After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

After the two local guides left, two rooms were vacated in the camp. Originally, it was allocated to the staff, but now because of Lin Xichen's arrival, Chen Zhongxiang asked him to quickly vacate a room for the old gentleman.

"If you have anything missing, just call me directly, or call the waiter at this camp, Mingshan." Chen Zhongxiang said.

Lin Xichen nodded, the pleats on her face wrinkled together with a smile: "Okay, I'm sorry to trouble you."

After Chen Zhongxiang left, the door was closed.

The smile on his face also disappeared, and he slowly sat on the bed with a cane.

Lin Xichen remembered a few words that Chen Zhongxiang had accidentally mentioned to herself in the afternoon.

"The room you live in was previously used by two local guides we invited to live in. The environment is very good and clean..."

"I heard that you are from the South?"

"The two local guides are said to be the inheritors of the Southern School."

"Originally, only they knew about the site of Fu Yi's fresco cave. Later I gave the money and they sold it to me. It's tens of thousands of dollars, and I didn't apply to the state to directly pay them out of funds..."

His face turned darker, he threw his crutches to the ground fiercely, and yelled:

"This group of southern moths!"

He even dared to betray his ancestors for mere money.

Fortunately, it was discovered by the national archaeological team. If they sell the address to foreigners or antique dealers... the consequences are simply disastrous.

Lin Xichen was trembling with anger, picked up the phone, and dialed a number noted as "Weiguo".

He angrily told the other party about it.

"The Southern faction really needs to be cleaned up now," the other party said.

After the founding of the People’s Republic of China, the mysterious and low-key Southern School of Guoxue was severely split for some reason.

Some people, like Mr. Lin Xichen, still abide by the rules left by their ancestors, and keep themselves safe.

Another group of people, after seeing the huge black market of China Antiques, secretly colluded with foreign forces and began to counterfeit antiques.

There are even some people...like the two local guides who sold Fu Yi's Dunhuang fresco sites for money. They were in a remote location and had long been disconnected from the headquarters. Although they have inheritance, the layout is too small.

Lin Xichen: "By the way, I saw a very special young man today. I suspect that he may carry an unknown southern heritage in his body..."

After the love affair between Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen was announced on the Internet, Tanggula suffered the most.

Before he could deceive himself, the two were not together, maybe he still had a chance.

But now, this last gleam of hope has also disappeared.

For two days, Tangula was drunk in the camp until late at night.

But he drinks very badly, and often gets drunk unconscious with just a few bottles of beer.

Both Gan Yishan and Ye Runan said they could not understand.

Gan Yishan: "You can find another partner when you go to college, so why hang yourself on this tree in Qi Linqing."

Tangula smiled bitterly, "I know."

He just wasn't reconciled.

Ye Runan glanced at him twice and persuaded: "Give up, you go and look in the mirror to see if you can compare to Zhong Chen?"

Tangula: "..."

Heartbroken.

Due to the high efficiency of the cooperation between Qi Linqing and the experts, the restoration of the murals has come to an end in less than half a month.

Although there are still a lot of details to spend time sculpting, but he doesn't need to stay here anymore.

A few people cleaned up, ready to buy tickets back to City B.

During the period in the Dunhuang Desert, Qi Linqing tanned a lot.

The original owner's face, which was originally fair and handsome, has gradually faded from its childishness and grace, becoming more angular.

Qi Linqing didn't care about it. He doesn't really care about looks.

However, Zhong Chen felt very distressed. He bought high-end men's skin care products and told Qi Linqing to use them, and even urged him to apply a facial mask every night.

At first, Qi Linqing tried to refuse: "No, what kind of mask should I put on a big man..."

Zhong Chen glared at him and patted the mask paper on his face without any doubt.

"It's the 21st century now. Don't always look like a fool who can't keep up with the times."

Hearing this, Qi Linqing stopped struggling immediately.

After all, Zhong Chen had suspected that he was a traverser before. He must guard his identity as a modern man.

Qi Linqing thought that he must keep up with the trend of the times and not fall behind.

Zhong Chen stuffed him a bottle of sunscreen again, saying: "Remember to wipe it when you go out every day from now on."

Qi Linqing silently took it, and silently stuffed it into the bag.

After he finished applying the mask, Zhong Chen urged him to wash his face in the bathroom and apply lotion, cream, etc. in order.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Qi Linqing couldn't feel any difference at all.

Zhong Chen sighed, "If you get too dark, you won't look so good."

This sentence is just Zhong Chen's unintentional words.

He is now in the internet celebrity circle, and he is also accustomed to the aesthetics of Chinese people who like white skin.

