After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

Because of the natural star face and tattoos on his arms, Cai Ji almost recognized Zhong Chen at a glance.

The news that the other party and Qi Linqing jointly participated in "Tang Yue Fengyun" was so popular that their cp fans have already formed a super chat.

But Cai Ji feels that with his cousin's personality, he probably wouldn't really fall in love with Zhong Chen.

It's probably just a misunderstanding by netizens.

Zhong Chen looked at him, frowned, and asked, "Who are you?"

The strong hostility almost turned into a real cold air rushing towards his face.

It was obviously midsummer in the dormant period, but Cai Ji felt a icy cold, and subconsciously raised his hand to tighten the bath towel.

He opened his mouth and was about to answer.

The housekeeper rushed over after hearing the sound, and seeing his embarrassed appearance, he hurriedly bent over to apologize:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll go up now to help you check the bathroom."

The butler’s attitude is so respectful? It's almost like treating the male host of the house.

Zhong Chen instinctively sensed the danger.

Cai Jichao said to the housekeeper: "Okay, thank you."

He also felt that his current appearance was not suitable for appearing in front of a stranger, turning around and whispering to Zhong Chen:

"Hello, my name is Cai Ji, and I am Qi Linqing's younger brother."

As soon as Zhong Chen raised his eyelids, he almost wrinkled into a ball.

younger brother?

He had never heard of a younger brother in the Qi family, and he never mentioned it in the book.

Is it the kind of good brother who is recruited from outside?

As soon as this idea emerged, it started to ignite, and the more it burned, the more dangerous it became.

Zhong Chen's lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, and his heart was more like an overturned sauce bottle, with mixed flavors.

Last week, he was still worried about being too deep and deliberately staying away, keeping his distance from each other.

This was indeed effective, and after a short heartbeat passed, he slowly calmed down.

However, at the moment when he saw the young man wearing a bathrobe and even ambiguous marks on his neck, Zhong Chen felt that the string of reason in his mind was completely broken.

He finally understood that he liked Qi Linqing.

Even if he still couldn't fully confirm that the other party was the master, he liked him.

The butler looked at him sideways from the stairs and apologized: "Young Master Zhong, can you sit down for a while?"

"I want to go to the basement. Where do you go to the basement here?" Zhong Chen asked.

The butler pointed to the door to the basement.

"Thanks."

Zhong Chen took the bag off and put it on the ground, opened the door and walked down the dim staircase.

Recently, it has been rainy, and the basement has inevitably some damp water vapor.

He happened to see Qi Linqing painting when he walked in.

The other party wore white linen home clothes with loose styles, and half of his white arms were exposed under the rolled up sleeves.

Qi Linqing stood at the New Chinese Eight Immortals table, dipping in ink and swiping his pen. The profile of his face with his head down and his eyes dazzled with the light falling from the top of his head, showing a warm tone like jade.

This scene reminded Zhong Chen of a sunset oil painting that the other party had painted without beginning and end.

The texture of the two is very similar.

Hearing the noise, Qi Linqing raised his head to look at him, a trace of stunned glazed brown pupils:

"How did you come?"

Zhong Chen came closer and said, "I'll give you a book. Didn't you want to read Mr. Mingyue's ancient books last time?"

Qi Linqing recalled it in his mind, but didn't think of it for a long time.

He only remembered that he might have mentioned Mr. Mingyue to Zhong Chen when chatting, but he didn't say that he wanted to read Mingyue's ancient books. This Mingyue is a small poet and writer of the Tang Dynasty. His works are not much handed down, and the ancient books on the market are very precious nowadays.

"I don't remember." He said.

Zhong Chen moved a few steps closer, looked up at him, and sighed: "Did you forget? I'm still thinking about it."

Qi Linqing frowned, thinking that he might have forgotten it.

He raised his wrist to look at his watch and said, "Why don't you just stay here for dinner?"

Zhong Chen: "Okay."

Qi Linqing put down the pen, packed up the items on the table, and followed him out.

"By the way, I just saw a boy in a bathrobe in the living room. He said it was your brother, is it true?" Zhong Chen pretended to test nonchalantly.

"Yeah." Qi Linqing said: "He is my cousin in the country before."

Zhong Chen: "..."

