Reporter Du Wen came to the Good Luck Orphanage in the morning, carrying a bag of chocolates.

Since the beginning of his interview program.

From the Spring Festival to the present, he has run a total of 31 orphanages around various urban districts in Yangon, and he has written almost 5,000 words just for writing the outline, and after handing it to the editorial department, the response is very good.

After reading it, the editor-in-chief praised it greatly.

In particular, the photo of a local middle school student dancing with an AIDS girl is topical and artistic, but it does not have the same ethical and political risks as some scenes of famine and war.

It's one of the newspaper's favorite shots.

If this kind of photo works well, it will be completely in the process of winning a journalism award.

The editor-in-chief looked at the washed out photos and was about to close his mouth with a smile.

Drug orphans are a big problem in Myanmar.

After discussion, the editorial team immediately agreed to issue a special issue of Du Wen's news report in the name of the Myanmar Mirror newspaper a few weeks before this year's International Anti-Drug Day.

The premise is that the finished content of his report is of sufficient quality.

This is a special issue, alas!

Even Du Wen didn't expect that he would have the opportunity to publish a special issue.

Paper media magazines are divided into three types: regular issues, supplements and special issues.

Supplements are mostly found in magazines and periodicals, and the quality of the content is relatively low. Special editions are different, and only major international news or national anniversaries will be dedicated to special editions of newspapers.

This is a special section that is much heavier than the regular front-page headlines.

The Myanmar Mirror is the most important national newspaper in Myanmar, and its circulation will quickly reach tens of millions of people across the country, and even the main political leaders may not be able to mix in special issues.

The reason why the editorial department gave Du Wen this opportunity was that Du Wen's own cover news photos were very good.

Mainly because this year marks the 25th anniversary of the special issue of the Myanmar Mirror newspaper after the Golden Triangle drug lord Khun Sa surrendered to the government.

It is a retrospective follow-up to the generational trauma caused by the war on drugs.

The topic of the report, the right timing, and the moving news photo, Du Wen could not get the opportunity to publish a special issue, which can only be said to be the result of hard work and luck.

Duwen is now miserable and happy.

The press release of the special issue should contain a large number of interviews with people related to the event, and the content often adds up to more than 100,000 words, and his liver began to hurt when the latest delivery time was calculated.

If you ask other reporters in the editorial department who hear that there is a special issue, their eyes start to glow green, and the chief writers will also participate in the news with him.

Du Wen was unwilling to be killed.

Investigative journalists are very hard-working and high-risk professions, those who are shot, squatting, beaten with sticks, and tied sacks to sink into the river...... At this time, as long as you move your pen more, there will be a special issue of running materials, and your liver hurts a little.

Du Wen often runs to the Good Luck Orphanage these days.

The orphanage has a poor business but a good reputation, and the volunteers come and go from junior high school students to grandmothers in their 60s and 70s.

It is convenient for him to do the background story interview of the character.

After Du Wen came to the orphanage, he did his work casually for a while as usual, and began to wander around the yard, and when he saw someone who he thought was interesting, he went over to chat.

That's what he prepares.

When I was in the journalism department, the interview skills taught by the teacher, the man handed a cigarette, and the woman or child handed the chocolate, and it was easy to get closer.

The chocolates that Du Wenna took were all brought back from abroad by his colleagues in the editorial department, and they were worthless, but fortunately, there was a circle of colorful foreign letters outside. In a third-world country like Yangon, imported chocolate is sometimes more useful than Marlboro cigarettes.

He went around today, and there was a lot of chatter about the seventh aunt and the eighth aunt, and there was not much really valuable news.

Du Wenzheng was a little irritable, and he saw that in the corner of the courtyard, the old Dulwich middle school student was holding a dirty fat doll that looked like he was five or six years old, babbling something to the other party.

This shot is not bad either.

Covert interviews are not suitable for professional cameras, Du Wen first took out his mobile phone to secretly take a few photos, and then paced and pretended to come over inadvertently.

He has always been very interested in this middle school student named Gu Weijing, and he has a good impression of him.

It's a pity that this guy is usually silent.

Except when dealing with children, he is reluctant to talk and just draws alone.

Most of Du Wen's news about the other party was heard through the female director of the orphanage.

"Little brother, little brother, do you eat chocolate?" He pulled out a milk-flavored triangle of chocolate and handed it over.

Du Wen could only try to get some close.

He was a rich boy from an aristocratic school like Dulwich, and he had eaten and seen it, and he didn't expect that his little trick like giving chocolates would be of any use.

But

This time, Gu Weijing did not refuse as usual.

Gu Weijing glanced at it, and the fat child sitting on his lap looked at the chocolate eagerly, and then took the chocolate.

He tore open the tin foil wrapper and broke off a piece and stuffed it into the doll's mouth.

