When Gu Weijing put down the brush, Uncle Alai was still staring at the sketch paper.

A work of art is a bridge between the hearts and minds of the lonely.

Art and music classes have always been an integral part of childhood autism rehabilitation.

Some psychologists will also recommend that patients with depression or bipolar disorder attend more art exhibitions and art exhibitions accompanied by their family members.

"Do you like this painting? Uncle. ”

Gu Weijing noticed the janitor's eyes.

"I like it very much, and I'm now beginning to understand why some rich people are willing to spend a lot of money on certain paintings. The emotional comfort brought by this kind of artwork is really something that no amount of money can buy. ”

Uncle Alai leaned forward slightly, twisted his eyebrows, and tapped his chin slightly, as if he was looking for something in this painting.

"That's what it feels, yes, that's what it feels ......"

"I really like it."

He thought for a moment, then pulled open the drawer under the table and pulled out a large handful of colorful Burmese coins from a slightly painted metal biscuit box.

The janitor used his fingers, which were missing a little thumb, to count the banknotes over and over again, counted out a handful of money, and handed it to Gu Weijing.

"Huh?" Gu Weijing was puzzled.

"No, isn't it according to your rules, little brother Gu, 30,000 kyats, about fifteen dollars to buy a painting, or do you want me to give this money directly to the director of the orphanage?"

Uncle Alai asked rhetorically.

Gu Weijing smiled bitterly.

"What, too little? If I am worth hundreds of millions like that Boss Chen, I am willing to discharge a mountain of gold without blinking an eyelid for this painting. It's a pity that I'm just a janitor in an orphanage, and I earn clean money. I'm poor, and fifteen dollars has been a long time coming. ”

The uncle smiled, and his face was even a little sly.

"If you want more, you can take the money from the cookie box. But apart from these worthless kyats, I can't offer any other conditions to exchange this painting, nor will I offer other conditions to exchange this painting. ”

Uncle Alai's face had regained his composure.

He stared into Gu Weijing's eyes, and his tone was a little playful: "Why, little brother Gu, you don't really have the intention of painting a picture and letting me die with you, right?" Isn't this price too black-hearted? ”

Gu Weijing continued to smile bitterly.

Uncle Alai was indeed touched and moved by his sketch, but it was only touched and emotional.

This painting is indeed called a masterpiece,

It is a miracle that a middle school student can draw such a work, not only a masterpiece, but also a masterpiece.

however

If you want to draw three views,

Relying on a pen drawing, Uncle Alai, who has experienced all the flavors of the world and has been tempered, is like a hidden old monk's heart, and has a new idea.

thought that people would bow their heads when the tiger's body shook their heads,

It's too whimsical and naïve to make people laugh.

If there is a painting that can achieve such an effect, Gu Weijing does not know.

But a pen drawing that has just entered the level of a professional painter is definitely not good, even if it is a fulfillment of the heart, there is no such magic.

He wasn't so arrogant, he didn't plan to do so from the beginning.

Gu Weijing has other killer features.

He shook his head and handed the sketch paper to the janitor: "Uncle Alai said with a smile, he didn't think about asking you to pay for it in the first place, this painting was originally intended to be given to you." ”

"Send me? Actually, I think it's better to collect money...... That's it, if Brother Gu insists on not asking for money. ”

Uncle Alai thought about it and respectfully accepted the sketch paper with both hands.

Then he actually stood up, took a small step back, and bowed to Gu Weijing seriously.

The porter is small, and the janitor is extremely tall, bowing respectfully, like a hill falling down on you, very oppressive.

"Thank you, Mr. Gu Weijing, I am very honored to get this work of yours, thank you."

Gu Weijing hesitated for a moment and didn't dodge.

He knew that if he didn't let Alley bow, they wouldn't accept the painting anyway.

Gu Weijing understood what kind of psychology this was, and he had such a vigilant mind.

After the Spring Festival, when he treated his bald subordinates when he came to the door, he dealt with it in this way.

After harvesting the fruit bowl, be sure to scatter a cigarette of equivalent value.

If you can give money, you can give money, and if you can't give money, you must be respectful and sincere.

Then they don't owe each other, they don't intervene,

Don't give others a chance to get entangled.

