After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

Zhong Chen hung up Jiang Bai's phone, opened a "Tang Yue Fengyun" highlight video on Weibo, glanced at it, and quickly turned it off.

The comments below are stubbornly stubborn.

The junior high school students were also shocked when they saw the tidbits.

Is Qi Linqing's costume so beautiful? !

They were used to seeing each other's blonde hair in school before, and seeing each other with black hair and shoulder-length hair in a TV series, and fluttering in white, felt very fresh.

There was even a lively discussion about this on the campus wall.

[It’s amazing! I beg Qi Linqing not to wear school uniforms and get the ancient costumes semi-permanently tattooed on his body. 】

[Laughing to death hahahaha]

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[There are a lot fewer people hacking him online now]

[It was originally, he didn’t do anything injurious]

[[Repost] I just saw a comment. Some netizens did not believe that Qi Linqing could paint, and accused him of pulling the hips on this show]

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[Pull the person over and let him see with his own eyes Qi Linqing's certificate of honor for the Double Diploma of Chinese Painting and Calligraphy in our school's good news. 】

Countryside of z province.

This is the filming location of the first issue of "Deformation Meter".

Walking along the belly of the mountain by the stream, the river dries up as it goes upstream. Surrounded by several connected green fields, the outline of the mountains in the distance faded into darkness.

Several teenagers were pushing bicycles, laughing, shoving and cursing as they walked.

When he walked to the village, Zhang San saw Lou Wenyao coming out of the old woman of the Cai family again, and couldn't help muttering—sent:

"Ren Cai...Qi Linqing is gone, and he is still doing the show here, and he doesn't know who the show is for."

The companions next to him nodded in agreement.

Lou Wenyao and Qi Linqing were bamboo horses who grew up in the village next door.

However, the relationship between the two is somewhat subtle.

"Hey!" Zhang San called to the other party and said, "Have you watched Weibo? Qi Linqing has started acting in TV series."

Lou Wenyao was stunned-next, said: "...not yet."

He was just here-helping the old woman of the Cai family to beat the wheat in the yard.

Zhang San took out his mobile phone from his pocket, handed it to him and said:

"Look at it, this melon skin looks good now."

Lou Wenyao hesitated for a moment, then took it.

It is playing on the screen-a video of the drama behind the scenes.

Looking at the white-clothed boy in the picture, his heart seemed to be lightly pierced by a needle-down, not painful, but very uncomfortable.

In the past, Qi Linqing was considered the best-looking boy in his village.

But at that time he thought that he was studying hard and was admitted to university to get out of this mountain, perhaps only a few steps away from the other party.

But now, the distance of these steps has become an insurmountable moat.

There was a vague voice from Zhang San: "Didn't you have a good relationship before? Why have you never seen you two contact..."

Lou Wenyao said coldly: "It's up to you."

He turned around and left.

at the same time.

Qi family.

Qi Hui learned that his second son had also gone to the entertainment industry, and his entire popularity was speechless.

Qi Linqing really wouldn't worry about it.

He, how dare he!

Qi Hui is an old-school person and never supports his children to enter the entertainment industry.

Now he agrees that Qi Lele enters the circle because the other party is not his own.

In contrast, Yan Qiongfang was quite happy.

She thinks that when a child becomes a star, she gives herself a face.

"Isn't it a good thing for a child to be famous?" She smiled: "There are fewer people scolding him online now."

There is an entertainment subsidiary under the Qi Group.

As the chairman, Qi Hui certainly knows how chaotic this industry is.

Qi Hui black face: "Lele, I can rest assured, but Linqing, you don't know how easily that kid is affected by the environment."

What kind of group.p, sucking.d, if you catch a point, it will be ruined in this life.

Yan Qiongfang disagrees, "Lele has been in the circle for so many years, and nothing has happened."

The blue veins on Qi Hui's forehead jumped and couldn't help but increase the volume:

"That's not because we have our family behind to protect him!"

Yan Qiongfang: "Since you can protect Lele, why can't you protect Linqing? Don't tell me that you are partial! It's speechless, bad old man, stop talking to me."

Qi Hui stopped talking.

Who would have thought that Chairman Qi, who was in a shopping mall, was afraid of his wife?

