After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

Finish class.

Qi Linqing went to the art office.

The teachers raised their heads to look at him.

Especially the female teacher, her eyes brightened.

Qi Linqing returned the breakfast to Ji Youguang.

Ji Youguang didn't pick up the bag, and said with grief:

"Student Qi, do you really stop thinking about it? With your strength, you can definitely win a prize in the city competition..."

Qi Linqing: "Sorry."

He has to go home to paint.

Ji Youguang's mood is hard to describe. He finally knew why the other party Mingkong had a hand-written French painting technique, but it was slandered by netizens as a waste of nothing.

This kid doesn't want to express himself at all!

Ji Youguang sighed and could only say: "If you change your mind someday, you can come to me before the deadline for registration in mid-April."

Qi Linqing nodded politely, turned and closed the door, and left the office.

After he left.

The brown-haired man quipped Ji Youguang: "Teacher Ji, you also have today."

You must know that Ji Youguang always pretended to be cold when treating students.

Yi Chaoming and the female teacher also felt that his attitude towards Qi Linqing seemed too humble.

Give breakfast to students?

People who don’t know thought he had a crush on each other.

Ji Youguang snorted coldly and said, "You don't understand Chinese painting, of course you don't know how talented that kid is."

Yi Chaoming disagrees, "How old is he?"

No matter how genius is, genius can't go anywhere.

Ji Youguang: "The brushwork in his last painting shows that North Korea has been lost, maybe even the professor in my university can't."

Because the professor of the Department of Traditional Chinese Painting at Ji Youguang University is not only famous, but also happens to be the father of Tanggula, a student in Class 5. All three teachers present have heard of it.

At this moment, they were stunned when they heard these words.

Regardless of whether the words are true or false, but compare a high school student with a well-known Chinese painting professor for many years...

Is Ji Youguang crazy?

It was the weekend again in a flash.

Jiang Bai sent a message to his eldest brother as usual:

[Bar Club Heaven and Earth Foot Washing Shop, Brother Zhong, which one do you plan to be lucky with today? 】

Zhong Chen: […]

Jiang Bai saw this line of ellipsis.

[Do you think these activities are too boring? ] He asked cautiously.

Zhong Chen: [I have something to do today. 】

Jiang Bai breathed a sigh of relief: [Okay, then don't bother Brother Zhong]

…

In the afternoon, the Forbidden City of City B.

As an iconic attraction of the city, the Forbidden City has many visitors every day. The magnificent Meridian Square, the red walls and golden tiles, each brick and one thing all reveal the rich historical charm.

Many foreigners were shocked by this magnificent Luan Liu palace and took out their cameras to take pictures.

Zhong Chen glanced at random, then stepped into the museum casually.

Humans are all visual animals. When the staff saw such a good-looking young tourist, they immediately introduced him to the historical background of each exhibit very diligently.

The teenager is an excellent listener, nodding in agreement from time to time, which arouses her desire to tell.

Just when the staff was talking dryly, she suddenly saw the young man crossing over to the center of the exhibition hall.

Under the bright spotlight, this three-foot-long scroll exhibit seems to exude some mysterious and attractive qualities.

Almost every visitor passing by it will stop and look at it for a while.

The boy stood in front of the explosion-proof glass, gently stretched out his hand, as if stroking his lover's face in the air.

The staff came over and said: "This is the treasure of the town hall of our Palace Museum, "Ten Thousand Miles of Landscapes"."

"It is the unfinished legacy of Tang Dynasty painting Saint Fu Yi."

Staff: "Fu Yiduo is famous, so I don't need to talk about it, right?"

Just as Zhong Chen was about to nod his head, he saw a group of aunts holding small flags crowded around, and the bright yellow cultural t-shirts on him were particularly eye-catching.

They circled the "Ten Thousand Miles of Landscapes" and kept snapping pictures. Not only that, but also let the companions take half-length photos of each other standing in front of the exhibits.

Zhong Chen: "..."

"Girl, who is Fu Yi you just mentioned?" One of the aunts turned around and asked.

The staff replied: "He was a famous painter in the Tang Dynasty, and he was called a saint in history. However, because of the embarrassment and frustration of Fu Yi's life, he died at the age of 23."

"This baby is really pitiful."

"Why don't we take more photos? Painting Saint sounds like Ge."

The aunts whispered.

Zhong Chen frowned. He hated places with many people, and subconsciously wanted to stay away from here.

But he looked at the painting in front of him, and in the end he didn't move even half a step.

at the same time.

Jiang Bai was lying in a room with the air-conditioning turned on, eating watermelon and brushing his circle of friends.

Then he swiped a photo of auntie from afar to visit B city to visit the Jiugongge of the Forbidden City.

Jiang Bai had a good relationship with his cousin when he was playing in the countryside when he was young.

He was about to like it when he suddenly saw a familiar figure in the photo.

Zooming in, the handsome young man has a cold profile face and a blue dragon tattoo on his arm.

Jiang Bai was stupid.

One by one, the question marks flew out of the skylight.

Isn't this, this is Brother Zhong?

So what he said was that he was obviously a native of City B, but wasted a great weekend to visit the Palace Museum? ?

In the evening, the study room on the second floor of Qi's house.

Qi Linqing finally made the last stroke on the painting silk and sealed the title.

He looked tired, as if exhausted a lot of energy. Then he picked up the thermos cup beside the table, unscrewed the lid, and drank the cold wolfberry chrysanthemum tea.

This unfinished posthumous work "Ten Thousand Miles of Landscapes" is now finally complete.

Qi Linqing stared down at this painting, as if crossing time and space, thinking of many things in the past.

His obsession with completing this painting comes from his little apprentice.

The little apprentice has been weak and weak since the mother's womb, and can't get out far.

He was going to leave and go out.

In the early cold rainy night, under the peach blossom tree, the little apprentice took his hand and coughed and said:

"Master...I want to go too."

Qi Linqing guessed that the little apprentice should yearn for the outside world very much.

He promised to write down the landscape and scenery he saw in his eyes with a brush, and send it to the little apprentice as an adult gift.

He is a man who does what he says.

But in the end, he died because of malaria and failed to keep his promise.

Qi Linqing restrained the expression in his eyes, bent down and put the painting silk on the ground, waiting for the remaining ink on it to dry slowly.

He smoothed the folds in the corners of the painted silk and sighed softly.

After finishing painting it with great difficulty, the person watching the painting is no longer there.

I don't know where the little apprentice is now? He thought melancholy, after a thousand years have passed, it has probably turned into a handful of bones, resting in the ground.