After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

The news that Qi Linqing asked for leave to participate in the Provincial Ink Cup competition in H city soon spread throughout the middle school.

He won the first prize of the city competition last time, which has refreshed many people's cognition.

Although his grades are poor, his talent in Chinese painting art is obviously extraordinary.

It's just... still not many people believe that he can win prizes in provincial competitions.

Because everyone has seen "Deformation Plan" and knows the environment in which Qi Linqing grew up in the countryside.

The village where he is located is the poorest county in Z province that ranks bottom every year.

——The adobe tiled house, the wall peeling off, a dim yellow light bulb that is crumbling at any time.

There are three or four chickens in the yard outside, and he is said to help feed the chickens every morning when he gets up.

Variations in the world have always existed.

Province Z is a major cultural province. Especially in H City, there are many well-known calligraphers and painters in history.

Even if Qi Linqing is talented, he lives in such a remote country with a closed field of vision and lack of materials. Maybe he doesn't even have a handy brush. How could he be comparable to other children in the same province who were raised in scholarly families?

There were also voices of opposition: "That's not true. Tanggula's parents are also professors at the Academy of Fine Arts, but in the end he lost to Qi Linqing."

"That's Tangula's own food."

"He failed miserably in the city competition two years ago, didn't he."

"After all, there are too many bulls in H market."

Even Yang Junye, a genius young man who was interviewed by the local media in City B last year, did not even make a splash after he went to participate in the provincial competition.

But from everyone's point of view, it doesn't matter whether Qi Linqing wins the prize or not. After all, he can't really rely on Chinese painting skills to break into the sky, right?

Anyway, he is now a family member of Qi's family, and went to make a TV series, and he is quite well-known on the Internet.

Although Qi Linqing's performance is a bit poor, if he chooses to enter the entertainment circle like Qi Lele in the future, he will definitely become a traffic star.

Yan Qiongfang actually thinks so.

However, she and her husband, Qi Hui, have the same thoughts that they should let the children go out and experience it alone.

When he leaves his comfort zone and is frustrated outside, he will naturally return home to seek protection from his parents' wings.

...

It was the day of the provincial game in a flash.

Qi Linqing got up at six o'clock in the morning, studied ink, made paint, and practiced a small study.

At more than seven o'clock, he went downstairs to have breakfast with everyone.

Zhong Chen raised his head and glanced at Qi Linqing, who was sitting opposite, and saw that the other party was eating soy milk steamed buns without any rushing sound. The action is not very elegant, but it is inexplicably pleasing to the eye.

He looked away for two seconds and then drank porridge.

It's already eight o'clock after a meal. Yan's seven-seater car parked at the door, ready to leave for the stadium at any time.

Ji Youguang stood at the door and told them what to pay attention to during the game. For example, you need to check the drawing tools uniformly distributed by the organizer in advance. If you find that the edge of the brush is warped or the solidification quality of the paint is not good, you must report to the teacher in time to apply for a replacement.

"The other important thing is to stabilize your mind..." Ji Youguang didn't say much about this.

Mainly the two students didn't seem nervous at all.

Tangula doesn't matter anymore, he knows his level well, coming to participate in the provincial competition is just a cutscene. Win a prize? I can't even think about it.

Qi Linqing is very calm.

Elder Yan is the one who is the most anxious. He is looking forward to his grandson winning the prize, and he is confident in Qi Linqing's painting skills.

But he heard that several children from the painting and calligraphy associations have also signed up for this provincial competition.

Recently, the Calligraphy and Painting Association has just announced an ancient technique that has been lost for thousands of years. Presumably they will transfer to children.

Yan Xiang thought with some worry, although his grandson is a genius in Chinese painting, but he has not learned this technique, will he fall behind?

Yan Xiang is a person who came here, knowing that this young boy is too tough and easy to break.

"It doesn't matter if you didn't win the prize this time, don't put too much psychological pressure on yourself."

"In Grandpa's heart, you are always the best."

