After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

In recent years, there has indeed been a phenomenon that the composition for the college entrance examination is in classical Chinese.

But the teacher doesn't believe that this will be written by Qi Linqing, the oldest one.

The teacher glanced at the boy and said: "Okay, you write, you write now in front of my face."

With such a good-looking face, why does his personality pretend to be bragging?

The teacher is really incredible. While thinking, she took a pen and paper from the podium and handed it to the other party.

"thanks."

Qi Linqing picked up the pen, bent down and wrote on the white paper carefully.

Occasionally, he would unconsciously write it in traditional Chinese, and then alter it after the reaction.

In less than ten minutes, he re-written a new article and handed it to the teacher, saying: "I'm done."

The teacher took it, and when he saw the classical Chinese text on it, his eyes were almost staring.

She hurriedly took another photo and sent it to the group. As a result, no one recognized it as before, and it could not be found on Baidu.

Seeing her expression, Qi Linqing seemed a little skeptical, and added:

"Teacher, I can continue to write to you, as many as you want."

teacher:"…"

? You won't be able to give it to me.

The students in the audience were confused. What's the matter?

They didn't even know that Qi Linqing wrote an article in classical Chinese.

Zhong Chen knows. He remembered the scene where he was discussing the wording with the other party just now, and he felt a little emotional. It turns out that there are people like this in modern times who love the traditional culture of the country.

His eyes moved to the black thermos cup on the side table.

There must be piping hot wolfberry chrysanthemum tea inside.

In this way, Qi Linqing really looks like an old cadre.

"Okay, you can go down." The teacher said embarrassedly.

Qi Linqing nodded, turned and walked back to his seat.

The teacher didn't call Zhong Chen up again to confirm.

She thought that these two classical Chinese essays were both written in the Qing Dynasty by Qi Lin.

The kid who won the first place in the calligraphy and French painting competition last time, even can speak classical Chinese.

The teacher shook his head and hit 100 on the composition score, thinking that this might be versatile.

After finishing all the essays, the teacher stood up and said: "The highest scores today are Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen."

students:"???"

The two penultimate ones in the class counterattacked the first, which can be called magic news of the year.

"But Zhong Chen classmate..." The teacher wanted to warn the other party not to copy the same table, but when he turned his eyes, he saw the Qinglong tattoo on the arm of the cold-faced teenager, and silently swallowed the words back.

Zhong Chen: "Huh?"

"Hahaha, it's okay, I can praise you for your writing." The teacher smiled awkwardly, turned around and hung two pieces of composition paper on the wall, and said: "Everyone can come and visit after class is over."

I heard that this second-generation student named Zhong Chen started a small group in Zhaoyang District.

It is common for people to fight and commit evil and to ruin the other's family.

Can't afford to provoke me yet can't hide?

Without waiting for the students to react, she ran away from the 18th class with the lesson plan on the bell after class.

The teacher didn't know that after she left, Zhong Chen, the school tyrant who was fierce and brutal in her eyes, took out the bear biscuits and a bottle of Wangzi's milk from her schoolbag, ate them with relish, and licked her fingers after eating.

Jiang Bai pushed Luo Xing next to him, wondering: "How come Brother Zhong likes to eat this kind of snack recently?"

Luo Xing: "Brother Zhong is also a human being, and Brother Zhong will be hungry too."

Jiang Bai: "It's not that I can't understand..."

But when he watched his eldest brother holding a bottle of Wangzai Cowboy drinking so happily, he always felt strange.

after class.

The students in the class immediately left their seats and walked to the wall to watch Zhong Chen and Qi Linqing's composition.

Turned out to be classical Chinese? !

They thought of what the Chinese teacher had asked Qi Linqing to rewrite just now, and then they reacted with hindsight.

"Fuck!"

So these two articles were written by Qi Linqing? ?

Before that, almost all the students in Class 18 thought that Qi Linqing was a scumbag.

Not only was it because of the countdown to the credit class test last time, but also Qi Linqing's class was like listening to the heavenly scriptures. The teacher asked him to answer questions. He was never right. There are many ridiculous jokes.

