On this day, Mr. Chi, a fan of the exhibition, came to the B City Art Museum on crutches.
He used to be an art teacher. I have retired this year, and almost every day when I have free time, I hang around in the major art galleries in the city, immersing myself in the world of admiring these wonderful paintings.
Since the Art Museum in City B does not require tickets, and the exhibition is relatively advanced, it is not suitable for taking pictures.
Usually when he comes here, most of the visitors are students, or mothers with children, middle-aged men and women and so on.
But today, a large number of young people poured in, and even formed a long queue, which surprised Mr. Chi a little.
When queuing at the door, he couldn't help asking the people around him, "Is there any important exhibition today?"
The man glanced at him, handed over the exhibition brochure in his hand, and muttered:
"You come to see the exhibition, why don't you even know about Qi Linqing's exhibition..."
Qi Linqing
Inexplicably, Mr. Chi felt that the name looked familiar.
Before he could remember, the text of the introduction book came into view first.
"Green Mountains, Misty Rain, Chinese Painting Series Exhibition" - Author Qi Linqing.
Mr. Chi was slightly taken aback.
He wondered in his heart that this was obviously a traditional Chinese painting exhibition, how could there be so many young tourists
The team moved forward little by little.
Finally it was Mr. Chi's turn.
In front of him was a young couple, and he rushed in excitedly when he saw them.
Mr. Chi couldn't help but sigh, he really is a young man. He is old.
[Didi, citizen card]
After the verification was successful, Mr. Chi walked slowly into the exhibition hall with his hands behind his back.
The exhibition hall is not big, and the air conditioner is very cold. From a distance, there are ink paintings hanging on the white wall, separated by red fences.
But there are many people.
It was the first time Mr. Chi saw so many tourists. They took their mobile phones and clicked on these paintings non-stop.
It seems that they are not here to visit the art works, but to check in.
Seeing a commotion in front of him, he stretched his neck and looked over, only to see a young man surrounded by stars.
The man was dressed in white, handsome, and looked like an artist.
Several boys and girls nearby couldn't help covering their faces and screaming:
"I'm so lucky, my God, I can meet Qi Linqing himself on the first day of the exhibition!!"
"He's so handsome."
"I'm about to faint, thank you for helping pinch me down."
"Sister, you are dizzy, we still have to ask him for an autograph and a photo together!"
"..."
It was only then that Mr. Chi realized belatedly that the young man in front of him was the author of this exhibition.
He had browsed the other party's related news in newspapers and magazines before.
It seems to be the youngest Chinese painting genius after the founding of the People's Republic of China
Thinking of this, Mr. Chi felt a little disapproving. Probably the other party is just relying on Internet celebrities to hype.
But relying on the hype alone to be able to hold an exhibition in the Art Museum of City B is also very impressive.
Mr. Chi withdrew his gaze and limped to the painting exhibition on crutches.
Compared with the painter himself, he often prefers to focus on the work itself.
Mr. Chi is old and his eyes are not very good.
He couldn't see these paintings clearly because they were far away.
Now that he was close, he fumbled in his pocket for a pair of reading glasses and put them on.
It's incredible to see this! Mr. Chi opened his mouth wide in surprise.
In the landscape painting in front of me, the shadows of the distant mountains and the dark shadows, the thinly applied colors and ink washes are rendered appropriately and complement each other.
The most important thing is the artistic conception, which is profound and heroic. It can be seen that the author's heart is not ordinary.
Mr. Chi loves Chinese painting and knows it very well.
In his opinion, this painting is simply a masterpiece!
subsequently.
Mr. Chi continued to read carefully, staying for a long time before each painting.
The more he appreciates it, the more frightened he is, and he regrets the superficiality of judging people by their appearance just now.
There is a reason why he was able to carry out the art gallery in City B at such a young age.
Many young people raised their mobile phones to take pictures, not knowing what was going on.
The charm of art can be clearly conveyed to human beings through vision.
Although they couldn't understand it, they were shocked.
Lin Xichen also made a special trip to see the exhibition.
He and Huang Yuchen walked around the exhibition hall and asked his great-grandson, "What do you think of Qi Linqing's paintings?"
Huang Yuchen replied honestly: "His style is very similar to Fu Yi."
