After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

London, England.

When the plane landed, there were a lot of paparazzi around the airport.

The International Ink Painting Competition is a large-scale art competition in the world. It is held every year and attracts a large number of people's attention.

The competition was held in Sweden last year, and this year it finally came to the UK.

The British people are very interested in this mysterious oriental painting.

Just as porcelain was very popular in the West during the Tang Dynasty, so are ink paintings today. Many British people are now popular in hanging an ink painting or Chinese calligraphy.

As the saying goes, consumption promotes production. As a result, ink painting has become very popular in the international art world in recent years.

Especially Mr. Keisuke Komada of Sakura Island and Park Mingzhi of Bangziguo.

The two of them are now almost universally recognized masters of ink painting.

"I'm sorry we won't accept interviews." The young assistant kept pushing the reporters.

Surrounded by the security guard, Keisuke Komata in a white coat walked out.

He is fifty-three years old this year. But due to proper maintenance, it looks like it's only in the early forties.

Komata Keisuke is a typical island country, with yellow skin, shaved head, and a moustache on the top of his lips.

He was unremarkable in front of the media camera.

No one would have thought that such an ordinary old man would be an internationally renowned master painter.

"Mr. Keisuke Komata, your fellow elder brother won the championship in the competition last year. Are you confident to win for Shimen again this year?" A white reporter broke through the siege and handed the microphone to him excitedly.

Kesuke Komada's face remained unchanged and calmly replied, "I will do my best."

the other side.

When Park Mingzhi came out, he was also surrounded by the same attention.

On the contrary, the Huaxia team picking up Qi Linqing was unattended.

Xiaoyu exclaimed dissatisfiedly: "These reporters are too snob!"

Xiaoyu is the assistant sent by the country to guarantee Qi Linqing's daily life.

Probably because of his young age, it is inevitable that he is a little bit strong.

Qi Linqing consoled him in turn and said: "It's okay. We have never participated in a competition before. It is normal for local media reporters not to recognize us."

Xiaoyu sighed.

He also knew that although Qi Linqing was very popular in China, he was an unknown person abroad.

Foreigners may only know the new Chinese painting artist or Qi Linqing's ins illustration account, but don't know him personally.

"You will become a well-known artist like them one day, and you will become popular in the world." Xiaoyu firmly said.

Qi Linqing laughed at this.

It doesn't matter if he is red or not.

This time he came to London to compete. He wanted to let those neighboring countries see the true strength of Huaxia Traditional Chinese Painting.

The team sent a special car to transport them and their luggage to the hotel.

Domestic leaders attach great importance to this competition.

Whether it is the hotel, the team members, or even the painting tools and materials supplied, they are of first-class standards.

If Qi Linqing can win the prize, in addition to the millions of pounds from the competition, the encouragement from the top will give him a private appropriation and a substantial amount of RMB.

From ancient times to the present, the painter has not been as holy as the public imagined.

In addition to love, what supports them to go higher is the pursuit of money.

—— Desire. Hope has been the source of inspiration for the birth of art since ancient times.

"Have you arrived at the hotel?" Zhong Chen called from overseas.

"Well, just arrived."

"Come on, if you win this time, I will also prepare a gift for you." Zhong Chen sold it off.

Qi Linqing: "Oh good."

Zhong Chen: "Are you not curious at all?"

Qi Linqing: "I'll know when I come back."

Zhong Chen smiled and said, "It seems that you are very confident in yourself."

Qi Linqing: "It's okay."

Zhong Chen: "Stop talking, I know everything."

He can understand the confidence of the other party.

After all, on the other end of the phone is the painting of Saint Fu Yi.

In the whole world, the few Chinese painters who can defeat him are no longer in the world.

The game was held in a theatre venue in central London.

The night before, Qi Linqing happened to meet Keisuke Komata in a Chinese restaurant.

When the other party saw him, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he quickly walked towards him.

"You are Mr. Qi Linqing from China, right?" Keisuke Komada reached out his hand while speaking Chinese.

"Yes. Nice to meet you, Mr. Keisuke Komata."

Out of courtesy, Qi Linqing got up and shook hands with each other.

"Can I sit down here?" Keisuke Komata pointed to the position opposite him.

Qi Linqing: "Please, please."

Xiaoyu by his side suddenly became a little upset.