"What's the matter with this kid?"

Seeing that there was a play, Du Wen leaned over and began to talk.

He randomly found a topic to understand Gu Weijing, but this fat doll did not look normal.

Early children often begin to learn to speak at around 10 months.

At his age, he can start elementary school, but the fat doll in the other party's hand still has vague words in his mouth.

"His name is Bu Dao." Gu Weijing sighed while holding the fat doll.

Many of the orphans here were abandoned at the door of the orphanage, and they didn't even have their own names.

Myanmar culture traditionally has a name without a surname, and the choice of names is relatively arbitrary.

The deans used to name them after the flowers.

Just like the little jasmine girl, Bu Dao is the Burmese transliteration of the national flower of Myanmar, the red sandalwood.

"Took him to the doctor, diagnosed with autism and mild speech impairment, theoretically through companionship and special intervention and correction treatment to achieve the same effect as a normal child, but ......"

Gu Weijing shrugged.

The world's special treatment for children with autism is actually very developed, but it is very expensive.

In developed countries in Europe and the United States, a professional three-hour one-on-one autism correction class with a child expert starts at $1,000 and takes three classes a week.

It is enough to make the middle class tremble without relevant insurance.

Not to mention Myanmar.

Nor is the language barrier, like Jasmine's AIDS, which has a special United Nations grant, and the cost of such treatment is unaffordable for an orphanage.

I can only let volunteers accompany me more.

"Bu Dao, thank you for this uncle who gave you chocolate?"

Gu Weijing lifted the fat boy high and faced Du Wen on the side.

The little guy looked very reluctant to speak, Gu Weijing was not in a hurry, he patiently reminded several times before the doll whispered something from his mouth.

"I'm going to draw a picture, it looks like you're okay now, so can you hug him?"

Gu Weijing felt that he knew almost everything about this little model, and he could start writing, so he asked Du Wen on the side.

Du Wen, who wanted to get closer to Gu Weijing, did not refuse.

Gu Weijing took out a drawing board and a pen, and by the way, handed back the chocolate that Du Wen had given him just now.

After talking to Bu Tao for a while, he was rewarded with a chocolate. Well...... Give him a maximum of three, and the dean said he was going to change his teeth. Gu Weijing gently patted away the fat doll's little hand that wanted to grasp the pen knife, and began to sketch the appearance of Budao on the drawing paper.

is also a child, the fat doll has autism, but the curiosity is quite heavy.

At least when Gu Weijing paints, his performance is far less good than that of the little girl Jasmine, who always likes to catch and grab.

He paints for Jasmine and never needs to ask other volunteers to help him look at her.

Du Wen tried to talk to the fat boy for a while, and then he wanted to give up. Bu Dao was very reluctant to speak, and when he opened his mouth, he was muttering vaguely, and he couldn't understand it at all.

"You have to talk more to have candy."

Gu Weijing raised his pen and said to the fat doll first.

Then he turned his head to look at Du Wen and explained, "He's asking you for chocolate." Be patient, and you'll be able to understand what Bu Tao is saying. ”

"His pronunciation is normal, and the child is different." Gu Weijing demonstrated: "I'll teach you, his tongue curl sound will make a 'zol' sound, and a plosive sound ......."

Du Wen actually admired this Dulwich middle school student in his heart.

Regardless of whether it is more true to say that he is rich or unkind, or that he has a good conscience, this boy is indeed very patient with all the children in the orphanage.

As a journalist, Du Wen knows better that this kind of story full of warm details is the news that can move readers more than many formulaic main theme reports and show-style charitable donations.

"It's really a good person with a good report, a special report in the special issue of the "Myanmar Mirror", the mayor of Yangon can cry with envy."

The others dare not say.

This kind of high school student who can rely on doing good deeds in an orphanage and appearing on the cover of a special issue of major national news, even if your grades are like shit, it is very easy to get a full scholarship of 100,000 US dollars to go to top European and American universities such as Stanford and Cambridge.

After graduation, there are even various NGOs (non-profit organizations) rushing to hire you with high salaries. NGOs only represent the organization itself as a non-profit organization, and the salary package of senior management is not low.

As long as you don't make a big mistake, it's no exaggeration to say that a report will last a lifetime.

"Hmph, it looks cool and cold. Little ghost, you have to know what I'm doing, I'm afraid I'm going to be excited to hug my thighs and thank you in pain! Du Wen was smug in his heart.

"Little brother, I heard from the dean that your family runs a gallery? There are no big galleries to buy and sell in Yangon. ”

Du Wenpan said: "The 'Golden Village' on Diplomat Avenue or the 'Guli Gallery'? ”

Investigative journalists who walk the streets are no less familiar with a city than a taxi driver, especially in the cultural industry.

He casually named some of the largest galleries in Yangon.