Probably because of being immersed in the Southern School since childhood, this is Huang Yuchen's most direct feeling after visiting it.
Lin Xichen stared blankly at the painting in front of her, and said in a low voice, "This is not just a portrait."
Huang Yuchen turned his head and glanced at the old man beside him.
Perhaps it was because the downfall of the Southern faction dealt him too much blow. Lin Xichen's hair was gray, and she was already in her dying years. These days it looks like it has aged a few years again.
Huang Yuchen said casually: "Didn't you say that Qi Linqing is a descendant of Fu Yi's biography, I guess he has learned a lot of true biography."
Lin Xichen didn't comment on this, but looked thoughtful.
He has experienced half his life, and his vision is far more vicious than Huang Yuchen's.
Qi Linqing's level of Chinese painting may be almost the same as that of Fu Yi himself.
And they are also young talented painters.
At this moment, Lin Xichen even had a sudden idea in his mind.
It is said that Tibetans have the reincarnation of trumpets...
Could Qi Linqing also be Fu Yi's reincarnation
at the same time.
A mother walked into the art gallery with her little daughter who had just entered junior high school.
The daughter liked Qi Linqing very much, and even bought a poster of him online to stick it beside her bed.
The mother was a little helpless about her daughter starting to "chasing stars" at such a young age, but she didn't stop it.
After all, Qi Linqing is not a star idol, but a painter.
Seeing the young daughter standing on tiptoe and staring at the landscape painting on the wall, the mother bent down and touched her head gently, and said with a smile: "Do you not understand? You may just like the face of this painter Bar."
"Who said that?!" The daughter said with firm eyes, "From today onwards, I'm going to learn Chinese painting!"
…
Similar things keep happening.
On the other side, the opening of the exhibition.
There was open champagne on the table. Goblets and delicate desserts are neatly stacked in a tower shape.
These were sent by Zhong Chen just now.
Qi Linqing was surrounded by curators, fellow artists and others.
Praises, flowers and slaps flooded him.
In a daze, Qi Linqing remembered a painter's party he had attended in his previous life.
He and Brother Yuan sat in a corner, silent and anonymous. There are well-known painters on the stage pushing cups and changing glasses, talking and laughing happily, while they just bury their heads in their food.
For some reason, Qi Linqing actually misses those days now.
"Mr. Qi, are you considering holding an exhibition tour across the country?" an exhibition manager asked him.
Qi Linqing said: "I don't know about these, you can ask Mr. Xu from the Painting and Calligraphy Association."
There were also critics: "Mr. Qi, there are usually no more than eight works by newcomers. How did you arrange twenty paintings?"
—The implication is that he suspects that he has used unspoken rules.
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.
The curator blew his beard and stared, almost wanting to drag the critic out on the spot.
The curator was about to help, when Qi Lin said calmly: "I randomly found some practice works and handed them to Mr. Xu, and asked him to choose eight of them, but all of them were selected. If you have any questions, you can also go to ask him."
Curator: "..."
These exhibited works turned out to be just his practice works?
The expressions on everyone's faces were incredible.
After some episodes, a wealthy businessman proposed to buy Qi Linqing's paintings at a high price.
Qi Linqing shook his head and directly refused:
"Sorry, my Chinese paintings are not for sale at the moment."
The wealthy businessman caught the loophole in his words and asked with a smile, "So that means you can sell other types of paintings?"
Qi Linqing was noncommittal.
The wealthy businessman handed over a business card and said, "If you have any plans to sell, please contact me at any time. I'm willing to buy it no matter how much it costs."
Qi Linqing looked down and saw the bronzing business card, the chairman of Xincheng Real Estate, Ma Jiancheng.
"Okay, thank you." He shook hands with each other politely.
After dealing with the crowd, Qi Linqing took a quiet detour and walked out of the exhibition hall.
There is a secluded lawn behind the art gallery, where many different varieties of flowers are planted, and few people usually come here.
It just rained yesterday and the air is humid. A faint mist filled the air.
He bent down and looked at the flowers, thinking that the curator here probably also loves flowers.
"I've been looking for you for a long time, so you're hiding here to enjoy the flowers." A clear male voice suddenly came from behind.