Keisuke Komata ordered an egg fried rice, looked at him and said, "I have watched your live broadcast and bought your works. I have to say that you have made a great contribution to the Chinese painting industry."

Qi Linqing: "Thank you for your compliment."

"Are those lost techniques passed on to you by your master?" Komata Keisuke asked tentatively.

Qi Linqing didn't speak, only nodded.

Xiaoyu murmured in his heart when he saw this.

Keisuke Komada looked at Qi Linqing with malicious intent.

If London is so big, how could it happen to meet in the same Chinese restaurant?

When the two of them ate at the same table, Keisuke Komata was always looking for words.

Qi Linqing occasionally responded twice.

Keisuke Komada originally thought he was young and wanted to find out about the situation.

But now unexpectedly found that the other party's tone was very strict.

"You slow down, let's go first."

The other person's back disappeared in front of the restaurant door, and Komada Keisuke narrowed his originally small eyes.

He has seen the paintings of the other party's Chinese painting art exhibition held in China.

Compared to Park Mingzhi, this young Chinese youth is probably his biggest opponent.

...

The next day, the game was held at ten o'clock in the morning.

Since the event has attracted enthusiastic attention in the country, Huaxia specially sent professionals to be present for live recording and live broadcast of the whole process.

After the live broadcast room was opened, in just half an hour, the number of online users surpassed one million... until it surged to ten million all the way.

[So excited ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah]

[Raise my Chinese national prestige]

[Hurry up and start]

The camera turned around and the narrator introduced the participating painters separately: "This is Keisuke Komada from Sakura Island, that is Park Myung-chi from Bangzi Country, Lee Jerry from xxx, and xxxx from xx... …"

Although there are a lot of painters, everyone knows that the only people competing in the competition are actually Keisuke Komada and Park Myung-chi.

So the lens gives them a lot.

Among these middle-aged men who are generally over 40, Qi Linqing is also particularly eye-catching.

He is too young. He also has a pretty face.

When the surrounding western media reporters saw him, they were shocked and wondered what happened to China this time.

Send out a hairy boy!

Soon, the competition judges came on stage.

The jury has a total of fifteen members and is composed of well-known artists and curators from all over the world. There will be no preference for nationality and fairness and justice are guaranteed.

"The following is an announcement of the competition rules for this international ink painting competition-first, we will adopt a new method of scoring on-site painting with a limited time. Secondly... there are no restrictions on the subject matter. The artists present can play freely. Finally, there is no score for the competition, only Ranking..."

When the judges were speaking, the camera turned and fell on Qi Linqing.

The live barrage floated across the screen.

[Lick the face, don’t disturb]

[Just looking at Yan Zhiqi Linqing, I have won ten thousand times]

[Brother, come on, it doesn't matter if you lose, you are still young! There will be more opportunities in the future]

[It’s poisonous upstairs, you started cursing Qi Linqing to lose before the game started, what's going on]

[China will win! ! ]

[China will win! ]

Although the barrage is very positive, most people know in their hearts that the odds of Qi Linqing winning are slim.

Game start.

In front of each painter, a uniform set of solid wooden tables, chairs and painting tools were placed. You can also choose to bring your own paint, drawing paper, and brushes.

Keisuke Komata is good at painting flowers, birds, pine, and bamboo.

He waved his wrist and his pen was flying.

The vague outline of an "Eagle Picture" is impressively on paper.

His brushwork has absorbed the traditions of his country, with colorful and rich colors, lifelike animal shapes, and gloomy shapes.

This kind of painting style, which is slightly cold and perverted, has caught fire in recent years.

And while retaining the traditional form, Komata Keisuke also incorporated some modern elements.

The camera stayed on him for a long time.

The domestic viewers who were watching the live broadcast watched it all on behalf of Qi Linqing.

[This master looks so amazing]

[Deserving his fame, Keisuke Komada does have the ability to be called a master]

The narrator said: "Komata Keisuke has a keen observation of nature, his ink is exquisite and unrestrained, his color and composition are excellent. I don’t know if you have noticed that although he writes very fast, the position of each stroke is appropriate. The pen is vigorous and vigorous, as if it has fallen after a long time of thinking. Without decades of ink painting skills, such clean lines will never come out."

[so beautiful……]

[A leisurely Zen state, rushing towards the face]

However, Park Myung-chi, from Bangzi Country, has a small and fresh style of painting.

