After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

[Qi Linqing won the first prize of the Provincial Traditional Chinese Painting Competition...? ]

[real or fake]

[The blogger is not cheating, right]

[How can I deceive people after all these pictures are released? ? ]

[Pictures can also be p]

[Stone hammered sisters]

[I went to the official website of the ink cup to check it, and there is indeed the name of Qi Linqing]

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[...]

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[? ? ? ]

[Suddenly I feel a pain in my face, I win bamboo shoots]

[I also]

[I also]

[+1]

[Can you also buy provincial games? Anyway, the Qi family has money]

[Neuropathy]

[Upstairs, I can see Qi Lele's remnant brain fan]

[Why didn’t the Qi family buy an Oscar for 7LL (lightly)]

[Fuck, don’t you think that Qi Linqing is amazing, Maomao is shocked. jpg]

[Born in a poor rural area, I can learn such a powerful Chinese painting technique...]

[What a talented beer! ]

[No wonder he did the painting "Tang Yue Fengyun" before]

[Hurry up and get slapped in the face when he was black before! ]

[We blamed him on the wrong side]

[Qi's excellent gene is really a cow]

[A child lost in the country can become a genius]

[I beg Qi Linqing to open a Weibo, I decided to turn black from today]

[Seconded]

[? ? ? ]

[No, right? Just because he won a provincial match? ]

[Although I now admit that Qi Linqing does know Chinese painting, but he does not know how to act, playing Gao Lanxi is just grandstanding]

[Furthermore, he played with Yingdi Fu this time, is he worthy? ]

[Fu Hanri fans drift by]

[Bet a pack of spicy sticks, he will be laughed at by the group]

[111111]

[Unless I see it with my own eyes, I don’t believe it either]

[But after watching the trailer, I am still looking forward to the yyds of Linqing hahaha]

[@《唐月风云》Official blog, gkd releases the feature film]

[I heard that Qi Linqing is going to participate in the national competition]

[Don’t Tao this, he can’t win the prize anyway]

[agree]

[I feel that Qi Linqing will probably enter the entertainment circle in the future]

[Even if it's not professional. Just like the setting of Linqing Association Chinese Painting, I guess it will be hyped by various marketing accounts (eat melon)]

[tired. Destroy it]

[How can I not fly out of the colorful world of the entertainment industry]

…

The next day, Qi Linqing didn't learn from his classmates that he was being discussed again until the school.

Du Yuanbai said excitedly: "Don't you know the embarrassment of those netizens being slapped in the face? Several id's who used to scold you the most are now looking forward to you to open Weibo and say don't force me to kneel down and beg you. "

Qi Linqing didn't know what Weibo was.

Du Yuanbai thought for a while and said, "But I suggest you don't open it, because when you open it, there will definitely be black powder coming in, which will affect your mood in vain."

Qi Linqing: "Yeah."

Du Yuanbai: "Just ignore them."

Qi Linqing: "Yeah."

Du Yuanbai thought that in the past, there were almost all black fans of Qi Linqing on the Internet, and they were always scolding him, and no one helped him to speak.

Now, as soon as the news of his victory in the Chinese Painting Provincial Competition was announced, a small number of fans were immediately added to defend him.

Netizens this year are really clumsy.

Keke...though he seems to be too.

Du Yuanbai followed Qi Linqing doglegally and bought water for him.

Hey-hey. The feeling of being slapped in the face is really fragrant.

Middle School Art Office.

The teachers saw Ji Youguang humming a song early in the morning, holding a cup of coffee in his right hand, and walked in happily.

Everyone has been in the same office for so long, and it is rare for Ji Youguang to express such obvious joy.

"In love?" The female teacher joked.

The corner of Ji Youguang's mouth raised, "This makes me much happier than falling in love. Linqing won the first prize of the provincial competition."

teachers:"!!"

Yi Chaoming's expression suddenly became a little embarrassed. He surfed the Internet yesterday and saw Qi Lele fans quarreling in the super chat.

