After I Died, I Became Popular Again

Chapter 108

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[Textbook? what teaching material]

[It seems that Qi Linqing contributed hundreds of lost Chinese painting techniques to the Huaxia Painting and Calligraphy Association]

[... Fuck, I just came back from Baidu]

[The Huaxia Painting and Calligraphy Association is really amazing, it is the only Chinese painting and calligraphy hobby organization certified by the state]

[This textbook has now become a must-buy textbook for the Chinese painting departments of major art academies]

[Master Qi is the pendant! ! ]

[This ⒘Chen blowing manganese is violent, those who said before that Qi Linqing is not great enough can come out and be recommended by ⒘Shen

[If that's not great... ]

[Support domestic products! ! ]

[buy buy buy]

So when the textbook was officially launched, whether it was online shopping platforms such as Dangdang and Orange Software, or offline bookstores, it was sold out in a short period of time.

A bookstore video posted on Douyin went viral.

According to the clerk in the video, since last night, there have been a steady stream of phone calls ⒔ asking if there are Qi Linqing's textbooks on painting.

After getting a positive answer from the clerk.

At 7:30 in the morning, this small bookstore, which is located in a remote location in the urban area and is usually not visited by anyone, just opened the iron fence door, and a group of people rushed in from outside the door.

They stepped on their feet, ran wildly, grabbed the books, scanned the QR code, paid for them, and left.

There was even a girl who bought twenty copies in one go.

The clerk was really surprised, "This is a reference book, are you sure you want to buy so many copies?"

"Well, there's no need for change." The girl simply threw down the money, turned around and left with the book in her arms.

Clerk: "???"

His expression seemed to be saying wordlessly that this group of people seemed to have that serious illness.

[Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha]

[Buy his shit]

[Rush, rush, rush! ]

[I would like to call it Master Qi]

[Nowadays people are so crazy about star chasing. Other star chasers buy albums to endorse products, let’s buy Chinese painting textbooks, isn’t this high-end and classy? ]

[pattern, this is called pattern]

[Since the first day I became a fan of Qi Linqing, the word pattern has been deeply imprinted into my soul]

[buy and be done]

Because it is a niche book of traditional Chinese painting, the publisher's original sales forecast was relatively conservative.

Unexpectedly, the stock was sold out overnight, and even the supplies originally scheduled for major universities were snapped up.

So much so that the president had no choice but to appeal to everyone: "Consume rationally! Please leave books for those in need!!"

Qi Linqing didn't care much about these comments on the Internet.

During the period when the semester was about to end, he had a lot of free time, and often came to B University to look for Zhong Chen.

evening.

They took a walk downstairs in the apartment building.

In the early winter of December, the wind is cold and bleak. The streets are deserted, probably few people are willing to go out in such weather.

Thanks to the weather, the two did not need to wear masks or hats to cover them.

At the end of the street, a new milk tea shop opened.

Even in the cold winter, its business is still extremely hot.

What's more striking is that all the clerks in the store are big muscular men.

There was a long queue at the door, and a dozen or so hungry guys squatted beside them waiting for the order.

Qi Linqing took a look at it when passing by, and remembered that it was Zhong Chen's new shop.

After several months of expansion and development, Tea Yan Yu Mo has quickly opened all over the entire B city, breaking the historical record of the fastest expansion of milk tea shops.

A few girls came out holding paper cups, and excitedly took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

"The packaging of this country-style milk tea shop is so pretty!!"

"And the pattern of each different series of cup mountains is different."

"I like the landscape painting printed on this signature cup the most. It seems to be called "Landscapes of Thousand Miles", right?"

The cashier raised his head to see them, his eyes brightened.

Then all the macho shop assistants bowed out in unison and shouted, "Hello, brother!"

Zhong Chen: "..."

May there be no more death in the world.

The scene was a bit spectacular for a while.

Everyone turned their heads and looked out, wanting to see who the "big brother" the clerks were talking about was.

And Zhong Chen had already pulled Qi Linqing away from the scene with a dark face.

Qi Linqing looked at his ass that was about to catch fire, and smiled lowly: "Obviously you are the big boss, why do you see the employees running away?"

"Hehe." The corner of Zhong Chen's mouth twitched, "It's time to train the staff again. Wait for the customer to report my shop as black."

Qi Linqing touched his head lightly.

Roadside stalls sell roasted sweet potatoes and fried chestnuts.

In the dense fog of the night, the aroma rushes over, making people lose their noses.

Qi Linqing went over and bought a bag each, holding them in his hands.

"How do you know I want to eat?" Zhong Chen asked in surprise.

Qi Linqing acted nonchalantly: "Guess."

Zhong Chen was stunned.

When they went to the Lantern Festival Night Market together in their last life, Qi Linqing remembered that he also bought bags of fried chestnuts for each other. And candied haws.

While walking and eating, I dropped a lot on the way.

The young man who was following him had bulging cheeks and couldn't stop eating.

When I walked out of the night market street, there was not much left of a whole bag of chestnuts.

At that time, he also joked about whether the apprentice was the reincarnation of the hamster.

"Stir-fried chestnuts, here comes the delicious fried chestnuts—"

The stall owner yelled loudly to attract customers.

The cold wind was howling, Zhong Chen shrank his neck subconsciously. He is a typical person who prefers demeanor over temperature, and he still only wears a coat over his shirt in City B, which is approaching below zero. The material is crisp, but thin.

After walking such a few steps, the tips of his ears turned red from the cold.

"Ah-chirp!" Zhong Chen flickered coldly.