He is good at combining man and nature, replacing ink with blue, and shaping bold imaginations.

This time on the field, he drew a snow-blue flower-blooming picture.

The bright blue flowers bloom on the white paper, seemingly pure and unpretentious, but they can bring a strong visual shock and make people unable to move away from their home port for a while.

The narrator said: "Park Myung Chi is very expressive in the subtleties of life. He used blue ink to paint repeatedly and overlap to express the agility of the flowers, full and full, and permeating in the quiet □ □ Naked and open-minded. People involuntarily pull away from the tedious routine and fall into contemplation about life and life."

With the on-site explanation by the narrator, even some live viewers who know nothing about Chinese painting can understand the game.

After the shots of the works of the two masters, they couldn't help but chuckle.

Can Qi Linqing's paintings really surpass these two people?

The camera turned and landed in the center of the field.

The wide-angle photography can clearly see that everyone present, whether it is the audience, reporters, miscellaneous staff or judges, is staring at the young Chinese painter at this moment.

Qi Linqing did not use the table. Instead, paint on a piece of paper suspended in the air. He was steady and calm, his eyes quickly dipped in ink and pen, and an extremely colorful light ink landscape painting was instantly swept away.

Everyone looked at this scene and was really amazed.

In terms of game viewing, he won.

[Fucking]

[I was stunned]

[Is this something humans can do? ]

[Qi Linqing is awesome! ! ! ]

At the same time, the only Chinese judge in the venue, Professor Gao, who has now become an American citizen, grew his mouth in surprise.

"This, this is Huaxia's long-lost stunt, painting on floating paper!"

Reporters who had never seen this kind of painting were scrambling to pick up their cameras and take pictures.

The sensation in the arena has been heard by the participating masters who are immersed in painting.

Komata Keisuke looked back at the young man beside him, and was stunned.

A hint of shock flashed through Park Myung Chi's single eyelid eyes.

And Qi Linqing kept writing and continued!

He was immersed in the state of wanton squirting of ink, caught in the emotion of creation, unable to extricate himself!

With the improvement of the works, more and more people can't help but be surprised.

The live camera was aimed at him, and he didn't move anymore.

"His landscape paintings are too majestic..." Some judges couldn't help but sigh.

This kind of regret and vigor that travels through the picture scroll directly to people's hearts has already transcended the aesthetics of national boundaries.

The narrator's excited voice came:

"We can see that the landscape painting in front of us, under a special painting method, shows a brand-new art form! It has reached the highest realm of blending material and self, adapting to changes, drawing flowers, and becoming natural. The majestic and majestic nature of his paintings Mountains and rivers, the charm of Huang Zhong and Dalu. It seems to reveal the grandeur of looking at the mountains..."

[so perfect! ! ]

[At a glance at Wannian, I seem to be moved as much as "Ten Thousand Miles of Landscape"]

[God, I was so excited to cry when I watched Qi Linqing's painting]

[He is the pride of our Huaxia]

[Fortunately, the mission is not insulted. He picked up the pride of Chinese paintings of our Chinese people! ]

[From today, I would like to call Qi Linqing the light of Chinese painting]

[Hahaha, look at these crooked nut dementia expressions behind the judges, they light up]

[Tsk tusk, a bunch of guys who have never seen the world. Now I know that our Chinese paintings are amazing! ]

...

competition is over.

The works of the participating masters are uniformly hung on the wall for the judges to consider and analyze.

Since all of you present here are quite capable Danqing people, it is impossible for them to be ranked for a while.

The judges must go through three or four rounds of review before they can give answers in a few hours.

But when these paintings are all put together, almost everyone thinks that the most eye-catching is the green pine landscape painting by the young Chinese painter.

Art is like cooking. Although everyone has their own taste preferences, they can tell the difference between good and bad cooking.

The beauty of the green pine landscape is recognized.

The tens of millions of viewers in China who are watching the live broadcast obviously feel the same way.

[Qi Linqing cliff is the first! ]

[His real painting skills are even better than I thought]

[Time and time again, I was shocked by this young man]

[It's really not that we have our own filters, but that he painted really well]

[If he is not the first this time, I have to wonder if the match is shady]

These just a few hours seemed like a life for Komata Keisuke.

He originally had some confidence in his strength in Chinese painting. But after meeting this Chinese painter a few dozen years younger than himself, everything changed.