If it were before, he would definitely step on Qi Linqing's feet.

But now, he embarrassedly wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

"Ms. Ji, there is your courier." The security guard knocked on the door and entered, struggling to sign for Ji Youguang with a huge cardboard box.

"It's heavy..." He wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Ji Youguang said embarrassedly: "Thank you."

Brown-haired man: "What did you buy? They all look like books."

Ji Youguang nodded, squatting on the ground and using a knife to cut open the box, saying: "I bought some ancient Chinese painting books on JD. Qi Linqing loves to read these."

teachers:"…"

Perhaps, Teacher Ji remembers that you were not even willing to lend a copy of "Tonglu On Paintings" before?

Chinese class.

The weather is fine today, the sun is shining, and the sun makes people drowsy,

The female teacher spit on the stage.

The students in the audience slept awkwardly, drooling down three thousand feet.

The female teacher sighed deeply in her heart, and was completely desperate for the students in Class 18.

What is A Dou that can't be supported? This is. They are all.

The female teacher glanced around in the classroom, and suddenly saw one, oh no, two students did not sleep.

Zhong Chen was playing with his mobile phone.

The black-haired teenager in the corner sits in a standard and upright posture, with his hands on the side of the textbook.

The female teacher was moved with a slightly sore nose.

It turns out that some people are listening carefully.

No wonder people can win the provincial championship of traditional Chinese painting. Look, this active learning attitude is simply incompatible with Class 18!

When the female teacher thought of this, she was about to praise her.

Zhong Chen suddenly turned sideways and pushed the young man next to him with his shoulder.

Qi Linqing propped his right cheek with his hand and looked back at him.

The two chatted like this.

Female teacher: "..."

"You should also participate in the recording of the "Tang Yue Fengyun" actor variety show this weekend?" Zhong Chen asked in a low voice.

Qi Linqing nodded. He also received a temporary notice from the director.

Because "Tang Yue Fengyun" has recently become popular, the publicity and distribution team wants several leading actors of the TV series to participate in the Haha base camp on weekends.

It takes about two or three hours to shoot.

As a result, an actor could not come temporarily.

Director Shen wanted to ask him to save a field.

Qi Linqing agreed.

The other party once gave him a job opportunity, allowing him to buy paint in a desperate situation.

In fact, Qi Linqing was still very grateful to Shen Dao.

Zhong Chen: "I have to go too, we can be together then."

Qi Linqing: "Okay."

After returning from the last time I went to the H city competition together, the relationship between the two was quite close, and they were infinitely close to friends.

After this time of getting along, Zhong Chen also understood that Qi Linqing probably didn't mean that to him.

Given his old-fashioned personality, it is estimated that there is no word of love in people's hearts.

At the same time, Zhong Chen couldn't help but wonder why Qi Linqing's current character style is completely different from the description in the novel.

Is it possible that the other party is just like yourself, an alien traverser?

Zhong Chen decided to test each other a little bit.

"Do you have any arrangements for the next self-study class?"

Qi Linqing shook his head and said, "I should do my homework in the classroom."

Zhong Chen: "It's so boring to do homework. Why don't we go to the library to borrow a book and read it."

Qi Linqing likes to read as much as himself.

He knew that the other party would definitely take the bait.

Sure enough, he heard Qi Linqing say: "Yes."

The tone is as calm as ever.

Then Qi Linqing picked up the thermos cup on the table, unscrewed the lid and took a sip of health tea.

The steaming heat came out, and his profile was vaguely blurred.

Although, Zhong Chen remembers that his master also loves tea, but he would never put medlars and other ghosts and animals in his tea.

Zhong Chen thought with greater certainty that if the other party was also a book wearer, he might have been an elderly man in his previous life.

…

After class, Zhong Chen and Qi Linqing went to the canteen. He plans to buy some snacks to take to the library and spend a long and leisurely afternoon.

Qi Linqing: "So can the library still eat?"

Zhong Chen: "...shut up."