Qi Linqing turned around and found that it was Zhong Fujia who hadn't seen him for a long time.
The last time they met was when he went to Zhong's house to pay New Year's greetings.
Zhong Fujia was dressed in a black coat, with curved brows and eyes somewhat similar to Zhong Chen's, and a gentle smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.
Qi Linqing stood up and said, "The air outside is good."
Zhong Fujia nodded, walked around him and said, "I just visited your painting, it's amazing."
The last time I met Qi Linqing, he was only the champion of the Youth Ink Cup Competition, but now the other party has opened a solo exhibition in the B City Art Museum on his own. This made Zhong Fujia feel a little sad, and his growth rate was too fast.
Qi Linqing said, "Thank you."
The two sat on the ground by the flower bed. There was a moist breeze from the edge of the lawn, and the two cats moved cautiously to them with timid steps.
Zhong Fujia said: "I remember that your sketch was very good last time. I didn't expect the Chinese painting to be even better. Haha, I'm waiting for you to go abroad in the future to carry forward the Chinese painting."
Qi Linqing shook his head and said, "It's still a long way off." Due to the times, the current decline of Chinese traditional Chinese painting cannot be saved by him alone.
Zhong Fujia sneered, "You are still young."
Qi Linqing said, "You too, have you held an exhibition in China recently?"
Zhong Fujia said: "Yes, it's at the Art Museum in City B. After your Qingshan Misty Rain is gone, it will be my turn."
Qi Linqing was a little surprised.
But in fact, Zhong Fujia was even more unexpected.
In just one year, it was convenient to catch up with him, and he became famous overnight.
Qi Linqing said: "When the time comes, I will definitely come to see your exhibition with Zhong Chen."
"Haha." Zhong Fujia sneered. As if he suddenly remembered something, he said again: "How is your Western painting now?"
Qi Linqing said: "I usually draw two pictures in my free time."
Zhong Fujia raised his eyebrows, and said with interest: "Do you have any pictures on your phone? Can you show me?"
"I am searching."
Qi Linqing hadn't taken any pictures himself, but Zhong Chen took quite a few pictures last time.
He found a few pictures and handed over the phone.
Two oil paintings and one charcoal writing.
Zhong Fujia took a look and was immediately amazed.
These paintings are full of personal style and have high artistic value.
Even compared to him... I'm afraid I won't give in too much.
The other party's talent in painting is really unparalleled.
"Have you ever considered holding an exhibition of Western paintings?" he asked.
It is said on the Internet that the Qingshan Misty Rain exhibition has caused an unprecedented sensation and an upsurge in traditional Chinese painting.
During this period of time, if people in City B haven't seen this exhibition, they are embarrassed to go out.
And from all over the country, a steady stream of people from the National People's Congress came all the way to check in, which once stimulated the short-term development of the tourism industry in City B.
Whether fans, netizens or professionals, the exhibition was almost unanimously praised.
Forwarded by the official blog of the Huaxia Painting and Calligraphy Association: [Amidst the misty rain in the green mountains, it proves to us that there are more possibilities for Chinese painting]
Appreciation of Chinese painting: [Painter Qi Linqing is a rising star in the future of Chinese painting]
City B Art Museum: [His paintings broke the historical record for the number of visitors to the exhibition! ]
The People's Daily believes that Qi Linqing is actively guiding the public to explore the meaning of traditional culture, and sent out an invitation, hoping to interview him again and write a special article for him.
Fans frantically took photos and uploaded them. For a while, there were a lot of photos of Qi Linqing's traditional Chinese paintings circulating on the Internet.
There is even an inquiry post on Zhihu.
Question 1: What is the level of Chinese painting of #奇林清? #
1L (Professor Gao certified by Big V): [Thank you for the invitation, I am in the United States and just got off the plane. I personally think that Qi Linqing's paintings have reached the level of a master. From this point of view, he is indeed a well-deserved genius. ]
2L: [sure and sure, in time, he will definitely surpass Mo Mingxuan and become a master of traditional Chinese painting]
3L: [The existence of Chinese painters under the age of 40 who are invincible all over the world]
Question 2: [How much is the difference between my landscape paintings and Qi Linqing's? ]
[The host who wrote this question is probably not an idiot, is he? You don't have eyes to see? ]
[…]
[It can be said to be the distance from the earth to the Milky Way. ]
[Let's put it this way, he can be your ancestor]
[Hahahahahaha I laughed until I rolled all over the floor and the cleaner thought I was mopping the floor and paid me a salary]
There are also people who want to buy Qi Linqing's paintings, but find that there are no prices for them.