But it's different now.

Chinese painting and calligraphy, coupled with the skill of writing and writing, inexplicably cover Qi Linqing's body with a veil of mystery.

No one in the class dared to underestimate him.

They even carefully studied "Deformation Meter" to try to find out the clues of his previous family background.

The answer is: I can't find it.

But because of this, Qi Linqing is even more mysterious in the eyes of everyone.

"Have you seen a matryoshka doll?" Mao Xiujing turned to Jiang Bai.

Jiang Bai: "What?"

Mao Xiujing said deeply: "I feel Qi Linqing is like a Russian doll. Every time I open it, there is a new surprise, never ending."

Jiang Bai: "?"

Jiang Bai: "Da Baa, dolls are forbidden."

Although in the bottom of my heart, Jiang Bai also felt that Mao Xiujing's metaphor seemed quite appropriate.

…

As soon as the Chinese teacher went back, he told the whole office about it.

"You didn't see it. He said on the spot how calm and confident I am to write you another article. I never thought that this was an 18-year-old child. The classical Chinese writing he wrote, even I couldn't understand several things... She described.

Zeng Penghai was in the same office as her, and was surprised when he heard that.

Does Qi Linqing even write classical Chinese?

He couldn't help saying: "Are you sure he didn't copy it?"

Chinese teacher: "Old Zeng, I thought so at the beginning, until I asked the entire language group, no one knew. Where do you think he could copy? Could it be that he could have traveled through ancient times?"

Zeng Penghai: "..."

"Old Zeng, you found a treasure this time." Teacher Jiang from the class next door interrupted, "I know how to calligraphy and Chinese painting. I have such a strong cultural background."

"Yeah, if it weren't for the fact that he came from the countryside, now everyone would think he was a son from a family." Another male teacher half-joked.

Son?

Zeng Penghai shivered abruptly when he thought of the other side's non-mainstream blond hair comparable to a rapper.

Teacher Jiang: "By the way, the director just sent a group message saying that all class fees will be collected today. Old Zeng, you remember to go to the class later."

Zeng Penghai nodded, stood up and said, "I will go now."

He cleared the table, took the roster, and left.

As he walked, he couldn't help but wonder what to do with Qi Linqing's blond hair.

The dean is not human, and every time he sees it, he will deduct points for his class's appearance.

As a result, as soon as he stepped into the classroom door of Class 18, he saw Qi Linqing sitting there, reading a book quietly.

The color of the other party's hair has also changed, and the soft black hair slightly reflects the flax luster in the sun.

Zeng Penghai: "!!!"

He had to admit that, looking at it this way, the other party did indeed smell like a family prince.

Zeng Penghai hadn't noticed anything wrong before. But now compared with the group of skin monkey students in the class who are jumping around, playing with mobile phones and chewing snacks, Qi Linqing's quiet and calm temperament is very out of place.

"Don't make any noise!" Zeng Penghai coughed lightly and walked onto the podium.

His face is still there, and everyone in the class has curtailed a lot.

Zeng Penghai: "Come up, the life committee member, we have to collect class fees today, 800 yuan per person."

The voice just fell.

Someone immediately yelled below: "Old Zeng, I don't have cash. Do you support Alipay and WeChat?"

Zeng Penghai jumped with the blue veins on his forehead and took a deep breath:

"Yes, transfer to my account."

He has given up on confiscating the mobile phones of these wealthy young masters.

Anyway, if they have received ten, they can still buy a hundred more.

When Qi Linqing heard about paying the class fee, he subconsciously touched his trouser pocket, and only took out a five-yuan note.

He turned around and fumbled for a while in the middle of the schoolbag, and finally took out a handful of steel pewter and a few pieces of paper bills.

The distance of eight hundred yuan seems to be far away.

Suddenly, Qi Linqing regretted that when he got the director's reward, he spent all of his money on buying painting utensils.

Zhong Chen glanced at him, "You didn't bring money?"

