Good Luck Orphanage,
Gu Weijing walked into the door of the old church with brisk steps.
After entering March,
Yangon has become a little hot, and the courtyard is still the same as before, except that there is an extra shirtless engineering captain who is holding drawings with the female dean, discussing something.
With the help of the big businessman Chen Shenglin,
With the approval and Gu Weijing's donation in place, the modernization will soon enter the construction phase.
Thirty thousand US dollars in Yangon is enough to keep a small construction team working hard for half a season.
The overall project is not complicated. In terms of electricity consumption, the orphanage will be connected to the urban power grid of the nearby factory area.
The amount of water renovation work will be larger.
However, in the process of gradually laying underground pipelines, the construction team studied the drawings of the old church and decided to install a set of water pumps and water purification devices on the old well in the yard for temporary living needs during this period.
In addition, insulation layers and facade reinforcements will be added to some rooms and masonry exterior walls of this century-old European-style building.
The only thing that can be called a pity is that
By then, the old church described by the female painter Carroll should no longer be seen as an ancient and vicissitudes of history.
"Goodbye, old church."
Gu Weijing stood in the yard,
Looking at the moss-covered and ivy-covered wall in the church yard, he shook his head slightly.
He couldn't be said to be very sentimental, just a little sighing.
This is a choice that must be made in such a poor place. It is very helpless and very realistic.
Gu Weijing only had such a sad and popular literary style because he copied too many copies of "The Old Church on a Thunderstorm".
In the orphanage, from the children to the volunteers, to the headmistress and the construction workers, everyone was beaming and did not care at all about the disappearance of the historical monuments.
If given a choice, they would definitely want to completely bulldoze this historical building and build a modern, brightly lit orphanage.
The old church is a landscape to Gu Weijing, and a life to the children here.
The protection of cultural relics is something that can only be considered after a full stomach.
Everything is developing in a good direction,
This old church, which has been frozen in time for two hundred years in the pre-modern society of the colonial era, will finally enter the modern society in the next few months.
Gu Weijing stood in the yard for a moment, opened the virtual panel, and looked at the task prompts on it.
[Serial Mission: Fusion Painting-Hai Na Bai Chuan (1/3)]
[Current task content: Complete one hundred character line drawings with different themes. (Note: The works that reach the rating of "heartfelt feelings" need to be more than twenty)]
[Current mission progress——]
[Character line drawing: (100/100)]
[I feel something in my heart (19/20)]
Before the completion of this task, there is only one last line drawing sketch left that needs to achieve the evaluation of [feeling in my heart].
Gu Weijing looked at the time. He had a plan in his mind to complete this task today.
He thought for a moment, and instead of walking into the main hall of the church, he turned around and knocked on the door of the janitor.
"Uncle Alai? Can we talk?"
Gu Weijing asked softly.
The gatehouse of the orphanage is a dilapidated brick and stone house. There is a camp bed in the back room. On the iron shelf of the camp bed are pots, pans and a kettle for boiling water.
The outhouse is a wooden table.
On the left side of the table there is a lamp and a stack of homework books belonging to little Jasmine, and on the other side is a half-read book.
The lame uncle was tall and looked like a little giant sitting in the room.
He seemed to be used to silence.
He didn't say anything after Gu Weijing entered the door. He just stretched out his hand and motioned for Gu Weijing to sit down casually, and continued to concentrate on the book in his hand.
Gu Weijing glanced at it and found that it turned out to be a copy of Joseph Conrad's modernist "Heart of Darkness", the original English version.
He secretly smacked his tongue.
As a former British colony,
The official languages of Myanmar include English and Burmese. However, only middle- and high-level government officials and people with higher education can use English proficiently. Local people are still accustomed to using Burmese.
The illiteracy rate is not low either. There are people everywhere who don’t even know the letters of the English alphabet.
I can read original English works proficiently, and I can also read a boring masterpiece with polyphonic narrative with gusto.
Gu Weijing has always felt that Uncle Alai should be a very knowledgeable person.
No wonder there are so many people in the orphanage, and only the caretaker in front of me can find and recognize the archives and documents left by the missionaries in the colonial era.
"I was stationed in Tel Aviv by the Burmese military in the late 1990s for training, so I know a few foreign languages." Uncle Alai seemed to be able to read minds and knew what Gu Weijing was thinking. He said calmly without raising his head.