But Yan Qiongfang heard that Qi Linqing wanted to enter the entertainment industry, and firstly called the little sister first.

"Hey, Mrs. Yan, congratulations first."

"Hey again-a son in the entertainment industry."

"Don't say anything else, your family's looks are really good. If the boss is not busy with the company, he will definitely be able to go to the film another day-a hit."

"Bring Linqing out for us to see you another day?"

"Okay, okay, rub mahjong next time-I will take him." Yan Qiongfang listened to the little sister's flattery, smiling from ear to ear.

After hanging up the phone, Yan Qiongfang hurried upstairs to find Qi Linqing.

She knocked gently on the door of the room.

After a while, the door opened.

The boy was wearing a black cotton pajamas with the buttons buttoned to the top.

Stepping on the feet-double gray striped cotton mopping.

Although the other party seems to have just woke up, his expression is still cold: "What's the matter?"

Yan Qiongfang took his hand and said with some excitement:

"Son, hurry up! Pack it up-now, Mom will take you to the mall to buy clothes!"

In Yan Qiongfang's view, it doesn't matter what his son's acting skills are bad. The important thing is that he must be at the forefront of fashion trends in appearance and not to shame the Qi family.

She is like this to Qi Lele.

Qi Linqing: "?"

…

Two hours later, Taiyin Commercial District in City B.

At that time, Qi Linqing didn't know that the entire mall was owned by the Qi Group.

He was arranged to sit in an ins-style high-end barber shop, ready to dye a linen brown black.

Because Yan Qiongfang said, "Son, your blond hair is too non-mainstream. People will talk about it in the future."

And after seeing Qi Linqing's costume in the tidbits, Yan Qiongfang also discovered that her son is obviously more suitable for dark black hair.

Qi Linqing's expression was a little dazed, "Can you dye it? The hairdresser I asked before said that my hair is too poor to dye."

Before Yan Qiongfang could speak, the barber wearing a V-neck silk T-shirt next to him interrupted and said:

"Oh, little handsome guy, that's the barber shop you asked about is not technically good! Just take care of it."

Qi Linqing was silent.

He thought of the barbershop he had just found on the street before, and the guests around him were all seven and eighty old men.

Cheap is very cheap.

I guess... the technology is not so good.

After dyeing his hair, the hairdresser praised him vigorously: "You are the most suitable black-haired customer I have ever seen!"

Even Yan Qiongfang was stunned-stunned.

Qi Linqing came to their home for the first time, with thick bangs covering his forehead and half of his eyebrows, and later he dyed blond hair.

She didn't feel much at that time.

But the other party dyed back black again and changed to a trendy hairstyle, only after Yan Qiongfang discovered how much he looked like her husband and eldest son.

Those big noses and big eyes are almost like they were carved out of a mold.

In contrast, Qi Lele and their family really don't have much similarities.

Yan Qiongfang sighed softly.

In fact, she had discovered this a long time ago, it's just that she didn't dare to admit it because of self-deception.

After all, of the two sons, she has the deepest affection for Qi Lele.

Then Yan Qiongfang took him to go shopping again, buying big bags and small bags-a lot of clothes.

Seeing Qi Linqing-terrified, I deeply understand the horror of women's desire to shop.

Until Yan Qiongfang did not hesitate to swipe her card again to buy a six-figure coat.

Qi Linqing finally couldn't help asking:

"Are these all for me?"

"Of course." Yan Qiongfang touched his head and laughed.

Qi Linqing's expression was a little lost, and he smacked his tongue inwardly.

With so much money, how many paintings does he have to paint before he can earn...

Poverty made him really want to tell Yan Qiongfang that it would be a waste to buy me so many clothes, it is better to discount it directly.

Yan Qiongfang seemed to see his thoughts and said slowly: "Your dad is thinking about your future, so he is very strict with you in terms of money. You are not allowed to return these clothes or sell them, I will send them The servant checks your wardrobe regularly."

Qi Linqing: "Okay."

He remembered the job advertisement he saw in the newspaper yesterday, and wondered if he might as well go to work another day to make money.

In fact, he only needs two clothes. You can wear it for a lifetime.

But if Yan Qiongfang knew his true thoughts, she would be shocked and pale.

