Almighty painter

Chapter 161 The Last Picture

Good Luck Orphanage,
Gu Weijing walked briskly into the gate of the old church.

After entering March,
Yangon is already getting a little hotter, and the yard is still the same, but there is an extra shirtless project leader who is holding blueprints with the female dean and 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 stage.

Thirty thousand dollars in Yangon is enough for a small construction team to work 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 in the nearby factory area.

The amount of water renovation works will be larger,
But in the process of gradually laying underground pipes, 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 and facade reinforcement walls will be added to some rooms and masonry exterior walls of this century-old European-style building.

The only thing that can be called regrettable is that,
At that time, the old church described by the female painter Carroll should never be seen again, the old shadow of the past.

"Goodbye, old church."

Gu Weijing stood in the yard,

Looking at the wall covered with moss and creepers in the church yard, he shook his head slightly.

He couldn't talk about how sentimental he was, he just sighed with emotion.

This is a choice that must be made in such a poor place, which is very helpless and realistic.

It is only because Gu Weijing has copied too many copies of "The Old Church in a Thunderstorm" that he has such a sad spring and autumn with literary popularity.

In the orphanage, from the children to the volunteers, to the headmistress and the construction party, everyone was beaming, not at all concerned about the disappearance of the monuments.

If given a choice, they would definitely like to completely bulldoze this historic building and build a modern brightly lit orphanage.

The old church is a landscape for Gu Weijing, and life for the children here.

The protection of cultural relics is something that can only be considered after a full stomach.

Everything is going in a good direction,

This old church, which has been frozen for 200 years in the pre-modern society of the colonial era, will finally enter the appearance of a modern society in the next few months.

Gu Weijing stood in the yard for a while, opened the virtual panel, and looked at the task prompts on it.

[Serial Mission: Fusion Painting - All Rivers Inclusive (1/3)]

[Current task content: Complete one hundred sketches of characters with different themes. (Note: More than [-] works are required to reach the rating of heartfelt feelings)]

[Current task progress——]

[Character line drawing: (100/100)]

【Feeling in my heart (19/20)】

Before this task is completed, there is only one last line sketch that needs to achieve the evaluation of "Feeling from Heart".

Gu Weijing looked at the time, he had a plan in his mind, and he was going to finish this task completely today.

He thought for a moment, and instead of entering the main hall of the church, he turned around and knocked on the door of the gatekeeper's uncle.

"Uncle Alai? Can we talk?"

Gu Weijing asked softly.

The concierge of the orphanage is a dilapidated small brick and stone room. There is a camp bed in the back room. On the iron frame of the camp bed are pots, pans and a kettle for boiling water.

In the outhouse is a wooden table.

On the left side of the table was a lamp and a stack of homework books of Miss Jasmine, and on the other side was a half-read book.

The lame uncle is tall, sitting in the room like a little giant.

He seemed to be used to silence.

After Gu Weijing entered the door, he didn't speak, but just stretched out his hand to signal Gu Weijing to sit down casually, and continued to concentrate on reading the book in his hand.

Gu Weijing glanced at it and found that it turned out to be a modernist novel "Heart of Darkness" by Joseph Conrad, the original English version.

He secretly hit his tongue.

As a former British colony,

The official languages ​​of Myanmar include English and Burmese, but in fact only high-level government officials and highly educated people can use English proficiently, and locals are still accustomed to using Burmese.

The illiteracy rate is not low, and there are people everywhere who don't even know how many English letters.

Can read original English works proficiently, and can read a boring classic with polyphonic narrative with relish.

Gu Weijing has always felt that Uncle Alai should be quite a talented person with knowledge and self-cultivation.

No wonder there are so many people in the orphanage, and only the janitor in front of him can find and recognize the archives left by the missionaries in the colonial era.