After Qi Linqing realized that he had forgotten to bring the thermos, he thought about whether to buy a bottle of water here.

His gaze patrolled the beverage shelves, skipping the 4 yuan love boast and the 2 yuan Nongfu Spring.

He originally wanted to take Nongfu Spring, but soon saw that there was a cheaper price of ice dew mineral water at 1.5 yuan.

Qi Linqing silently bent over and picked up the bottle of ice dew.

Zhong Chen: "?"

You deserve it.

Qi Linqing took the water to check out. He glanced at Zhong Chen staring at the grilled sausage rack, his throat rolled unconsciously.

Clerk: "Classmate, 1.5 yuan."

Qi Linqing: "One more grilled sausage."

Clerk: "6 yuan, can you swipe the campus card?"

Qi Linqing nodded, took Cali out of his pocket and stroked it.

Yan Mu charged several thousand yuan in it, which is probably enough for him to graduate.

"Eat." Qi Linqing took the grilled sausage and handed it to Zhong Chen.

"For me?" Zhong Chen was shocked.

Qi Linqing: "Don't you like to eat?"

Zhong Chen: "..."

Zhong Chen: "Thanks."

He took a bite of the grilled sausage and walked out of the canteen, muttering to himself.

This person is really unpredictable like a fog. Obviously I'm going to die for myself, but I'm generous to others.

Zhong Chen was thinking wildly, and suddenly saw a hand stretched out beside him.

A napkin is sandwiched between slender and clean fingertips.

Qi Linqing slowly said: "You can wipe your mouth, the oil you ate will drip again."

Zhong Chen: "..."

library.

When Zhong Chen stepped in, he suddenly saw a bunch of banana peels on the floor.

He saw the person beside him stepping forward, bending over, picking up the banana peel, and throwing it into the trash can not far away.

He watched the person next to him turn around, stopped in front of the bookshelf, carefully removed the copy of "The Overbearing Country Teacher Loves Me", and silently put it back.

Just as Zhong Chen wanted to say that we had walked in the wrong area, he didn't pay attention to his feet for a while, and he threw himself forward.

It seems that something slippery has been stepped on.

Zhong Chen looked down and found that it was another bunch of new banana peels.

Zhong Chen: "..."

Who is so wicked in the end! !

Qi Linqing was hit by him and fell back to the ground subconsciously.

The posture formed by the two is very weird.

One is above and one is below.

Zhong Chen felt that he was holding something hard with his hands, but it seemed to be something softer than the floor.

He fixed his eyes and found that it was Qi Linqing's pectoral muscles.

wrong. The other party looks so thin, but he still has chest muscles?

"Yeah..." Qi Linqing frowned reluctantly, and there was a little painful moan between the clenched teeth.

Zhong Chen was so embarrassed that he grabbed his toes and just wanted to get up to apologize.

Patter.

The door was opened.

"Brother Zhong, let's go play basketball..." Jiang Bai rushed in. After seeing the two bodies entangled on the floor, his smile instantly froze on his face.

Especially when he felt he heard some strange noises. This is ridiculous.

"Yes, I'm sorry!" Jiang Bai took a breath, his expression instantly becoming sincere and fearful. He actually interrupted Brother Zhong from casting a spell.

"I didn't see anything! You guys go on."

Jiang Bai blushed and ran out quickly.

Qi Linqing: "."

Zhong Chen: "..."

Do not! You stop! You misunderstood. He struggled and screamed in his heart.

The innocence that he had left to Master for thousands of years after his clean body and self-care cannot be ruined in this world.

Jiang Bai has a big mouth. As soon as he rushed out, he couldn't help telling his brothers about the intense scene he had just now.

He described it bluntly.

"Brother Zhong is too fierce. Although he is shorter than Qi Linqing, he is definitely fierce!"

A certain brother questioned: "Didn't you say that the person Zhong Brother really likes has passed away?"

Jiang Bai sighed lightly: "Yes, but I think we should all understand it."

The little brothers were at a loss.