Maybe except for the little jasmine girl, Uncle Alai treats everyone, including Gu Weijing, including this world that disappointed him, with such a very distant attitude.

Think about it.

Even if it is not explicitly stated, the reason why the uncle bothered to find a missionary's "Sermon Journal" for himself in the first place is clearly the reward for Gu Weijing's willingness to play with Miss Jasmine.

Divide it clearly, any friendship will be returned immediately,

I don't want to owe anyone a favor, and I don't want to be coerced by favors to do anything, I just want to live as a janitor.

Gu Weijing looked at Uncle Alai's pitted face, and sighed again and again.

How desperate is a man so strong about the world? will construct such a hard shell in interpersonal communication and protect yourself tightly.

"That's the end of my story. Brother Gu, I always welcome you to come here for tea, or to play with Jasmine, as for other things...... Let's not talk about it if there are too many, so that we don't look ugly for each other. I don't want to reject you coldly, because Jasmine really likes you. ”

Uncle Alai waved his hand and wanted to see off the guest.

"Why don't you listen to Uncle first, become my assistant, what can I give you."

"Hehe, little brother Gu, don't blame me for looking down on you, there used to be $390 million in goods, and I didn't get tempted by the goods in front of me. You're afraid you won't be able to get a higher salary. ”

Alai's tone was a little sarcastic.

Gu Weijing didn't seem to see the indifference on Uncle Alai's face.

He said to himself: "Money, I don't have a lot of money, I may only give you a monthly salary of about $500 during this time, no room and board, you can buy or rent a second-hand car to ask me for reimbursement, and pick me up from Dulwich School to the orphanage after school......"

The janitor originally had a cold face and refused to be thousands of miles away,

Hearing this guy's conditions, he actually listened to him.

"Young master, at this price, instead of looking for an assistant, you should go to the talent market and hire a driver or a male maid." The janitor pouted and spouted.

$500,

Is this a dispatch called Hanako?

This salary is certainly five times the per capita income of Myanmar, but it also depends on what you do.

Drivers belong to the technical category, which is a better way out for local young people with low education, at least more than lifting a pole for foreign tourists.

It is not difficult for motorcycle drivers in tourist areas to work diligently to earn two or three hundred dollars a month, and five hundred dollars a month, whether they have to include food and lodging, and have to find their own cars and rent cars, experienced old drivers may not be willing to do it.

Uncle Alai doesn't care about money, and he doesn't care how much money the other party can pay for at all.

Available for $500 for this price...... Look down on whom, this is.

"Uncle, we all know that if you want to impress you, money is never the key to the problem. It's just money to keep you on a daily basis. ”

Gu Weijing was not disappointed, he just smiled.

Everyone has the desire of everyone's heart,

Whether what you want is fame and fortune, or self-realization, just like the classic line in "The Godfather", everyone has a price that cannot be refused.

The question is,

What is Uncle Alay's price?

Ever since Gu Weijing heard about Uncle Alai's former identity, he understood that it was impossible for this kind of cow who lived in seclusion in an orphanage to hire someone as an assistant with a high salary.

Even if there is money that can really make the ghost grind, the wealth that is enough to tilt the balance in Uncle Alai's heart is far beyond Gu Weijing's ability.

"Why don't you take a look at the stuff and make a decision?"

Gu Weijing took out a large folder from his schoolbag and handed it to Uncle Alai.

Originally, he only had a guess, but after hearing Uncle Alai's story at this time, he already had seven or eight points of certainty in his heart.

"It's not going to be a painting again, is it? Actually, I don't have that much artistic energy. ”

The gatekeepers were noticeably less interested.

Patiently took the folder casually, and with a sweep of his eyes, he was ready to reject this young man who was licking his face and grinding hard here.

Just look at it like this,

Uncle Alai was really stunned.

"The school registration has actually been transferred the day before yesterday, and the dean asked me to tell you in person that Jasmine will be able to go to White Elephant Elementary School next week."

Gu Weijing smiled and tapped the table with his fingertips.

There was a thick pile of documents in the folder, but the first page was a transfer notice from Baixiang Primary School in Burmese.

The white elephant and lion are the national totems of Myanmar, similar to the iron-eating beast in Eastern Xia and the bald eagle in North America.

It is not difficult to guess what kind of school the elementary school with the name of the white elephant is.