These purchased clothes will be delivered to the door by the store staff.

Yan Qiongfang took Qi Linqing to eat a hot pot, and went back home.

On the way, she told Qi Linqing: "After you enter the entertainment industry, you must pay attention to dressing. Every day-the suit is not too heavy. It is the most basic. If the paparazzi photographs you, we don't have to say that our family is poor."

"If you don't know how to dress, ask Lele and let him teach you."

After hearing this, Qi Linqing frowned and said strangely: "Why should I enter the entertainment industry?"

Yan Qiongfang was also unbelievable that he actually asked this kind of question.

It is a fact that this kid wants to enter the entertainment industry.

"Don't you want to enter?"

Qi Linqing had a headache and said, "No, I don't want to."

How to explain that he went to make that TV show just to make money.

Yan Qiongfang: "???"

Qi Yingjun had long known that Qi Linqing participated in the filming of "Tang Yue Fengyun", and he was not too surprised after seeing the hot search.

He is currently reading about the painting he saw in Qi Lele's room, and he feels like a knot in his heart.

It happened that Qi Yingjun attended a business banquet that night, and happened to have the opportunity to talk to a big collector of antiques.

Fu Hexuan, the richest man on Hong Kong Island, prefers ancient calligraphy and painting.

Qi Yingjun heard the introduction and tentatively handed out his business card.

Fu Hexuan took it and placed it on the side, nodding slightly, "I know you."

Qi Yingjun was overjoyed and was about to speak.

Fu Hexuan turned around and talked with another chairman of the industrial group in Cantonese.

Qi Yingjun touched a soft nail and touched his nose, his expression a little awkward.

But he actually knew that he was not qualified. With Fu Hexuan's status, maybe his parents would get a little bit thin when they were there.

Qi Yingjun went around in the banquet, and finally found another antique lover, Ma Lao, and asked him what the painting on the photo came from.

Ma Lao opened his eyes as soon as he saw the photo, and subconsciously exclaimed:

"Could this be the complete authenticity of the long-lost "Ten Thousand Miles of Landscapes"??"

Qi Yingjun-confused, asked quickly: "What's the real thing?"

"No, right." Ma Lao shook his head again to deny: "This painting is too new, and there are obvious liquid stains on it, it should be an imitation."

At this time, other like-minded people in the audience gathered around to join in the fun after hearing the words of Ma Lao.

"Lao Ma, if you have good things, you must share them together."

"This painting is the name of Saint Fu Yi-come out, I won't be sleepy."

"Look, it's the photo given by this little friend." Old Ma pointed to Qi Yingjun.

Someone said: "Isn't the authenticity of "Ten Thousand Miles of Landscape" in the Forbidden City Museum?"

Ma Lao: "Yes, but if you take a closer look, this painting has completed the rest of the painting, and the details are quite realistic."

A few people-look, it really is.

Even Fu Hexuan was passively attracted, came over to look at the photo, and immediately asked Qi Yingjun with interest:

"So which master continued this painting?"

Qi Yingjun was silent.

Elder Ma and others thought he was selling off the hook, so they urged.

However, Qi Yingjun was so embarrassed that he cut his toe out of the three-room hall, feeling like he was shooting himself in the foot with a rock.

He really doesn't know!

Otherwise, how could he miss this opportunity to build a relationship with Fu Hexuan.

When everyone saw him, they didn't say anything, they were disappointed and scattered all around.

Seeing Fu Hexuan's back, Ma Lao said meaningfully: "Little friend Qi, you don't have to hide it, it's boring."

Qi Yingjun: "..."

Qi Yingjun-I couldn't help but ask Qi Lele what happened to Qi Lele's painting when I got home from get off work.

Qi Lele was heartbroken, and immediately forced herself to calm down.

He acted well, squeezing out a few tears and flushing his eyes is just a breeze.

"Brother, have you even started to dig through my things now?"-Coupled with this sentence of despair with a three-point hoarse and sad tone.

Like a king bomb.

Qi Yingjun was most afraid of Qi Lele crying since he was a child. Now he hurriedly coaxed: "No, no, I just saw it accidentally the last time I helped you with the necklace..."

Qi Lele choked twice before thinking.