Jiang Bai hates that iron can't make steel: "You can't let Brother Zhong be a widow for a lifetime."

The little brothers suddenly realized. I see! As expected of Brother Zhong, the speed of empathy is always five centimeters.

"So our new sister-in-law... is Qi Linqing?" someone asked.

Jiang Bai nodded cautiously, "Yes!"

"The next time you see Brother Qi, will you be smarter to know in the future?"

The boys are uniform: "Understand!"

A few days later, a red banner was hung at the entrance of the junior high school to welcome foreign exchange students.

To promote traditional Chinese culture, the school also held a two-week cultural festival. Focus on promoting calligraphy, traditional Chinese painting, piano and chess calligraphy, and so on.

For example, the ink cups on campus last time, and students also played live flutes.

The school leaders asked for a program to be prepared at the welcome party for the exchange students.

Qi Linqing was among them. His show came to the end and was forced to perform calligraphy.

However, this group of exchange students from various countries are very proud. They sat under the stage with their legs crossed, playing with their phones, and didn't even bother to lift their heads.

"What are the programs of this school? Watching me want to sleep." The American blond yawned.

Jinbo □□: "Me too."

There are also a few young people from the stick country who also sneered at this.

"I heard that there will be a live calligraphy performance in the next show." Park Yongan joked: "It's better to let Yuzhe come on. His calligraphy level is definitely higher than these Chinese people."

"Just hahahaha."

They laughed together.

The young man named Jin Yuzhe sat on a plastic stool, closing his eyes slightly.

Everyone at the scene knew that his father was Jin Xinyang, a well-known calligrapher in Bangzi Country.

The tiger father has no dogs, and Jin Yuzhe's calligraphy is naturally quite good.

Park Yongan: "It's better to wait until he finishes writing and let you go. Let the Chinese people see how good our calligraphy is."

Jin Yuzhe can't help but nodded.

Soon a few young people went over with a twisted English accent and told the team leader that they wanted to "communicate with each other."

The teacher didn't think so much, but thought they really wanted to understand Chinese traditional culture, and immediately agreed:

"When classmate Qi finishes writing calligraphy, I will arrange for you to go up."

At the same time, the performance on stage had just been the turn of a classmate in Class 5.

The student was holding a jade flute and was immersed in the rhythm of the music being played.

It's just that her playing level is really average, and there are noises from time to time, which makes the leaders and students present look unsightly.

Qi Linqing looked at the stage with a look of nostalgia.

In the year he first entered the capital, Yuan Sihao taught him how to blow Xiao.

Brother Yuan said that this can relieve stress. After all, they paint day and night, and treat their hobbies like eating, and occasionally they feel a little tired.

"When I'm tired from painting, I'll drink two small Gu wines and play a piece of Xiaole. Isn't it wonderful?"

On the other side, Zhong Chen also thought of Master.

Although he was only with Fu Yi for a few months at the time, by chance, he also met Master’s best friend Yuan Sihao.

He remembered that Yuan Sihao liked Xiao music and taught one of his own music to his master.

He was fortunate enough to hear the master blow it. That tune, like hearing Xianle ears temporarily ringing.

One song is complete.

Slight applause rang out.

The **** classmate stepped off the stage in embarrassment.

"Do you know what the former Bangzi Country exchange student is talking about?" Du Yuanbai suddenly approached Qi Linqing angrily.

Qi Linqing: "Huh? I don't know." He doesn't know much about the Korean language.

Du Yuanbai: "Thanks to the fact that I usually watch a lot of Korean dramas and understand some. They are laughing at our traditional Chinese culture!"

Qi Linqing frowned and said, "You can talk more about it."

Du Yuanbai looked around for a while and lowered his voice: "One of them can calligraphy, he seems to be the son of some master. When you come on stage, they want that person to write up too, let us see the calligraphy of Bangzi country. How powerful is it."

Qi Linqing lowered his eyes to hide the dark color.

