After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

Yan Xiang went to find Yan Qiongfang that night.

He knows that Qi's family is now letting Qi Linqing attend the International Middle School in City B, and is planning to send the child to study abroad in the future.

If he didn't discover the other party's talent for traditional Chinese painting, perhaps Qi Linqing would study finance and business management, and after graduation, he would join the group like Qi Yingjun.

But the situation is different now.

Yan Xiang heard from Qi Linqing himself that he himself likes Chinese painting very much.

Yan Xiang told her daughter, "You should let him continue to study Chinese painting and apply for the University of Fine Arts. It's good for me to see beauty clearly."

Yan Qiongfang was dumbfounded, but he didn't expect that the old man would care about Qi Linqing again.

She thinks what Yan Xiang said is very reasonable, since children have this talent, they should really be nurtured.

but.

Yan Qiongfang looked hesitant, "I might have to ask the child his dad."

The Qi family has always followed her on small matters, and Qi Hui decides on major matters.

Last year, Qi Lele said that he wanted to learn acting and apply for Beijing Film.

At that time, Yan Qiongfang agreed, and she herself hoped that her children would be more famous in the entertainment circle, so that she would have a face.

But it was rejected by Qi Hui.

Yan Xiang snorted coldly, "If he dares to refuse, I will let my students in the army fly a helicopter overnight to pick up Linqing."

Yan Qiongfang was startled, didn't the old man hate using personal relationships the most before?

Yan Xiang: "If Qi Hui doesn’t want to pay the tuition, it’s okay, I’ll do it. I can pay for Linqing’s living expenses, pocket money, and even his marriage room in the future. I just want him not to worry about money. Draw well and walk further here."

He calculated most of the obstacles he might encounter in advance.

Yan Qiongfang grinned reluctantly and said, "It's not like... Qi Hui is not like this kind of person."

Yan Xiang blew his beard and stared, "You know again? Why didn't you talk when he almost cheated on the secretary?"

Yan Qiongfang suddenly became dumb. She couldn't refute the old man, so she had to go to Qi Hui to discuss the matter.

Qi Hui didn't even think about it, and said angrily:

"Who does your dad think of me? How could I deduct Linqing's tuition?!"

Yan Qiongfang: "Then do you agree to learn painting in Linqing?"

Qi Hui was silent.

To be honest, he didn't want to.

In his thinking and concepts, learning art is just for fun, and there will be no great prospects.

Although the eldest son will support the group in the future, he has long seen that the eldest son does not like Qi Linqing.

Qi Yingjun is too spoiled. As a result, Qi Hui had the illusion that after he left in the future, this son would even hand over the family business to the other party.

What should Qi Linqing do at that time? Even if he inherits a large amount of property, he does not have the ability to hold this wealth, and sooner or later he will be dispersed.

The old man said so nicely, but after all he is old, who can support Qi Linqing when he is gone?

There is no permanent backer in this world.

In Qi Hui's plan, he still wants this child to study finance, slowly accumulate skills and become independent.

"Let's look again." Qi Hui said vaguely: "He is only sophomore in high school. It's still too early to think about this."

What more Yan Qiongfang wanted to say.

Qi Hui: "Linqing just won a prize in the city competition. If he can win the provincial competition, or even the national competition, I will immediately invite the best teacher to let him learn art."

Yan Qiongfang: "...Okay then."

In the final analysis, she also feels that the child's talent for Chinese painting is not as exaggerated as the old man said.

In the afternoon of the next day, the Qi family were ready to return to City B.

Before leaving, Yan Xiang stuffed Qi Linqing with a paper bag and said lightly: "Some things you might use, please open them later."

Qi Linqing still wanted to refuse, but he was unquestionably stuffed into the car with his bag.

Yan Qiongfang and Qi Yingjun looked a little embarrassed. It was too obvious who made Yan Xiang eccentric. He only gave Qi Linqing gifts in front of so many people, and didn't see him prepare anything for Qi Lele.

But Qi Lele had a cheerful expression and didn't seem to care.

Waited for the car.

When Qi Linqing opened the bag, he was startled when he saw several long boxes with delicate packaging inside.

Gold product pure sheep's hair, Laizhou Li Zhenhua brand Sanzhuo wolf's hair, banquet Haiqinghe Zihao...

These are very expensive brushes-he saw it when he visited the store last time. Although he was happy with Lie, he was too embarrassed to afford it.

There are ink sticks stored in the original box, a hard card and sticky notes at the bottom of the bag.

Qi Linqing picked up the card, saw the sign of Jianshe Bank, and immediately guessed that it should be the bank card that people often say.

On the paper, there are a few powerful characters written in the dragon, flying and phoenix: the password is your birthday, take it to buy some good paper, milk and fruit, don't treat yourself badly.

Qi Linqing looked at this line for a long time, feeling a little moved in his heart.

Inexplicably, he felt a trance of not knowing where he was today, and he subconsciously thought of his grandfather.

His grandfather used to be a court painter, but for some reason, he lived in seclusion in the country and raised him by running a pen.

Every time Grandpa also gave him a string of copper plates, and asked him to go to the market to buy delicious food, and by the way, he bought a few more cooked documents and went home.

...

A few days later, Qi Linqing would get up early every day to grind and paint.

This is the basic skill of a painter.

When folk painting workers teach apprentices, they always develop a pool of ink in the morning and prepare to use it in creation. This is not so much grinding, but rather researching people. Long-term exercise of wrist strength and elbow is very helpful for painting.

Qi Linqing was using the good ink given by Master Yan to grind it slowly and lightly. The water soaked the ink on the side of the inkstone to become softer, and then suddenly accelerated, the ink would easily become thick without any scum.