He knows that Qi Yingjun can sit on the position of Qi's president at a young age, and he is by no means a fool.

at this point.

Even if the other party is fooled now, I am afraid that there will be a crack in their brotherhood in the future.

Qi Lele hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell the truth:

"Brother, I brought it back from Qi Linqing's study."

He was sure that Qi Yingjun would definitely stand on his side.

Qi Yingjun's pupils quake: "So, so this painting is really the one that Qi Linqing lost?"

Qi Lele: "Yeah."

This time it was Qi Yingjun's turn that he couldn't believe it.

He just asked Ma Lao and others, they, including Fu Hexuan, would be very interested in this painting.

Especially the phrase "Master".

How could this make him believe that the master Fu Hexuan said was his unpleasant younger brother? !

Qi Lele bit her lower lip and said, "I didn't mean to be brother. I didn't know what was going on at the time. I accidentally poured coffee on the painting... I was afraid that Linqing brother would be angry. gone."

"Is this really his painting?" Qi Yingjun confirmed again and again.

Qi Lele: "Should be... I saw paint brushes beside the painting. And didn't he always say that he painted it himself?"

Qi Yingjun's brain suddenly looked like a paste, completely messed up.

No, it's impossible!

He thought to himself, maybe Qi Linqing got it from elsewhere.

Thinking like this, Qi Yingjun immediately calmed down.

He whispered: "You shouldn't have taken it at that time, you should just say it."

Qi Lele said quietly: "I know..."

"But now that this is the case." Qi Yingjun said hesitantly: "Or you should tell him-sound, after all, you didn't mean it."

Qi Lele said in a faint voice: "Brother, do you think he would believe me not on purpose?"

Qi Yingjun-startled, even after thinking about it.

With that guy's character, 80% of them would distort the facts in front of their parents, and the blame will be on Le Letou later.

And regardless of whether this painting was painted by Qi Linqing, it must have considerable artistic value.

What to do when the other party blackmails?

"Then don't talk about it for now." Qi Yingjun said: "I'll figure out a way to see if I can find the author of this painting, so that he can paint another painting to Qi Linqing."

Qi Lele was stunned, "Brother, do you mean it was not painted by Qi Linqing?"

"Nonsense." Qi Yingjun glanced at him, "Can you believe his painting skills are so good?"

Qi Lele remembered the style of seeing the other party painting in the crew at that time, and was silent.

He really believes...

But he will not be so stupid to tell Qi Yingjun.

"Brother, shall we go out to eat this weekend?" Qi Lele suddenly said.

Qi Yingjun: "What? With whom?"

Qi Lele smiled, "Just us. It seems that we haven't been out to play like before in a long time."

Qi Yingjun subconsciously wanted to say yes.

Since Qi Lele entered the entertainment industry, their usual contacts have indeed been reduced.

The person Qi Lele talked about with open mouth became the fiancé Fu Hanri.

If he heard the news that he invited him on a date before, Qi Junjun thought that he would be very happy.

But now, Qi Yingjun is inexplicably not in that mood.

"I'm a bit busy lately, and I want to help you find out about painting... Or next time?" He tried to euphemistically.

Qi Lele: "Okay, then we will make an appointment next time."

"Um."

Qi Yingjun leaned on the spiral staircase and walked downstairs.

After a long while, he sighed, thinking what was going on.

He originally hated Qi Linqing, but now he is guilty of thinking of him.

Qi Junjun thought for a moment, then turned to the kitchen to warm up a cup of milk.

Aunt Wang is off work. This is the first time he has used a microwave oven himself.

As a result, three glasses were fried.

Qi Yingjun: "..."

But under his perseverance, the fourth cup finally succeeded.

He put the milk and small biscuits on the plate, carried them upstairs and knocked on Qi Linqing's door.

"What's the matter?" Qi Linqing poked out his head blankly.

"Uh." Qi Yingjun handed the wooden plate forward, and said, "I'm preparing a midnight snack for you."

Qi Linqing's affirmative tone: "You shouldn't have poisoned it anymore."

Qi Yingjun: "No!"

"Sorry, I don't eat supper."

With a bang, Qi Linqing closed the door.

Touched—Qi Yingjun, with a gray nose standing outside the door: "..."