But it fell in Qi Linqing's ears, but it was a bit strange.

As for why Zhong Chen liked him differently from the book, he didn't ask it directly, but he thought about it many times in his heart.

The safest answer is [Butterfly Effect].

Qi Linqing once read this term from a book, which means that in a system, small changes in the initial conditions can drive a huge long-term chain reaction of the entire system.

In other words, because of his journey, the world in this book has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The protagonist of the book, Qi Lele, did not develop into an international superstar according to the plot. Even now his career is still going downhill.

But the fiancé and elder brother, who had loved him so much, are now leaving him, sober.

Thinking about it this way, it's normal for Zhong Chen, who was originally Qi Lele to lick the dog, will turn to like herself.

Qi Linqing has always used this to convince himself.

But now, looking at the handsome face in the mirror, his heart sinks slightly.

Qi Linqing suddenly realized a possibility.

What if... Zhong Chen fell in love with the original owner because of his beautiful appearance?

It was like a small seedling coming out of the soil. Once this idea appeared, it temporarily occupied Qi Linqing's brain instead of painting.

He doesn't have any experience in falling in love, because Zhong Chen is the person he likes for the first time in his life.

On the return flight, Qi Linqing put his chin on, still pondering this dialectical question seriously.

If Zhong Chen likes him because of the original owner's face, it means that the person Zhong Chen likes is actually the original owner.

And he is not the original owner. He is just an ancient person occupying the body of the original owner.

He didn't look good in his previous life, and his appearance was ordinary and completely obscure.

So, finally came to the result.

He and Zhong Chen should not be together.

The stewardess pushed the dining car past their seats, with a professional grin on her face, and asked cordially: "Sir, would you like something to drink?"

Zhong Chen: "Thank you for a glass of ice-cola."

The stewardess took out the Coke from the freezer underneath, plugged in a straw and handed it to Zhong Chen.

Zhong Chen took a sip and narrowed his eyes contentedly.

He touched the person next to him with his elbow and said, "What do you want to drink?"

Qi Linqing came back to his senses, still with a trace of confusion in his eyes.

"A cup of hot water, thank you." He said.

He was used to drinking hot tea, took out the tea bag from the bag and put it into the cup, and stirred it with a disposable wooden stick.

Qi Linqing was a little stunned by the thick mist coming out.

Zhong Chen looked at him, half-jokingly said: "You look pretty in a daze."

This is a compliment for beauty.

However, at this moment, it was like a sharp blade, piercing Qi Linqing's heart with a whistling sound.

Qi Linqing opened his mouth and spit out with difficulty: "Do you like my face?"

"Of course." Zhong Chen didn't realize that something was wrong, he looked at him in his own eyes, and excitedly said from the perspective of a professional: "Your facial features are super good, and your eyelashes are very long. It will be very photogenic when you appear in the camera."

Qi Linqing: "..."

The original suspicion is now more and more confirmed to be seven to eight.

He leaned back heavily on the back of the chair and drank the tea in the cup like dry wine.

Zhong Chen hurriedly pulled out the tissue and handed it to him: "Are you so thirsty? Be careful, baby, what if you burn your lips."

Zhong Chen's thought was that it would be inconvenient to kiss if his lips were so hot.

In Qi Linqing's view, this sentence is still his care for the original owner's appearance.

He was silent and grabbed the disposable paper cup in his hand.

Zhong Chen thought that Qi Linqing was tired from repairing the mural during this time, so he asked the stewardess for a blanket to cover him and said, "You can sleep well."

"Um."

Qi Linqing closed his eyes in a complicated mood.

When he was almost at his destination, Zhong Chen woke him up.

In fact, he didn't fall asleep at all.

Zhong Chen seemed to think of something, and said, "The variety show of the great Chinese painter, do you think you want to participate? You will be joining the group in a few days."

Qi Linqing has no such thoughts at all now.

He lifted his eyelids and said, "Don't go."

Zhong Chen: "Okay, then, in fact, I still hope you can go."

If Qi Linqing went to participate in this variety show, he would be the youngest tutor of Chinese painting in history.

Once the program is broadcast, it is bound to cause a huge sensation.

Zhong Chen knows that in this era of traffic dominance, it will be very beneficial to his future development.

Qi Linqing: "Then I will go."

Behind them.

"Sure enough, since ancient times, the master listened to the words of his wife the most." Gan Yishan sighed.

Tangula: "...?"

Zhong Chen seemed to feel something, turned his head and glanced back.

Back in City B it was already evening, and the dusk was in harmony.

