Chapter 51 Video is online (please read)

Author: Apricot and Pear

Chapter 51 Video is online (please read)

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

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"Sir, on behalf of Good Luck Welfare Home, I would like to thank you for your help. Is there just something convenient for me to say?"

The headmistress of the orphanage held a candle and led Gu Weijing towards the depths of the yard.

"What I bought is inappropriate?"

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

"Well, if you can come again next time, there is actually no need to buy clothes. The orphanage receives a lot of clothes donated by all walks of life every year. And the climate in Myanmar is not cold, so clothes are not something we urgently need.

We need drinking water cleaning tablets, some common medicines, toilet paper, diapers...

Girls need sanitary napkins or a lot of tampons more. By the way, game consoles are completely unnecessary. We have no charging socket here. And when the power is out, it is difficult for us to spare the money to buy dry batteries. Compared with one

Children's blue boxes or footballs 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 in a trance.

Yangon is a city where time has stopped.

Gu Weijing stopped in front of the gate of the orphanage, and suddenly this sentence he read in a book came to his mind.

The mottled old church, the flickering candlelight, the dilapidated swing and the moss-covered well...

There is no electricity, no running water, and nothing of modern life here. As far as the eye can see, it feels like we are stuck in the colonial era two hundred years ago.

Before coming here, Gu Weijing could hardly imagine that in the same city just around the corner, there were people living completely unimaginable lives.

The Xiacheng District and the brightly lit tourist attractions face each other on both sides of a few streets. They are only the length of a few asphalt roads, but they cut off two completely different lives.

Gu Weijing's shoulder hit the mottled relief of the Madonna on the wall, making a sharp and prolonged metal friction sound.

He stopped.

I found that I had knocked off a rusty copper plate hanging under the statue.

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

The nails at the four corners of the nameplate were basically corroded and broken, and they fell off after he hit it lightly.

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

He gently wiped off the rust on the copper plate, revealing the faint inscription underneath.

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

Gu Weijing recognized that this was a verse left over from the church era, which represented people's desire for beautiful universal values.

Many years ago this was a church almshouse.

The British and RBs came and went, and there was turmoil and civil war. Even the nuns in black robes had left this land.

Only orphans,

Generations of orphans die, and generations become new orphans. Drugs are rampant, and all living beings suffer. 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 swaying on the "feeling something" column. Although it had been trembling, there was no sign of it falling back immediately after just a short stay like before.

"Now that I have a paintbrush in my hand, I will definitely be able to draw very good works."

Gu Weijing thought.

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

Painters can only paint emotionally charged works by witnessing the various changes in the world. This is what Mr. Cao told himself, and he should breathe a sigh of relief in his chest.

"I'm sorry, sir. Please don't be angry. I'm not right. I shouldn't have made random requests. We are very grateful to you for being such a kind person."

The female director of the orphanage kept talking for a while, but she found that the kind-hearted young man stopped for some reason and stared at a copper plate in a daze.

She thought it was her picky behavior that annoyed the other party.

The headmistress looked a little ashamed and lowered her head in embarrassment. Her pale hair looked a little messy in the evening breeze.

"It doesn't matter, everything you said is right, I just didn't think well."

Gu Weijing said warmly.

He had heard that some orphanages sold supplies, but he calculated it based on five million coins and the 206 experience points he had received.

This conversion rate has exceeded 90%.

The address the officer gave me was quite reliable.

Facing such a selfless dean, Gu Weijing showed absolute respect to her, even if her tone was a bit nagging.

"By the way, do you want to go see the children?"

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

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

From a normal person's point of view, these children are neither well-behaved nor cute.

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

There is no shortage of books, game consoles, milk powder and diapers, and not enough volunteers.

Many children have a bad smell.

Looking at those pairs of black eyes in the candlelight gave me a 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 the instructional video on his mobile phone and taught the children to draw simple crayon drawings by candlelight.

He didn't know whether these children with congenital intellectual disabilities could understand his words and gestures, but everyone looked at them very seriously.

Time passes silently.

Gu Weijing stayed here until eight o'clock. The guy from Mumbai in the van couldn't wait any longer and kept calling him, so he decided to leave.

before leaving.

Gu Weijing agreed with the female dean that she would come here every week to volunteer and give free art classes to the children.

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

The first recommendation column on the YouTube clearly says - [Mr. Hyperion has launched a new video! 】

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"Sister, Mr. Hyperion said on Twitter that he will launch 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 Tsunamasa waved his iPhone and ran to Sakai Katsuko.

The two tags on his mobile phone interface - [Mr. Hyperion has released a new video!] and [#NewVideo] have already ranked among 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 influencer in the world. Sister, haven't you followed him? His videos are so interesting."

He clicked in casually. The homepage of the tweet was that of a young man with light red hair. His personal profile read——

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

[The largest YouTuber in the world shares the interesting world with everyone through my videos. Welcome to subscribe.]

Katsuko Sakai took the phone from her younger brother and clicked on the message 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 online 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, the artists or store addresses of the seven illustrations he commissioned are posted to confirm to fans that the million-dollar illustrations are no joke.

[One million dollars - French Knight of the Order of Arts and Letters, Hans Christian Andersen Medal winner, Jane Arnold, @Twitter account Arnold]

[One hundred thousand dollars - Internationally renowned illustrator Dejon Van Dorne, @Twitter account Dejon Van Dorne]

[Ten thousand dollars - Ray Louise, emerging art writer, young professor at the Royal Academy of Fine Arts in Breton, @Twitter account Ray Louise]

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

[One hundred dollars——クレヨンしんちゃん, Fiverr store owner link]

[Ten dollars - Detective Cat, Fiverr store owner link]

[One dollar - Anonymous, street artist, no link yet]
Chapter completed!