Before they got into the car, Yan Xiang suddenly held Qi Linqing's hand and said these two sentences meaningfully.

Qi Linqing was not used to this sudden physical contact. But the old man's warm and rough palm reminded him of grandpa.

He hesitated for a moment without resisting.

"good."

Get in the car.

Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen are still sitting in a row.

Tanggula sat in front of them, listening to sad songs, using the net to pay homage to his love that died before he could sprout in the future.

Zhong Chen: "Your grandpa is pretty good."

Qi Linqing: "Yeah."

The car turned a corner at the intersection ahead, and Qi Linqing looked at the fast-reversed street view outside the window, and suddenly felt a headache for a moment.

The world's novels are like being blown by a strong wind, turning the pages in a hurry. The words on the pages of the book came alive, switching to the scenes and flashing past.

Part of the memory belonging to the original owner filled his head swellingly.

After he saw the original master jumped off the building and died, Father Yan seemed to be ten years old overnight.

Qi's parents also regretted that they had not paid much attention to their children's psychological problems from beginning to end.

But it was too late.

Apart from grief, they can only transfer this love for the original owner to Qi Lele, hoping to let themselves out.

Ending Qi Lele relied on her diligent efforts to go farther and farther in the entertainment circle, reaching the top, becoming the pride of Qi's parents and brother.

Everyone has forgotten the existence of Qi Linqing.

Only Elder Yan spent a lot of energy trying to find out the cause of the child's suicide in his later years.

Finally he found it and pointed at Qi Lele and cursed: "You killed Linqing! You are the indirect murderer."

However, no one believes it.

Everyone thought that Mr. Yan was overwhelmed and fainted.

Qi Linqing thought about this, sighed softly, and lowered his eyes.

...

The scene of the Mexican Cup Provincial Contest.

Although Chinese painting has become increasingly lonely in recent years, there are still not a few students participating in the Z province, which is known as the cultural capital.

Outside, there are many outstanding Chinese painting teenagers selected from cities in Province Z, and the atmosphere is quite intense.

When Qi Linqing and Tanggula entered, they also attracted a lot of people's attention.

The main reason is that their looks are really eye-catching.

Others recognized him and were shocked:

"Is that Qi Linqing?"

"He actually dared to come to participate in the provincial competition."

"The last time I watched the Internet, he said he bought the first prize of the B city competition."

"Isn't it a TV drama hype again?"

"..."

Qi Linqing walked to the end of the team if he hadn't heard of it.

Tanggula murmured comfortingly: "Don't pay attention to these people, netizens don't understand the real situation and gibberish."

Qi Linqing: "What?"

Tangula: "..."

As expected of you, you don't care at all.

At ten o'clock, the game started on time.

The teacher at the entrance of the venue checked the certificates of the contestants one by one, and after successful comparison of the certificates, they distributed a full set of Chinese painting supplies worth 288 to each.

This time, Froghaha Group has no special sponsorship. The money for painting tools is deducted from the 500 entry fee paid by each person.

A three-tier toolbox in blue, white and transparent colors.

12 colors 5ml Chinese painting paint, plum color palette, ceramic ink plate, inkstone, folding bucket, bamboo pen curtain, inside it contains a total of five brushes, two cooked xuan, black catalpa wood ruler, ink, thick calligraphy and painting Rhinestones and an apron.

Everyone was assigned a wide wooden table, which was widely separated to prevent plagiarism.

On the judges seat were five seniors from the Calligraphy and Painting Association and two H city leaders.

After all, the first place in the provincial competition has to represent Z Province to participate in the national competition, and even this is very important.

Seeing familiar students below, the judges inevitably whispered a few words:

"Is that Lao Zhang's granddaughter in the association?"

"And old Wen's great-grandson."

"They are here. I don't see any suspense in the first and second matches of this game."

"That's not necessarily."

"A good seed emerged from Huang Luoming's calligraphy and painting training class. Now, look at the boy in the yellow plaid shirt on the right. This time Lao Huang also taught him the newly learned lost technique in advance. "

The leader didn't know much about Chinese painting and couldn't intervene. They looked around in the arena, but they only recognized Qi Linqing, who was well-known on the Internet.