He returned to the bedroom, thinking that he could not care about a child, so he simply ate the biscuit milk on the plate.

Then handsome Qi called the secretary:

"Check it for me, and I will send you the author of the painting by email."

The next day.

Ji Youguang hummed a small tune and walked into the office with a smile on his face carrying two bags of puffs.

Upon seeing this, Yi Chaoming and others joked:

"Yeah, what good things happened to Teacher Ji today?"

Ji Youguang raised his eyebrows triumphantly and sold it off first.

He stopped the student who had come to deliver the homework, handed out the puff and said, "Thank you, help send it to the table of Qi Linqing in Class 18."

Ji Youguang gave the students two bags of puffs.

Student—Looking at the logo on the bag, exclaimed: "Mr. Ji, this dessert shop has been waiting for a long time!"

Ji Youguang: "I'll give you another bag."

student:"!!"

"Thank you Teacher Ji!"

After the students left, Ji Youguang said slowly: "Last weekend, Qi Linqing called me and said that he would sign up for the Mocup City competition."

Yi Chaoming and others-they were stunned.

Is there such a good thing?

"Tanggula has also signed up this time. If anyone of them can win the prize this time, your special teacher evaluation will be stable this time." The female teacher couldn't help but say.

Yi Chaoming: "I heard that Tanggula's father is still a judge. If they both win the prize..."

The picture is so beautiful that I can hardly imagine it.

Ji Youguang grinned, "If this is the case, I will invite you to dinner! Feast!"

Female teacher: "It's not that I'm telling you jokers. I think it's a bit unsettled. There are too many students in City B Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and children from Tanggula's family background didn't even win a third prize last year."

"Hey, too."

Ji Youguang still had a bit of toothache when he thought of it.

The students from the art high schools in city B are amazing.

"But—" he turned around and said: "I believe in Qi Linqing."

After all, looking at the whole country, it is estimated that there is no second person who knows the lost painting skills.

The back row of the classroom is near the window, and there is a cool breeze.

The white gauze swaying in the wind reflected two gray shadows.

-A person lying on his stomach can only see a few dull hairs on the top of his head, and the other-a sharp profile.

Several whispers were faintly heard around, mixed with the sound of snapping pictures.

"Qi Linqing is really handsome after dyeing her black hair, **** me!"

"If he really wants to enter the entertainment industry, I declare that I will be his fan from today..."

Reading soon soon. Zhong Chen stretched and sat up.

He glanced at the bag of puffs on the same table, vaguely smelled the fragrance floating in the air, and moved his nose.

"Would you like to eat?"

-Holding the puff paper bag in one hand and passing it to him.

"I want...no, I don't want to. I don't want to!" Zhong Chen sat in a precarious manner.

"But I don't like sweets." The tablemate's expression seemed troubled and whispered: "Then just throw it away...or I will ask someone else."

Zhong Chen immediately turned his head and said, "Since you don't want to eat, I can help you solve it."

"That would be better." Qi Linqing gave him the puff.

Zhong Chen-bite down, unaware of the cream on his mouth.

His cheeks were full, and he said vaguely: "I...I don't particularly want to eat, I'm just worried about waste."

The corners of Qi Linqing's mouth curled up, and he quickly pressed it down.

"I know."

Zhong Chen: "It's good if you know."

After all, if the group of the original owner knows that his eldest brother is crazy about pink and sweets, how will he be a man in the future? ?

After the morning reading, the first section is chemistry class.

Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen both took out other books from their bags in a tacit understanding.

However, Qi Linqing held "Tonglu Discussing Painting", and Zhong Chen's book in his chemistry textbook was "Wen Xin Diao Long".

Qi Linqing pointed to the title page of the book, somewhat surprised: "Do you like this?"

Zhong Chen lied without blinking his eyes: "Yes, I have a cousin from a liberal arts college who taught me to learn from my childhood."

"It turned out to be like this." Qi Linqing suddenly lied to himself: "Me too. There used to be an old man in my village who taught me to paint."

Zhong Chen nodded, "I heard it slightly."

In this class, the two unexpectedly had a lively discussion because of the ancient books.