There was a misty light rain in the sky. The hot and sticky weather is like a slow-crawling poisonous snake in a tropical rain forest.

At the gate of the airport, Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen each waited for the shuttle bus sent by their home.

"Are you going back now?" Zhong Chen pursed his lips.

Qi Linqing: "Well, I still have not finished my painting. I have to go to City H tomorrow."

Chen Zhongxiang introduced a painting by the famous painter Su Ruoyun in the Song Dynasty. He was very interested.

Zhong Chen was a little lost, but still pretended to be fine with a bright smile: "Well, then I won't bother you. Remember to call me when you think about me."

Qi Linqing nodded, "Okay."

He left after speaking. After walking a few steps, I suddenly felt an inexplicable small holding force behind him.

Qi Linqing turned around and found that Zhong Chen was holding a small corner of his clothes.

"Um?"

Zhong Chen looked at him and said, "Does it take you three days to come back when you go to H city?"

Qi Linqing: "How do you know?"

Zhong Chen: "...I was there when you called Professor Chen that day."

Qi Linqing: "I thought you were asleep."

Zhong Chen: "Later you woke up again."

Qi Linqing touched his head and said, "Then I won't bother you next time."

"Leave this alone." Zhong Chen turned his head to see no one around, and quickly dropped a kiss on Qi Linqing's cheek on his tiptoe.

Qi Linqing was startled.

Itching, numbness, and electric shock-like sensations may be less than a second, fleeting.

Zhong Chen pursed his lips, "I can't see each other for three days, I have to charge some interest."

Qi Linqing coughed lightly, "I will be back soon."

"Okay." Zhong Chen blinked and said, "Do you remember the little brother at the camp? He gave us something, which might be available then."

Qi Linqing: "What did he give you?"

Zhong Chen smiled and did not answer directly.

"At that time you will know."

The airport gate is too noisy with people coming and going.

Neither of them paid attention to the "click" sound of the camera.

An hour later, Liang Mingshan also arrived at the B city airport.

It was the first time that he saw such a magnificent modern building in reality and looked around.

After passing a corner, Liang Mingshan saw two people waiting at the exit holding up a sign with his name.

Presumably this is the secretary and driver sent by the owner to pick him up.

The corner of Liang Mingshan's mouth curled up, and he walked up to greet him quickly.

Zhong Chen said that he had found a job for him.

Liang Mingshan thought that he must keep up with his master's pace, so to avoid suspicion, he bought a ticket that was delayed by one hour and flew here from Dunhuang immediately.

"Sir, please go this way." The female secretary stepping on high heels respectfully opened the Bentley back door.

Liang Mingshan sat up, turned on the phone, and was about to make a call to Zhong Chen.

Weibo jumped out of new headlines.

#shock! There are pictures and the truth, Internet celebrity CEOs Zhong Chen and Qi Linqing kiss at the airport gate#

Liang Mingshan clicked and zoomed in.

The two people in the photo are very close face-to-face, with an intimate attitude.

Zhong Chen stood on his toes a little, and kissed Qi Linqing's profile.

Seeing this scene, Liang Mingshan was filled with emotion.

He was by his master's side in his previous life. In fact, he resented Qi Linqing for a while.

What is good about this person. But after just a few months of being a painter, is it worth the master's lifelong loneliness to remember him?

But now seeing them together, Liang Mingshan is relieved.

The owner likes it.

[Ahhhhh, I'm crazy]

[Why Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen have so much sugar recently]

[I'm going to be sweet to death]

[? ]

[Upstairs you are so easily satisfied]

[I'm not enough]

[Modo Modo]

[Want to see the strong kiss photos hahaha]

[That should be unlikely]

[Now that the drama is so popular, maybe we can dream about them acting in a rivalry]

[Dreaming again]

[I do not care! My cp is sweet! ! ]

...

at the same time.

Fu Hanri, who was filming in Hengdian, also saw this hot search on Weibo.

The kissing photos of these two people are like a fishbone stuck in his throat, like a knuckle in his throat.

At the moment, it seems that it is not easy for him to become Qi Linqing's fiancé.

The director raised the trumpet and shouted: "Brother Fu, your next scene is getting married. Pay attention to expressing happiness and excitement."

He put down his phone and said with a gloomy expression: "Are you teaching me to do things?"

Director: I dare not dare.

Director: "Everyone, pay attention, the next one will be a scene where the male protagonist is broken in love on page 15 of the script!"

Fu Hanri: "..."

The next day.

City H.

When Qi Linqing got off the train, he went straight to the Serang Museum.