It's not a private school, and it's harder to get into than a private school where you can go to it if you have money.

White Elephant Primary School is the best municipal public primary school in Yangon, with a reputation on par with Dulwich's, but it is more politically charged, with tuition fees at a fraction of that of private schools, excellent teacher resources, and almost entirely government funding.

Cocoo's alma mater is White Elephant Primary School, and when she was in middle school, she wanted to learn to draw, so she changed to Dulwich, which has a professional art class.

"You gave Jasmine an admission opportunity!" Uncle Alai said in a surprised tone.

What good school can the children go to in an orphanage that is so poor that they can go to it?

Not to mention the drug orphans here, many of them have congenital diseases, and even if they are normal children, the cost of books and tuition is a big burden.

On the surface, there is a ten-year compulsory education system, but the gap between the rich and the poor is huge, the general income is low, and the pressure to go to school is great.

On the one hand, Yangon alone has eight aristocratic schools such as Dulwich, which are run by European and American international private education groups with tuition fees of thousands or even tens of thousands of dollars per semester.

On the other hand, the average family has to rely on relationships when they go to a slightly better public school.

Every year, because of family reasons or unable to pay the textbook fee that is converted to only ten US dollars, the children of normal families who drop out of school are like crossing the river.

Jasmine is more taught by Uncle Alai himself.

He has a high level of education, but he is not professional in teaching children.

Moreover, being able to go to an excellent primary school with one's peers is by no means comparable to the psychological benefits of children and teenagers in terms of personality and psychology.

When Uncle Alai was in a high position more than ten years ago, this kind of thing was just a matter of phone calls.

Nowadays, people go to tea and cool, but there is nothing they can do.

If it were any other school, Alai might not have cared so much, but he wanted the little girl with AIDS in the orphanage to go to the best public primary school in Myanmar.

How many relationships he needs to run and how many connections he needs to spend, he is also clear in his heart.

The janitor looked at the page, and if he wanted to refuse, he couldn't say a word when he got stuck in his throat.

"Brother Gu, if you bother, Jasmine will be very happy." Alai looked at the admission notice for more than ten seconds before he said slowly.

It's just a pen drawing,

Let Alai bow respectfully to Gu Weijing and thank him, but at this time, in the face of this notice, he couldn't say words of gratitude.

He was too embarrassed to say thank you,

The two words thank you are too pale and too cheap.

This kind of favor is no longer something that can be repaid with a sincere thank you.

"Actually, I didn't bother much, and other government officials didn't give me face." Gu Weijing shook his head.

Gu Weijing is telling the truth.

This student registration was given to him after he applied for the approval of the transformation.

In order to show that he paid attention to it, when going through the formalities, the Yangon City Government sent a special government representative to accompany him throughout the process, and asked Gu Weijing what other needs he had.

Gu Weijing just mentioned it in passing, he didn't have much hope, and he was going to send Jasmine to a nearby private elementary school, who knew that it would really be done.

The officials all have a seven-trick exquisite heart.

People probably want to curry favor with Chen Shenglin, but by the way, they are afraid that Gu Weijing, the little bodhisattva with the big guy's phone number, will sue Boss Chen again.

"It's just that Jasmine needs to submit a medical certificate to the school doctor every month that the amount of viral vector replication in her body is within the safety line and is not infectious. And if you want to stay, you have to live in a special single dormitory, and nothing else. ”

"Understood."

Uncle Alai nodded.

After all, Jasmine has AIDS, although under modern cocktail therapy, the probability of infection is actually very low, but there are many powerful children in the school, and it is also appropriate for the school to have concerns.

He looked at Gu Weijing again, with great gratitude, and said solemnly: "You bothered. ”

"Don't feel like you owe me anything, it's my gift to Jasmine's little friend, she's always been a good model."

"No, a favor is a favor."

Uncle Alai looked struggling, looking at the piece of paper, gritting his teeth, as if he wanted to say something.

"Why don't you take a look at the file in the back? That's what I really want to impress with your gift. Gu Weijing prompted.

Behind?

Uncle Alai flipped through the page and found that there was an agreement in English underneath.

[Regarding the relevant application, registration certificate and draft articles of association for the registration of the "Jasmine" charitable foundation], the article headline of the English agreement reads.

Uncle Alai froze again.

(End of chapter)