He tapped his knees with the back of his fingers, feeling a little gloomy in his heart. When was a small country like Korea who worshipped Datang and dared not even utter a fart.

But now, it is so arrogant?

Qi Linqing thought that although he didn't have much abilities, he would never admit defeat in the aspect of raising one's own prestige.

Time passed slowly.

The host on the stage called his name: "Let’s please, classmate Qi from Class 18 of the second year of high school will come on stage to perform a live calligraphy show for us!"

Qi Linqing stood up and walked to the steps.

The junior high school students present all looked at him and whispered.

Volunteers lifted the table and pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the stage.

Qi Linqing stepped forward and asked them to stop.

The volunteer was puzzled, "Classmate, how can you write without a desk?"

Qi Linqing did not explain, but took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and slowly walked onto the stage.

He asked two volunteers to stand on both sides, holding the left and right ends of the rice paper.

In this way, this snow-white life announcement is like a ghost floating in the air.

Everyone in the audience was stunned when they saw it.

Especially those young people from Bangzi Country suddenly realized what kind of deceptive behavior this was a great reward.

Qi Linqing rolled his sleeves, holding a pen and dipping ink. With quick eyesight and quick hands, he calmly began to write on this piece of paper hanging in the air.

The people in the audience can't see clearly for the time being. The two volunteers next to him saw it clearly.

His calligraphy and strokes are continuous, running freely, like a wild horse running wildly on the grassland. Even if they didn't know much about calligraphy, they couldn't turn their eyes away, and they were amazed in their hearts.

No wonder people can win prizes in provincial competitions. This powerful strength that came from hand is really not covered.

The students in the audience thought Qi Linqing was performing.

Directly at his face, there was a lot of excitement screaming from the girls.

After finishing writing, Qi Linqing put down his pen.

The junior high school students in the audience applauded with face.

Even if you don't know how he wrote it yet, you must have it in front of you.

The volunteers trembling hands turned the paper over and exposed it to the audience.

Everyone got up and saw it, and the applause was even greater.

The two American students don't know why. They do not have an appreciation of Chinese calligraphy.

But the blond man and Bo Dang looked at the young man walking down slowly, but their throats rolled unconsciously.

They have no sense of calligraphy, but they can appreciate each other's handsome face that transcends the aesthetics of eastern and western borders.

Park Yongan glanced at it and saw a group of black connected on the piece of paper, and immediately laughed and said:

"What did he write about?"

"Shut up!" Jin Yuzhe's chest heaved violently, with an unbelievable expression.

Park Yongan was stunned, "You..." Are you murdering me?

Jin Yuzhe never thought that he would witness this long-lost painting skill in a high school in China.

In a hurry, he jumped out of his home dialect: "This is called painting on floating paper! It is also called painting on suspended pen..."

Looking at the whole stick country, only his father can. Why does it appear here?

Jin Yuzhe rubbed his eyes again subconsciously, and he reasonably suspected that his dazzling vision had caused the illusion.

Park Yongan is even more puzzled, "He is writing calligraphy, but he is not painting."

Jin Yuzhe growled in annoyance: "Are you a fool? This shows that he has learned and applied this skill to life, from painting to calligraphy! Besides, calligraphy and painting are a family..."

Park Yongan understood what Jin Woo-cheol meant. He wanted to say that the other party was also quite good.

"It's okay." Park Yongan thought for a while, and comforted: "Your calligraphy is taught by Master Jin, and it will definitely crush him."

Jin Yuzhe: "..."

He felt unable to communicate with Park Yongan.

"No wonder my father told me not to underestimate Chinese people..." Jin Yuzhe murmured.

The crazy grass that the other party wrote just now is probably a height that he can never reach.

At this time, the teacher came over and asked him to come on stage to prepare.

Jin Yuzhe refused without even thinking about it.

He shouldn't be the clown in the spotlight.

"Why didn't you go? Didn't you say that you want them to see our calligraphy?" Someone couldn't help but ask.

Jin Yuzhe: "...His calligraphy level should be about the same as my dad. The paper he used just now for painting, my dad originally planned to apply for the heritage this year."