After walking into this world, he was automatically transferred to his mind the content of the novel called "The Fake Master and the Movie King Married First, Love Later".

But he only remembered the general plot about himself, and didn't know the other details.

In fact, he had already guessed this possibility in his heart.

Now that he heard what the other party said with his own ears, Zhong Chen subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, it was a misunderstanding.

How can Qi Linqing's old-fashioned character secretly raise a little lover?

He turned his head to look at the person beside him, and suddenly smiled.

Qi Linqing: "What are you laughing at?"

Zhong Chen: "Laugh at my own stupidity."

Qi Linqing: "?"

At the dinner table, Cai Ji noticed that Zhong Chen was more amiable to himself, and even served him some food.

It seems that they are different from just now.

"No, no more." He waved his hand timidly and said, "You can clip it to Brother Qi, I'm enough."

Zhong Chen smiled slightly and said in a gentle tone: "It's okay, you eat more."

The attitude of the other party is very kind, but the ferocious temperament that belongs to the elder brother, but it can't get rid of it.

Cai Ji didn't dare to look at Zhong Chen more, burying his head in the rice.

Zhong Chen: "You just came to City B, is there anything you are not used to? I will take you out to play tomorrow?"

Where did Cai Ji dare to agree, and quickly shook his head to refuse. In his opinion, people like Zhong Chen are like the nobles of TV series, unattainable. He remembered the last time he accidentally saw a post about the other party's family history on the Internet, with a property worth more than a dozen trillions, which made him stunned.

I heard that the Zhong family is richer than the Qi family.

"It's quite accustomed...I want to buy a bottle of toilet water." Cai Ji couldn't help but scratched his neck, and said, "I was itchy by mosquitoes on the train in the afternoon."

Zhong Chen looked at the red marks on his neck, and the corners of his mouth rose.

It turned out to be bitten by a mosquito.

"I'll let the butler buy it for you later." Qi Linqing said.

"Thank you brother." Cai Ji thanked again.

When he finished eating, Zhong Chen gave Qi Linqing the book and prepared to leave.

When he came to Qi Linqing this time, there was nothing important at first, but suddenly he wanted to come to the other party, so he thought about a reason.

Qi Linqing did not tell him that he wanted to read Mr. Mingyue's ancient books.

It's purely made up by him.

Qi Linqing glanced at the dark gray sky outside the window, got up and went to the hallway to take a black umbrella, and said:

"I'll see you off, it's going to rain outside."

Zhong Chen: "Oh."

The two went to the gate of the yard and opened the door.

Zhong Chen is still chatting with Qi Linqing: "I want to get another tattoo."

This half-arm blue dragon tattoo of the original owner belongs to the old traditional Japanese style, that is, the style commonly used by the Sakura Island Heishihui Yamaguchi group. At first glance, it is very intimidating. But the age of his stabbing may be too young, coupled with being pitted, and the level of the tattooist is average, so it does not look very beautiful.

Qi Linqing: "Can it be washed off?"

Zhong Chen had just consulted with a tattooist, and shook his head and said, "No, the area is too big, so I can only cover it with another picture."

Qi Linqing: "You can paint by yourself."

"I say."

Zhong Chen turned his head and looked at him, "If I say, let you design for me?"

Qi Linqing was startled, and opened his mouth slightly before he could answer.

A black luxury car has been parked there.

Zhong Chen took the umbrella and put it away, opened the car door, turned and waved to him:

"Don't worry about answering, it doesn't matter if you don't want to."

"goodbye."

Qi Linqing: "Well, you go home early."

boom.

Zhong Chen got in and closed the car door.

The rain is getting heavier.

Qi Linqing also turned back to the house.

not far away.

Qi Lele, who had just walked out to relax, accidentally ran into this scene with a stunned expression.

How does he feel that the person who got in the car just now looked like Zhong Chen?

the other side.

After returning home, Zhong Chen was in a good mood and sat out in front of the computer after taking a shower.

He received a message from Gu Demao on WeChat:

[Brother Zhong, big news! The last time you asked me to inquire about it came to fruition. ]

Zhong Chen: [? ]

Gu Demao: [You said last time that you wanted to collect ancient paintings by Fu Yi and Yuan Sihao. I just heard my dad say that an international auction will be held in Alaska in the second half of the year, and there will be a long-lost famous painting by Fu Yi. ]

Zhong Chen: ["Ten Thousand Miles of Landscape"? This painting is clearly in the Palace Museum]

There can never be a thief brave enough to steal the famous paintings of the Palace Museum and ship them abroad for sale, right?

