and his grandfather had worked hard all their lives, and although they made a lot of money, they had never achieved the level of recognition that I have received from the world and the country. Although he still doesn't know what I do, he thinks it should be meaningful, hahahaha."
As he spoke, Park Jae-sang couldn't help laughing out loud.
"Uncle, do you like to listen to Gangnam Style?"
"Want to hear the truth?"
"Um!"
"He said the dance was weird, the music was too noisy, and the lyrics sounded annoying. He also said that the rich people he knew were not like that... He blamed me for writing about the people in Gangnam District as being too annoying... Then my mom said that he played this song every day at home, and when he went out to parties, he would always deliberately ask others if they had heard it..."
"Hahaha!"
"Hahaha!"
The two looked at each other and suddenly burst into laughter.
Yi Haoyan laughed at the old man's inconsistency.
But Park Jae-sang couldn't clearly explain what he felt.
He laughed so happily and wantonly that tears came out...
The feeling is complicated.
There is the comfort of being recognized, the emotion of sticking to one's own principles, the hardship of wandering for years, and the relief of being successful overnight.
Confused in the past, relieved today.
There are so many things like this, too many to list in detail.
Turn into tears and drift away with the wind in laughter.
