Almighty painter

Chapter 288 Cat Portrait
ten minutes later.

Uncle Alai slowly parked the car in front of the gate of the orphanage. Gu Weijing opened the door and let Awang, who was a little impatient in the car, jump out of the back seat.

The tabby cat sniffs the ground.

I rushed to a brown floral tarpaulin shed under the eaves of the concierge.

There is a portable cattery.

There are small glass bottles of catnip minced fragrance, canned cans, and cat toys.

For Awang, they represent good things to eat, good things to eat and fun things to eat.

It was happily running towards its stronghold in the orphanage with its tail wagging, and in the corner of its eye, it saw a figure holding an oil lamp.

Awang subconsciously felt something was wrong and tried to hold back.

However, the claws that had been cut off by Katsuko Sakai with nail clippers reduced the grip of its soles, and the recent weight gain from eating high-calorie cat food slightly restricted the cat's dexterity.

Its feet slipped slightly on the floor tiles in front of the porter's hut, and its whole body rolled on the ground like a puddle of liquid flesh.

When Awang wanted to jump up again.

It's too late.

"Meow!"

Awang let out a sorrowful meow.

A devil's hand grasped the soft flesh behind her head with great precision and picked her up from the ground.

The civet cat kicked its limbs wildly and opened its mouth to bite.

But her fat limbs are too short for human arms, so she can only spread her teeth and claws in the air, which is very cute.

"Sniffing catnip all the time will lower your tolerance. Sister Sakai specifically told me before she left that you won't be allowed to come into contact with catnip powder in the past few days. Please be a good little cat."

Jasmine put down the lantern, took out the mint aromatherapy bottle from the portable cattery in front of Awang, tightened the bottle's mouth and put it in her pocket.

Katsuko Sakai is not in Yangon this weekend.

Counting the time, Miss Katsuko has already transferred to Myanmar for quite some time.

Mrs. Sakai felt a little sorry for her daughter who spent every day painting in the studio, in order to prevent Katsuko from growing gray while staying in a remote country like Myanmar.

In the past two days, she was dragged by her mother to go shopping at the famous Siam Paragon in Bangkok to change her mood.

The flight is on Wednesday and will fly back next Monday morning.

Professor Sakai’s income is a bit extravagant to buy a business jet.

But it is still very common to travel to surrounding countries on weekends.Many big local businessmen in Myanmar work in Yangon but live in the more prosperous Bangkok not far away.

And just in the name of collecting style.

The Tokyo Gallery contract directly reimburses all air tickets.

Jasmine hugged Awang and said hello to her brother Gu Weijing: "Come here so late today, do you still want to paint?"

"Ah."

Gu Weijing nodded, "Awang may not be able to play with you today. I want to find Budao."

Autistic children and Maomiao, if you want to draw a good portrait of Amy, there is no better real-life model object than this.

……

In the small studio.

"C-CA-CAT."

Fat doll Bu Dao sat alone on the teak floor, pointing at the cat in the corner of the room, and spoke out the words with difficulty.

Awang squatted on his hind limbs warily, turning his head to look at the unfamiliar fat baby.

Sakai Katsuko invited everyone in the orphanage to have a French feast without any pretense.

But Miss Katsuko also doesn't mind helping those in need within her ability.

The biggest monthly expense of Lucky Orphanage is not food, but the cost of treatment for these children with congenital diseases.

Jasmine's AIDS cocktail therapy was covered by special medical funds from the United Nations, so it basically cost nothing.

But Butao's situation is not covered by the United Nations' assistance projects and local medical insurance.

It would be really pitiful to feed Awang a canned food costing 160 US dollars while the children nearby can't even raise the money for medical treatment.

She is so popular in the orphanage not only because she is Gu Weijing's girlfriend.

At the same time, it was also because she was like an angel and generously borne all the expenses for the Budao language rehabilitation training class and the strabismus correction surgeries for two other children.

Budao now follows some specially-made text cards every week with the help of a trainer to provide auxiliary training on vocal cord pronunciation and pronunciation.

He is still young after all.

Now is the golden period of learning ability, and the symptoms of autism tend to be relatively mild.

With the help of rehabilitation training.

Although he can still babble some alien words that ordinary people can't understand, he can still pronounce a few simple words with relatively standard pronunciation.