Gu Demao: [No. Although it is said that Fu Yi's work has been handed down to the world is the "Wan Li", but it is not the case. It is recorded in history that Fu Yi also has famous paintings such as "Luhua Dongyue Lake" and "Spring Mountain Ruisong Tu", but they disappeared during the war era of the Republic of China. Many people have speculated whether it was taken into foreign countries during the Eight-Power Allied Forces, and now it is true. ]

[Now more than a hundred years have passed, foreign auction houses must have seen the limelight before daring to take out his paintings. ]

Fu Yi's paintings are national treasure-level protected cultural relics in China.

"Ten Thousand Miles of Landscapes" is rare and not well-completed, which has caused the regret of countless people in the country.

If the reappearance of Fu Yiming's work abroad makes news, there will definitely be many bigwigs who are thirsty by all means. Hope to take pictures.

Zhong Chen stared at the phone screen, his eyes faint.

Of course he knew what Gu Demao said about "Luhua Dongyue Lake" and "Spring Mountain Ruisong Tu".

He had seen these two paintings with his own eyes.

Zhong Chen: [How much do you think it will cost]

Gu Demao: [Young Master Zhong, you don't really want to buy it, do you? ! ]

Zhong Chen: [Hmm]

Gu Demao: [This kind of auction, even to international disputes, should start at hundreds of millions of dollars. Will your parents agree to it? Besides, Fu Yi's paintings have long been invaluable, and I believe that the country will definitely take them back. ]

[In the past two years, a gold monkey statue was also flown abroad, and the state finally spent 50 million U.S. dollars. ]

Fifty million U.S. dollars, Fu Yi's paintings are definitely higher than this price.

Although Gu Demao knew that the Zhong family was very rich. But as long as Zhong's father and Zhong's mother were a bit sensible, he would definitely not spend such a large sum of money to make Zhong Chen mess around.

Zhong Chen: [I get it]

In fact, if this painting is finally taken by the country and accepted into the museum, Zhong Chen doesn't matter. He also hopes that Master's paintings will be admired by more people in the world.

But what if the country did not take it?

Zhong Chen could not accept Master's paintings flowing into the hands of others, even foreigners.

He put his cell phone aside and continued to operate the computer stock market.

He needs a backup plan.

At all times, Zhong Chen knows the importance of money.

Gu Demao: [Brother Zhong, think about it again]

He had never seen Zhong Chen so passionate about ancient paintings before.

Zhong Chen: [Don't worry, if I can buy it, I will definitely donate it to the country]

Gu Demao: [...Alright]

It turned out that he was actually smaller.

National Heritage Institute.

In the conference room, several big men from various museums are having a meeting.

The director sitting in the first place looked serious and said:

"The latest news is that in the next six months, Alaska will auction Fu Yi’s lost "Luhua Dongyue Lake". I have already declared the funds to the state. But the above said that the funds allocated this time will not exceed 200 million at most. I want to be sure that the auction is not enough. ."

All the people present were calm.

China’s national treasure, being in the hands of other countries for historical reasons, really makes them feel uncomfortable.

Mr. Zhao Lao, the director of the Northwest Museum, is even more troubled by this.

In history, Fu Yi traveled south and north, and once left a mural in the northwest.

In the past few years, technology was not as advanced as it is now. The moment the mural was unearthed, it oxidized and lost its color and turned into nothingness.

Mr. Zhao was present at the time and was fortunate to have witnessed the scene hidden under the ground without seeing light.

A faint yellow miner's lamp illuminates the mural.

It is so shining, lifelike and informative, it seems to eclipse everything in the world.

At that time, everyone who witnessed the mural held their breath.

For fear of disturbing its quiet excitement.

Mr. Zhao stood up at the table and cursed: "What's going on up there! How can such a national treasure be kept watched by other countries!"

It is precisely because he has seen the great art created by the painting saint Fu Yi that Mr. Zhao is so unwilling.

The director's eyes darkened, and he was obviously helpless.