Tel Aviv, Israel, is one of the most professional high-end military training bases in the world.
Many small countries do not have the conditions and instructors to train special forces, so they spend huge sums of money to send elite officers to Tel Aviv for training.
It is known as the cradle of security teams serving dignitaries and top Forbes tycoons.
Media reports have pointed out that the presidential security teams of 30% of countries in Central Africa and Latin America have received military training in Israel.
Gu Weijing was not surprised by this answer.
He had observed before that the cool guys from the VIP protection team who used to stand guard at his painting and calligraphy shop used American-style drill codes and tactical commands, which were completely different from the local military habits.
"Brother Gu, why did you come to see me?" Uncle Alai asked.
"Two things, mainly I want to make a pen and ink drawing for you. Also, if it's suitable... I'd like to hire you as my personal assistant."
Gu Weijing extended the invitation.
With my current income and daily schedule,
It was also time for him to start thinking about hiring a formal personal assistant.
On the one hand, his studio in the Lucky Orphanage is getting more and more stuff and needs someone to tidy it up.
Now a construction team is about to move in, and there are many people with many hands. Not to mention their own paintings, the painting tools of those art students are not cheap, so it is necessary to be on guard against others.
Gu Weijing also planned to install a small safe with a constant temperature function and put the "Hundred Flowers" sent to him by the artist Tang Ning in the studio at the orphanage.
In this way, when Professor Lin Tao teaches online, Gu Weijing doesn't have to run around.
Although commercial insurance has been taken out, it is no joke to lose such a famous painting that can be exchanged for at least a Porsche sports car for more than 100,000 US dollars.
Another concern is Myo Aung Win.
The bad knee-bump at the school gate gave Gu Weijing a memory. In fact, he has never been very afraid of serious underworld godfathers like Brother Hao.
A gangster who can really get ahead will do things in a measured and orderly manner.
People may be very ruthless, but they will care about the way things are done, public opinion, and international impact.
Latin American drug lords still spend all day building bridges and paving roads in their hometowns.
Where is Brother Hao?
Whether it is Mr. Cao behind Gu Weijing, an internationally renowned artist like Uncle Sakai, or Boss Chen, a prominent figure in Yangon, whoever speaks for himself should be able to get some face from Brother Hao when necessary. Scruples.
Even during the Spring Festival, when the bald man approached a powerless and poor student like himself, everyone always pulled each other within a certain range, and the overall attitude was to be gentle.
As long as he keeps his heart, it's just a matter of resisting temptation.
If he didn't have this confidence, Gu Weijing would have left the country overnight with his whole family, why would he be waiting for graduation.
In street fights, those who can hack people to death are usually young and Dangerous guys who have just debuted and have no sense of proportion.
Only young people like Miao Aung Win are worrying.
Gu Weijing even thought of the shooting he had seen in front of Dulwich College.
Thinking about the time, he really had to suspect that it was the surrender certificate that Miao Angwen handed in after joining Brother Hao's gang.
Even if Miao Aung Win is not the gunman, he is very likely to be involved in this kind of street killing case.
People who have just been stained with blood can do anything.
If he was shot again for no reason at the school gate, or stabbed in the stomach by a bad gangster, he wouldn't even cry.
Whether it’s looking at the painting studio or picking myself up at the school gate after school.
Among the people Gu Weijing knew, Uncle Alai was a very good choice.
A skinny camel is bigger than a horse.
According to Kou Kou's father, Uncle Alai was once the founder of a security force for heads of state and dignitaries.
So what if my legs are a little lame?
It's more than enough to scare some street gangsters and protect your own safety.
"You want me to do something for you?"
Uncle Alai frowned, put down his book, and looked at the middle school student in front of him, as if he was scrutinizing him.
"Jasmine is indeed close to you. I also know that your family may have a lot of money, but you want me to work hard for you and be your little brother... Haha."
Uncle Alai's tone was even a little disdainful and a little mocking.
"Brother Gu, I have always liked you, so I won't say any unpleasant words. Please come back."
What is he.