The youths of several other stick countries were dumbfounded when they heard the words.

The deceptive behavior that they thought was a great reward, but they exposed their ignorance.

Is China Land so Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon?

Even a high school student in a small district can compare to a calligraphy master in their country...

"He persuaded him, he didn't dare to play." Du Yuanbai was almost laughing to death.

Sure enough, these people are just clouds in front of the French picture of Qi's invincible book.

The welcome party ended, the lights dimmed, and the crowd gradually disappeared.

Du Yuanbai looked back, but saw that the figure who was supposed to be sitting next to him disappeared at some point.

…

Outside the court, the twilight is all four.

Zhong Chen stepped out of the threshold, raised his eyes, and called out: "Hey."

He was dressed in a dim sunset and sat on the concrete steps with his back turned. It is like a piece of wood, firmly rooted there.

Hearing the sound, Qi Linqing turned his head and glanced at Zhong Chen.

The gaze was quiet and deep, and it was a little sad.

Zhong Chen paused, and suddenly he noticed a strange sense of alienation from the opponent. It's as if... they are all the same, incompatible with this world.

"What's the matter with you?" He walked over and sat down beside Qi Linqing.

Qi Lin said lightly: "It's nothing."

Zhong Chen: "Bullshit."

Qi Linqing looked sideways, and the brilliance falling from the eaves plated a shallow golden light on the young man's head.

He opened his mouth, and the bad emotions buried in his heart rolled out unconsciously:

"Chinese painting is lonely here."

Although he won the Goryeo, Qi Linqing was not too happy.

He knew he would never go back. Once the prosperous cultural dynasty.

It is rare for Qi Linqing to reveal his inner fragility.

Even if he goes through ups and downs again and crosses a thousand years to the modern age, he is still only a young man in his twenties.

Sometimes, the calm appearance is the protective color that hides the turbulent inner tide.

He will be sad and annoyed at his frustration. I don't know what year tonight.

Qi Linqing wondered in confusion, why did he come here?

However, Zhong Chen's heart shook, and his suspicion was like a wild weed, piercing his heart.

here? He sensitively caught this inappropriate word in the other party's words.

Yes it is. None of them are from this era.

"you-"

"You are not the real Qi Linqing."

Zhong Chen stared at the opponent's face closely, not missing the trace of astonishment that passed through his eyes.

But Qi Linqing calmed down almost in the next second, and her voice was flat without any ups and downs:

"I do not know what you're talking about."

He knew very well that it would not be a good thing to be told that he was from ancient times.

It is even very likely to lead to annihilation.

Zhong Chen pointedly pointed out: "You are not the same as before."

Qi Linqing's eyelids twitched slightly, and calmly moved his gaze away from Zhong Chen.

"You know again? Classmate Zhong, it seems that I haven't had much contact with you before, right?" His voice was a little cold.

If Zhong Chen hadn't noticed the slight sarcasm in the other's tone, then his former national teacher career would have been in vain.

Old fox.

Zhong Chen cursed inwardly.

He didn't want to be stunned, so he didn't ask any more questions.

"I'm just kidding." Zhong Chen stood up nonchalantly and patted the dust on his buttocks.

He looked back at the boy's stern face and smiled slightly:

"Don't take it seriously."

H City, Provincial Painting and Calligraphy Association.

Mr. Xu received an email from Tang Shaoyue.

[Compilation of several lost painting techniques contributed by classmate Qi.doc]

With shaking hands, he opened the document with the help of his assistant. His eyes scanned the words on the screen, but his eyes were wet with tears unknowingly.

In today's era, Chinese painting is indeed at sunset.

It can even be evaluated with the word "very bad", and the whole army was completely wiped out. It is impossible to single out a few representative painters.

Huaxia Art Education has turned painting into a shortcut to the college entrance examination.

Even neighboring countries, sticks, and cherry blossoms have faintly surpassed the cultural achievements of traditional Chinese painting.