"It's not." Gu Weijing shook his head.

"Isn't it?"

Du Wen was puzzled, there were not many Yangon galleries on the table.

He couldn't remember any other grand galleries worthy of praise.

Could it be that the family's business is in another city?

And so on, it's not that there isn't really big business.

A thought suddenly flashed through the mind of a well-informed journalist.

Du Wen took a small step back, and the hand holding the fat boy couldn't help but tighten a little.

"You...... You won't be Brother Hao's nephew. His expression was extremely complicated at this time.

"Not really."

Gu Weijing glanced up at Du Wen and knew that the other party was thinking of something. Brother Hao, the famous godfather of the underworld, there is no ordinary person who is not afraid.

"Our gallery is called Gu's Calligraphy and Painting Shop, on the banks of the Yangon River, compared to the two galleries you mentioned, it will operate more Chinese painting business, if you are interested, you can go and have a look." Gu Weijing casually pulled a business for his family's shop.

Du Wen picked up his phone and searched Google Maps.

He looked at the shop description and display window above and was relieved to see that it was a small private gallery.

If the son of an underworld tycoon is keen on charity, this kind of news report is too black humorous.

"It doesn't look like the income is very much."

Du Wen looks at the store's homepage on Google Maps.

A very small façade, this kind of small gallery is not usually too high.

"I'm willing to send you to Dulwich, your parents are willing to do it." He knocked on Gu Weijing's family background.

"It's expensive, but I have a scholarship, what's the problem?"

Gu Weijing was surprised that he had met this volunteer with glasses several times, and the other party always seemed to be very interested in him.

"No, no."

Du Wen smiled and waved his hand.

He couldn't be too satisfied with this answer, and Du Wen was going to ask someone to find out if he could get the list of Dulwich bursaries.

It's better to be poor, it's better to be poor.

If what this little brother said is true, a good student with excellent moral character who holds a scholarship is inherently more resonant with ordinary people than a rich son who is kind and generous.

Gu Weijing finished drawing the line drawing sketch in his hand and successfully reached the evaluation of "I feel something".

In the sounding of the taskbar completion progress plus one, he put the pen drawing into a folder on the side.

Gu Weijing is now not only collecting figure materials for the exhibition, but also speeding up the progress of completing the line drawing task.

"Uncle, why do you always come to the orphanage?"

He took out a sketch paper again, and the orphanage could not only be filled with children, these volunteers were also model materials that needed to be collected.

"Oh...... My girlfriend is a Dinkist teacher, but I like kids. ”

Du Wen repeated his designed resume in his mind and said casually.

The so-called "Dink" is a couple who do not want to have children.

This kind of justification is common among volunteers at orphanages.

When Gu Weijing was painting, he chatted with this uncle with a match.

He always felt that what the other party was telling was not the truth, as if he was reciting the script, at least he didn't look for the uncle's character emotions in his pen.

He didn't ask much.

Although this uncle is a little eccentric, he always likes to come to his side. But those who are willing to come to the orphanage should not be bad people.

I'm afraid that Internet celebrities who just come to check in and post on social media, only donations and help are genuine, and there is nothing wrong with that.

"That's a good drawing, can you give me this picture?" Du Wen looked at Gu Weijing's vivid appearance in his writing, and was a little moved.

"If you want, ask the dean to donate fifteen or thirty thousand kyats, and the painting will be yours."

Gu Weijing did not agree, nor did he directly refuse.

It is very common to meet the audience and the model to ask for the work when collecting the style, and it is easy to be unpleasant to refuse directly.

Gu Weijing doesn't care about this money, but if you have the ambition to be a serious artist, it is not a good thing to have a large outflow of works before becoming famous.

In order to maintain the scarcity of artworks, many great artists only put a few works on the market each year.

Gu Weijing is far from the time to think about this, but he doesn't want others to ask for it, so he will give away his paintings.

That's why there's a $15 threshold.

The first painting in his grandfather Gu Tongxiang's life was sold for this price.

The vast majority of ordinary people would not think that a middle school student's work is worth this price. This helped Gu Weijing dispel most of the requests.

"$15? The street painter who sketches people in front of the Shwedagon Pagoda sells for only $2 for a painting, little brother, you are so black-hearted. ”

really

Du Wen was a little unhappy when he heard the price.

Fifteen dollars is not a small amount of money locally.

His monthly newspaper salary is less than $1,000, which is definitely a high income in Myanmar, and many workers in the factories near the Good Luck Orphanage can only earn one-tenth of this.

But an obscure student sketch will charge him more than half a day's salary, and Du Wen still doesn't want to be the wronged leader.

"Uncle, I didn't want to sell the painting in the first place, you don't want to buy it."

"Cut, don't, don't." Du Wen raised his head and became arrogant.

(End of chapter)