Qi Linqing honestly said, "No, I have no money."

Zhong Chen: "..."

Is the Qi family too stingy to him? Not even a mere 800 yuan.

"I'll pay for you first." Zhong Chen counted eight hundred out of his wallet and handed it to him.

Qi Linqing hesitated to take it, and asked, "Would you like to write an IOU or something?"

Zhong Chen: "No, you don't have to return it to me."

"How can it work?" Qi Linqing said as he wanted to return the money to him.

Zhong Chen turned his head and looked at the teenager beside him, wondering why he wanted to laugh a little.

How could there be such a nerd, don't even give away money.

Zhong Chen smiled and put on an upright look, and said solemnly: "Are we friends?"

Qi Linqing was taken aback for a moment, "Yes. Of course."

When discussing ancient books with Zhong Chen a long time ago, he regarded each other as a friend.

Zhong Chen stood up, and walked outside and said, "Since you are a friend, keep it."

Qi Linqing wanted to say something more, Zhong Chen seemed to have eyes behind his back, and then added:

"If you don't accept it, you just didn't treat me as a friend."

Qi Linqing: "..."

What Zhong Chen said was familiar.

Qi Linqing frowned and quickly let go, his eyes stained with a smile.

He remembered.

My little apprentice once said something similar.

At that time, he was poorer than he is now. He didn't have half a copper coin in his pocket, and he even owed a lot of foreign debts.

I couldn't burn coal for fire in winter, and I got frostbite on my hands. I went to the street to buy a bowl of clear soup noodles on credit. The hot temperature made my palms itchy and painful.

The little apprentice bought him Tang Po, and every time he went to class, he ordered his servant to heat the house. Knowing that his bag was empty, he always put two plates of pastries and a bowl of red oil on the table, saying that they were snacks, but they were actually preparing food for him to satisfy his hunger.

After class is over, the little apprentice has to wrap a bag of pasta and pastries in greased paper and ask him to take it home.

He is thin-skinned and always refuses in every possible way.

The little apprentice leaned on his hips and yelled: "If you don't accept the master, you just didn't treat me as an apprentice!"

Finally, he was forced to take them all home. Also let him not suffer from stomach cramps in the middle of the night when he was hungry on that hard winter day.

Recalling this, his heart was inexplicably illuminated by a blazing stove, warm and warm.

This school bully is not as unbearable as it is written in the novel.

Suddenly Qi Linqing could understand why the original owner liked the other party.

At the same time, the Qi Group Building.

In this gold-inch-earth and drunken city, its towering towers have become the iconic buildings of City B. In this era that is as sharp as a dagger, the CAB business district around it has delicious takeaways that can be ordered in turn for a whole decade.

Men and women dressed in suits and OL professional attire hold coffee and shuttle between them, as small as nails.

The secretary handed over a piece of information, bowed at a standard 90°, and respectfully said: "President Qi, this is the result report of you asking me to investigate the author of that painting."

"Okay." Qi Yingjun nodded slightly.

The secretary notified and immediately opened the door to leave.

But a moment later, she was called back by the president.

President Qi squeezed the report into a ball, his face gloomy like mist in a rainy day.

"What's the matter?! Why can't you find the author?"

The secretary was taken aback, and quickly explained: "President Qi, the high probability that the reason can't be found is..."

"...This person may not be famous," she said with difficulty.

The news resembled Qi Junjun’s head buzzing as a train of Harmony driving at a speed of 200km/h, making him dazed.

Money is not always everything.

If there is no author, and there is no exactly the same painting, how can he explain to his two younger brothers?

After school.

Qi Linqing carried his schoolbag and walked to the school gate to wait for the driver.

Qi Linqing was called by Ji Youguang just now to deal with the registration matters. The urban preliminary competition will be tomorrow, and the school will send a bus to take them uniformly.

He looked at the registration form and the competition leaflet, only to realize that the brush can only be won by winning the second prize of the national competition.

At that time, he couldn't help feeling a little nervous. I heard that this country has a total of 1.4 billion people. In my previous life, I was just an impoverished painter who borrowed and was unknown. Can I really stand out among so many people and win prizes?