The bidding price of a Xianyu APP has reached 100,000 yuan.
The collection industry has always adhered to a truth-rare things are more expensive.
Why are most painters dead and their works only worth money
The answer is simple: it cannot be replicated.
Qi Linqing's reluctance to sell his traditional Chinese paintings is just in line with the law of market premiums.
Coupled with his wide popularity, his paintings have been fired to an astronomical figure in a short period of time.
The two paintings he made in "Tangyue Fengyun" are now collected in the hands of the art director Lai Ze.
When Lai Ze heard the news, he took the initiative to return the painting.
Qi Linqing confiscated them, and said with a smile, "I'll give them to you."
Lai Ze was taken aback for a moment, and immediately said: "How can this be done..." He didn't want to take advantage of others. The current value of these two paintings is probably enough to buy a house in City B.
"It's okay." Qi Linqing waved his hand and said, "Just treat it as my wedding gift to you and Mr. Fu Wen in advance."
When Lai Ze heard this, his face turned red.
"You, how do you know that Fu Wen and I are getting married?"
Qi Linqing shrugged, "Fu Wen sent me invitations."
Reiser: "...he didn't tell me."
Qi Linqing couldn't help pursing his lips into a smile.
"Sorry, it's because he asked me to help write wedding invitations."
Reiser: "!!!"
Qi Linqing's paintings are worth a lot, so wouldn't the invitation cost a thousand dollars
...
For a long time in the past, the owner of Xueyuan Painting and Calligraphy Frame Shop located in the deep alley of Pedestrian Street introduced to the guests:
"Qi Linqing used to come to my store to buy paints."
Seeing the surprised or curious eyes of the guests, the boss's self-esteem is greatly satisfied.
"Besides, I recommended him to be the painting substitute for "Tangyue Fengyun"."
The boss thought, from a certain level, he was the first person to witness the other party's rise in the painting world.
later.
Zhong Chen photocopied Qi Linqing's fresh exhibition paintings to the new series of cups in the Tea Yanyumo Milk Tea Shop.
New products are selling very well.
Within three days, the whole city was out of stock.
Netizens are still complaining about tea mist rain ink hunger marketing.
[I've been in line all afternoon and you told me it's out of stock, what's going on? ? ]
[gkd]
[I still want to buy and take home all the collections]
The selling point of Tea Yan Yu Mo is the national style.
Soon some consumers found that the painting style of "Ten Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers" and "Reed Flower Cave and Moon" printed on the cups were very similar to Qi Linqing's new works.
This kind of image is not an imitation of content, nor is it that they use the same brushwork.
Instead, it feels strangely familiar.
It's as if...they were the work of the same artist.
[I actually think Qi Linqing is very similar to Fu Yi, am I crazy! ]
[no you're not crazy]
[+1]
[I also have this feeling]
[Qi Linqing can't be Fu Yi himself who traveled through time, hahaha (I'm joking)]
[Wait for a wave of analysis from the knowledgeable boss]
[Hot knowledge: It is said that Qi Linqing's master is a descendant of Fu Yichuan]
[good guy]
[Is this the reason why blue comes out of blue and is better than blue]
…
Today's milk tea industry is highly competitive. What everyone fights is no longer the taste, but the packaging, brand, and grade.
Among the many opponents who are popular in Japanese style, cute, simple, and cold style, Tea Yanyumo has suddenly emerged, and its national style milk tea is popular all over the country.
With everyone's support, Tea Smoke and Rain Mo did not take the liberty to open a large branch or set up a chain franchise.
It calmly announced that it would only open stores in City B for the time being.
This move greatly stimulated the local tourism industry, but netizens cried to death under the official blog.
[I really want to drink it, why can’t it be opened at my house]
[Zhong Chen, you are so rich, you will die if you open more shops]
[Pain Mask]
Tea Yanyu Mo official blog did not respond to this, but released the news the next day.