He is now anxious, worried about gains and losses, and uneasy.

On the other hand, Park Myung Chi and other participating painters' expressions were not much better.

Finally, the judges' results came out.

Park Myung Chi ranked third.

Keisuke Komada ranked second.

"This "Green Pine Landscape" by a Chinese painter uses a long-lost painting method on floating paper. It is not only time-consuming, but also unimaginable. This is the work of a 19-year-old boy. We have always I think-Mr. Qi Linqing should win the championship!"

As soon as the voice fell, the narrator jumped up and yelled to the camera in Chinese:

"First! Qi Linqing took the first place! He is the champion."

The narrator was a little incoherent with excitement.

Komata Keisuke and Park Mingzhi's expressions changed slightly, but they were helpless.

In terms of strength, the opponent is indeed better.

Is this the legendary genius who is comparable to Picasso? They thought in a daze.

The audience and reporters in the audience clapped involuntarily.

During the live broadcast, the barrage burst into the joy of victory like a tsunami.

[Won! ! ]

[Hua Xia Chinese Painting is the best in the world! ]

...

China Painting and Calligraphy Association.

The old people who were watching the live broadcast couldn't help but got up and ran to tell them, crying with joy.

They witnessed the glorious road to the rise of a great young Chinese painter.

This brilliance, all Chinese people are proud of it.

Mr. Xu touched his beard and exclaimed, "I knew he could do it."

Chairman: "Old Xu, you are still so accurate."

"I didn't know that he would still float paper to paint... How many surprises did this kid hide from us."

secondary.

Ji Youguang stared at the live video on the tablet.

The student took a photo with Qi Linqing on his desk and said with envy: "Mr. Ji, you have taught a world champion painter before."

"world champion……"

The corner of Ji Youguang's mouth almost grinned to the solar system.

He never dreamed that his ordinary art teacher would have today.

Gome.

There was a scream of overwhelming screams from the dormitory building.

"Professor Qi won the championship!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

"We will be students of world champions from now on..."

Teachers’ dormitory.

Lin Chenye was dumbfounded.

Happiness is like a tornado that comes too suddenly.

Will he be a professor of professional courses for world champions from now on?

Qi family.

Qi Hui, Yan Qiongfang, and Qi Yingjun watched the live broadcast early in front of the big-screen TV.

When he saw that his son had won the championship, Qi Hui's head buzzed and his face was red, as if he had drunk wine.

During the call, Mr. Yan couldn't help himself.

His business partners, friends and relatives also called to congratulate him.

Being a parent, a child can achieve this, and he has reached the pinnacle of life.

In an instant, Qi Hui felt endless joy and excitement.

This is no matter how much money he makes, it is impossible to have such an emotional experience.

At the same time, strong regret filled his heart.

Holding a pack of tissues, Yan Qiongfang said with tears: "How much has he suffered as a child until today."

She couldn't help but slapped Qi Hui hard, "I blame you! I didn't support him in painting at the beginning."

Qi Hui was silent for a while, opened his mouth, and said, "I'm sorry. I regret it very much."

He regrets now that his intestines are all green.

Qi Yingjun: "You should say this to Linqing yourself."

This is destined to be recorded in the annals of history, a day worth remembering for everyone.

Since then, a new era has been opened in the Chinese painting industry.

Got off the plane.

Qi Linqing looked over the crowd and saw the man at a glance.

Female voice: "The following is a broadcast to find someone. The **** kids who left at gate 2. Please come to the front desk after hearing the broadcast, where your father is waiting for you..."

The luggage on hand slammed to the ground.

Qi Linqing strode over and held the opponent's hand firmly.

found it.

Zhong Chen smiled at him.

Qi Linqing's eyes fell on the opponent's right hand holding an old purple wolf hair brush that was broken in the middle and repaired with jade.

Zhong Chen explained: "This is a gift for you."

"Luo Duan." He suddenly raised his head and asked seriously: "Are you willing to marry me?"

"Okay Master."

[End of text]

The author has something to say: Fanwai will probably be the story of the two after the peak of their careers in a few years.

Tomorrow, I will open a new article "White Moonlight Who Makes Cry and Scum", and the fencing competition entertainment circle will face a cool article, please support!

And Qi Yingjun×Fu Hanri~cp

Piaozhi painting and other content related to the professional field of Chinese painting are all referenced from the Internet and related literature