"Ms. Xu, what do you think of that kid? He is the number one in this city B competition." Leader A asked the bald old man next to him.

The bald old Mr. Xu: "I don't know him."

The judges present are all very old, they usually like to write and draw, rarely surf the Internet, and it is normal for them not to recognize Qi Linqing.

Upon seeing this, Judge A lowered his voice and said, "I heard that his first place was bought for fraud, and there was a lot of water in it. You'll have to keep your eyes open and take a look later."

Mr. Xu was surprised, "Bought it? Is the B city division so messy?"

Judge B: "No, there are prizes sponsored by the gold master's father behind the ink cup in city B!"

Mr. Xu pondered for a moment, and said, "This is also normal."

The chaos in the cities is difficult to treat. But the provincial and national competitions like them are different. The prize money is all issued by the National Education Bureau, and the evaluation and review are very strict.

The other party has a channel to buy the organizer of City B, and they have to close their doors here.

Before the start of the competition, there is a half-hour for contestants to spread the drawing paper, pour water, color and so on.

Then Mr. Xu stood up and announced the theme of Chinese painting for this provincial competition: "Character painting."

The players in the audience listened, some were happy and some were worried.

You must know that characters are one of the most difficult subjects to grasp in Chinese painting.

Its shape, proportions, lines, clothes folds, etc. are very complicated.

Imitation is okay, but letting them make a temporary original in the game will stump a large number of people.

Among the many contestants like bereaved, Zhang Ping and Wen Bingjie were very confident.

They are childhood sweethearts and grew up in a large courtyard.

Especially Wen Bingjie. Her grandfather, Mr. Wen, specializes in figure painting. She has been fascinated by her since she was a child, and she must have learned a lot of the essence.

The same goes for Zhang Ping. He remembered the Linqing painting method that Grandpa Zeng had just taught him, and raised his eyebrows.

Someone handed pillows right after falling asleep.

Zhang Ping picked up the brush and took a deep breath.

This time, he is determined to learn and apply ancient painting methods to life, which will surprise the audience! In order to obtain tickets to participate in the national competition.

After the two of them touched, the smoke was everywhere, and they all gritted their teeth secretly.

They are all too familiar with each other, as if they are playing against themselves.

Their goals are the same, but there is only one place to participate in the national competition.

There is no emotion on the field.

At this moment, they are competitors.

At the same time.

Tangula at the back of the stadium felt like a salted fish.

He knows how many pounds he has, and maybe the flower and bird meticulous brushwork can barely handle it, but the characters? What is his biggest shortcoming.

Tanggula's brain was blank, and the thought of giving up had sprouted.

He sighed, put down the pen, and looked sideways at Qi Linqing beside him.

Although the positions are far apart, Tanggula can still see the smooth brushstrokes of the young man when he draws his sleeves, as usual.

Tanggula was very envious, as if he couldn't bother the other party no matter what the subject matter.

Qi Linqing noticed his gaze, moved for a while, raised his head and asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's okay...It's impossible to win a prize anyway, I just don't want to paint anymore." Tangula said a little arrogantly.

Qi Linqing frowned, suddenly straightened his face, and said, "Pick up the pen and draw for me!"

Tanggula was shocked by his rare serious tone, and subconsciously picked up the brush.

"Even if you don't want to, you have to paint, and you must continue to finish painting where you don't. Because only in this way can you break through." Qi Linqing told Tanggula with the mentality of a person who came over.

"Oh oh..."

Qi Linqing: "It's also good to get a few comments from the teacher. Next time you learn from experience and make progress. Besides, if you don't paint, wouldn't it be a waste of 500 yuan for the registration fee?"

Tangula: "..."

I suspect you are sorry for my 500 yuan registration fee, but I have no evidence.

However, Qi Linqing said that Tangula had the courage to continue painting.