The ink series bookmarks exclusively designed by Mr. Qi Linqing will be available with the cup as a gift.
These netizens who are not in city B and cannot drink milk tea are crazy.
[Fuck, Zhong Chen, you have no heart! ]
[I cried]
[The water of the West Lake is my tears]
[I really want Qi Linqing's bookmark ahhh]
[Cross-border cooperation between a milk tea shop and a well-known talented Chinese painter, what kind of bizarre combination is this hahaha]
[Please don't make a fuss, everyone knows that Qingqing and Cha Yanyu Mozhong are always a couple]
A few days later, the bookmark was released, and huge queues formed in front of the Chayanyumo milk tea shops in the whole city B.
It is not an exaggeration to say that it is lined up from the street to the end of the street.
This matter was once on the hot search.
Netizens dubbed it the "Qi Linqing Effect".
Not long after, a certain brand of sneakers also launched a joint basketball shoe with Qi Linqing's Guofeng series, limited to 3,000 pairs, and priced at 19,999.
The official Weibo comment area is full of doubts:
[? ]
[A pair of shoes in five figures, who can afford them? ]
[Qi Linqing's name is so valuable?]
[live long see]
[I only know that this brand cooperates with athletes, and this is the first time I heard of cooperation with painters]
Then the next day, the inventory was all sold out.
Netizen: "..."
They don't know anything about the rich man's world.
Du Yuanbai is a sneaker collector of the brand.
He hired ten people, and he also stayed on the official website on time to buy this pair of Chinese style sneakers, but in the end he still missed it.
Du Yuanbai couldn't help but call Qi Linqing and muttered, "It's too hard to grab the sneakers that are co-branded with you."
"Is it hard to grab?" Qi Linqing said, "Give me the address, and I'll give you two pairs."
Du Yuanbai: "!!!!"
Du Yuanbai said, "From today on, you are my father."
Zhong Chen next to him: "?"
He snatched the phone, "Get lost!"
Recently, Qi Lele has collapsed.
He found that he seemed to be caught in a strange vicious circle, which repeated itself without beginning or end.
He was filming on the crew of "Sichuan Song Xing", and the art director was Qi Linqing.
Hearing that Tea Yanyumo Milk Tea is very popular, he asked someone to line up to buy a cup to taste, and found that the ink bookmark inside was drawn by Qi Linqing.
Even friends of the same age and in the circle clamored to buy the limited edition national style sneakers, and the co-star was Qi Linqing.
It seems that I can't fly out of this colorful world.
This matter made him in a trance for a while, and the next day when he was distracted while filming, Director Li pointed his nose and scolded him:
"Although the whole crew knows that you came in through the back door, you don't need to remind me all the time, right? Next time, if I kick you out, even your parents can't save you!"
…
early March.
North City.
From winter to spring, the temperature gradually rises.
People on the street gradually changed from heavy down jackets to thin coats.
The wind blowing into the city from afar brings with it hot and humid air, making Jin Ce's nose, which suffered from rhinitis from the cold last year, feel much better.
At this time, he was sitting at the headquarters of the Northern faction—an old-fashioned villa in the city center, waiting for the people sent from the South.
In recent years, Jin Ce has also heard news that there are moths in the Southern School.
But corruption is corruption, and it can't hold back people's money.
Unlike the northern faction, they were supported by the royal family in ancient times, but now they are in such a miserable situation that they dare not even turn on the air conditioner for fear of not being able to pay the electricity bill.
A while ago, I heard that the Nanpai criminal gang was arrested by the police, and the Nanpai plummeted.
Jin Ce didn't gloat too much, he just regretted it.
Jin Ce understood that after this battle, the North and South factions were completely out of control.
The Huaxia traditional Chinese painting circle has already declined, and now I really don't know where it will go in the future.
The stealing country next door and the island country are thriving in traditional ink painting, but they are declining.
"Uncle Jin, who will the Southern Guangdong faction send this year?" A boy in his early seventeens or early eighteens asked curiously.
Jin Ce patted his head and said, "It's not clear yet, it shouldn't be Huang Yuchen, he was your defeat last year."
The boy is Jin Feibai, Jin Ce's only son and his pride.
