The atmosphere seemed to suddenly froze, silent, it was the cross-river bridge in City B tonight.
Zhong Chen's eyes fell on the thick stack of rice paper in Qi Linqing's hand, and he couldn't help asking:
"Why do you collect so much paper?"
Zhong Chen might not be too surprised if the other party popped out a sentence to recycle waste and even use it to wipe his ass.
result-
He heard Qi Linqing say with his own ears: "It is used to practice drawing."
Zhong Chen: "..."
Draw those ghosts you had in class
"Uh... take it." Zhong Chen thought that he was already showing off in the physical archery class, and if he suddenly wrote well in ancient style, it would inevitably arouse suspicion, so he immediately stuffed the pen and paper into Qi Linqing's hands.
Qi Linqing thanked him, turned around and returned to his seat with the pile of trophies in his arms.
There was also a large jar of ink on the table. This was issued by Yi Chaoming as a two-person unit, and Qi Linqing shared it with another classmate.
The classmate's name is Besson. He is overweight and has a mine at home. However, he is still a "disadvantaged group" in Class 18, which is graded by family background.
Qi Linqing spread out a piece of paper on the table, opened the ink, and poured some out into a small dish.
"Write together?" he asked Besson.
"I can't write calligraphy."
Besson glanced at Qi Linqing's proficient and professional posture in picking up the brush, and couldn't help wondering: "You know how?"
Qi Linqing said, "A little bit."
In his previous life, he had been criticized by professional clients, and his calligraphy and painting skills were too different.
So he will work hard in the years before his death, hoping to make up for a small shortcoming in his life.
But even so, Qi Linqing still believes that calligraphy is his biggest shortcoming.
Besson understood that the other party looked powerful, but the love was just empty air. He said how could Qi Linqing, a country bumpkin who was hacked to the point of blurring his face, be able to write calligraphy.
Besson: You pretend, you continue to pretend. I just quietly watch you pretend to be 13.
Then the next moment, Qi Linqing picked up his pen and began to write.
The cheap ink turned light gray as soon as it dipped into the paper, he frowned, and quickly let go.
The choice of ink depends on its fineness first.
Black is the best with purple light, followed by black, followed by cyan, and inferior gray ink is not suitable for use at all.
But he was just a person who came to get pen and ink for free, and he was not qualified to pick and choose.
After finishing a picture, Qi Linqing put down his pen.
Besson looked up.
Besson moved his gaze from the phone screen to the rice paper on the table. Even if I don't have much taste for calligraphy, I have to admit that this character is simply a work of art, with a great sense of beauty.
Besson pupil-hole-earth-quake!
At this moment, he was about to shake Qi Linqing's collar and shout: Big Brother! You just call it a little bit
It's clearly a billion points! !
On the podium, Yi Chaoming was blown drowsy by the electric fan above his head. He squinted his eyes forcibly, looked down at the students who were deserting themselves, and said according to the procedure:
"Is there any classmate who has finished drawing for me to see?"
"..."
No one cares at all.
The answer was the same as Yi Chaoming expected: no.
Yi Chaoming yawned, and was about to turn on his phone to swipe Qi Lele's super chat on Weibo.
"Yes! Here!!" Besson shouted excitedly.
Yi Chaoming: "?"
Who would have thought that the country bun who has always been despised by others turned out to be a fragrant meat bun with the real thing in it!
The fat on Besson's face trembled, and he thought that even if he died and was nailed in the coffin, he would still be in the tomb, shouting with this decayed voice:
"Qi Linqing's handwriting is amazing! Teacher, come and have a look!!"
As soon as these words came out, most of the students in the class turned their heads to look at them. Including Zhong Chen.
Besson smiled awkwardly, and turned around to find that Qi Linqing was still holding an art textbook calmly, reading it with gusto.
Besson: Brother, don't act in this kind of highlight moment, right
But let's not say it, the other party deliberately created this kind of calm and quiet time, which is quite a bit of a master. Besson also admired Qi Linqing for his unruffled attitude in times of crisis, and his constant pretentiousness.
Yi Chaoming rolled his eyes when he heard that.