Mao Mi is one of the best pronunciations of words he has mastered.

separated by a wall.

Gu Weijing was sitting on the beanbag sofa in the corridor by the door, watching the scene happening in the small studio through his mobile phone, with the drawing board software on his iPad ready beside him.

After entering early April, the modernization of water and electricity in the entire orphanage building has been basically completed, and there is also wireless network coverage.

After all, it is the place where a work of special significance called "Hundred Flowers" worth at least six figures is stored.

And despite Sakai Katsuko's young age, her works are worth thousands of dollars. The most expensive works may even be sold for tens of thousands, and the potential for future appreciation is even more difficult to estimate.

As a precaution, this cabin is equipped with a high-definition webcam.

Both he and Ms. Sakai can access the camera's background through passwords to view the situation in real time.

In order to observe the most natural relationship between autistic children and civet cats, Gu Weijing left Awang and Budao playing in the room.

He himself gave up the space completely to them.

I moved a beanbag sofa and watched the progress of the relationship between the two young models through the camera in the corridor.

so far.

There is nothing that looks like a spark of "intimate connection" between the two young models on camera.

Budao seems to be very interested in cats, but the problem is - he is a little too timid.

Although Jasmine was a well-behaved girl, when they met for the first time and after asking for his permission, she excitedly jumped on Awang and dragged him away.

Awang is the stuffed toy in her hand. She can play with it however she wants.

When I arrived at Budao, I just took a few tentative steps towards the civet cat in the corner.

After Awang raised his teeth in a casual demonstration.

He was so shocked that he fell to the ground, pointed at Awang and shouted "Cat Cat" over and over again, but he didn't dare to really get close again.

On the contrary, Awang was proud of his majesty.

She felt that all the self-esteem she had lost with Jasmine had been regained by this fat baby.

The cat squatted there, winking and twitching its beard. From time to time, it would snap its sharp fangs, scaring Budao so happily.

Looking at the phone, Budao seemed to be crying at any moment.

Gu Weijing helplessly held his forehead.

Since taking on this assignment, he has also taken the time to read a lot about autistic people.Gu Weijing knows that timidity is a typical symptom of many autistic patients.

Their perception of the external environment is completely different from that of normal people.

Not only does one close oneself off, but it is also easy to become frightened by some overly strong stimuli.

Firecrackers went off in the street, thunder exploded overhead, and even people spoke loudly, as well as Nga Wang’s shouts of aim and aim.

In short, they live like a bunch of easily frightened little rabbits.

In the past, Gu Tongxiang liked to listen to Mr. Shan Tianfang's "The Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasty" commentary.

There, Li Shimin's younger brother, the great master Li Yuanba, is the reincarnation of the golden-winged Dapeng in the upper world. He is the best in martial arts. He is good at using a sledgehammer and is invincible.

Even the villain Yu Wen Chengdu couldn't defeat him. According to historical fiction, only a small half of the millions of rebels on the Eighteenth Route Army in the late Sui Dynasty could be killed in one afternoon. It is conservatively estimated that the average number of people killed by the hammer is more than 3000 per minute.

Such a great master is a born fool. He is especially afraid of thunder and trembles when he hears thunder.

If one can capture even a fraction of the historical truth from storytelling, then it is very likely that Li Yuanba was a severely autistic patient.

"Maybe this isn't such a good idea?"

Gu Weijing looked at Awang's arrogant look on the screen in his hand, and then looked at the door of the studio on one side.

Start to seriously judge whether you have made a wrong decision.

I heard that fold-eared cats generally have a softer personality, and I don’t know if Amy is a very gentle cat.

The first time Budao came into contact with pets, he faced Ngawang, a little tiger with a bad temper. Don't be frightened and have some psychological shadow.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Fortunately, Little Budao didn't really cry after all. He just looked at the cat in the corner eagerly, neither daring to get close nor willing to run away.

Budao didn't respond further, and Awang seemed tired of teasing him with grinning teeth.

It is estimated that in Maomao's mind, this doll that only sits there and calls Cat and Cat is also quite a strange person.

It's like a big doll that can only repeat certain sentences.

Although it won't make Awang particularly unhappy like that annoying little girl, scaring such a puppet-like child is really unfulfilling.

The civet cat stood up, rolled out a blue plastic cat ball from under the curtain, and started playing with her cat toy.

