Almighty painter

Chapter 1 Gu's Painting and Calligraphy
In winter in Myanmar, the weather is always gloomy, and the sun cannot be seen for half a month.

The meandering Yangon River passes through the gorge, and the blue-gray clouds cover the mountains around the river with low pressure, as if water can drip out at any time.

"Gu's Painting and Calligraphy Shop is here."

Starting from the old capital of Myanmar before moving its capital inland, and now the largest city, Yangon City, it is about 15 minutes’ drive to the east. Facing the sparkling water of the Yangon River, there is a row of old-fashioned shops.

This is a relatively prosperous commercial area. International tourists visiting Myanmar get off the cruise ship on the Yangon River and can see this series of British-style buildings with gray marble walls within a few steps.Most of these buildings are old, and the surface of the decoration has some mottled marks left by the years. The earliest batch of houses were left over from the Anglo-Burmese War, and they have a history of more than a century.

A man in a black T-shirt stood in front of a painting and calligraphy shop, looking up at the signboard written in Chinese, English, and Burmese.

He looks to be in his 30s, with sunglasses on his face, a hairless head, half of an angry Buddha head tattoo on the skin above the collar and below the head, followed by two young men smoking cigarettes, and a party People exude a cold temperament that is incompatible with the surrounding environment.

"Let's go, this is here. Brother Hao said, let's give Mr. Gu a New Year greeting."

Push the door and walk into the painting and calligraphy shop, and the music of the blue Danube can be heard in the air.

The decoration here is very delicate, a bit like a small museum covering several hundred square meters. Inside the glass frame on the wall are a pair of large or small paintings, ranging from oil paintings to ink paintings.The separate air conditioner heater and dehumidifier make a small, tinny hum.

The two boys behind the bald head curiously reached out their hands to feel the warm air from the air conditioner.

The temperature in Myanmar is not low in winter, and sometimes it can even reach above 25°C. There are almost no heating facilities here.However, calligraphy and painting stores are after all a secondary market for selling precious artworks, and they need to maintain a constant temperature and humidity environment throughout the year.

The one looking at the painting and calligraphy shop was a thin sixteen or seven-year-old boy who looked like a student and wore glasses.

The boy sat on the beanbag sofa in front of the corridor, with a drawing board and palette in front of him.

When the bald-headed group entered the door, he was holding a paintbrush in his hand and daubing on the canvas. The dark T-shirt with the original Gundam printed on his body was stained with some oil paint, and coupled with his excessively pale skin, the whole person It looks like a colorful look.

"What are you drawing?"

"Mercedes-Benz classic car S220, 1:18 scale. Photo realism, school final assignment, due after the Spring Festival." The boy pointed to the antique car model made of resin and metal on the coffee table in front of the drawing board, and A few photos of the actual car.

The painting boy is named Gu Weijing. He is just 17 years old this year and his ancestral home is Wuxi, Jiangsu.

Their family has made a living by painting for generations. According to the genealogy records, it is said that their ancestor was Gu Kaizhi who painted "Luo Shen Fu Tu" during the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

Whether the ancestors of the Gu family are the legendary Gu Kaizhi is irrelevant, but it is true that Gu Weijing’s wife and grandfather were court painters. During Jiaqing’s tribute to Burma, he was ordered to come to Yangon with the return delegation from the Qing court, and it took root here. .

By calculation, he is already the fifth generation of Yangonites who run this Gu's gallery.

"What else can I learn if I have this skill?"

The bald, tattooed man gave the younger brothers who were still looking around in the painting and calligraphy shop a pat on the head, and asked them to put the tropical fruit basket they brought on the coffee table at the entrance of the gallery.Walking to Gu Weijing's side, he sighed in admiration.

"Minggela (note, Burmese, auspicious and wishful thinking), this is the New Year's red envelope that Brother Hao gave to Mr. Gu..." He said, taking out a bunch of ribbons from the pocket around his waist Green banknotes.

The bundle of banknotes was heavy and thick, with a lot of weight, it looked as thick as the palm of an adult man.

Faced with such a generous gift, Gu Weijing not only did not feel any joy in his heart, but was a little unspeakably irritated.

These people came to the store not to buy paintings, but to look for him.

It stands to reason that an ordinary middle school student would not be able to provoke these ruthless people who appear to be ruthless, but Gu Weijing has a good skill in drawing.

In the industry of art, which is very talented, it is said that every big figure in history who can leave a brilliant page in the history of art has shown distinctive qualities at a very young age.

For example, when Mozart was old enough to play the violin in front of the king, the book sage Wang Xizhi liked to eat steamed buns dipped in ink when he was a child, Leonardo Da Vinci painted eggs with extra round shapes, etc...

Although Gu Weijing is not a big shot, he does have some talent.

From the time he first picked up a paintbrush at the age of four, he displayed an extraordinary quality.

He has a good sense of spatial structure—like a scanner, he magnifies the escape wheel of an old-fashioned mechanical watch dozens of times, and then uses a paintbrush and ruler to draw the appearance of each gear meshing in precise proportions.

For a painter with such a sense of spatial structure, it is not difficult to draw patiently for a month or two, and carefully copy those famous paintings or the painted paintings on antique porcelain to achieve a high degree of similarity.