As a sequelae of being a troll on the Internet, Yi Chaoming now feels physically nauseated whenever he hears the name Qi Linqing. He stood up expressionlessly and walked towards the back row, thinking that I would like to see how good your handwriting is.
However, just as Yi Chaoming came here, an accident happened.
Besson's eyes stared like copper bells.
——This masterpiece of calligraphy, which was freshly baked and the ink was not even dry, was destroyed like this!
The students in front turned around to watch, when they accidentally knocked over the bottle of ink on the table.
The pitch black ink rolled out, and the rice paper instantly turned from white to night.
Classmate: "Yes, I'm sorry!"
Qi Linqing didn't mind, it was just an exercise anyway. Immediately replied: "It doesn't matter."
Besson: "..."
When Yi Chaoming came over and saw the rice paper, he was speechless.
It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a black hole painted by postmodern abstract art.
Yi Chaoming: "You called me here just to watch this thing? What is this?"
Besson's face was flushed, "Old teacher, listen to my explanation! This word was accidentally splashed with ink just now..."
Yi Chaoming sneered: "Oh, explaining is just covering up."
Besson:? How could this be so.
He suddenly felt a deep powerlessness that he could empathize with Qi Linqing. Sure enough, after leaving a stereotyped impression on the public, it is difficult to clean it up.
Besson pushed Qi Linqing and said in a low voice, "You talk too."
Qi Linqing frowned, "Say what?"
Besson: "Explain to Teacher Yi, your calligraphy is very good."
Qi Linqing was even more surprised, "My writing is not very good."
Besson: I have nothing to say, come downstairs.
Yi Chaoming thought to himself: Are they crazy
Others praised desperately, but the master said that his writing was not good.
But he suddenly remembered something, his eyes flickered, and he said: "How about this, student Qi Linqing, why don't you go up and write a picture for everyone as a demonstration?"
Yi Chaoming admits that he is very dark. As a black fan, he just wanted the other party to make a fool of himself in public.
Qi Linqing nodded: "OK."
Qi Linqing naturally has a sense of respect for the art teacher in front of him. After all, we were all colleagues.
He didn't realize that Yi Chaoming had any evil intentions, so he got up and walked to the podium, and grabbed a new pair of pens and paper from the table.
This inadvertent little action was only noticed by Zhong Chen.
The students in the class didn't take it seriously, and continued to play around on their own, because no one thought that Qi Linqing could write anything.
But at this moment, Besson's heart is surging, Wuhu! take off! !
He couldn't wait to see the shocking end of the whole class after being slapped in the face.
…
at the same time.
"Give way." Zhong Chen crossed the narrow aisle.
Jiang Bai gestured for a cigarette, and asked: "Brother Zhong, do you want to smoke one?"
Zhong Chen: "I'm going to the bathroom."
"Okay." Jiang Bai resentfully put the cigarette case he had just taken out back into his pocket.
When Zhong Chen passed by the podium, he subconsciously glanced at Qi Linqing who was writing.
Then with just one glance, he froze.
The handwriting on the rice paper is flowing, flowing, elegant and elegant, and it will never be able to be done without 20 or 30 years of practice.
Even if it was him, he might not be able to write such beautiful regular script.
What's more important - this calligraphy used the self-created brushwork that his master had taught him, and it should be impossible for anyone to know now!
A few students near the front row noticed this scene and were taken aback.
Yi Chaoming: "...?"
I must be dreaming.
He was so frightened that he secretly pinched his palms, shit! The piercing pain proves that this is a reality.
- Cruel and cold.
"I'm done, teacher." Qi Linqing put down his pen and said.
Yi Chaoming had never observed Qi Linqing so carefully before. When he got closer, he realized that the other party's brow bone was high, his facial features were rather handsome, and his appearance was also very eye-catching.
His lips moved, but no slanderous words could come out of his heart. It was obviously still that familiar face, but his temperament was vastly different from before.
"Not bad." Yi Chaoming said dryly.
Seeing this wonderful calligraphy, Yi Chaoming knew that he really couldn't continue to blackmail Linqing against his conscience.
