"Aesthetics detached from reality are either absurd or perishable." - Russian Chernyshevsky.

……

"Sir, on behalf of the Good Luck Welfare Institute, I thank you for your help, but there are some things that I can say conveniently?"

The female director of the orphanage held a candle and walked towards the depths of the courtyard with Gu Weijing.

"What I bought doesn't fit?"

Gu Weijing noticed that the director of the orphanage looked a little speechless.

"That's right, if you can come next time, in fact, there is no need to buy clothes, the orphanage can receive a lot of clothes donated from all walks of life every year. And the climate in Myanmar is not cold, and clothes are not something we urgently need. We need more drinking water cleaning tablets, some common medicines. Toilet paper, diapers......

Girls need sanitary napkins or plenty of tampons. By the way, the console is also completely unnecessary, we don't have a charging socket here. And when the battery runs out, it's hard for us to pay for a dry battery that we use, and a children's blue frame or a soccer ball are better choices......"

Gu Weijing quietly listened to the chattering voice of the middle-aged female director of the orphanage, and looked at the surrounding environment attentively.

Yangon is a city where even time has stopped.

Gu Weijing stopped in front of the gate of the orphanage, and this sentence suddenly appeared in his heart that he didn't know which book he saw it from.

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

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

Before coming here, Gu Weijing could hardly imagine that in the same city just a stone's throw away, there were people living a completely unimaginable life.

The downtown of Fly Camp and the glittering tourist resort face each other on both sides of several streets, but the length of a few asphalt roads cut two completely different lives.

Gu Weijing's shoulder hit the mottled relief of the Virgin on the wall, and there was a stabbing sound of metal grinding that dragged out the pitch.

He stopped.

I found myself knocking off a rusty copper plate hanging under the statue.

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

The nails at the four corners of the nameplate had basically been corroded and broken, and they fell off with a slight hit by him.

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

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

【Love Your Neighbor as Yourself】

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

Many years ago, it was a church almshouse.

The British, the RB people came and went, the turmoil, the civil war was endless, and even the nuns and grandmothers in black robes had left the land.

Only orphans,

Generations of orphans have died, generations have become new orphans, drugs are rampant, and all beings are suffering, as if there is a never-ending cycle of cause and effect.

Gu Weijing's heart trembled fiercely.

He almost subconsciously opened the panel, and saw that the emotional pointer was shaking and pointing on the [Heart Feeling] column, although it had been trembling, but there was no sign of falling back immediately after just a short stay like before.

"With a paintbrush in my hand now, I'm sure I'll be able to paint very well."

Gu Weijing thought about it.

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

A painter is to witness the various states of the world in order to paint emotionally charged works, that is, Cao Lao told himself that he should have a breath in his chest.

"I'm sorry, sir. Please don't be angry, it's not quite right, I shouldn't ask for it, we are very grateful for such a kind person as you. ”

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

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

The dean's face was a little ashamed, and she lowered her head embarrassedly, and her pale hair was a little messy in the evening breeze.

"It's okay, you're right, it's me who didn't think about it well."

Gu Weijing said softly.

He had heard of some orphanages buying and selling supplies, but based on five million cotton coins and 206 experience points he had received.

This conversion rate has exceeded 90%.

The officer's brother gave him this address is still very reliable.

In the face of such a selfless dean, even if her tone was a little chattering, Gu Weijing also gave the other party absolute respect.

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

The dean seemed to suddenly think of something, and opened her mouth to say, "They are all very well-behaved and very likable." ”

……

In fact, it's either her lying, or the dean of the house.

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, intellectual disabilities, or congenital deficiencies in their arms and legs.

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

Many children have a bad smell on their bodies.

In the candlelight, being looked at by those pairs of black slippery eyes, there is a creepy feeling.

Gu Weijing still stayed here for a short time.

At first, he played simple games with the children, and then he simply took out his mobile phone and used the instructional 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 his words and gestures, but everyone looked at them very seriously.

Time passes silently.

Gu Weijing stayed here until eight o'clock, and the Mumbai brother in the van couldn't wait any longer, so he kept calling him before 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 that when he closed the phone page and quit the crayon drawing tutorial.

The first recommendation column on YouTube reads - [Mr. Hyperion has launched a new video!] 】

……

"Sister, Mr. Hyperion tweeted that he was about to launch a new video! This time it's in the field of art. ”

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

Tsunamasa Sakai waved his iPhone and ran to Katsuko Sakai.

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

"Mr. Hyperion?"

Katsuko Sakai felt the name a little familiar.

"It's the biggest UP master in the world, sister, don't you pay attention to him, his videos are super interesting."

He clicked on it casually, and the homepage of the tweet was a young man with pale red hair, and his bio read-

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

[The world's largest YouTuber, through my video to share the interesting world with everyone, welcome to subscribe.] 】

Katsuko Sakai took the phone from her brother's hand and clicked on the message that Mr. Hyperion had just updated on the homepage.

[From one dollar to a million dollars!] 】

[This time, I'm going to invite 7 artists from all over the world to draw new illustration merchandise for my store, and the new video will be available at 9:30 a.m. New York time.] Which one do you prefer? Please leave a message below the video to let me know - Mr. Hyperion]

Underneath is the address of the artist or store where he commissioned seven illustrations, to confirm to fans that the million-dollar illustration is no joke.

[One Million Dollars - Chevalier de l'Ordre des Arts et des Lettress and Hans Christian Andersen, @推特账号 Arnold]

[100,000 Dollars – Internationally acclaimed illustrator Dejong Van Dorne, @推特账号Dejon Van Dorne]

[$10,000 – Ray Louise, Emerging Art Writer, Young Professor at the Royal Academy of Fine Arts, @推特账号Ray Louise]

[A Thousand Dollars - Bruno's Painter's Studio, Fiverr Owner Link]

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

[Ten Dollars – Detective Cat, Fiverr Shopkeeper Link]

[One Dollar - Anonymous, Street Artist, No Link]