"I will try my best to negotiate with the above, and at the same time, we will also work together to raise funds together." He said.

Zuo Shuyuan from Hangzhou Museum sighed and said:

"Several billions of funds, where is so easy to raise."

"That's right, those foreigners are much richer than us." Another big boss agreed.

I haven't seen the lipstick Guochao hot pot restaurant around the Palace Museum. It looks hot, but I don't know that it will be several hundred years before the actual income reaches this number.

Dean Nancheng thought for a moment, and said, "Can we use public opinion?"

Just like the monkey statue gold incident a few years ago, it was precisely because of the hot search that caused a lot of public outrage, and the above ordered it to be photographed and taken back to China at any cost.

"You can try." Zuo Shu nodded.

Mr. Zhao: "By the way, didn't it say that we were going to discuss the issue of receiving the pen for "Ten Thousand Miles of Landscapes" last time? It's better to disclose it to the media together."

Director: "We are still not completely sure whether to take over the pen."

This matter is currently showing polarized opinions in the museum.

Conservatives believe that the original paintings should be preserved, even if "Ten Thousand Miles of Landscapes" is not completed, it is Fu Yi's painstaking efforts after all. Apart from his reincarnation, no one has the qualifications to change it, otherwise it would be ruined.

Some younger people have been influenced by foreign ideas and believe that it is very important to take over the restoration of cultural relics.

For example, it is the same reason that Notre Dame de Paris was burned before, and France was rebuilt and rebuilt.

As soon as this remark came out, the conference room was really arguing over whether or not to write the "Ten Thousand Miles of Landscape".

The next day.

According to what Qi Linqing said, he planned to take Cai Ji out for a stroll.

Cai Ji came to City B for the first time. In fact, he was very curious about the city, but he didn't dare to speak out.

Now he heard Qi Linqing want to take him out to play, his face couldn't contain the excitement and gratitude.

"Come down after you change your clothes." Qi Linqing chuckled.

Cai Ji quickly went upstairs and changed into his best clothes.

Then he followed Qi Linqing into the car, but saw an unexpectedly familiar figure in the car.

"Brother Zhong, are you here too?" He subconsciously wanted to step back.

Zhong Chen crossed his legs and looked up at him and said, "Didn't I say that last night? I want to take you out to play."

Cai Ji: "..."

What's going on with some cold back inexplicably.

Qi Linqing supported him in time, and said intimately, "Sit in the passenger seat."

Cai Jiru received the amnesty, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and quickly sat in the front seat.

Zhong Chen touched his face and said to himself: "Am I so scary?"

Qi Linqing: "It may be because of your tattoo."

Zhong Chen sighed, "Qinglong may indeed not suit me."

Qi Linqing nodded, "Yes."

Zhong Chen looked at him and asked, "Then what do you think I am suitable for?"

Qi Linqing thought for a while and said, "Phoenix."

Zhong Chen: "...I am a man."

Qi Linqing: "There are also male phoenixes."

Zhong Chen: "?"

He is ignorant.

"Then you can design one for me another day."

"Yes, when I'm not busy."

...

Qi Linqing didn't know what was interesting in City B.

In this respect, Zhong Chen is an expert. He led Cai Ji to the famous local amusement park first. He took a roller coaster and a wooden carriage. He bought VIP tickets all the way without queuing, and had a great time without any obstacles.

Qi Linqing didn't sit down, bought a drink and marshmallows and sat on the bench below to wait for them.

On a hot day, he also wore a mask and a hat to avoid being recognized by passers-by.

"We're going to play the jumping machine later, aren't you going too?" Zhong Chen asked him.

Qi Linqing shook his head and said, "I'm afraid of heights."

"Oh, it's okay, why don't you go to the restaurant and wait for us, there is no sun." Zhong Chen pointed to the back.

Everyone has something to fear, just as he is afraid of snakes and thunder. He understands.

Cai Ji's expression is a bit strange.

Is Qi Linqing afraid of heights?

How did he remember that he used to climb trees and pick bird eggs with each other, and walked over the suspension bridge road on the top of the cliff.

Children who grew up in the mountains are generally not afraid of heights.

The author has something to say: Why do readers comment on my emotional drama before, but now someone wants to watch it? !

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