Due to the fineness of the figure painting and the longer time, the time limit for this provincial competition is four and a half hours.

That is a whole afternoon.

Of course, the judges cannot always sit in their seats. They are all getting old, and sitting on an old bone for a long time will be crunchy.

Therefore, during the period, they stood up and walked back and forth in the arena to supervise the players' drawing process.

Among the five judges invited by the Painting and Calligraphy Association of Z Province, Mr. Xu Lao has the most seniority, and he has also participated in an exclusive interview with an ancient painting appreciation program.

He stopped and walked around, and he also had a little understanding of the level of the players participating in this session.

When he walked to Zhang Ping's side, Mr. Xu stopped.

Zhang Ping chose Qiluo figures, antique-style realistic painting methods, focusing on luxurious clothing and scene atmosphere, and full of three-dimensionality, which really outlines the leisurely and gorgeous feeling of ancient aristocratic women.

Mr. Xu nodded slightly.

Zhang Ping noticed his movement, and he was proud of it.

Apart from himself and Wen Bingjie, there are not many people who know this lost ancient method, right?

I'm determined to win.

Mr. Xu took a step forward, focusing on Wen Bingjie's paintings.

They used the same technique, and the overall style of painting was very similar.

However, compared with Zhang Ping, the female characters in Wen Bingjie's works are a bit more delicate and graceful, with more feeling.

Mr. Xu nodded affirmatively.

If nothing happens, the first place in this competition will be the granddaughter of Mr. Wen.

Wen Bingjie Yu Guang also glanced at the appreciation of Mr. Xu Lao's expression for herself, but she was not complacent.

Dense beads of perspiration appeared on Wen Bingjie's forehead, and instead he began to write more cautiously.

Because she has high demands on herself and always strives for perfection, even in Chinese painting.

Mr. Xu continued to walk down the aisle, and not surprisingly found that many players were frowning.

For children of this age, figure painting is still too difficult.

"Old Xu! Come here!"

Suddenly Mr. Xu heard someone calling himself, and looked up, only to see two other judges standing behind a teenager, waving at him.

Mr. Xu hesitated and walked over.

The judges stared at the boy's painting with excitement, making him a little confused.

Didn't the talented leader just point out that it was bought with money?

When he got closer, Mr. Xu realized that the other party had a very beautiful face.

It seems inappropriate to describe boys as beautiful. But suddenly he could only find this adjective in his mind.

Judge 1 said in a low voice: "Look, his paintings are really amazing."

Mr. Xu was stunned when he heard the words. He lowered his head and saw the painting written by the young man, and his mouth opened suddenly!

This, this turned out to be a work drawn by a young man?

If he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, he would never believe it.

This painting is also a female figure.

But she is the brothel girl in the land of fireworks. Realistic concreteness makes people subvert the impression of thinking.

The woman's clothing is soft and thin, tightly and densely clinging to the plumpness, almost the same as not wearing it. The pictures are vivid and fragrant, and they have reached a realm that can make the viewer's mouth dry.

A few simple lines are the finishing touches.

Stormy waves suddenly appeared in Mr. Xu's heart.

According to the requirements of different themes, the line on the screen is raised to the most important position, the color obeys the line, and even the ink line can be used to form a painting independently without coloring, it is called "white painting".

It is one of the most famous stunts of Tang Dynasty painting Saint Fu Yi.

Historians found that Fu Yi paid special attention to the change and power of the thread, and geniusly developed the thread into a life-rich, independent and free expression. Thus created a precedent in the opposition of Chinese painting.

How did this boy do it? Like Fu Yi, through a few ink lines, the clothes of the characters can have such a feeling of flying wind! !

Mr. Xu couldn't wait to ask the other party, but due to the rules of the game, he couldn't interrupt the young man's painting.

In the past two hours, Qi Linqing has finished the sketch and started to paint.

The awe-inspiring sense of immersion while painting made him completely unaware that there were three more judges and audience around him unknowingly.

The more you watched him paint, the more the three judges were frightened.