Under this circumstance, these kinds of painting methods can be described as giving charity in the snow.

The landline phone rang.

The assistant picked up the connection, and quickly hung up.

He looked back at Mr. Xu with an awkward expression: "It's the person below again, complaining and questioning why the missing three-dimensional technique was named after the child."

In fact, even the assistant has some doubts in his heart. General naming rights are rights that can only be exercised by creators.

This boy who has just turned 18 years old, he just moved his lips to contribute.

It's not his original creation.

Why?

"You don't understand." Mr. Xu shook his head and said: "We can't make that child feel chilled."

"The child's master has long since passed away, and he has not even left a given name. His master hid the painting method and did not teach it, but now he is willing to contribute generously. Do you know the significance of this?"

Assistant: "I don't know."

Mr. Xu utterly said: "If he is unwilling to hand over the technique, we have no way to learn it! At that time, he will be able to become famous in one fell swoop by relying on his exclusive painting technique, and then accept disciples and become famous in the world..."

This is also the practice of many so-called masters of traditional Chinese painting.

Mr. Xu asked himself, if he had these skills that were enough to hold the bottom of the box, he would not dare to hand it over so casually.

That's why he admires Qi Linqing so much.

He has such a broad mind at a young age, which is by no means ordinary.

Seeing the assistant opened his mouth slightly in shock, Mr. Xu sighed slightly:

"So I say he deserves this honor."

later.

People from the Painting and Calligraphy Association of Z Province received the notice.

The young man who provided Linqing's painting method will continue to contribute to the lost painting method.

The painting method this time is still the famous skill of painting Saint Fu Yi! Such as white painting, divine color halo and so on.

What can't be said is that this young man made up for a huge vacancy in the history of Chinese painting.

As soon as the news came out, these people who originally opposed his naming rights suddenly dared not say anything.

…

Huaxia Academy of Fine Arts, Chinese Painting Department Building.

Today is Professor Yan's Chinese painting history class.

The classroom was quiet, only the sound of chalk grazing the blackboard and students rustling notes.

Yan Jiade put down the chalk, clapped his hands, and turned around.

His wrinkled face was full of enthusiasm, and his loud voice echoed in the classroom:

"Fu Yi's life was mainly engaged in the creation of landscape paintings. The subjects were very rich. He also worked on religious murals. He was also exquisite in flowers, birds, bridges, and houses. Of course, this is just a legend. His paintings are too few in the world to prove it. ."

"But then the well-known painter Zhang Miaoyuan once wrote such words in his memoirs to praise him.

"Including Liang Luoduan, the national teacher of the same generation, but also repeatedly mentioned Fu Yi's legend."

"Even though Fu Yi was born in grassroots, he was even so downhearted that he lived on the brothel-run brush, but it was this bumpy experience that created his brilliance in the history of Chinese painting..."

Yan Jiade unscrewed the cup, took a sip, cleared his throat and said: "Today's class is over here, you can ask any questions you have now."

A certain female student raised her hand, weak and weak: "Professor Yan, have you ever thought that Fu Yi is very pitiful."

Yan Jiade frowned, "What are you talking about?"

The female student sniffed, with a sentimental tone: "Fu Yi had such a miserable life and became famous after his death, but he didn't even know..."

Yan Jiade had a rare humorous sentence: "Don't worry about it, people must know it under Jiuquan."

Everyone: "..."

Haha, that's a sneer joke.

The National Ink Cup Chinese Painting Competition was held in the capital city B.

The People's Daily made a report specifically for this competition:

[Promote the essence of China's national quintessence, outstanding young people from various provinces are competing for the boat! Society needs this kind of competition, and it needs such young talents who delve into traditional culture. Let our art career be thriving and vigorous! Stay tuned, who will win the final champion...]

All the young elites from various provinces went to participate in this competition.

Traditional Chinese painting pays attention to inheritance. Looking around, the contestants are almost all children from family education.

