After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

Qi Linqing returned to the classroom with the trophy and received the attention of the whole class.

Not everyone is hostile to him.

Except for Zhong Chen's group of younger brothers, most of the girls in the class have a good impression of his handsome face.

But now that he knows that he is talented, he is even more excited now.

Jiang Bai’s front desk, Mao Xiujing, held his cheeks, admiring him and said: “In terms of his appearance, he can definitely be elected to the junior high school.”

Jiang Bai was full of black lines, "The school grass of our school is obviously Qi Lele and Zhong Ge, okay?!"

Mao Xiujing dared not comment on Zhong Chen, only said:

"I don't care, I prefer Qi Linqing. Don't you think Qi Lele is too milky? He is short and not masculine at all, so let's consider him a school girl."

Jiang Bai: "You mean Qi Lele is a **** girl?"

Mao Xiujing shrugged, "I never said it."

She just prefers handsome boys like Qi Linqing.

Jiang Bai snorted coldly. He doesn't care, anyway, he has an affection filter for Qi Lele.

Whoever makes this person the elder brother likes, rounding up is equal to their sister-in-law!

Several girls around also joined the discussion topic.

"I was surprised when I watched "Deformation Meter" before. How did Qi Linqing grow taller in the village living environment since he was a child?"

"He looks almost 1.9 meters away, right."

"And the face is also very nice. It looks like the president of the Qi family."

"Ahem, maybe this is genetic inheritance?"

"The Qi family's genes are really good..."

Some people wondered where did Qi Linqing learn Chinese painting and calligraphy?

Mao Xiujing took out the phone and shook it, indicating:

"Don't you guys look at the campus wall? Someone on it has long been discussing that he painted on the spot in the art office two days ago and shocked all the teachers. At that time, he said that it seemed like an old man in the village taught him."

Qi Linqing did not notice the discussion of his classmates.

He took a few things, returned to his seat and sat down.

In addition to the trophy, there are also two golden pens with the logo of the junior high school, which are the first prizes of the two competitions.

Qi Linqing thought that he would not be able to use two pens alone, so he took out one and asked Zhong Chen:

"Do you want it?"

Zhong Chen was painting the campus wall, and raised his head when he heard the words.

But after seeing the two fountain pens of exactly the same style, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Isn't this a couple pen? ?

Zhong Chen's expression is cold: "No."

"Okay." Qi Linqing put the pen in the drawer.

There was still a while before class, Qi Linqing took out "Tonglu On Paintings" from his schoolbag and turned the pages.

"I like the "Picture Book" in it the most." Zhong Chen said suddenly.

Qi Linqing was startled slightly, and saw a white and slender finger stretched out in front of him, tapping the paragraph on the page:

【Wash the brush in the morning, show the face in the evening, paint the inkstone frequently, paint carefully, bake the sky...Whenever you paint a landscape, the intention is to write first. Zhangshan Chishu, Cun Ma Douren, this is also the style. The Ku people have no eyes, the trees have no branches, and the mountains have no chaos, and the height is as high as the clouds. Mingxian Zongyueqin book pictures, to eliminate miscellaneous desires. 】

-This long paragraph.

"Have you seen it too?" he asked softly.

Zhong Chen nodded: "Yeah."

Qi Linqing is a little strange. The cannon fodder in the book is obviously an irritable young man with no learning and skill. How can he calm down and read "Tonglu On Painting"?

As everyone knows, Zhong Chen also has a lingering mist in his heart at this time.

Didn't the book say that this vicious male partner can call French paintings? ?

Two people from ancient times thought and thought, and finally came up with different answers in their hearts.

Qi Linqing thought he had remembered the content of the original work that he didn't understand much at the time.

However, Zhong Chen, who is addicted to the Jinjiang novel APP recently on the Internet, is certain and affirmed:

There must be a bug in this book!

School is over in the afternoon.

Ji Youguang stayed at the door of the 18th class, trying to persuade Qi Linqing to sign up for the Municipal Ink Cup Painting and Calligraphy Competition.

Qi Linqing didn't want to refuse:

"Sorry teacher, I'm not available lately."