It likes things that can roll around on the wooden floor by itself.

"Ugh……"

It seems that this time the collection failed.

The relationship between Amy and Tony is irreproducible, and Budao has fallen into that self-enclosed state again. Now he doesn't even meow, he just sits there stupidly.

Gu Weijing, who was outside the screen, let out a low sigh.

The headmistress named the doll Budao, which is the Burmese word for the red sandalwood flower, the national flower of Myanmar. The Buddhist flower language of the red sandalwood flower is restrained, wealthy and auspicious.

This name was not chosen well.

I don’t know whether I will be rich and auspicious in the future, but I am quite restrained.

Are you already autistic? Aren’t you restrained enough?

Awang, who had chased the cat ball several times, brushed it past Budao and ran past it, his fluffy tail almost brushing against the fat baby's calf.

Awang Le was not willing to put it aside for the first time. The child still didn't even dare to reach out and touch the cat.

The blue plastic ball rolling around on the floor looked more energetic than Budao.

Gu Weijing patiently observed outside the door for half an hour, just when he thought the evening was going to be wasted.

The change finally happened unexpectedly!
Awang was tired of chasing the cat ball alone.

Most of his strong energy was spent, and he licked the water from the water bowl next to him, while focusing on the aluminum can of Maomiao placed under the coffee table.

She got under the coffee table, slapped her paw on the can, and pushed a 200g staple food can down to the floor.

Awang is very smart and has strong learning ability.

She can even learn to use her paws to press the button on the electric cat ball, and she also knows that there is delicious food in the aluminum can.

It's just that things like opening cans are indeed beyond Mao Mi's ability.

She tried to bite the edge of the can with her teeth, but it was not easy to exert force. She only left a few slight dents on the outer wall of the can.

Awang looked at it for a while and then tried to turn the can of staple food sideways.

The brand of cat cans bought by Katsuko Sakai is not as flat as common pet cans.

It was a cylinder, so after Awang tried it several times, he successfully "rolled" it.

Ding, ding, ding...

The cans banged against the marble baseboards beneath the walls of the studio over and over again.

Gu Weijing outside couldn't help but smile when he saw this scene.

Extracurricular readings in primary school say that when medium-sized cats need to prey on hedgehogs, they will smartly find a high-altitude big rock or small cliff and throw the hedgehog to death.

This allows them to eat soft meat protected by the spikes.

Unfortunately, aluminum cans are not hedgehogs, and there is no cliff high enough in the studio for Awang to break them open.

Amidst the clanking sound, the sweat glands on the pads of Ngawang's busy paws began to sweat, leaving a small bunch of plum blossom-like wet marks on the champagne-colored wooden floor.

Treat food.

Awang never knew what giving up meant. He couldn't get it open after knocking for a long time, so he angrily hit the surface of the can with his paw.

It was spread out by hard metal.

"Meow!"

Awang was in pain and wanted to roll on the ground irritably.

Suddenly Awang's ears turned, he turned his head from the corner, looked back, and stared at the fat baby who had cautiously approached him at some point.

Its body arched subconsciously, its pupils shrank vigilantly, its two front paws firmly grasped the outer edge of the can, and held the cat food under its body.

Gu Weijing, who observed the situation in the studio through the camera, suddenly felt something bad.

When will the Budao children have the courage to play with the cats?

It just happened to be this time.

Awang is a cat who grew up eating leftovers and catching mice in the yard. He has lived a hard life, which is the opposite of a well-trained pet.

Protecting food is almost an animal instinct engraved in its bones.

Today it is today.

When Awang eats, there are still only a very few people who are close to her to a certain extent who will not be defensive.

Probably only Gu Weijing and Sakai Shengzi were close to Awang and could not be expelled.

Because of the canned goods, Old Man Wu and his cat were in a state of panic.

If its claws had not been cut off by Ms. Sakai, I don’t know how many new scars would have been added to the face of this famous Yangon-based calligrapher with slim gold calligraphy.

When a civet cat wants to eat, and a stranger approaches her, she will really pounce on him and bite him.

Gu Weijing could already imagine the scene of Awang jumping up and giving Budao a bite on the face. He immediately stood up nervously and was about to push the door in to interrupt the painting observation.

His hand was already on the doorknob.

He suddenly paused again.

(End of this chapter)