The young man already has an unparalleled talent for lines, who knows that he has such superior spirituality in both color and light (smudge).

The thread like "spring silkworm silk" and the thin and transparent color treatment make the woman in the picture gorgeous and not vulgar. She is in a place of mimi, but creates a quiet and soft atmosphere.

The three judges are very clear.

This is one of the basic characteristics of the excellent tradition of Chinese painting-the high harmony of lines and colors.

It's as if water and milk are in harmony, it should be a whole body!

For the next two and a half hours of the game, they never moved away.

Seeing this, the other two judges couldn't help but walk over to wait and see, but their sights seemed to be firmly attracted by a magnet stone, and they never left.

Many contestants in the field noticed this unusual scene and mumbled in their hearts.

What the **** is going on?

The two leaders were even more puzzled.

Didn't Qi Linqing buy it through the rich backstage? Why are these judges all watching him alone...

Could it be that he was stunned by his terrible painting skills?

"The game is over, please put down the pen."

When four and a half hours are up, the red timer will sound a mechanical beep on time.

Qi Linqing put aside the pen, and just stepped back half a step, suddenly he saw five old people standing behind him with torch-eyed eyes staring at him.

Qi Linqing: "?"

Mr. Xu rushed up impatiently, clutching his sleeve tightly and asked: "You, what's your name?"

Qi Linqing was stunned, only to realize that he had forgotten to put his ID card in the upper left corner of the table.

According to the regulations, the ID card should have been kept there throughout.

He thought that the other party doubted the identity of his contestant, and took out his ID card to the old man:

"My name is Qi Linqing."

Mr. Xu saw the name on the teenager's ID card and his pupils quaked.

Linqing...Linqing painting method!

Only then did he realize that the young man in front of him was a young man who had donated lost ancient painting skills to the Calligraphy and Painting Association.

No wonder, the other party's painting standards so subverted their imagination.

There are probably far more than one lost painting skills in this youth association.

Leader A stood up and walked towards them, and said, "Mr. Xu, should you start scoring the contestants?"

Mr. Xu covered his heart and forced himself to calm down.

"Row."

Leader A glanced at Qi Linqing's painting by the way, and his expression was a little surprised.

He doesn't understand Chinese painting, but he can also vaguely feel the other party's paintings, which seems very unusual.

In short, it shouldn't be the level of going through the back door, right?

Mr. Xu turned his head to look at the other four judges, his eyes converged, everything was clear.

With the excitement of discovering the peerless geniuses in the Chinese painting industry, they walked back to the stage and first graded the contestants one by one in the order of ranking.

The full score is 100, and the average score of the five judges is taken.

"Xu Hui, 45 points."

"Ji Hongzhi, 34 points."

"Liao Lanxin, 55 points."

"..."

A dozen people commented on the past, all with low scores.

The expressions of the players on the scene suddenly became a little unsightly, and they secretly complained in their hearts about the harshness of the judges.

But when it was Zhang Ping's turn, his average score of 89 was the highest in history.

"Next, Wen Bingjie, 90 points." Mr. Xu read.

Afterwards, the four judges explained the difference between their two paintings by one point.

Wen Bingjie's paintings are more delicate than Zhang Ping's.

Zhang Ping glanced at the girl with long bangs beside him. Although he was unwilling, he could only admit defeat.

Wen Bingjie's expression was obviously happy.

Can she get a chance to qualify for the national competition? Grandpa will be very happy.

Mr. Xu did not stay too much and continued to walk down.

If he didn't meet Qi Linqing today, he would definitely praise the two boys and girls.

But now he is not in this mood.

He was thinking about the wonderful picture of the beautiful girl in the brothel just now.

Mr. Xu stood still in front of the boy's painting, discussed two sentences with the judges in a low voice, and quickly came to the same answer.

He took a deep breath, and sighed out:

"Athlete Qi Linqing, 100 points!"

His volume was loud enough to spread throughout the stadium.

Everyone's expressions were suddenly brilliant.

Zhang Ping's eyes widened.