His grandfather sighed more than once that his grandson was really born in the wrong era. If he had been born 200 years earlier, not to mention becoming famous and getting married, he would probably not be starved to death just by relying on the ability of this human flesh camera.

It's a pity that such objective representationist paintings are worthless in the modern age when printers are everywhere.

No matter how vividly you draw, you can only carry a cardboard box in front of a tourist attraction and draw half-foot sketches for two dollars a pair for tourists passing by, and you may not be able to sell a few copies a day.

I just don't know why, but the fact that the young head of Gu's calligraphy and painting shop has such a skill is known by the bald group.

Gu Weijing had heard about the reputation of bald people.They have a bad reputation on the street, notorious to be precise.

You can also tell by looking at their clothes that they are not following the right path.

The boss with a bald head is called Brother Hao, and he makes a living by counterfeiting.

Of course, there is no such thing as the ability to make dollars like in Fa Ge's movie "Wu Shuang", but it is not only courageous, but also very courageous, to create some high-quality imitation Wenwan antiques that are specially used to deceive mainland businessmen.

Brother Hao’s influence in Yangon is not small, and he can enjoy both black and white. The forged artworks are considered very good in the black market, and are even exported to RB, Europe and Singapore.

Gu Weijing glanced at the "red envelope" handed over by the bald head, and secretly said trouble.

This wad of money is the largest amount of kyats.

On the front are white elephants and lotuses, the sacred symbols of Myanmar, and on the back are colorful paintings of Mandalay Lake, each worth [-] kyats.

Depending on the thickness, this bundle is either 500 million kyats, or 880 million kyats for auspiciousness.

Even if the kyat is worthless, the bundle would be two thousand dollars larger at the current exchange rate.This is a lot of money in Myanmar, where the per capita monthly income is less than US$[-].

The red envelopes of the underworld are not easy to get.

If you take other people's money, they will let you do things.

Don't look at the bold and generous appearance of these big brothers who donate money in Hong Kong movies, the same group of people will ruin your family when the time comes.

The underworld will always be the underworld.

"Thank you Brother Hao for your love, but I'm still in school."

Gu Weijing showed a polite smile on his face, politely but resolutely rejected the other party's red envelope.

His eyes glanced at the fruit plate held by the bald boy. In Myanmar, tropical fruits are not worth much. If they return them and refuse to accept them, the other party will feel that he has lost face.

The Gu family, who open their doors to do business, pay attention to making money with harmony.

He thought for a while, put down his paintbrush, found a Marlboro left by his elders from a drawer on one side, and pushed it along the counter.

"Mingge, happy new year, take it out for my brothers to smoke. I don't want the red envelope, understand, if my grandpa comes back and finds out that I took your money, he will beat me to death."

"How many years can the old man live? You don't care about him. It's your blessing that Brother Hao sees you. No one else wants this opportunity yet."

The younger brother on the other side took the Marlboro, and seemed very dissatisfied with Gu Weijing's ignorance.

The bald man waved his hand to stop the younger brother from complaining.

"Mr. Gu and Mr. Gu are both decent and decent people, and they don't like people like us. The brothers know it well. It's just that the times are different now. Mr. Gu, Brother Hao said, you follow him to do things , within one year you can drive a Ferrari. Two years, only two years, you can choose a big house in Yangon ahole (a famous rich area in Myanmar), and then change Mr. Gu to a big house. The old man can still be angry with you ?”

Gu Weijing still had a repulsive smile on his face, and cupped his hands and said, "Thank you Brother Hao for the compliment, but Brother Hao misjudged the person. I really don't have the ability to take this kind of money. You all hold your hands high, hold your hands high. "

"Yeah, I'm talking in vain."

The bald head signaled his little brother to leave, stretched out his hand and patted the counter of the painting and calligraphy shop, staring at Gu Weijing's pupils.

Gu Weijing still had a smile on his face, but he involuntarily clenched his hand holding the paintbrush.

"Don't be nervous, Brother Hao said, he is a man of good manners, he is here today just to pay New Year's greetings, there is no other meaning. As for whether to raise your hand, Mr. Gu, what you say doesn't matter, what I say doesn't matter, it's up to you when the time comes Brother Hao’s meaning. However, I would like to advise Mr. Gu, don’t end up making everyone look bad for what you love and what I want.”

"This is my business card. Whenever Mr. Gu changes his mind, call me anytime."

After that, the bald head turned around, and strode out of the store with the younger brother who had already lit a cigarette in the gallery.

Gu Weijing stared at the direction where the bald head left for a while, then shook his head, the smile on his face completely faded, and became serious.

"It's really tough."

As he walked over and turned on the exhaust fan to the maximum to deal with the smoke in the air, he recalled the conversation just now and made sure that he didn't give the other party a chance to stick to him.

Gu Weijing picked up the paintbrush again, and continued to complete this homework for the Spring Festival holiday before the acrylic paint dried out.

Although irritable, my grandfather taught me that even if I can't be pious in art creation, seriousness is the bottom line, otherwise I am not qualified to eat this bowl of rice.

According to the schedule, he will finish the coloring of this painting today, Gu Weijing doesn't like the feeling of wasting halfway.

Just when he was writing again.

【Oil Painting: Getting Started with lv2 (23/100)】

"what?"

A virtual panel suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

(End of this chapter)