However, Ji Youguang said that the age limit for the youth contestants of the Ink Cup has always been under 20.

This allowed Qi Linqing to regain his confidence.

No matter how unfavourable he was in his previous life, he was a professional painter who made a living by selling paintings, so he would not lose out to this group of young people.

After waiting for a long time, Qi Linqing still did not wait for the familiar long black car.

He took out his cell phone and wanted to call the driver.

There was a sudden commotion around.

Qi Linqing raised his head and saw a group of girls pointing at the weird green car in front of the school:

"It's so cool!"

"This is a Lamborghini limited edition sports car, right?"

"The guy sitting inside is so handsome!"

"Oh my God, he came out, and he was still wearing a suit. It was entirely my sniper orientation."

Qi Linqing took a closer look and found that the short man who got out of the car was Qi Yingjun.

He withdrew his gaze, thinking that maybe the other party was here to pick up Qi Lele from get out of class.

He continued to call the driver.

At this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out in front of him to press his screen off.

Qi Linqing: "?"

Qi Yingjun, who stood in front of him, had an unnatural expression:

"Don't ask the driver, I will pick you up from school today."

Qi Linqing: "???"

Qi Yingjun took the initiative to pull down his schoolbag, carried it on one shoulder, and then took Qi Linqing's wrist and walked towards the sports car.

Before Qi Linqing could say no, he was unquestionably stuffed into the passenger seat.

"Do you like it?" Qi Yingjun asked him, pointing to the luxurious and high-tech center console in the car.

Qi Linqing: "Uh..." Forgive him for not being able to appreciate it.

Before he could answer, Qi Yingjun said to himself:

"Didn't you say that you want this car? How about I give it to you when you graduate and take the driver's license?"

When he said it, Qi Yingjun still had a trace of heartache.

This is his top car, limited to ten in the world.

If it weren't for that **** painting, he would never give it to Qi Linqing.

"No need." Qi Linqing looked down at the time and said, "Can you take me home quickly?"

Qi Yingjun couldn't believe it, and stretched out his hand to break the other's shoulder, "No, this is Lamborghini..."

The sports car you wanted most before!

Qi Linqing slapped his hand in disgust, "Sorry, I am not interested in chickens."

Qi Yingjun: "..."

He wanted to wait for the other party to accept the gift, and then slowly explore the painting.

Unexpectedly, he would die before he was appointed as a teacher.

Plan A, die.

After school, Qi Lele stood on the side of the road and waited for the nanny car to pick him up.

He recently devoted himself to the shooting of "Tang Yue Fengyun", and hurried to the crew after class every day.

"Hey, Lele, isn't that your brother?" The classmate who I know every day suddenly patted him on the shoulder.

"Um?"

Qi Lele was surprised, and followed the direction of the classmate’s fingers—

The man who walked out of the green sports car is really handsome.

He watched Qi Yingjun walk over to pick up Qi Linqing, and also helped him carry his schoolbag.

Classmate: "Your brother is so kind to Qi Linqing, why never see him come to pick you up?"

Qi Lele was silent.

He wanted to say that it was because there was a driver at home to pick him up, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed abruptly.

In a few minutes, the nanny car arrived.

Qi Lele pulled the car door and found that there were other artists sitting in the car.

The agent explained embarrassingly: "I ran into the itinerary, time is too tight, and the company's car is too late to pick up and drop off..."

"It's okay." Qi Lele smiled.

"It's fine if you don't mind," the agent turned to praise the artist: "Look, I'll just say that we are happy, generous and kind."

Qi Lele fastened his seat belt, and his expression was swallowed by the dark shadow projected on the roof.

Qi Lele did not go home that night.

Qi Hui, Yan Qiongfang, Qi Yingjun and Qi Linqing had a simple meal.

Because of the embarrassing incident last time, seafood rarely appeared on the Qi family's dinner table.