There are the juniors of the well-known master of Chinese painting Yu Jinghuan, and the grandson of the Chinese-American Professor Gao Liangji.

Some teenagers look familiar. They may have been on the news before, and some have already won the previous Mexico Cup National Championships.

Yan Jiade looked at the young people who were waiting outside, and said, "This competition is very competitive."

"Indeed." The judge next to him echoed: "Maybe it's because of the high bonus this year. The first place has 200,000 yuan."

Yan Jiade: "I see that the second prize is also good. That antique brush is said to have been used by the national teacher Liang Luoduan."

Judges: "Really?"

Yan Jiade stretched out his hands and said helplessly: "I can't show evidence from the records of wild history. There are those who believe and those who don't."

During their chat, the national competition has officially started.

Qi Linqing stood outside the door holding his ID card and moved forward slowly in the order of the team.

He secretly told himself that this time he must take a good measure and get second place.

Yes. Qi Linqing is not interested in the first prize of 200,000 yuan.

What he wanted, including his first thoughts of participating in the ink cup, was nothing but an old brush from beginning to end.

"Are you the champion of Province Z?" someone accosted him.

Qi Linqing tilted his head and nodded when he saw the young boy making noise next to him.

Yu Lai raised a smile and said, "I'm from Province Y. I'm glad to meet you."

Qi Linqing: "Hello."

Yu Lai recognized the person in front of him from a distance just now.

Who made Qi Linqing born tall and upright? He stands out from the crowd.

Waiting in line for a long time, the two chatted for a while.

Qi Linqing learned that Yu Lai was the nephew of Yu Jinghuan, a master of modern Chinese painting, with extraordinary strength.

He thought for a moment and asked, "Can you get the first place?"

Yu Lai smiled and said, "Maybe, I can't guarantee it, but I think the opportunity is quite big."

Yu Lai doesn't think Qi Linqing will become his competitor. He had learned about each other on the Internet. How could a true young master from a rural background be comparable to the calligraphic instruction he had received from Uncle Yu since he was a child?

It is precisely because of this that Yu Lai chose to strike up a conversation with Linqing.

Only rivals who do not have competing interests can become friends.

Upon hearing this, Qi Linqing secretly looked forward to waiting to sit next to Yu Lai. In this way, I can refer to the other party's paintings and lower my level.

Otherwise, he is afraid that he cannot control the scale.

It's easy to draw, no matter the extreme or the extreme.

However, it is difficult to deal with the situation where it is not up to date.

After waiting for the location table to come out, Qi Linqing realized that he was actually in the lower left corner of Lai, and his expression was slightly loose.

He stabilized his mind and strode into the arena.

And the other side.

Gao Taiqing is also bound to win the championship.

There are also Wang Lin, Gan Yishan and others who have won previous Ink Cup awards...

It is inevitable for people of the same age to be so proud of themselves, and everyone is implicitly hostile to each other.

In this situation, Qi Linqing was completely ignored by them.

No one thinks that this handsome boy who is about to go to the entertainment industry in the future can pose any threat to them.

The topic of this competition is [Landscape Painting].

When Qi Linqing first knew it, he was a little bit startled. A coincidence of destiny, it happened to pick the subject he is best at.

On stage.

The judges were all murmured in their hearts.

Isn't it because the main judge of this competition is Yan Jiade? He regarded Fu Yi as a god, and he was going crazy to study this painting saint.

Yan Jiade even singled out the progress of the Renaissance in the history of modern landscape painting.

Anyway, as long as he is there, there is bound to be a wave of landscape painting.

As last time, the organizers of the competition distributed the same drawing tools to everyone.

It's just that the quality of the painting tools is better than the provincial competition, and there is a pen stand.

Qi Linqing spread out the paper, studied the ink, and carefully checked the brush for any omissions.

After finishing the preparatory work, he subconsciously glanced at Yu Lai on the left front.

Convenience is his own control group.

Yu Lai had already immersed himself in drawing.

The difficulty of the national competition is extraordinary, although there is no time limit, but everyone defaults