Although this sentence is only two short words, it reveals a trace of final stubbornness that is inconsistent with his black fan professional ethics, and it complements his inner struggle and reluctance. pain mask.
At this time, most of the people in the class were attracted by this picture and looked at it stupidly.
Zhong Chen stared at Xing Kai in front of him in a daze, as if a few seconds had passed, or a few minutes had passed, he felt that his lower abdomen or brain was very hot and deeply shaken.
Jiang Bai: "Brother Zhong, aren't you going to the bathroom?"
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.
"Brother Zhong seems to have been watching Qi Linqing write just now."
"Damn, maybe Brother Zhong also planned to watch the scene of the overturned car, who knows that Qi Linqing can hold on, he was shocked."
"To be honest, I didn't expect it just now..."
Zhong Chen came back to his senses, took a breath and immediately turned around and opened the door to go out.
Even if he jumped off the top floor, he would never admit that he was so fascinated by Qi Linqing's painting that he forgot it!
Coming out of the men's room, Zhong Chen still had lingering worries.
Qi Linqing, the vicious male supporting role in this book, actually has master's secret writing skills.
And according to what Du Yuanbai said last time, maybe he can also do Chinese painting.
Then he is a master of calligraphy and painting just like his former master.
He was born in the countryside, where did he learn these things
…
Before he knew it, Zhong Chen realized that his mind was full of Qi Linqing.
Curiosity really hurts!
Zhong Chen felt as if he was being scratched by a cat's paw crazily. An art class was almost over, but he still couldn't feel relieved.
Hearing that WeChat is the fastest way to get to know a person nowadays, he couldn't help but walk over to Qi Linqing and ask, "Hey, add a WeChat
Zhong Chen deliberately lowered his voice to ensure that he would not be heard by the original owner's younger brothers and cause turmoil. But he couldn't hide it from Besson who was sitting on Qi Linqing's left.
Besson directly pupil-hole-earth-quake.
What the fuck did he hear? ! Will he be silenced by Brother Zhong Shark later, trembling.jpg
Besson heard that Qi Linqing had been secretly in love with Brother Zhong for a long time. He thought Qi Linqing would be terribly excited, but when he turned his head, he found that Qi Linqing's expression was still as plain as white.
Besson: "..."
what happened
Qi Linqing shook his head and said, "I don't have WeChat."
Besson: "???"
You wake up!
The person you have a crush on has added you on WeChat! !
It doesn't feel good to be put down on the spot.
Zhong Chen's face turned dark, wishing he could beat himself to death just now.
"Do you think I want to ask you for WeChat? No, I asked for someone else." He smiled to win the round.
Besson secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was so. How could someone like Brother Zhong suddenly become interested in Qi Linqing.
Qi Linqing: "But I don't have WeChat."
Zhong Chen: "..."
Can there be some trust between people
Zhong Chen is very clear that in this era of rapid technological development, almost 99% of people have WeChat.
Qi Linqing was just looking for a reason to perfuse himself.
Jingle Bell.
The get out of class bell rang.
Jiang Baipidian followed behind him and asked, "Brother Zhong, which club shall we go to tonight?"
Zhong Chen: "Get out!"
Today is Brother Zhong's birthday. According to previous years, it is a common practice to go to bars and clubs to spend a lot of money.
Jiang Bai slapped his head, wondering if it has changed this year
He didn't want to be left behind by his elder brother, so he hurriedly beat the snake with a stick: "Brother Zhong, do you think I'm an automatic front-loading washing machine, can I just roll it?"
Zhong Chen glared at him impatiently.
Jiang Bai: "..Okay, I'll roll right away."
Zhong Chen first went to Class 1, Grade 2 to find Du Yuanbai.
"Do you have Qi Linqing's WeChat?" He crossed his arms.
—Coercion from the elder brother.
Du Yuanbai almost knelt down, and hurriedly replied: "No, Brother Zhong, Qi Linqing doesn't have WeChat at all!"
Zhong Chen slowly put out a question mark:
Even (me) ancient people have WeChat these days, but Qi Linqing doesn't, what's the reason? !