When he came alone, he carried a cloth bag with two or three changes of clothes in it.

When the staff at the backstage of the museum saw him, his eyes flashed with surprise.

Isn't this the genius Chinese painting boy who hit the Internet before?

The staff thought that Qi Linqing was here to visit, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: "Hello, sorry, tourists are not allowed to enter here."

Qi Linqing: "I'm not a tourist, I was introduced by Professor Chen Zhongxiang, and I have something to look for Ge Ke."

The staff was stunned. Ge Ke? That is the curator of the Serang Museum.

Although I don't know what the other party is doing, looking at the lonely handsome face in front of him, the staff friendly and honestly said: "Then wait, I will call the curator now."

"good."

Qi Linqing stepped back half a step, standing by the edge of the wall, looking at a few pale flowers and a mess of weeds under the roots of the tree.

His eyes are very focused, as if looking at some rare and beautiful scenery.

On the weekend, there are many tourists in the museum.

When they passed by here, they couldn't help but stop when they saw this young man.

"Is this a star? Isn't it?"

"Which variety show is filming here again."

"No, I didn't see the camera."

...

Serang Museum Research Room.

Ge Ke is having a meeting with several clerks.

The projection screen hanging on the wall is illuminated with a few large characters on the PPT homepage:

Su Ruoyun's plan for taking the picture of "The Stream Falling on the Bank".

Su Ruoyun is a well-known landscape painter in the Song Dynasty and a genuine descendant of the Southern School.

Shi Zai, he is a "crazy fan" of painting Sheng Fu Yi, and his style has strong traces of imitation.

"The Picture of the River Falling on the Bank" will be sent to the Wandao National Museum for a tour exhibition next month. Have you not found a suitable candidate for the writer?" Ge Ke sighed wearily.

"The curator, I have looked for it."

"But recently it was the peak period for exhibitions, and the famous master restoration masters all over the country were too busy."

The clerks explained in a low voice.

Ge Ke squeezed his eyebrows and let out a sigh of relief.

"Blame Chen Zhongxiang that bastard! For a Dunhuang mural, more than 20 domestic restorers were invited over... Whose work is it that made this mysterious secret?" He muttered.

The clerks dared not say anything.

Ge Ke is fifty years old this year and has devoted his entire life to the Serang Museum. After finally waiting for this opportunity to communicate with Wandao, as long as he can manage to get the appreciation from above, there is a high chance that he will be promoted again before retirement.

The director of a local museum...that can be the provincial-level minister, or the level of entering the central government.

Ge Ke attaches great importance to this.

Boom boom boom.

There was a knock on the door.

Ge Ke: "Come in."

The staff probed carefully and said: "Chairman, someone is looking for you outside, saying that it was introduced by Professor Chen Zhongxiang."

"Oh oh, you quickly bring someone over!" Ge Ke immediately stood up excitedly, muttering that this old man Chen still had some conscience.

A while ago, he called Chen Zhongxiang to complain about not being able to find a candidate for the pen, and said to the convenience that he could recommend a reliable candidate for him.

"This person is very powerful, don't worry, let him repair Su Ruoyun's painting is definitely more than enough." Chen Zhongxiang packed up with him.

Ge Ke walked to the water dispenser to pick up tea for the guests, and wondered in his heart who the pen-receiver would be.

Li Qi? Or Du Zhuang of Northwest United University? Or Shen Yongkang from the Central Cultural Heritage Bureau?

Patter.

The door opened.

The young man walked in slowly.

The clerks looked slightly surprised when they saw him.

"Who is this, right?"

"Qi Linqing."

"Yes, yes, I just saw him and the Internet celebrity Zhong Chen on the hot search yesterday..."

Ge Ke looked up subconsciously. He rarely used the Internet when he was old and did not know the youth. But listening to the clerk's discussion, the other party seemed to be an internet celebrity.

Ge Kai looked kind: "Brother, did you go wrong? Here is the internal meeting room."

Qi Linqing turned his head, glanced at the staff and asked, "Are we going wrong?"

"No……"

The young man was too tall, and Ge Ke only saw the staff behind him at this time.

"You, were you introduced by Chen Zhongxiang?" Ge Ke's voice trembled.

Qi Linqing nodded.

boom!

The paper cup in his hand fell to the ground, splashing huge water.

The hot water soaked his cloth shoes, but Ge Ke did not respond.

He was immersed in anger now, so angry that he almost had a stroke.

He said that the master of the pen, has now become a handsome young Internet celebrity.

"Old dog Chen who killed a thousand swords, are you playing with me!!"

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