Wen Bingjie's joyful expression instantly froze on her face, feeling like she was riding a roller coaster, and her mood was falling rapidly.

Several distant contestants looked at each other.

"Did I misheard it?"

"How did I just hear someone got full marks."

"And... it seems to be Qi Linqing."

That fool who has a bad reputation on the Internet is a real master.

The two leaders almost dropped their jaws and doubted their lives.

Leader A was stunned: "Really?"

Leader B hurriedly persuaded: "Mr. Xu, you can talk about it if you think about it..."

If it were not for the character of Mr. Xu, both of them would have to guess whether the Qi family had bought all the five judges.

The old people stared at the two leaders in unison.

Mr. Xu said displeased: "Do you think we are not professional enough?"

"No..." Leader A stammered a little, and couldn't tell why.

That is, what happened today is too magical.

Judge 2 said impatiently: "Don't interrupt if you don't understand."

Mr. Xu Lao said in a deep voice: "He is a genius. A well-deserved genius in the world of traditional Chinese painting!"

leaders:"???"

At this time Zhang Ping and Wen Bingjie also surrounded them.

Wen Bingjie gritted her teeth and walked in through the crowd. She really wanted to see what painting this guy named Qi Linqing had made that could get Mr. Xu, who has always been picky, to get a perfect score of 100?

She and Zhang Ping couldn't believe their ears just now.

Because they temporarily learned from their parents an ancient technique that has been lost for thousands of years, they couldn't help but build up self-confidence that they thought they were superior.

But now this self-confidence has been crushed by a young man who was scolded on the Internet for walking through the back door of his family.

Wen Bingjie first saw Qi Linqing's face, startled.

She had to admit that the other person was very good-looking, which made herself want to take another look.

At this time, Zhang Ping's eyes had fallen on the painting on the table.

He raised his head, looked at Qi Linqing, and subconsciously said, "Have you also learned the Linqing painting method of the Association?"

Qi Linqing just wanted to talk.

Mr. Xu Lao: "No. Qi is a public contributor to this technique."

Zhang Ping and Wen Bingjie both closed their mouths in shock.

Only then did they realize that Linqing's painting method is the name of the other party?

...

The news that Qi Linqing won the first prize in the provincial competition quickly spread throughout the audience.

He came to the stage and received the award under the attention of everyone-an education fund of 80,000 yuan sponsored by the Provincial Education Bureau, a gold-plated trophy.

Later, he took a group photo with Mr. Xu Lao, leaders and others.

Click.

Freeze the photo.

The photographer looked at the teenager on the SLR camera screen and was amazed.

This beauty is comparable to the top idols in the entertainment industry. Who would have thought that people painted traditional Chinese paintings?

There is no doubt that the five elders of the Calligraphy and Painting Association have a unified certification with full marks.

It is said that one of the old gentlemen couldn't help but praise Qi Linqing on the spot as a well-deserved peerless genius in the Chinese painting industry.

The players were all shocked, who would have thought of coming to participate in the competition and eating a huge melon.

And when they witnessed Qi Linqing's paintings, they had to admit that what the judges said really made sense.

The level of this figure painting... They couldn't even catch the train even if they bought the station ticket at night.

It is indeed a peerless genius in the mouth of Mr. Xu. It's so terrifying! !

At the same time, Ji Youguang, who was waiting outside the court, paced back and forth, nervous and looking forward to it.

He thought that Qi Linqing would be thirsty after coming out of the game for so long, so he hurried to the opposite shop to buy a bottle of mineral water.

When Ji Youguang returned, the leading teachers from other schools hurriedly said to him:

"Ms. Ji! The students you led got the first place!"

"what?"

Ji Youguang was so excited that his expression management failed, and the facial features of his entire face twisted into a ball of joy.

"I knew... I knew he could!"

Seeing Qi Linqing walking out of the venue surrounded by the crowd, Ji Youguang's eyes were a little moist for no apparent reason.

This time it is no longer because of how much benefit the other party can get from the teacher's evaluation.