Yan Qiongfang was busy picking up vegetables for his two sons, and said: "We are going to grandpa's house this weekend. His old man has his 80th birthday."

Qi Linqing buried himself in the food, as if he hadn't heard of it.

He knew that this grandfather didn't like the original owner, and he didn't bother to come and ask him to be uncomfortable.

He figured that even if he went there, he would be able to drive off halfway.

Qi Yingjun's expression seemed to be frozen by glue.

Grandpa's 80th birthday, he must prepare gifts.

And what are the three favorite things of the waivers who have retired for many years?

Listening to tunes, traditional Chinese painting, literary play.

He couldn't help but think of the painting that was accidentally destroyed by Qi Lele, and his heart was overwhelming.

Isn't this the gift that Qi Linqing originally intended to give to grandpa...

A strong sense of guilt and shame overthrew him like a tide.

"Much... Eat more." He could only turn this mood into action, and began to desperately give Qi Linqing some food.

Qi Linqing's bowl quickly piled up into a hill.

Qi Linqing: "..."

Qi Hui and Yan Qiongfang looked at each other, thinking about what happened today.

Isn't handsome before that Linqing hates Linqing the most?

But... this is also a good thing.

Qi Hui said: "You should be like this, brothers and friends respectfully, support each other, and you can go further in the future."

He was obviously satisfied with it.

Yan Qiongfang also nodded in agreement: "Yes, handsome, you will love Linqing more as your brother, you know?"

Qi Yingjun: "Okay."

After eating, Qi Yingjun knocked on his door and took out a lot of lottery tickets and two bags of luxury clothes.

"What else do you like? Tell me, my brother will buy it for you." Qi Yingjun smiled.

Qi Linqing has a great alarm in his heart.

Nothing is courteous, and if you do not commit crimes you will steal.

The elder brother in the book has no affection for the original owner from beginning to end, and he was still in trouble after the original owner committed suicide.

Qi Linqing thought, he should know who is stealing his paintings.

Qi Linqing's strength to squeeze the doorknob has unconsciously increased a bit.

"I don't want these." He said coldly: "I just want to get back the painting I lost."

The smile on Qi Yingjun's face gradually disappeared.

He loosened his hand, and the lottery ticket fell all over the floor like a goddess.

Qi Linqing had no expression on his face, thinking that it was so.

Under the gaze of his own brother, Qi Yingjun, for the first time in his life, had the thought of running away.

"No... I didn't steal it," he stammered.

Qi Linqing: "That's what Qi Lele stole."

Qi Yingjun: "..."

Qi Linqing: "Do you know where the painting is?"

"I know." Qi Yingjun swallowed, so embarrassed that he can't wait to find a hole in it.

This is the end of the matter, I am afraid there is no room for maneuver.

He broke the jar and said:

"I'm going to help you get it back now."

Qi Linqing breathed a sigh of relief. It would be nice to get it back.

As a result, the painting that Qi Yingjun took back was ruined by a large dark brown stain.

Qi Linqing was silent for a long time.

Qi Yingjun was frightened: "Well...Would you like me to pay you? You say the number, how much is it?"

"Forget it." Qi Linqing sighed, put the painting away and said: "There is still room for salvation."

"Fortunately, I found it early, and the stain on it hasn't dried up yet. I soak it in boiling water, wash it, peel it off, and then make up the color."

Qi Yingjun was stunned by it, and he didn't know that Qi Linqing could still do this craft.

He later realized that he seemed to know too little about this younger brother.

But the sentence found early... made him think deeply.

If Qi Lele kept hiding it and didn't return the painting to Qi Linqing, wouldn't the painting really be ruined?

For the first time in his life, Qi Yingjun felt a bit of a knot in Qi Lele's heart.

He was guilty, "I'm sorry..."

"Let me." Qi Linqing pushed him away and walked into the study holding the painting.

Qi Yingjun watched the boy's back disappear at the end of the corridor, feeling mixed.

late at night.

After finishing the painting, Qi Linqing used a hair dryer awkwardly to dry it.

This time, he grew eager and didn't leave it in the study.