In addition to adapting to this era and learning simplified Chinese characters, he also has to take the time to complete the "Ten Thousand Miles of Landscape" that was not completed in his previous life. I really don't have the energy to go to the competition anymore.

What's more, Qi Linqing is naturally not interested in these fame and fortune matters.

"Think about it again!" Ji Youguang was unwilling to give up.

If a student wins an award in an urban competition, it will not only brighten up his face, but it will also be quite beneficial to his faculty evaluation this year.

Qi Linqing: "You can find other classmates."

Ji Youguang blurted out: "No other students are as good as you!"

Qi Linqing: "Uh...then let me think about it."

He really has no choice but to use evasive words to perfuse Ji Youguang for the time being.

Ji Youguang looked very happy, "Well, you go home and talk to your parents, they will definitely support you."

Qi Linqing answered calmly: "Okay."

But when he got home, Qi Linqing didn't mention the competition, as always, he was silent.

After eating, he went back to the house to continue painting.

Qi's parents didn't know about the award he won at school today, and he didn't want to talk about it.

The trophy awarded by the school was left in the corner of the room to accumulate dust.

At the same moment, Yan Qiongfang excitedly put the first-class trophy of the piano competition that Qi Lele brought home in the small room at home specially prepared for him.

Qi Lele took a photo of the trophy and uploaded it to Weibo. As always, he received a lot of praise and admiration from netizens.

In addition to the rainbow fart, there were also several urges to him.

[Lele, when will you come back? 】

[Looking forward to the release of "Tang Yue Fengyun". 】

…

Since the filming of the variety show "Deformation Meter" last holiday, Qi Lele has no more works in public.

Qi Lele brushed these comments, her eyes dimmed.

In the past, Qi Hui did not support him in the entertainment industry, probably out of a father’s expectation of his children, but instead wanted him to study finance, and in the future, his son would inherit his father’s business and help manage Qi’s huge group assets.

So even though he has a lot of fans, he has never been able to get any good resources.

After learning that Qi Lele was not his own son, Qi Hui's attitude towards him changed.

In the end, he is a corporate boss who can make Qi bigger, and he is essentially a ruthless capitalist.

Now Qi Hui has changed his mouth and agreed to let Qi Lele enter the entertainment circle and can provide him with help.

But Qi Lele knew it very well.

Because Qi Linqing came back, his father no longer valued him.

Saturday the next day.

Qi Linqing asked the driver to drive him to Nanyuan Antique Street in City B.

The original owner’s brother-in-law Qiao Zhou opened an antique shop here.

Although he came from a wealthy family, Qiao Zhou has no ambitions. He usually likes to make tea tray jade. In his early thirties, he lived the old-age life of Xianyunyehe ahead of schedule, and he was also comfortable.

"Uncle." Qi Linqing stepped into the store slowly and saw the man sitting behind the counter at a glance.

Qiao Zhou half leaned on a soft chair, his head tilted, his face covered with an ancient book, and the corners of his mouth flowed out of suspicious silver wire.

"Uncle." He called again.

This time Qiao Zhou reacted, and immediately sat up straight and took off the book. But before he woke up, he slapped his mouth and said in a daze, "Hey, take your time, our shop is not bullied..."

Qi Linqing: "?"

He drew a napkin from the counter, handed it to Qiao Zhou, and said, "Wipe your saliva."

After Qiao Zhou woke up, he felt embarrassed, and took the paper towel to wipe his mouth. He looked up at this cheap nephew, "It's you."

To be honest, Qiao Zhou's impression of Qi Linqing is not very good. But after all, he was a relative, and he didn't refuse the other party's call to ask for help.

"Wait a minute." Qiao Zhou stood up and walked into the back room, saying: "All the things you asked me to buy have arrived."

Along with the ping-pong sound of turning boxes and cabinets, Qiao Zhou walked out holding a large cardboard box. He thumped the box on the ground, and stubbornly signaled Qi Linqing to come and take a look.

Qi Linqing knelt down and opened the box.