Ji Youguang understands that he is witnessing with his own eyes the process of a young Chinese painting genius rising like a bright star.

Maybe the opponent will shine in the national competition in the future.

This glory, he is proud of it.

...

Tanggula followed Qi Linqing and walked out of the arena.

He is very grateful to each other. Because of what Qi Linqing said just now, he finally finished the painting and got 67 points.

Compared with the scores of other contestants on the field, it shows that his level is already in the upper middle and upper reaches.

This made my enthusiasm for painting, which had been hit with little left, reappeared.

Qi Linqing was surrounded by five elderly people.

They rushed to ask him questions about the technique of the painting.

Qi Linqing only learned at this time that the other painting methods that he originally created had also been lost in modern times.

"I'll go back and sort it out. Can I send you all through Teacher Tang?"

Mr. Xu and the others almost shed tears.

How could there be such a generous and selfless child! !

"Does your master not blame you?" Mr. Xu asked cautiously.

Some masters of traditional Chinese painting will be very taboo about this.

Qi Linqing shook his head, "It's okay, he has passed away."

The master of his previous life is actually a grandfather.

Grandpa taught him a lot of painting skills at first, and gradually, he also figured out a lot of painting skills.

For example, the three-dimensional technique is based on his predecessors' style of painting and mixed some of his own ideas and creations.

"Thank you." Mr. Xu suddenly stood still and bowed to him solemnly: "I thank you for your selfless contribution on behalf of the national painting circle."

Qi Linqing was startled, and immediately hurriedly helped the old man and said, "It's okay, you don't have to be like this."

For him, this is just a matter of effort, and it's just a little bit of lip service.

But at this time he also had doubts in his heart.

No one cares about these techniques created by himself in the Tang Dynasty.

Why is Mr. Xu so excited?

He was about to ask, and suddenly there was a beautiful female voice next to him: "Classmate, can I add a WeChat to you?"

Qi Linqing looked up and saw a slim girl with blushing cheeks looking at him.

Tangula sighed in his heart. Qi Linqing's face really attracts bees and butterflies.

However, he silently mourned for the girl.

Someone already has a big brother in their hearts.

Wen Bingjie looked at the young man anxiously.

Qi Linqing: "Sorry, I don't have WeChat."

Wen Bingjie: "..." Who believes it?

She sighed, knowing that the other party was not interested in herself at all.

Interrupted by this episode, Qi Linqing didn't have time to ask, he was hugged by Ji Youguang just two steps away.

Teacher Ji's eyes were red, and he choked up and repeated: "I, I know you can do it..."

Qi Linqing: "..."

Then he was dragged into the car by Ji Youguang.

They bought the train ticket for six o'clock in the evening, and now they have to rush back non-stop to get their luggage.

This little doubt had to be buried in his heart temporarily.

In the car.

Zhong Chen leaned lazily on the seat, sucking milk tea and slurred: "First?"

Qi Linqing nodded.

Ji Youguang raised his eyebrows, "Yeah, how do you know? You just sneaked out to see it, right?"

Zhong Chen: "No, I think he has this strength."

Zhong Chen always felt that his vision was very accurate. Besides, his master is a painter.

Qi Linqing is similar to his master, and crushing those little kids is not a matter of minutes.

Qi Linqing sat down beside Zhong Chen and fastened his seat belt.

Zhong Chen suddenly said without beginning and ending: "I am also number one this time."

First in the provincial shooting competition.

He was interviewed by the media at the gate of the shooting hall just now.

"Really?" Qi Linqing said lightly, "You are awesome."

Tangula's goose bumps were all rising behind them.

Help!

Why does Qi Linqing even praise people... so hard to say.

Zhong Chen was not surprised at all. Master used to praise him this way, he has long been used to it.

Qi Linqing thought for a while, took something out of his pocket and put it into his palm.

Zhong Chen looked down and found that it was a toffee with the flavor of Wangzi.

"This is……?"

Qi Linqing: "Congratulations, you took the first place."