"In the late 90s, I was sent to Tel Aviv by the Burmese military for training, so I can speak a few foreign languages." Uncle Alai seemed to have mind reading skills, knowing what Gu Weijing was thinking, and 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 will spend huge sums of money to send elite officers to Tel Aviv for training.

It is known as the cradle of security teams served by dignitaries and top Forbes billionaires.

A media report once pointed out that the presidential security forces of 30.00% 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 buddies in the VIP protection team who used to stand guard in his calligraphy and painting shop used the same American drills and tactical passwords, which were completely different from the local military habits.

"Brother Gu, what do you want to see me for?" Uncle Alai asked.

"Two things. Mainly, I want to draw a pen drawing of you. Also, if it's appropriate...I want to hire you as my personal assistant."

Gu Weijing made an invitation.

With my current income and daily schedule,

It's time for him to start thinking about hiring a formal personal assistant.

On the one hand, there are more and more things in his studio in the Lucky Orphanage, and he needs someone to tidy them up.

Now there are construction teams coming in, and there are many people with miscellaneous hands, not to mention their own paintings, and the painting tools of those art students are not cheap, so guarding against others is indispensable.

Gu Weijing also planned to install a small safe with a constant temperature function, and by the way, put the "Hundred Flowers Picture" sent to him by the artist Tang Ning in the studio at the orphanage.

In this way, when Professor Lin Tao is teaching online, Gu Weijing doesn't have to run away.

Although commercial insurance has been covered, it is not a joke to lose this famous painting that can at least exchange for a Porsche sports car for hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Another concern is Mio Aung Win.

The bad knee bump at the gate of the campus gave Gu Weijing a memory. In fact, he has never been very afraid of a serious underworld godfather like Brother Hao.

The big brother of the underworld who can really get ahead has a sense of propriety and rules in doing things.

People may be very ruthless, but they will be scruples about the way they do things, public opinion, and international influence.

Latin American drug lords are still building bridges and paving roads in their hometowns all day long.

Brother Hao,

Whether it is Mr. Cao behind Gu Weijing, Uncle Sakai, an internationally renowned artist, or Boss Chen, a prominent figure in Yangon, whoever speaks for himself should let Brother Hao give him some face if necessary. scruples.

Even during the Spring Festival, when the bald head finds a poor and powerless student like himself, everyone has been pulling each other within a certain range, and the overall focus is on Huairou.

As long as he can keep his heart, it is nothing more than a matter of resisting temptation.

If it weren't for this bit of confidence, Gu Weijing and his family would have gone abroad overnight, what are they waiting for to graduate.

In street fights, those who hack people to death are often young and Dangerous youngsters who have just debuted.

It's Miao Angwen's stupefied youth that makes people worry.

Gu Weijing even recalled that he saw the shooting in front of Dulwich College before.

Thinking about the time, he really had to suspect that it was the voting certificate or something that Miao Angwen handed in after joining Brother Hao's gang.

Even if Miao Angwen wasn't the shooter, he might have been involved in this kind of murder in the street.

People who have just been stained with blood can do anything.

If he was going to be shot again inexplicably at the school gate, or stabbed in the stomach by a bad gangster, he wouldn't even cry.

Whether looking at the studio, or picking yourself up at the school gate after school.

Among the people Gu Weijing knew, Uncle Alai was a very good choice.

A dead skinny camel is bigger than a horse.

According to Kou Kou's father, Uncle Alai was once the founder of a security force for the head of state and dignitaries.

So what if my legs are a little lame,

It is more than enough to deter some street gangsters and protect their own safety.

"You want me to do things for you?"

Uncle Alai frowned, put down his book, and looked at the middle school student in front of him, as if he was examining him.

"Jasmine is indeed close to you. I also know that your family may have some money, but you want me to work hard for you and be your little brother...hehe."

Uncle Alai's tone was even a little disdainful, but also a little mocking.

"Brother Gu, I've always liked you, so I won't say anything ugly, please go back."

who is he.