Jin Feibai studied painting with him since he was a child, and he is an out-and-out young genius.
"Could it be Qi Linqing? I heard from grandpa that he joined the Southern Guangdong School."
"A character like him won't appear here casually." Jin Ce laughed.
Jin Feibai: "Then what if he comes?"
Jin Ce thought for a while and said, "Let's secretly save the painting of him competing with us and sell it, buy you food, and then we will turn on the air conditioner 24 hours a day."
Jin Feibai: "Dad, you are too worthless."
Jin Ce sighed deeply.
Who doesn't want to be successful
But the world is like this, not everyone is as lucky as Qi Linqing.
It seems that he has already been bent over by the rough life.
Jin Ce: "So don't learn from me, you must be as promising as Qi Linqing in the future."
Jin Feibai raised his eyebrows triumphantly, and said, "Of course! Qi Linqing is my idol."
I heard that the second season of "The Great Chinese Painter" will be released soon.
Although I don't know if there will be Qi Linqing among the mentors and guests at that time, Jin Feibai decided to sign up.
There is a huge poster of Qi Linqing hanging in his room, and he has also joined Qi Linqing's global fan support club.
Even as a member of the Northern School, Jin Feibai fell in love with landscape painting.
Sometimes when he watched Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen's cp chat on the Internet, he felt a little sour.
He even hoped that he could replace Zhong Chen and stand by Qi Linqing's side.
But Jin Feibai has self-knowledge, this is just an extravagant wish from Dick Si.
After more than an hour.
Jin Ce received a call from Lin Xichen and hurried out to greet him.
A black Maybach was parked at the door.
When seeing Qi Linqing stepping down, Jin Ce's eyes widened in disbelief.
Jin Feibai next to him was already dumbfounded.
Qi Linqing actually came? !
The other party looks even better than in online media and variety shows. He is tall and has long legs, with a dusty temperament. Jin Feibai stared at him blankly, as if countless little stars appeared in his eyes.
"You, are you here...?" Jin Ce trembled and couldn't even speak clearly.
Qi Linqing stretched out his hand and said politely: "Hi, I represent the Guangdong faction to participate in the competition between the North and South factions."
Lin Xichen said that she was too old to bear the hassle, so she didn't come this time.
Only Huang Yuchen followed, standing behind Qi Linqing at this time, like a carefree gatekeeper.
Jin Ce: "..."
Dreams come true.
The child's snacks and air-conditioning freedom seem to beckon to him.
Jin Feibai patted him abruptly, "Father, what are you in a daze for? Let people in quickly."
"Oh, oh." Jin Ce came back to his senses, and hurriedly welcomed the two into the house, serving tea and water.
After a millennium of changes, the northern faction is no more developed than the southern faction, and now there are very few people left in the organization.
And most of them have jobs. Today is a working day, so there are only their father and son in the headquarters for the time being.
Listening to Jin Ce's introduction, Qi Linqing looked down at the tea leaves floating at the bottom of the glass, thinking that this northern school is very shabby.
Jin Ce was also a little embarrassed.
The "competition meeting" that their ancestors insisted on used to be very grand.
During the period of the Republic of China, there were as many as several hundred people at one time.
As for now, don't mention it.
After chatting for a while, Qi Linqing put down the teacup and asked, "Shall we start now?"
Jin Ce just nodded.
Jin Feibai immediately said: "There is no need to compare, I admit defeat."
Jin Ce: "???"
He looked back at the child in disbelief, with a hint of hatred that iron can't be made into steel.
Snacks and air conditioners are gone
But Jin Feibai still looked firmly, and said: "Mr. Qi, I have seen your works, and I know that my skills are not as good as others, so I don't want to be ashamed."
Qi Linqing was a little surprised.
He saw that the boy in front of him was young, but he could beat Huang Yuchen, so he must have some talent.
Jin Feibai: "You don't need to compare with us. I think you have no rivals in China. You should go international."
What Jin Feibai said was from the bottom of his heart.
He really thought that Qi Linqing could go to the world.
Jin Ce sighed.
It's because I have a narrow structure, and I can't even compare with a half-grown child.
Qi Linqing looked at Jin Feibai gently, and said, "Thank you for your compliment."
