After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

The elevator did break down.

There were two cracks, and they were stuck in the air.

The dormitory manager arrived in time and said with embarrassment that he had called the repairman and asked them to take the stairs first.

"Just take exercise, haha." The administrator's awkward laughter echoed in the corridor.

Professor Lin didn't want to stay here for a second, and hurriedly took his daughter out.

Zhong Chen turned his head to look at Qi Linqing, his eyes flickering.

"Back to your house?"

Qi Linqing held his hand and pushed the door out, "I will take you to the school gate."

Zhong Chen: "..."

As soon as the glass door opened, the heat billowed.

Zhong Chen slapped the wind with his hand a few times, glanced diagonally at Linqing's long-sleeved shirt, and couldn't help feeling hot for the other party.

"What about you?" Zhong Chen stared down suggestively.

Without squinting, Qi Linqing stretched out the hem of his shirt to block it.

"I'll go back and take a cold shower." He said flatly.

Zhong Chen: "???"

what. . .

"You are the reincarnation of Liu Xiahui."

Qi Linqing replied in his heart, no, I am the reincarnation of Fu Yi.

After Zhong Chen finished speaking, he shook his head, "No, you are the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles."

Qi Linqing: "?"

Although he doesn't understand what it means, it always feels weird.

The tall and dense green branches blocked the pervasive sunlight.

The two walked side by side under the plane tree.

But the shady place is only so small that only one person can pass.

Zhong Chen saw Qi Linqing walking outside, half of his body exposed to the sun, and a light wet mark on the back of his white shirt.

He pulled the other person in silently.

"You walk in front of me." Zhong Chen said.

Qi Linqing put his hands in his pockets, walking with his long legs still in a hurry.

Zhong Chen muttered, "I think you are so hot."

"But I want to walk by your side." The cold and low male voice seemed to blow away the summer heat.

Zhong Chen was in a trance for a moment. The heartbeat is also speeding up.

Damn it, he pretended to be.

...

Two students from the Chinese Painting Department passed by and bowed respectfully to Qi Linqing:

"Good afternoon, professor."

Qi Linqing nodded slightly.

They are completely equal in terms of age.

Even the students are older than Qi Linqing.

The corners of Zhong Chen's mouth turned up unconsciously.

One of the students raised his head and saw him, but he said, "Professor... hello, madam."

Qi Linqing was stunned.

? ? ?

Mrs. Professor? !

Zhong Chen stared at the student, as if to stare through his eyes.

The student probably also noticed that he was using bad words, his face was pale, and he hurriedly fled.

"Are we going to drop off at the end of the semester..." They can still hear their panicked voices from a distance.

Zhong Chen: "."

Zhong Chen exhaled slowly, and for the first time experienced the sensation of rising blood pressure.

"Am I like a person with such a small belly?" He turned his head to look at Qi Linqing and asked.

"Um?"

Zhong Chen: "...Forget it."

He felt that Qi Linqing did not understand.

not far away.

The other students passing by saw this scene with excitement.

"That's Zhong Chen, right?"

"Unexpectedly to see him in our school..."

"Quick! Take a picture."

"It's so sweet to walk with Qi Linqing."

"Seen with my own eyes, I finally know why so many people on the Internet knock their cps."

"Really, the real campus couple."

Qi Linqing went to the door, went to the supermarket to buy ice water and ice cream, and then sent Zhong Chen into a taxi.

Zhong Chen drooped his eyebrows, originally a little unhappy.

Not only did I not go upstairs today, but I didn't even have a kiss.

Qi Linqing touched his head and said, "I will pick you up after school on Friday."

Zhong Chen's eyes suddenly lit up, "Shall we go on a date?"

Qi Linqing: "No, I have finished the tattoo. I will take you to cover the tattoo."

"Oh." Zhong Chen thought to himself, this is similar to dating.

Qi Linqing closed the car door softly and waved to him.

"Go back and remember to send me a message."

"Um."

The taxi started slowly and passed through the long traffic.

Zhong Chen turned his head and couldn't even see a vague figure.

He suddenly felt a little empty in his heart.

Qi Linqing went back upstairs.

It just so happened that Yuanbai called overseas and asked, "How are you and Zhong Chen doing now?"

Qi Linqing opened the cupboard and took out the cup, poured a cup of hot water, and sat on the sofa sips lightly.

"Today he came to me and brought me sheep whip and bull whip and other kidney soup for me."