Qiao Zhou pointed and said: "Look, this is Suzhou raw silk, that is Huzhou Baiyun pen, Anhui She inkstone, and a few pots of high-quality soot ink."

Qi Linqing touched it, and the quality was really good. He nodded and asked, "How much does it cost?"

Qiao Zhou waved his hand and said, "No, you can just take it away. Anyway, there is not much money."

In fact, the price is not cheap, but it is not worth mentioning to their family.

Qi Linqing had a meal and whispered: "Thank you, uncle."

Qiao Zhou didn't understand why he suddenly wanted to buy the Four Treasures of the Study, and was about to ask-the wind chimes rang and the door was pushed open.

A visitor is here.

The young man came in with a black plastic bag and asked, "Boss, do you receive the goods here?"

"Come on, of course." Qiao Zhou stood up.

The young man took out two tattered and yellowed scrolls from his bag and placed them on the counter carefully.

"These are two works by Yuan Sihao, a painter from the Tang Dynasty. Look, my family's heirloom is true. This time, if my grandmother was seriously ill and needed medical expenses, I would never be willing to sell them..." He said, tears down, his eyes flushed. .

Qi Linqing was taken aback when he heard the words. The name is familiar to him.

Qiao Zhou lost interest when he heard it, but he still put on leather gloves, opened the painting, and took a magnifying glass to make a look.

Yuan Sihao is one of the most valuable historical painters in recent years. His works are rare. In 16 years, his "Jiang Fan Attic" was auctioned at a high price of over 8 million Hong Kong dollars in Hong Kong.

Qiao Zhou didn't believe that the real work of this big man would appear in his own small antique shop.

Qiao Zhou: "What is your psychological price?"

The young man immediately replied: "If you say less, it costs five million."

Qiao Zhou: "..." Why don't you kill pigs?

He quickly closed the drawing axis and pushed it over and said lightly: "Sorry, we won't accept it here."

Qiao Zhou used the jargon very tactfully, "not accepting" means that they are fakes.

The young man was a little anxious, and shouted: "You take a closer look! This is definitely the real thing..."

Qiao Zhou: "Go out and turn left and walk to the end. It is the most famous Guardian auction house in City B. Go slowly and don't give it away."

The youth's complexion changed slightly, and he whispered: "It's okay to sell it cheaper. My family is really desperate now, please, I can't just watch grandma go to death!"

Qiao Zhou's tone was perfunctory: "High imitations are worthless. I will pity you for two thousand dollars."

"Are you willing to buy two thousand dollars?" The young man followed his kindness.

Qiao Zhou: "...no." The fool was taken advantage of.

At this moment, Qi Linqing suddenly said: "I'm paying two thousand, are you willing to sell it to me?"

The young man nodded hurriedly, handed over the painting with both hands and said:

"Yes. Yes!"

"Don't buy it!" Qiao Zhou quickly dissuaded his nephew: "This is a fake! It's useless if you buy it!"

Qi Linqing took the painting and said, "It's okay."

It was a simple word, but it suddenly blocked Qiao Zhou's throat like a red wine bottle cork.

That's it. In front of the young man, Qiao Zhou couldn't say anything, so he could only think in a dull way, anyway, it was only two thousand yuan, and it was just a happy one.

Youth: "Support zfb and WeChat transfer."

Qi Linqing: "I only have cash."

Youth: "Ahem, cash will do."

Qi Linqing counted out twenty red banknotes from his schoolbag and handed them to the other party.

With money and money, the young man ran away, as if someone was chasing his life behind him.

Qiao Zhou said quietly: "Did you see it, this is a liar."

Qi Linqing smiled, "It's okay."

He opened one of the paintings again, rubbing his fingers with the familiar traces on it.

Qi Linqing didn't understand any ancient techniques. He bought them only because half of one of the paintings was renewed by himself.

Of course he can recognize his handwriting.

Qiao Zhou sighed and patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly:

"You stupid boy, you haven't seen the sinister society at all. If the other party said that your grandmother was seriously ill, you believed it? Really, next time you learn to be smart, don't believe it, it's all routines!"