Although he didn't know the exact value of this piece of ink, from its delicate and moisturizing touch, and its purple light, it can be seen that it should be expensive in terms of "washing gold" and "filling green".

After Qi Linqing finished studying the ink, he added paint to the plate, and then began to paint.

The one he is still painting for the owner of Taobao has now entered the final stage and is expected to be delivered tonight.

But apart from this short-lived owner, no one has ever photographed his high-priced links since then.

Yesterday the boss called him and said about it.

"I think you may not be suitable for this custom painting route. The current Taobao people don't know how to appreciate it. It's an insult to your talent."

Qi Linqing: "?"

I don't quite understand it.

Boss: "I have a friend who runs a live broadcast studio and is now recruiting anchors. Would you like to try it?"

In fact, that friend learned that Qi Linqing was actually working part-time in his little broken Taobao shop and asked him to introduce him to him.

After all, Qi Linqing is quite popular online. Although it is a kind of "black and red" fire, it also has a certain fan base. If he is willing to show his face, the number of online viewers will definitely not be small.

Qi Linqing: "Anchor? What does that mean."

The boss explained: "It is to broadcast the process of your painting to Douyin, and at the same time you can teach some Chinese painting skills to everyone. Netizens who watch your live broadcast will give you a reward, and you will have a small amount of money."

Qi Linqing felt that this sounded good, so he agreed. Although he feels that he is limited. But compared to making money alone, live broadcast sounds like it has the role of promoting Chinese painting.

It's just that he didn't agree to show his face because he didn't want to reveal his identity.

It will inevitably be a hassle to wait for the Qi family or Old Yan to know that they are making money live online.

The boss had to pass these words to his friends.

Friend: "...he wants to follow the technology stream?"

Boss: "His painting skills are actually quite good, really."

My friend was a little confused, but decided to let Qi Linqing come over and try.

Although the other party is unwilling to show his face now, can he be persuaded by him after he is not sure?

...

In addition to painting, Qi Linqing usually also takes time to take care of his studies.

For example, this Saturday afternoon, he and the same table asked to meet to do scientific group work together.

They had originally agreed to be in the city library.

But for some reason, Zhong Chen suddenly changed his mind and sent a message that he would replace him with a McDonald in the North District.

[Sorry, I'll have something to do in the North District later. 】He said.

Qi Linqing replied yes, so he asked the driver to send himself out.

When Qi Linqing arrived at McDonald, Zhong Chen had already arrived.

As soon as he got out of the car, he saw the teenager sitting by the window eating a sandwich bread through the glass. The cheeks bulged up like a white hamster.

Qi Linqing pushed the door and walked in, and sat down opposite the boy.

Zhong Chen looked up at him and said with interest: "What do you want to eat? I will treat you today."

Qi Linqing hesitated for a moment, pointed to the object in his hand and said, "Well, this is the sandwich bread you are eating."

Zhong Chen looked down at the cod steak burger in his hand and was shocked.

There are still people who don’t know Hamburg these days? ? Even an ancient person like him knew it.

However, Zhong Chen quickly thought that the other party was born in a rural area, and he might have never eaten it.

Maybe before that, Qi Linqing didn't even know what McDangdang was.

Zhong Chen pulled the menu, went to the front desk and ordered everything the same, scanning the code neatly to pay.

When he returned to his position, he found that Qi Linqing had opened his homework and wrote the experiment report, and by the way also filled in what he should have written.

Zhong Chen: "..."

Blind, do you like the original owner so much?

A few minutes later, the young lady wearing a yellow apron brought a lot of food. He couldn't even put down a table, and put it together at the next table.

Zhong Chen looked at this always calm tablemate with a surprised expression, a little smug in his heart.

"Eat whatever you want! By the way, thank you for helping me with my homework." He pulled the chair away and sat down.

Qi Linqing: "Did I help you with your homework? Oh right... I read it wrong, don't worry, I will cross it out and let you rewrite it now."

Zhong Chen: "..."

Devil.

For half an hour, he had planned to come to McDonald to paddling, but under the supervision of the same table, he seriously finished his homework. Zhong Chen himself felt very unbelievable.

The food on the table was not finished.

Zhong Chen touched his chubby belly and muttered: "I can't eat it anyway."

"Cannot be wasted."

Qi Linqing asked the waiter for a packing bag and packed it away.

The two went out of McDonald's, and they were going to part ways.

But at this time, Qi Linqing remembered the card that Old Man Yan had given, and stopped Zhong Chen and asked, "Do you know how to withdraw money from a silver bank card?"

Zhong Chen: "...Of course I do."

He suddenly felt that Qi Linqing was like an antique of the last century.

Although he is still a person of the last century, Zhong Chen thinks he is more fashionable than the other.

Zhong Chen led Qi Linqing to the Jianshe Bank across the street and stepped into the ATM cash machine.

Although Zhong Chen is also withdrawing money for the first time, he has seen many similar scenes in film and television dramas.

He clicked on the touch screen, then stuffed the card in, looked at the input prompt that popped out on the screen and asked:

"How much is the password?"

Qi Linqing: "My birthday."

Zhong Chen: "What's your birthday?"

Qi Linqing thought for a while and reported the original owner: "April 23, 2003."

Zhong Chen muttered in his heart as he pressed the key, that he and his master's birthday were only two days apart.

Both are Taurus, no wonder even their personalities are somewhat similar.

【Enter the password successfully】

[Your end number 1111 Construction Bank. The balance of the bank is: 1000000.00 yuan]

Zhong Chen hummed: "You are quite rich."

The author has something to say: Later.

Zhong Chen: You can't be superstitious about constellations, really.

Otherwise I will start to suspect that he is my master).

Mo’s knowledge is quoted from "Research on the Colors of Chinese Paintings", and I will mention it billions of times

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