"Hahahahahahahahaha!!!" Du Yuanbai laughed madly.

"No, right? He thought you had a problem with that?"

Qi Linqing calmly replied: "It should be."

Du Yuanbai: "Hey, this is also normal. After all, you are too strict to guard against death, if you change it, I would doubt it."

Qi Linqing looked down, "I'm doing him well."

Du Yuanbai sighed in his heart. He now finally knows how much Qi Linqing likes Zhong Chen.

Because of this love, I will be cautious.

What the other party said before that he didn't like it was really bullshit.

According to Yuan Bai, Qi Linqing never let go of Zhong Chen for even a second.

"Do you still think that Zhong Chen regards you as Qi Lele's stand-in? Don't think too much about brothers, we all have eyes, you can see that the person Zhong Chen likes now is undoubtedly you."

Qi Linqing thought to herself, it would be great if it was so.

If it was Qi Lele, a big living person, maybe he could still compete.

But Zhong Chen took him as a substitute for the original owner.

This is an unsolvable problem.

...

A few days later, the school lecture hall held a lecture by Mr. Fu Wenxue as scheduled.

The scene was very lively and crowded.

The major leaders of the school, including the principal, are sitting in the hall.

There were also reporters from the media who heard the wind around the door.

Qi Linqing and Ke Ling went to listen and were almost squeezed to death in the middle of the road.

The smell of sweat and the smell of mothballs from someone's clothes are particularly pungent.

"Come on, Brother Qi will follow me." Like a fish in the water, Ke Ling flexibly led Qi Linqing through the crowd.

In the end, he even took Qi Linqing to grab the front seat.

Qi Linqing: "You are amazing."

"Small things, little things, I used to go out to work in the summer vacation to squeeze the bus and subway skills." Ke Ling smiled shyly.

Qi Linqing turned his head and looked at the crowd behind him. There are even many people who have no place to sit and can only stand.

He couldn't help but feel lucky.

After waiting for a while, the lecture officially started.

The man slowly walked out from behind the curtain until he stood on the podium and picked up the microphone.

A short gray T was affixed to the body indiscriminately, still stained with unknown dirt.

He has long hair and a shawl, and his beard may not have been shaved for a long time. At first glance, he looks like a tramp on the side of the road.

The appearance of the man caused quite a stir on the scene.

Because he doesn't look like Fu Wen, the famous art director in the rumor.

"Hello everyone, this is Fu Wen. It's an honor to be invited back to his alma mater today to give this lecture..." He took out a crumpled piece of white paper from his pocket and read it openly.

The expressions of the leaders in the audience were a little bad.

"This Fu Wen is still the same as before." The principal exclaimed.

"But the year he became famous was not like this..."

Two hours passed in a flash.

After Fu Wen finished reading the gossip on that piece of paper, he added some of his professional experience unhurriedly.

"Film is a visual art...you must know that the development of art directors is completely different now than before. Now the industry has a clear division of labor, with a clothing department and an art department. Some are responsible for drawing pictures, some are responsible for designing scenes, and some are responsible. Those who design special props, some who purchase them online, and some who are responsible for private furnishings...So there are specialties in the surgical industry. If you want to enter this business in the future, you must find out what you are good at."

Ke Ling had been taking notes seriously throughout the whole process.

Qi Linqing sat intently and listened carefully, and was very interested in the art director Fu Wen said.

Qi Linqing likes movies and watched Douban TOP200 movies last year.

But he is unwilling to enter the entertainment industry as an actor.

There is no doubt that film is a new and dynamic form of recording art.

Qi Linqing also wanted to try it out.

He has a huge and infinite passion for all unknown art.

"...Thank you, that's all for today's lecture."

After Fu Wen finished speaking, he bowed to everyone.

The audience immediately burst into applause.

Although some can't understand his perfunctory appearance, the leader has to admit that Fu Wen's explanation is profound and simple.

It is worthy of being a big hand who has won the Oscar and Golden Horse Awards. Even if he talks casually, it is by no means easy.

Qi Linqing got up with Ke Ling, followed the crowd and left.

Ke Ling looked admired, star-eyed: "Senior Fu is really good, I am his fan oooooooo."

Qi Linqing: "Then why didn't you just leave it and ask him for an autograph? I just saw many people do this."

Ke Ling patted his thigh fiercely, "Oh, you didn't say it earlier!"

Then he turned around and ran away.

Qi Linqing chuckled lightly.

