After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

Chapter 90: Say yes

It was the first time that a female reporter saw a young man like Qi Linqing who was unwilling to say that he was good-looking.

"Row……"

She hesitated to alter the notebook.

According to the process of planning the interview questions, she first asked Qi Linqing about his experience in learning Chinese painting, his mentorship, and so on.

In the afternoon, this cafe is small and quiet, with light music playing on the stereo.

The female reporter spoke dryly.

Qi Linqing answered very politely, but the words were relatively simple, he did not waste saliva, and the tea in the cup had not yet bottomed out.

And the female reporter has ordered the second drink.

She sipped the cappuccino she had just ordered, and moved on to the next question:

"Since the broadcast of "Tang Yue Fengyun", the public has been very interested in the two paintings you made in it. At the same time, they also learned about your participation in the restoration of the Dunhuang Fu Yi ancient murals. You are hailed as certified by the National Archaeological Bureau. Ranked the first restorer. Obviously, these all prove your strong painting skills and unparalleled professional ability. Even according to a survey by a blogger, it is speculated that you are actually a live broadcast "newcomer of traditional Chinese painting" that has been popular in foreign countries before, and it has become popular. Lan Luo painter at station B. Do you have anything to say about this?"

Qi Linqing: "I have nothing to say."

Female reporter: "..."

Qi Linqing admitted frankly: "Because this is not a guess, my Douyin Live ID is a newcomer to Chinese painting, and the ID of Station B is indeed Lan Luo."

Female reporter: "???"

The female reporter swallowed a big spit, and tremblingly said:

"So, since you have such a strong Chinese painting ability, why did you sign up for Gome's film and television animation major?"

Later, the interview clip of this issue was sighed by the leaders of the station as CCTV, which is the least like CCTC.

"I can't see that Qi Linqing has such a talent for variety show and funny."

"If he enters the entertainment industry, he will definitely be able to make a career."

After the interview was broadcast, it set off a tornado-like heat on the Internet. The hot search was the first, and the comments broke 100,000 in an instant.

[? ! ]

[CCTV certified Stone Hammer, and Qi Linqing personally admitted that he is the new anchor of Chinese painting and the painter of Lan Luo]

[...]

[my God! ! I decided to follow him from today]

[Good guy good guy]

[How many surprises does he keep from us? ]

[#The business type "Idol" subverted by my own fan every day#]

[Brother Meng, let's hit #戚临清好牛# on the public screen together]

[#戚临清好牛#]

[After I became a fan of Qi Linqing, Ma Ma no longer has to worry that my star-chasing will affect my studies, laughing to death, because there is no star to follow]

[Previously chasing stars: endorsements for TV dramas, new songs and movies. Chasing stars now: Chinese painting master, Chinese painting super master, CCTV certified young Chinese painting genius]

[The most terrifying thing is that he is only eighteen years old, and the future can be expected! ! ]

[I feel that Chinese painting is so interesting, I also want to learn hhh]

[Qi Linqing is too su, so sos is deadly]

[The most talented Chinese painting genius in modern times, looks and strength coexist, sisters don’t lose money when they buy shares! ]

[After watching the interview, I only have one feeling, Qi Linqing is so handsome, he is so handsome to the point of cruelty]

[+1]

[+ID card]

[One word: absolutely]

[Other people's CCTV camera is a demon mirror. Qi Linqing’s CCTV lens: comes with filters]

[I saw Qi Linqing answer why I signed up for the film and television animation major of the Academy of Fine Arts, where I laughed straight to death]

[This female reporter is also stupid. If Qi Linqing's painting skills have reached this point, no one can teach him if he signs up for the Department of Chinese Painting]

[He is already an elite in this field, of course he wants to learn something else]

[I heard that Qi Linqing applied for the studio to learn Western painting for the first time in the summer vacation, and got the first place in the provincial entrance examination. He may be like Picasso and Fu Yi, born with a keen talent for painting]

[I think he must be very good at studying film and animation. Looking forward to his work! ! ]

[...The sisters upstairs may not know this major, right? Compared with traditional Chinese paintings, Western paintings and so on, he is nothing short of the sky.]

[Yes. It is not as easy as outsiders think. If it is not done by family members, basic college students need to learn from scratch, which is very difficult]

[Qi Linqing signed up for this major, I feel a bit unsure]

...

The national spread of CCTV is even scarier than popular variety shows.

Overnight, Qi Linqing's name spread across the streets and alleys again.

Not only did his high school classmates be proud of him, but everyone said that.

Even the old lady of the barbershop in the country can tremblingly tell the brilliant deeds of this genius.

"I told Nong, this young man is terrific..."

Z province, countryside.

Lou Wenyao looked at the dilapidated mobile phone screen, which was playing a CCTV interview.

Suddenly he poked his head out and looked at the endless blue sky outside through the window.

Lou Wenyao knew that even though he was finally admitted to the University of City B, the teenager who used to ride the same bicycle and eat the same flower cake with him is now drifting away, reaching a height that he can't reach in his life.

Several second-rate teenagers in the village were also clamoring about this.

They broke into Cai's mother-in-law's house and told her the news.

"Your grandson who is not related by blood has been interviewed by CCTV!"

Granny Cai didn't understand what it meant at first.

The teenagers showed her the video.

Granny Cai took off her gloves, put on her reading glasses, and looked carefully for a while, and tears suddenly flashed in her eyes.

"Aqing, Aqing is promising."