Qi Linqing said with a straight face, "When I go out, I ask you to wear more clothes and don't listen."

From the corner of his eye, Zhong Chen glanced at the appearance of the person beside him wrapped in a thick down jacket, scarf and gloves.

He knew that it wasn't that Qi Linqing was afraid of the cold, but that the other party was afraid of the cold in his previous life.

"Next time, definitely, definitely."

Qi Linqing stuffed the sweet potato into his hand and said, "Let's go back."

Zhong Chen was still a little reluctant.

At this moment, he hopes that this road will be long and endless.

The sweet potatoes were boiling hot, like a stove, and Zhong Chen's hands returned to normal temperature in a short while.

He held the sweet potato with his right hand and Qi Linqing with his left.

Qi Linqing's hands were rough and covered with hard calluses.

He rubbed it twice, and couldn't help scratching the other's palm.

"Don't make trouble." Qi Linqing withdrew his hand.

Zhong Chen doesn't feel bored.

He turned his head away, ⑺Looking forward to you

And the next moment.

The warm and soft fabric feels crisp and numb from the neck. It hits the body quickly like an electric current.

Zhong Chen lowered his head and saw the smoky gray striped scarf wrapped around his neck.

Qi Linqing surrounded him seriously, patted his shoulder, and held his left hand again.

"Let's go."

"oh… "

Zhong Chen seemed to just come back to his senses.

The scarf bulged high, covering Zhong Chen's chin and lips.

Touching it with the tip of his nose, he could smell Qi Linqing's body.

Faint, like grape oolong tea with ice in summer. Through this fragrance, he could even feel a thin layer of water vapor condensed on the glass cup containing tea.

Qi Linqing never used perfume.

But Zhong Chen felt that he smelled good.

Even on the bed.

The smell of the other party's sweat after exercising is also different from that of ordinary male hormones.

Zhong Chen licked it, it was a little salty. I don't hate it at all.

When he was about to walk downstairs to the apartment, Qi Linqing went into the convenience store and bought two grilled sausages.

He handed Zhong Chen one.

Zhong Chen asked strangely: "Didn't you dislike this kind of greasy food before?"

"Well, but every time I see you eating deliciously, I want to try it too."

Qi Linqing took a bite, not forgetting to take out a tissue to wipe off the dripping oil.

After eating the sausage, throw the bamboo sticks into the trash can not far away.

middle.

This action was made by him, Zhong Chen actually watched it intently.

Zhong Chen realized later and felt very speechless to himself.

Qi Linqing said: "The taste is really good."

He turned around, saw the glossy color on Zhong Chen's lips, and took out another piece of paper to help him wipe it off.

However, Zhong Chen stood on tiptoe first and kissed him.

A sausage kiss.

The aroma of the meat is overflowing.

Shock flashed across Qi Linqing's eyes.

He is a bit of a clean freak, and he would brush his teeth and rinse his mouth every time he did this kind of thing with Zhong Chen.

But after trying it, Qi Linqing found that he could actually accept it.

"Go upstairs."

"Um."

"Why haven't you lost this tulip yet?"

"Tsk, you don't understand, I'm going to make it into an immortal dried flower."

"It doesn't have to be like this."

"ah?"

"I planted a tulip garden, it's better to be alive than dead."

"you're right."

Shashi, an antique market.

In the ordinary-looking incense candle shop, the young man tore open the plastic paper and opened the book.

The book is new.

On the book cover of the numbered notation is printed a line of Song typeface: "Encyclopedia of Lost Chinese Painting Techniques"

Author: Qi Linqing

Huaxia Painting and Calligraphy Publishing House

The fat man muttered: "I waited in line for an hour to buy this for you, and there will be an extra errand fee."

The young man was expressionless: "Wechat sent you a red envelope."

The fat man was overjoyed, and he held his phone contentedly and clicked on it.

next second.

"Wait?? 0.52? Now that the price of hot strips has risen, you ⑵ ⑵ sting つつ! Then there was a Sichuan opera face-changing.

"The industry is in a downturn now, and the year will be over soon, so save some money." The young man said while taking out a box of Zhonghua from his pocket.

The fat man was so angry that the flesh on both sides of his cheeks trembled.

Okay, you smoke Zhonghua and give me northwest wind.

"It's a recession. I think you still have an authentic painting of "Landscapes of Thousand Miles" hidden in your house! If you sell that painting, let alone a Southern School, you can get ten more." The fat man snorted coldly.

The young man was smoking a cigarette, and was amused abruptly.

He took two puffs, puffed out the clouds, and flicked the ash leisurely.

"Who told you it was genuine?"

Fatty: "???"

"If it's not authentic, why are you putting it in a bulletproof glass cabinet? I don't read much, so don't lie to me."

The young man was eating a cigarette, laughing until his chest vibrated.

"Stupid fat man, if it's authentic, we'll all be in jail now."

Fatty: "..."

This is the base of the Zhengyuan lineage of the Southern School.

After thousands of years, the Southern School has a solid foundation and a rich collection.

A lot of priceless beams were even thrown in the warehouse.

When the fat man saw the "Landscapes of Thousand Miles" at first glance, he was astonished.

He decided it was genuine.

At that time, the fat man secretly lamented that his family members were so hands-on, that even the national treasures stored in the Palace Museum could be stolen.

"Which master's imitation painting is that? I feel that it can be confused with the real one."

The young man shook the book in his hand and said, "Here, his."

"Fuck, Qi Linqing?!" The fat man gasped.

"We found this painting in his safe last time. I thought it might be an imitation left by his master or someone, but now it seems..." The young man's eyes deepened.