"By the way, don't ask how I know." Qiao Zhou added.

Qi Linqing suddenly said, "Have you been deceived before?"

Qiao Zhou: "..."

It's better for the child to be stupid.

Because of being deceived last time, at least dozens of people came to Qiao Zhou to sell fake goods in the last six months, all using the same excuse. The seriously ill grandma has never changed, and she doesn't even bother to change to grandpa and grandma.

Qiao Zhou cursed inwardly: You always have a conscience. . )

It was not too late at this time, and Qi Linqing sorted out the contents of the box and prepared to go back.

"Is Yuan Sihao famous now?" He asked his own inner doubts.

Qiao Zhou laughed: "It's not just famous. His paintings are well-known all over the country. A painting costs several million."

The air seemed to freeze.

Qi Linqing looked down at the two ants crawling on the wooden floor with a complex expression.

Once he and Yuan Sihao were both best friends. They were both low-level painters who made a living by painting... When it was the hardest time, they moistened the brush for the woman in smoke, just in exchange for grain to help cook.

Yuan Sihao made no secret of his ambition and longed to be famous.

"One day, I will let the whole world compete for my work."

Thousands of years later, Yuan Sihao's dream came true.

What about his?

Qi Linqing wanted to ask Qiao Zhou if many people also knew Fu Yi.

But he opened his mouth and finally didn't ask anything.

Before leaving, Qi Linqing left Qiao Zhou with another painting as a reward for helping him buy things.

He and Yuan Sihao have known each other for many years, and of course they can recognize that this is the authenticity of the other party. From small strokes to large coloring, it undoubtedly does not highlight its familiar style.

Qiao Zhou was forced to accept his nephew's "kindness" after rejecting it to no avail, and put the painting aside.

The next day.

Tang Quan, an antique appraiser at the auction house next door, came to Qiaozhou's shop for tea.

Although Qiao Zhou has a knowledge of antiques and has countless eyes, he is better than his strong social skills and extensive contacts.

Had it not been for the help of friends, Qiao Zhou's antique shop would have gone bankrupt.

The two chatted for a long while, and Tang Quan came with interest, glanced around in his shop, and simply said:

"Have you received any new goods recently? I'll help you with your palms."

Tang Quan is sixty this year. He has been immersed in the antique industry for many years and has a vicious eye. If you want to invite him, the appreciation fee can be quite expensive.

Knowing that he was taking advantage again, Qiao Zhou sighed and said, "Forget it, what good things can I collect in this small shop? It's a waste of your energy."

"Don't belittle yourself." Tang Quan comforted: "You only caught two hundred pieces last year."

Qiao Zhou cried and said, "Isn't that enough? I'm almost losing my wife!"

If it were not for the subletting of the shop, Qiao Zhou would have escaped sadly from this place with his tail clipped.

"We're in this business. We will not open for three years. We will eat for three years." Tang Quan got up, paced back in the store, looking at the "antiques" on the racks of cabinets, and said: "In case you Just happened to miss a genuine item?"

Qiao Zhou said without hesitation: "Impossible!"

He was already completely despairing of his shit-like luck and vision.

"Wait, what is this?" Tang Quan picked up an old scroll on the cabinet shelf.

Qiao Zhou scratched his head, "A liar came again today, saying that this is Yuan Sihao's original work. My nephew does not listen to persuasion and has to buy it. After buying it, he has to give me a picture..."

Tang Quan took out a pair of reading glasses from his jacket pocket and put it on, slowly opened the scroll and looked at it.

After a few minutes.

Tang Quan started to tremble while holding the painted hand. He shouted: "Quick! Help me get the gloves!"

Qiao Zhou didn't know why, but seeing Tang Quan's three-point panic, seven-point shock and a little surprise in his eyes, he felt a little nervous, and hurriedly took the glove and handed it to the opponent.

Tang Quan: "Flashlight! Magnifying glass!"

Qiao Zhou took them one by one.

Then.

Qiao Zhou heard Tang Quan, a respectable old man, explode:

"Damn! This is the real work of Yuan Sihao!"