When he was engaged in anti-narcotics in the primeval jungle of the Golden Triangle, Kunsha's armed forces were still bombarding the Burmese government with heavy artillery. He really came out of a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

Later, the objects of service and defense were not the head of a country, or dignitaries.

At the age of 40, the general was promoted to the rank of lieutenant colonel with real power, and he is only one step away from the real power class of the military.

Even if a person like Uncle Alai is kicked out by the army, so what?
He stays in the orphanage to watch the gate, just because he is disheartened by his past life.

In a chaotic place like Myanmar, some wealthy bosses and emerald private mine owners want to recruit him as a bodyguard, or gangster bosses want a ruthless person like him to be a horse boy.

As long as he is willing, a gangster godfather like Brother Hao will spend hundreds of thousands of dollars a year to recruit him, and he won't even blink.

The former is disdainful by Uncle Alai, while the latter is unwilling.

Now a middle school student with a little youthful look on his face ran up to him and insisted that he should do things for him.

If it wasn't for the little girl Jasmine really liking 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.

"It's not my brother, it's my personal assistant."

Gu Weijing corrected the gatekeeper's words: "And please forgive me, I must confirm that your character meets my standards before I hire you."

Uncle Alai almost laughed angrily at this ignorant boy.

Gu Weijing looked serious, took out a newspaper that he had clipped on the sketchpad, and handed it to Uncle Alai.

"National heroes are restricted from being investigated for corruption due to misappropriation of tens of billions of kyats of public funds" - the headline on the front page of the newspaper is written in large characters.

After hearing that Kou Kou's father mentioned Uncle Alai's origin, he went to the archives to look through old newspapers, and he found relevant clues in a Burmese Mirror newspaper many years ago.

"It should be you in the photo, so let me explain."

Uncle Alai asked with some amusement: "You don't believe the Mirror report?"

"I don't think that an uncle who can calmly watch the gate of the orphanage for so many years will be a corrupt criminal with tens of billions of kyats."

Uncle Alai seemed to be touched by Gu Weijing's answer for a moment, and turned his head sideways.

"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 pens she had prepared.

Every task provided by the system is very interesting.

It is not just a simple requirement to complete a specific goal,

In the process of accomplishing this goal, Gu Weijing has always learned a lot.

For example, collecting wind.

Collecting styles is something that any painter must learn.

No matter how powerful the master is, the skill of painting and the tempering of brush proficiency can only achieve perfection in pure technique.

And I want the paintings under my pen to have the last elusive soul.

It is an indispensable process to gather scenery in the actual scene, communicate with the scene, and communicate with the model.

Even the pulsation of the soul is more important than the skill of the nib.

In order to pursue this sense of realism in the works of art, the painters of the Tsarist Russian School of Critical Realism painted the trackers on the Volga River, ate and lived with them, and when they painted serfs, they also spent a whole ten days in the Chatting with the servants who have been slaves for generations in the frozen Tsarist Russian noble manor.

This is why the paintings of the critical realism school can often beat their old enemy of art, the academic painters in the Tsarist Academy of Art, which was the mainstream of Russian oil painting at that time, with their works.

In addition to the fiery sympathy of these painters for the suffering compatriots of Tsarist Russia.

The works of these painters are also more soulful,

They can reflect the true inner feelings of the oil painting objects in their pens from the stories they hear in the collection and conversation, and the works under the pens in turn achieve their greatness.

Drawing pictures for kings, emperors, or nobles who are busy with daily affairs, people don't bother to share their inner stories with you, and they don't have the spare time to chat with you all afternoon.

In order to complete the goal of these [-] line drawing illustrations that achieve "feeling in the heart".

Gu Weijing's sensitivity when collecting folk songs has increased a lot.

If it is said that 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 Ms. Sakai gradually taught Gu Weijing how to capture the emotions of the models in life.

"My paintings will tell my answer."

Gu Weijing raised his pen and said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)