He thought about it, and simply took the painting back to his bedroom and put it on the bedside.

This night, accompanied by the faint Mo fragrance, he slept very sweetly.

...

...

After school the next day, Qi Linqing asked Du Yuanbai to go to a second-hand bookstore.

The bookstore is hidden in a remote pedestrian street, and the afterglow of dusk cuts two distinct black and white lines diagonally on the brick wall filled with small advertisements.

The strange smell of stinky tofu and snail powder mixed in the air.

Du Yuanbai was really puzzled, "Where did you find so many weird places?"

Qi Linqing: "Newspaper."

Du Yuanbai: "..."

You deserve it.

Qi Linqing came to this bookstore to search for some ancient books in traditional Chinese, which is easy to read.

Besides, he is now shy in his pocket, and it is estimated that he can only afford second-hand books.

Du Yuanbai was not interested at all of these shattered books sold on the catty, squatting at the door in a daze, wondering how to persuade Qi Linqing to wait and go to a nearby bowl of snail powder to scent.

However, Qi Linqing stood in front of rows of wooden shelves earnestly searching for his favorite books.

There is a book called "Those Things in Tang Dynasty".

Although it was in simplified characters and the cover was colorful, Qi Linqing still pulled it out.

After traveling for so long, he has never deliberately learned about the era in which he once lived.

How old was he in 708 AD? Twenty years old, just reaching the championship.

The emperor was called Tang Taizong.

He Wenhao and Yuan Sihao in the list of celebrities are all people he knows.

Qi Linqing's gaze continued to move downward.

[Liang Luoduan, 692~720 AD. Famous emperor of the Tang Dynasty, outstanding Taoist, politician...]

Suddenly Qi Linqing felt dry in his throat and stared at the yellowed page in a daze.

In his previous life, he was hired as a painter by the Liang family of the Jingbian family, and had a short-term mentorship with his son Liang Luoduan for a few months. At that time, he felt that this little apprentice had a very high level of savvy, and he would definitely accomplish something in the future.

Sure enough, the other party became an emperor and left his name forever.

"A Duan is promising..." Qi Linqing murmured in a low voice.

He continued to turn the page.

【Although the Emperor Liang had a smooth official journey in his life, he was loved by the emperor, and he was in a high rank at a young age... But it is rumored that he has the addiction of Longyang (homosexuality)! He never married until he died! 】

Qi Linqing: "?"

How could his little apprentice be Long Yang?

fake! all fake. This book must be made up! The author does not know what happened in history...

Angrily, Linqing continued to turn the page.

[According to the records of unofficial history, the emperor even wanted to introduce male subjects to Emperor Liang, but was rejected by Liang Luoduan. His original words were that he had been obsessed with his master for many years, and he later passed away, so he would no longer fall in love with other people... ps: This is an infatuated man who is a living widow for his master]

Qi Linqing: "???"

Does his little apprentice have other masters besides himself?

The veins in his hand holding the pages of the book were exposed.

Do not! Calm down, Qi Linqing warned himself again, it was all an illusion!

He walked two steps forward, and finally saw another book called "Those Love History that Emperor Liang Luoduan Has to Say".

Qi Linqing grabbed it immediately, and weighed it in his hand.

Where is so much love history? Can write so thick?

Look at the introduction:

He, unknown, is Liang Luoduan's master who died young and young.

He came from a family, and later became a supreme emperor.

They are in disparate status, and there shouldn't be fateful communication.

But they are in love, is it God's will? Or is it another tease by the Buddha?

Faced with the taboos of the Tang Dynasty's mentor and apprentice at the time, how would he break away from the worldly vision and find true love?

Welcome to the large-scale ancient BL derivative series "The Love History that Emperor Liang Luoduan Has to Say".

Production department: Jinjiang Literature City.

He turned the book over and saw the author's name, Sagawagawa.

Qi Linqing had a dark face.

Okay, Sagawa, I remember you.

The author has something to say: the clip on the 8th, the 7th does not change, move to the 8th to explode.