Jin Feibai felt a little embarrassed by his gaze, his cheeks flushed. He wiped the thin sweat from his forehead, and stammered inexplicably, "No, you're welcome. I heard that a large-scale Chinese painting competition is being held abroad recently. Have you considered participating?"
Qi Linqing said, "Well, I will go."
Jin Feibai's eyes lit up, and he almost jumped up.
Qi Linqing thought for a while and asked, "Can I see your painting?"
Jin Ce was stunned. JPG.
Jin Feibai quickly took out a work he was most satisfied with from the room, and handed it to the other party excitedly and expectantly.
Qi Linqing spread out the painting and looked at it for a moment. The painting of flowers and birds is the consistent ornate style of the Northern School.
It has to be said that the young man in front of him has indeed learned the true biography of the Northern School.
He returned the painting to the other party and encouraged him: "Keep working hard, your painting is great."
When Jin Feibai heard these words, he clenched his fists excitedly.
Then this trip to the Northern School came to an end, and Mr. Lin's dream was fulfilled.
Qi Linqing got up to say goodbye.
Jin Ce led them all the way to the door.
Qi Linqing said: "Both the northern and southern factions may need to make changes."
Jin Ce sighed softly, "Yes."
Qi Linqing said: "My wife intends to sponsor the Northern faction. I don't know if you are interested. If you want, I will leave you the contact information, and you can contact his secretary."
Jin Ce: "!!!"
And such a good thing
Jin Ce quickly agreed.
Qi Linqing handed him his business card, turned around and got into the car.
But at this time Jin Feibai rushed out. The young and immature face was full of apprehension.
"Can you accept me as an apprentice?" Jin Feibai asked boldly.
Qi Linqing said, "Sorry, no."
When Jin Feibai heard this, he was as disappointed as a kitten in the rain, and took two steps back with his head drooping.
Jin Ce patted him on the forehead and reprimanded him: "Don't you know who Mr. Qi is? Although he is only a few years older than you, he will never condescend to accept you as his apprentice."
Since ancient times, the North and South Schools have tolerated fire and water. It has never been a rare thing for the northern faction to learn from the southern faction.
Jin Ce felt that his stupid son was asking for humiliation, and he would secretly hide under the covers and cry when he returned home.
Qi Linqing said, "There are differences in the styles of the northern and southern schools, and I actually can't teach you too much. And I promised someone that I won't accept any more apprentices."
Jin Feibai felt better. He looked at the person in front of him, and then asked:
"Is this person Zhong Chen?"
Qi Linqing nodded and said "yes".
Jin Feibai: "..."
Oh on, his heart began to feel uncomfortable again.
Qi Linqing: "If you want to learn the techniques of the Southern School, I recommend you a book, "Encyclopedia of Lost Chinese Painting Techniques"."
Jin Feibai wanted to say that he had already bought it.
But at this time Huang Yuchen had already pressed the window, started the car and drove away.
He stared blankly at the shadow of the car drifting away, and for the first time in his life, he experienced mixed emotions.
This feeling seems to have fallen in love before it even started.
There is a special product called mung bean cake in Beishi that is very famous.
On the way back, Qi Linqing bought a few bags and put them in the trunk.
Huang Yuchen drove the car and asked casually, "Do you like sweet food? I've eaten this before. It's too sweet and a bit greasy."
Qi Linqing smiled and said, "Zhong Chen likes to eat."
at the same time.
Lin Xichen visited the prison in the suburb of xx.
He looked at the handsome young man opposite the transparent explosion-proof glass partition, and sighed:
"Why did you come to this step today?"
Ren Xinyuan looked down at the cold handcuffs on his wrists, and remained silent.
Lin Xichen: "I brought you a lot of money, clothes, food and cigarettes. I just want to ask you one thing this time. At that time, you stole three paintings by Qi Linqing. Is one of them "Landscapes of Thousand Miles"?" Replica?"
Lin Xichen had heard the fat man at the headquarters talk about this before, and she had a little unexpected guess in her heart.
He wanted to confirm, so he made a special trip here.
Ren Xinyuan nodded, "Yes, if you want to see the photos, I can ask someone to send them to you."
There was an uproar in Lin Xichen's heart instantly.