Qi Linqing discovered that although Zhong Chen was young, he had a deep understanding of the Four Books and the Five Classics, and his cultural level was quite high, which was seriously inconsistent with the appearance of a big brother.

And Zhong Chen also found that this deskmate was not only proficient in French painting, but also familiar with various ancient scriptures.

They had never met such a peer before.

Zhong Chen was quite pleasantly surprised,—the impression he had before he changed, he began to have some sympathy for Qi Linqing.

-From ancient times to modern times, Zhong Chen is actually quite lonely.

Although he keeps the speed of surfing the Internet in order to keep up with the times, it does not mean that he likes those messy things (such as Jinjiang, Ba Zong Literature).

What he really loves is traditional Chinese culture!

Zhong Chen thought surgingly.

And around, Luo Xing, who noticed the two of them all the way, asked Jiang Bai: "Do you think something is wrong?"

Jiang Bai grabbed his nails and said casually: "Where?"

Luo Xing: "Brother Zhong and Linqing Qi! They had a good chat."

Jiang Bai: "At the same table, chatting is normal."

Luo Xing: "But if you were you, would you dare to talk to Brother Zhong so unscrupulously?"

Jiang Bai: "I don't dare, but have you forgotten that Qi Linqing has a crush on Brother Zhong? He must be taking Brother Zhong."

Luo Xing thought it made sense, but still felt wrong.

It is known that Brother Zhong does not like Qi Lele anymore.

"You said... Would Brother Zhong like Qi Linqing too?" He whispered in Jiang Bai's ear.

Jiang Bai—Listen, you know that this brother has also been brainwashed by the head-knocking CP party on the hot search for "Heroes to Save the Beauty".

Jiang Bai: "Don't worry, it's impossible."

Luo Xing: "How to say?"

Jiang Baishen mysteriously said: "The latest first-hand news, the person Zhong Ge liked has passed away."

Luo Xing: "...?"

In the Chinese class, the teacher issued papers and announced that there was a composition quiz.

Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen both wrote styles they were familiar with.

After this period of adaptation, they are already proficient in using modern pen and simplified Chinese characters.

The composition is corrected in class.

The teacher changed, and suddenly his expression became distorted.

Why are there two texts in classical Chinese?

Moreover, at the level of her graduate degree in the Chinese Department of a prestigious university, she couldn't understand it.

She turned the paper over and looked at the names: Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen.

Good guys. The two grades count down.

The teacher was convinced that they didn't know where to copy it from, and he looked a little ugly.

These two students are from extraordinary backgrounds, she dare not say clearly, but can only express the Yin and Yang meaningfully:

"Some students, just write essays, don't rectify these plagiarized crooked ways. This has to be exchanged for the college entrance examination, and you all get zero points!"

Students in the audience: "???"

Luo Xing and Jiang Bai whispered:

"No, no, we were discovered by her that the composition was copied?"

"This smelly woman has really sharp eyes."

Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen didn't notice the students she alluded to.

The teacher looked at them, thinking that he was a student from Class 18. He was really thick-skinned.

She took photos of these two essays and sent them to the language group, thinking that I will take care of your messy atmosphere today!

There are a total of ten Chinese teachers in the second year of high school.

When she finds out the evidence, she has to teach them-stop!

Just thinking about it, the teacher stared at the phone chat screen, waiting for evidence to appear.

result-

【do not know. 】

【do not know. 】

[I just checked Baidu and there is nothing,]

[Have never seen anything similar. 】

【I do not know. 】

[This is written by a student? ? 】

[Good guy, who is it? ! It's again—Which student in the class? 】

[The current students are really amazing]

[I can't even write this kind of depth in classical Chinese]

Teacher: What's the matter? ?

"Qi Linqing, you come up here." The teacher looked at the black-dyed teenager, and his heart trembled.

She really has no resistance to this kind of appearance.

Qi Linqing stepped onto the podium in accordance with the words.

The teacher shook the paper, pretending to be serious: "You really wrote this? Don't lie in front of me."

Qi Linqing nodded: "Yes."

Teacher: "...I said don't lie."

The students below—look, suddenly booed.

Qi Linqing actually grabbed the package and copied it on the spot!

Qi Linqing thought for a while and said, "If you don't believe me, I will write to you on the spot?"

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