When he was engaged in anti-narcotics in the primeval jungle of the Golden Triangle, Khun Sa's armed forces were still using heavy artillery against the Myanmar government. He was a real figure who emerged from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Later, the objects of service and protection were either heads of state or political dignitaries.
The general attained the rank of lieutenant colonel with real power at the age of 40, and he is only one step away from the real power class of the military.
Even if people like Uncle Alai are kicked out by the army, so what?
He stayed at the orphanage to guard the gate, just because he was disheartened by his past life.
In a chaotic place like Myanmar, there are big bosses who are not short of money, owners of private jade mines who want to recruit him as a bodyguard, or underworld bosses who want ruthless people like him to be their pawns.
As long as he is willing, a gangster godfather like Brother Hao can spend hundreds of thousands of dollars a year to recruit him without even blinking an eyebrow.
Uncle Alai was disdainful of the former, but unwilling to do the latter.
Now, a middle school student with a slightly childish look on his face ran up to him and insisted that he do something for him.
If not, little girl Jasmine really likes this guy.
This middle school student also has undisguised patience and kindness towards the children in the orphanage.
Uncle Alai wasn't even interested in talking to him.
"Not a younger brother, but a personal assistant."
Gu Weijing corrected the janitor: "And please forgive me, I have to make sure that your character meets my standards before I hire you."
Uncle Alai almost laughed angrily at this boy who didn't know how high the sky was.
Gu Weijing, however, looked serious. He took out a newspaper that was clipped to his sketch pad and handed it to Uncle Alai.
"The national hero is subject to an anti-corruption investigation for misappropriating tens of billions of kyats in public funds" - the headline on the front page of the newspaper read in big letters.
After he heard Father Kou Kou mention the origin of Uncle Alai, he went to the archives and looked through old newspapers. Sure enough, he found relevant clues in a Myanmar Mirror newspaper many years ago.
"The photo should be of you, so I can explain it easily."
Uncle Alai asked in a funny tone: "You don't believe the Mirror's report?"
"I don't think that an uncle who has been looking at the gate of an orphanage for so many years in a calm manner will be a embezzler worth tens of billions of kyats."
Uncle Alai seemed to be touched by Gu Weijing's answer for a moment and turned his head.
"Then how do you know I won't lie to you?"
“As long as you tell your story.”
Gu Weijing smiled, sat on the small chair that Jasmine used to do homework at night, and took out the sketch paper and pen that were prepared.
Every task provided by the system is very interesting.
It’s not just a simple requirement to accomplish a specific goal,
In the process of achieving this goal, Gu Weijing always learned a lot.
For example, Caifeng.
Collection of styles is something that any painter must learn.
No matter how powerful a master is, he can only achieve pure technical perfection by honing his painting skills and brush proficiency.
I want my paintings to possess the last bit of elusive soul.
Collecting styles in actual scenes and communicating spiritually with the scenery and models are indispensable processes.
Even the slightest movement of the soul is more important than the skillful skill of the pen tip.
In order to pursue this sense of reality in their works of art, painters from the critical realism school of Tsarist Russia ate and lived with the trackers when they painted trackers on the Volga River. When they painted serfs, they also spent a whole ten days painting them. In the freezing cold Tsarist Russian noble manor, I chatted with the servants who had been slaves for generations.
This is why the paintings of the critical realist school can often beat their old art enemies, the academic painters of the Tsarist Russian Art Academy, which was the mainstream of Russian oil painting at that time, with their works.
In addition to these painters' burning sympathy for their suffering compatriots in Tsarist Russia.
The creative works of these painters also have more soul,
They were able to reflect the true inner emotions of the oil painting subjects in their paintings from the stories they heard during their interviews and conversations, and the works they wrote in turn made them great.
Painting for kings, emperors, or nobles who have many things to do, they will neither bother to share their inner stories with you nor have the free time to chat with you all afternoon.
In order to complete the goal of these twenty line drawing illustrations that achieve [feeling].
Gu Weijing's sensitivity level increased a lot when collecting folk songs.
If anything, Mr. Sloth taught him how to capture characters from fictional works of art.
Then, the line drawing illustrations he drew for Jasmine, Sermon, and even Miss Sakai gradually taught Gu Weijing how to capture the emotions of models in life.
“My paintings will tell me the answer.”
Gu Weijing raised his pen and said with a smile.
(End of chapter)
