Almighty painter

Chapter 51 The video is online (for further reading)

"Aesthetics divorced from reality is either absurd or perish." - Russia Chernyshevsky.

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"Sir, on behalf of the Good Luck Orphanage, I would like to thank you for your help, but is there anything convenient for me to say?"

Holding a candle, the headmistress of the orphanage led Gu Weijing into the depths of the yard.

"What did I buy that doesn't fit?"

Gu Weijing noticed that the director of the orphanage seemed hesitant to speak.

"It's like this. If you can come next time, there is no need to buy clothes. The orphanage receives a lot of clothes donated by all walks of life every year. Moreover, the climate in Myanmar is not cold, and clothes are not something we urgently need. We need cleaning tablets for drinking water, some common medicines. Toilet paper, diapers...

Girls need pads or lots of tampons more.By the way, the game console is completely unnecessary, we don't have charging sockets here.And after the power is out, it is difficult for us to spare money to buy dry batteries, in contrast, a children's blue frame or football are better choices..."

Gu Weijing quietly listened to the nagging voice of the middle-aged female director of the orphanage, and looked at the surrounding environment with rapt attention.

Yangon is a city where time has stopped.

Gu Weijing stopped in front of the gate of the orphanage, and suddenly thought of this sentence from which book he read.

Mottled old-fashioned churches, flickering candles, dilapidated swings and mossy wells...

There is no electricity, no running water, and nothing of modern life. As far as the eye can see, it seems to have stayed in the colonial era 200 years ago.

Before coming here, Gu Weijing could hardly imagine that there are people living a life that is completely unimaginable in the same city that is so close at hand.

The busy downtown area and the brightly lit tourist attraction face each other on both sides of several streets, but it is only the length of a few asphalt roads, but it cuts out two completely different lives.

Gu Weijing's shoulder bumped against the mottled relief of the Virgin Mary on the wall, making a piercing, protracted sound of metal friction.

He stopped.

Found himself knocking off a rusty copper plate hanging from under the statue.

The air here is very humid, so the nameplate is corroded and tattered, covered with green patina.

The nails at the four corners of the nameplate have basically been corroded and broken, and they fell off after being lightly bumped by him.

Gu Weijing picked up the nameplate on the ground and took out a tissue from his pocket.

He gently wiped away the rust on the copper plate, revealing the looming inscription underneath.

【love your neighbor as yourself (you will love your neighbor as yourself)】

Gu Weijing recognized that this is a scripture left over from the church era, which represents people's desire for beautiful universal values.

It used to be a church almshouse many years ago.

The British, the RBs came and went, turmoil, civil wars, and even the nuns in black robes had left the land.

only orphans,

Generations of orphans die, and generations of people become new orphans. Drugs are rampant, and everyone suffers. It seems to be an endless cycle of cause and effect.

Gu Weijing's heart trembled violently.

He opened the panel almost subconsciously, and saw that the emotion pointer was wobbly pointing at the column of [feeling in the heart]. Although it was trembling all the time, it didn't show any signs of falling back after a short stay like before.

"I hold a paintbrush in my hand now, and I will definitely be able to draw very good works."

Gu Weijing thought of it.

Sitting dry in front of the drawing board, the genius of inspiration will also dry up.

Only by witnessing the various states of the world can a painter paint works with passion, which is what Mr. Cao told himself, and he should take a deep breath in his chest.

"I'm sorry, sir. Please don't be angry. I'm not right. I shouldn't ask for it. We are very grateful for a kind person like you."

The headmistress of the orphanage talked for a while, but found that this kind young man stopped for some reason, staring at a copper plate in a daze.

She thought it was her picking and choosing, which annoyed the other party.

The female dean looked a little ashamed, she lowered her head in embarrassment, her pale hair was a little disheveled in the evening wind.

"It's okay, what you said is right, it's because I didn't think well."

Gu Weijing said in a warm voice.

He had heard that some orphanages bought and sold supplies, but he calculated it based on 500 million coins and his own 206 experience points.

This conversion rate has exceeded 90%.

The address given to him by the officer brother is still very reliable.

In the face of such a selfless dean, even if her tone was a bit nagging, Gu Weijing still gave him absolute respect.

"By the way, would you like to see the children?"

The female dean seemed to have thought of something suddenly, she opened her mouth and said, "They are all well-behaved and very likable."

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In fact, either she was lying, or the headmistress Aiwujiwu.

From the point of view of normal people, these children are neither good nor cute.

Because of the drug abuse of their parents, many of these poor little guys have congenital diseases, cerebral palsy, mental retardation, or a little missing arms and legs.

There is no shortage of books, game consoles, milk powder and diapers, and enough volunteers.

Many children have a bad smell.

In the candlelight, being watched by those black eyes, there is a kind of creepy feeling.

Gu Weijing still stayed here for a long time.

He played some simple games with these children at first, and later, he simply took out his mobile phone and used the teaching video on Youtube to teach the children to draw simple crayon drawings by candlelight.

He didn't know if these children with congenital intellectual disabilities could understand their own words and gestures, but everyone watched them very seriously.

Time passed silently.

Gu Weijing stayed here until eight o'clock. The Mumbai boy in the van couldn't wait anymore and kept calling him before he decided to leave.

before leaving.

Gu Weijing agreed with the headmistress to come here every week to do volunteer work and give free art classes to the children.

He didn't notice when he closed the phone page and exited the crayon drawing tutorial.

The recommendation column on the Youtube is impressively written—[Mr. Hyperion has launched a new video! 】

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"Sister, Mr. Hyperion said on Twitter that he will be launching a new video soon! This time it is in the field of art."

At eight o'clock in the evening, Yangon calligraphy and painting supplies trading market.

Sakai Tsunasho waved his iPhone and ran up to Sakai Katsuko.

On the interface of his mobile phone - [Mr. Hyperion has released a new video! ] and [#NewVideo], the two hashtags have already entered the top three regional searches in Twitter's popular art category.

"Mr. Hyperion?"

Sakai Katsuko thought the name sounded familiar.

"He's the biggest UP host in the world. Sister, haven't you followed him? His videos are super interesting."

He casually clicked in, and the homepage of the tweet was a young man with light red hair, and his profile read——

【The world's largest YouTuber, share the interesting world with everyone through my video, Thank you for subscribing.】

[The world's largest Youtube owner, share the interesting world with everyone through my videos, welcome to subscribe. 】

Katsuko Sakai took the phone from her younger brother, and clicked on the news that Mr. Hyperion had just updated on the homepage.

[From one dollar to one million dollars! 】

[This time I will invite 7 artists from all over the world to draw new illustrations for my store. The new video will be launched on time at 9:30 am New York time.Which one do you like better?Please leave a message below the video to tell me—Mr. Hyperion]

Below is the artist or store address of the seven illustrations he commissioned to confirm to fans that the million-dollar illustration is not a joke.

[US$100 million——Jane Arnold, French Knight of the Order of Arts and Letters, Hans Christian Andersen Medal, @twitter account Arnold]

[US$[-]—Internationally renowned illustrator Dejon Van Dorne, @ Twitter Account Dejon Van Dorne]

[US$[-]——Ray Louise, a cutting-edge art writer, young professor at the Royal Academy of Fine Arts, @Twitter accountRay Louise]

[One thousand dollars - Bruno Painter's Studio, Fiverr owner link]

【One hundred dollars——クレヨンしんちゃん, Fiverr shop owner link】

[Ten dollars - Detective Cat, Fiverr owner link]

[One dollar—anonymous, street artist, no link yet]

(End of this chapter)