"Thanks, so do you."

Zhong Chen tore open the outer wrapping paper, threw the toffee into his mouth, and chewed.

It's pretty sweet.

When Yan Xiang learned that his grandson had won the first prize in the provincial competition, he was shivering and couldn't say anything.

This, this is actually true! The Yan family ancestor's grave is about to smoke.

He calmed down and said to Qi Linqing:

"You continue to paint, if you are missing anything, just tell me."

If a genius seedling like Sun Tzu is not cultivated well, it must be a brain bubble.

As soon as he put Qi Linqing in the car, he turned around and called his son-in-law to spray:

"This time Linqing won the first prize in the provincial competition. I sue you, if you don't let him learn painting, I will take him away and raise myself."

Qi Hui looked dumbfounded, "What? He won the prize again?"

"That's not it." Yan Xiang said proudly: "He is a genius in Chinese painting."

Qi Hui held the phone and lost his voice for a while.

...

At eight o'clock in the evening, Qi Linqing walked into the house with a bag.

The living room was brightly lit, and Qi Hui and Yan Qiongfang sat in distress, looking like they had been waiting for him for a long time.

Qi Linqing put the bag down and glanced at the kitchen. He is a little hungry.

Qi Hui waved to him: "Come here."

Qi Linqing walked over and sat on the sofa.

Yan Qiongfang looked at him, pursed her mouth and smiled: "I heard that you won the provincial first place this time? My son is really good."

Qi Linqing was silent.

Qi Hui gave a light cough, "Listen to your grandpa, do you want to learn painting?"

Qi Linqing nodded.

Even if he was born again, he wanted to continue painting.

Qi Huiyu earnestly said: "I admit that you do have some talent in traditional Chinese painting, but you should know that it is different to study fine art and take the college entrance examination. Do you know how to sketch? Can you paint?"

Moreover, what Qi Hui didn't say was that even if he studied fine arts, the college entrance examination score requirements were not low.

He looked at the child's horrible grades and didn't expect him to be admitted to a domestic university at all.

Qi Linqing said: "I can't, but I can learn."

Qi Hui was good at temptation: "What if you can't learn it?"

He thought that if the other party failed the college entrance examination, it would not be too late to send him abroad to study business.

Qi Linqing paused and said, "Then continue learning."

One year is not enough, just two years. He will learn it one day.

Qi Hui was speechless.

Yan Qiongfang hurriedly finished the game: "Oh, let your children learn. It's the summer vacation, and I will send him to the studio for training in June."

studio?

Qi Linqing was aroused, and his heart was a little itchy. He has long been curious about Western paintings in various styles.

Seeing the rare look of expectation on his son's face, Qi Hui sighed, and finally agreed reluctantly.

He added: "Let me put it down first. If you can't get into a domestic art university, just go abroad to study business."

Qi Linqing didn't say a word, got up and took the bag and went upstairs.

Qi Hui said dissatisfied: "What's the matter with your child! I'm doing it for your own good."

"Okay, okay, Linqing is still young, don't care about him." Yan Qiongfang discouraged.

Qi Hui: "He is 18 years old and he is not young anymore. Qi Yingjun has followed me in the mall independently at his age..."

Qi Linqing closed the bedroom door to cut off outside sounds.

He took a shower first and was still hungry when he came out.

But he didn't want to go down. He searched the room for a while, only to find two Wangzi toffee.

He has always been insensitive to sweets. After hesitating for a moment, I decided to save it for the same table tomorrow in class.

Ding dong.

The mobile phone on the desk emits a new message alert tone.

Qi Linqing picked it up and saw that it was Du Yuanbai's text message.

[Congratulations on your winning the provincial first prize! ! The bull is dead and iron, I will invite you to have a big meal to celebrate! 】

Qi Linqing tickled the corner of his mouth, but did not return, put the phone back to its original place.

After reading a book that day, he fell asleep early. I didn’t know that the fierce wind and rain caused by the Internet was also given to him by Du Yuanbai later.