Granny Cai is getting old and doesn't understand young people.

The only thing she knows is the country.

It is definitely a good thing for my grandson to be on the national news.

One of the teenagers deliberately mocked: "Old Po Cai, you are not your grandson."

Another person echoed: "Yes, it is not rare for people to come back now when they are developed. You can die alone in this broken village. I think that Qi Lele has a lot of heart and a small stomach, and it doesn't look like he will provide you with old-age care. "

"He is like a grandson in my eyes."

Probably touching something sad, whirling tears slipped from Granny Cai's wrinkled cheeks, and she raised the broom at the yard door to strike.

The teenagers panicked, and they scattered like birds and beasts.

Lou Wenyao saw it in his eyes and turned to send a text message to Qi Linqing.

Last time, when Qi Linqing returned to the village from sketching from life, he left his contact information.

When Qi Linqing received the news, he personally bought some things and mailed them.

After all, he inherited the body of the original owner. Last time, he thought about whether Granny Cai was getting older and whether he would take her to the city to take care of her. But it was written in the original text that she is not used to living in the city and prefers to live in the countryside.

Of course, Qi Linqing complied with the old man's ideas, but in his heart he wanted to ask the other party to take care of him.

A few days later, Granny Cai received the parcel from the city.

It is some good food, nutrition and clothing.

The sender is Qi Linqing.

She opened the package, and tears fell again.

A few days later, a young female caregiver knocked on the door of Granny Cai's house again with a large bag.

When the Qi family came to visit last year, the whole village envied Granny Cai.

Envying her, suddenly there was a grandson of a big star like Qi Lele.

But now, everyone's hearts are even more unbalanced.

How many generations of virtue did the Cai family accumulate in the past? Even Qi Linqing, who was raised since childhood, is so good now and filial piety.

"I really don't know what kind of **** luck Mrs Cai had in her last life." Someone muttered.

"But what's the matter with Qi Lele? Except for the variety show, he didn't necessarily see Granny Cai and give away anything."

In the private box of a high-end restaurant, waiters are busy supplying fresh lamb from Province X in front of the meat-rolling machine.

A large piece of blood-red flesh was cut into thin shapes by a sharp silver blade. Then put them on the plate and deliver them to the tables of those bosses.

It is inevitable to push the cup and change one on the wine table. After the three rounds, Mr. Chen blushed and shouted: "Mr. Qi, your son who just admitted coming home is terrible."

"Yes."

Everyone agreed.

"It's enviable to be interviewed by CCTV at a young age."

"If my bad boy can have such promise, I will be happy to live ten years."

These old businesses, who have never read much, are thinking of sending their children abroad for gilding.

In the end, however, none of them could get a shot.

Qi Hui was a little proud, but also a little embarrassed.

President Li: "Tsk tusk, Chinese painting has to be cultivated since childhood, right?"

Qi Hui remembered not letting the other party learn painting before, and his face flushed.

However, no one noticed something wrong with the wine.

"Well... it's okay." Qi Hui squeezed out a low voice.

In fact, when he and Yan Qiongfang watched CCTV on TV at home, they also had a sense of pride.

Mr. Li: "Is that okay? If you want me to make a big-character poster and post it at the gate of the company."

Qi Hui opened his mouth and drank the boring wine on the table.

...

When school was about to start, Qi Linqing finished his work at the Serang Museum and took the high-speed train back to City B with Zhong Chen.

The moving station is very bustling with people coming and going.

They are wearing masks and cannot even take off their hats to prevent recognition.

During the security check, the staff looked at the large boxes of elves that appeared in the box, and their faces were reddened.

Zhong Chen also felt embarrassed, but fortunately no one knew him wearing a mask.

How many he brought when he came, but he never used one when he returned.

Every time Qi Linqing came to a critical juncture, he would not continue, turning over and holding him to sleep.

This made him wonder whether Qi Linqing was not good enough.

Thinking of this, Zhong Chen sighed deeply.

Qi Linqing thought he thought it was inconvenient to take the high-speed rail, and explained: "The driving is too slow, it takes four hours. The high-speed rail only takes one and a half hours. You can bear it."

Zhong Chen said lightly: "It's okay."

Before he left, Mr. Yan personally came to deliver them, and the local specialties had already been sent to Qi Linqing's home and Zhong's home.

"Remember to come and play again when you have time." He said to Zhong Chen enthusiastically.

Zhong Chen smiled and nodded, "Good Grandpa Yan."

Father Yan: "It's so called Shengfen, you will treat me as your grandfather from now on."

Zhong Chen changed his mouth from goodness: "Good grandpa."

Qi Linqing silently watched.

Elder Yan pretended to be nonchalant and said, "By the way, the last time you came to eat at home in a hurry, you haven't discussed the engagement yet."

Qi Linqing: "..."

Zhong Chen: "Well, I'll discuss it with my parents when I go back."

Old man Yan looked happy, "Then I will wait for your good news."

Qi Linqing: "..."

When the two got in the car, Qi Linqing couldn't help but say what he had been holding back.

"Don't you think it's too early for us to get engaged?"

Qi Linqing has always remembered carefully that as of today, he and the other party have only been together for 48 days.

Zhong Chen smiled slightly and said, "It's not early."

He has been waiting for a thousand years.

The author has something to say: Zhong Chen: [笑.jpg]

Wait until the flowers are thanked, and the stones are changed. That's it.

Zhong Chen: Why don't I give you a song