He took a quick turn at the intersection ahead, planning to take a walk on the secluded path in the woods behind the school by himself.

The night breeze is blowing, as if touching the lover's face.

Qi Linqing stretched his eyebrows, unconsciously thinking of someone.

He took out the phone and sent a message to Zhong Chen:

[doing what? ]

Just after sending it out, Qi Linqing suddenly saw fire splashing on the lawn not far away.

The flames were vigorously vibrating, especially dazzling.

He ran over in a few steps.

It turned out that a piece of white paper that fell out of the trash can was burned by cigarette butts, and it had been burned for a half.

Qi Linqing stepped on the fire and stooped to pick up the paper.

Only then did he discover that there were many patterns and writings painted on the paper.

——It is like a design sketch of an ancient building.

"Throw it for me, thank you." A male voice came across.

Qi Linqing raised his head and saw the man who was still giving a lecture on the podium in the lecture hall just now, laying lazily on the park bench opposite the trash can, with Erlang's legs tilted up.

Cigarette butts all over the floor.

I think he was the culprit who caused the accidental fire just now.

"Is this yours?" Qi Linqing asked, pinching the tissue.

Fu Wen coughed twice. Under the dim night light, he was as thin as if he had been cut off with a knife. Cheekbones bulge and lips are peeled and chapped. But even so, it can be seen that this face must be very handsome when he was young.

It is hard to imagine that such a person was once called the "genius" and "god" of the art direction industry.

"Well, it's mine. But it's useless now. Throw it away."

Fu Wen didn't even look at him, so he continued to smoke cigarettes.

Qi Linqing stared at the piece of paper thoughtfully.

"There is a wrong drawing here. The root line at 3/2 is not 45.4 times 198.4, but 55.98 times 195.78. There is also wood stitching, which is not right..."

Qi Linqing worked part-time in civil engineering in his previous life, and knew the drawings and designs of these ancient houses well.

It just so happens that the buildings on this paper are in Tang Dynasty style.

When he first saw it, he noticed that there were many mistakes.

Qi Linqing didn't notice. When he spoke these words, Fu Wen's eyes lit up like a flame.

This kind of completely antique design drawings is by no means easy for people who can understand it.

"You know?!" He doubted.

Qi Linqing: "Understand a little bit."

He pointed to this piece of paper and told Fu Wen about a few mistakes.

Fu Wen didn't even smoke anymore, so he hurriedly stood up and pulled out the documents that he had just thrown away from the trash can.

"Come on, little brother, I invite you to dinner, let's talk slowly..." He didn't think it was dirty, and put the paper in a ball and put it in his pocket behind his ass.

Then he pulled Qi Linqing and walked out of school.

Seven or eight in the evening.

The night market stall near the school is full of fireworks.

Some sell stinky tofu, some roast cold noodles, some sell fried skewers, fried noodles, fried rice, snail noodles, oden...

Many students will eat supper here at night.

Fu Wen casually found an open-air barbecue stall, and found an empty seat to sit down.

"Madame, here are thirty skewers of roasted kidneys, twenty skewers of grilled meat, ten skewers of grilled sausages, roasted cabbage, a portion of roasted eggplant with garlic, two bottles of snowflakes..." he yelled from the ground.

The lady boss who was busy in front of the grill replied loudly, "Good!"

There were many female cats in heat around the stall, screaming sternly one after another.

Qi Linqing looked at the greasy red plastic stool for a while, took out a tissue and wiped it twice, and then sat down.

He glanced at the message on the phone while taking advantage of it.

Ten minutes ago.

Life is like tea: [What are you doing? ]

Zhong Chen: [After the shower, I lay alone on the bed, guarding the empty room alone]

Qi Linqing: "..."

He silently turned off the phone.

Fu Wen: "I remember you. It's a coincidence. The last time I met was at the police station, right?"

Qi Linqing smiled and nodded: "Yes."

"You are quite popular on the Internet, Lai Ze often mentioned it to me." Fu Wendao.

The skewers are not served yet. The proprietress brought two bottles of cold beer and disposable plastic cups.

"By the way, your relationship with Mr. Reizer is—" he asked hesitantly.

Fu Wen fumbled for the cigarette case from his pocket again, and casually pulled one out and held it to his mouth.

"He is my ex-boyfriend."

The author has something to say: Maybe everyone has forgotten who Reize is...

He is the art director of "Tang Yue Fengyun" that appeared at the beginning