Qi Linqing returned to the classroom with the trophy, and received the attention of the whole class.
Not everyone is hostile to him.
Except for Zhong Chen's younger brothers, most of the girls in the class have a good impression of his handsome face.
And now knowing that he is talented, I am even more excited.
Jiang Bai's front table, Mao Xiujing, held his chin, and said while admiring: "In terms of appearance, he can be selected as a junior high school."
Jiang Bai's head was full of black lines, "Our school's school grass is obviously Qi Lele and Brother Zhong, okay?!"
Mao Xiujing did not dare to comment on Zhong Chen, and only said:
"I don't care, I like Qi Linqing better. Don't you think Qi Lele is too milky? He is short and has no masculinity at all. Let's just count him as a school girl."
Jiang Bai: "You mean that Qi Lele is very motherly?"
Mao Xiujing shrugged, "I never said that."
She just prefers handsome boys like Qi Linqing.
Jiang Bai snorted coldly. He doesn't care, anyway, he has a family filter for Qi Lele.
Who told this to be the person that the elder brother likes, rounded up, it is equal to their sister-in-law!
Several girls around also joined the discussion topic.
"I was surprised when I watched "Metamorphosis" before. How did Qi Linqing grow taller in the living environment in the village since he was a child?"
"He looks almost 1.9 meters."
"And the face is also very good-looking. It looks like the president of the Qi family."
"Ahem, maybe this is genetic inheritance?"
"The Qi family's genes are really good..."
Some people also wonder where Qi Linqing learned Chinese painting and calligraphy
Mao Xiujing took out her phone and shook it, signaling:
"Don't you all look at the school wall? Someone has been discussing that he surprised all the teachers by painting on the spot in the art office two days ago. At that time, he said that it seemed that an old man in the village taught him."
Qi Linqing didn't notice the discussion about him in the class.
Holding a few things, he returned to his seat and sat down.
In addition to the trophy, there are also two gold pens with the logo of the junior high school, which are the prizes for the first place in the two competitions.
Qi Linqing thought that he could not use two pens by himself, so he took out one and asked Zhong Chen:
"Do you want it?"
Zhong Chen was originally painting the campus wall, when he heard this, he raised his head.
But after seeing the two pens with exactly the same style, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
Isn't this a couple pen?
Zhong Chen's expression was cold: "No."
"Okay." Qi Linqing put the pen into the drawer.
There was still a while before class, Qi Linqing took out "Tonglu Lunhua" from his schoolbag and turned the pages to read it.
"I like the "Painting Book" in it the most." Zhong Chen said suddenly.
Qi Linqing was slightly startled, and then saw a white and slender finger stretched out in front of him, tapping the paragraph on the page:
[Washing brushes in the morning, showing beauty in the evening, diligently rendering inkstones, stippling, baking azure... When painting landscapes, the intention is to put the brush first. Zhangshan Chishu, Cunmadou people, this is its style. People have no eyes, trees have no branches, mountains have no cracks, and are as high as the clouds. Ming Xian Zong Yueqin, books and pictures, remove miscellaneous desires.]
— this long paragraph.
"Have you seen it too?" he asked softly.
Zhong Chen nodded: "Yes."
Qi Linqing was a little strange, the cannon fodder Gong in the book was obviously a irascible young man with no knowledge and skills, how could he calm down and read "Tong Lu Lun Hua"
Little did he know that Zhong Chen was also surrounded by a lingering fog at this moment.
It didn't say in the book that this vicious male supporting role can also calligraphy or painting?
The two people from ancient times thought hard, and finally came up with different answers in their hearts.
Qi Linqing thought that he had misremembered the content of the original work that he didn't understand much at the time.
However, Zhong Chen, who has been addicted to the Jinjiang Novel APP recently while surfing the Internet, is sure and affirmed:
There must be a bug in this book! !
After school in the afternoon.
Ji Youguang stayed at the door of the classroom of Class 18, trying to persuade Qi Linqing to sign up for the City Ink Cup Painting and Calligraphy Competition.
Qi Linqing didn't want to refuse and said:
"Sorry teacher, I'm not free recently."
In addition to adapting to this era and learning simplified Chinese characters, he also has to find time to complete the "Landscapes of Thousand Miles" that he hadn't finished in his previous life. I really don't have the energy to go to the game anymore.
What's more, Qi Linqing is naturally not interested in these things of fighting for fame and fortune.
"Think again!" Ji Youguang was unwilling to give up.
If a student wins an award in an urban competition, it will not only give him a good face, but it will also be quite beneficial to his teaching position this year.
Qi Linqing: "You can find other classmates."
Ji Youguang blurted out: "No other student is as good as you!"
Qi Linqing: "Uh...then let me think about it."
He really had no choice but to use excuses to perfunctory Ji Youguang for the time being.
Ji Youguang looked very happy, "Okay, okay, go home and tell your parents, they will definitely support you."
Qi Linqing replied calmly: "Okay."
But when he got home, Qi Linqing didn't mention the competition at all, and remained silent as usual.
After eating, he went back to the house and continued to paint.
Qi's parents didn't know about his award at school today, and he didn't want to say it.
The trophies awarded by the school were left by him in the corner of the room to collect dust.
At the same moment, Yan Qiongfang happily put the first prize in the piano competition that Qi Lele brought home into the small room specially prepared for him at home.
Qi Lele took a photo of the trophy and uploaded it on Weibo. As always, she received a lot of likes and praises from netizens.
In addition to the rainbow fart, there were also a few urgings for him.
[Lele, when are you coming back?]
[Looking forward to the release of "Tangyue Fengyun".]
…
Since filming the variety show "Metamorphosis" last holiday, Qi Lele has not shown any works to the public.
Qi Lele read these comments, her eyes dimmed.
In the past, Qi Hui didn't support him in the entertainment industry, probably out of a father's expectation for his child, but instead wanted him to study finance, so that his son would inherit his father's career and help manage Qi's huge group assets.
So even though he has a lot of fans, he hasn't been able to get any good resources.
After learning that Qi Lele was not his own son, Qi Hui's attitude towards him changed.
After all, he is a business tycoon who can make the Qi family bigger, but he is a ruthless capitalist in essence.
Now Qi Hui changed his mind and agreed to let Qi Lele enter the entertainment circle, and can help him.
But Qi Lele was very clear in his heart.
It was because Qi Linqing came back and his father no longer valued him.
next day Saturday.
Qi Linqing asked the driver to drive him to Nanyuan Antique Street in City B.
The original owner's uncle Qiao Zhou opened an antique shop here.
Although he came from a wealthy family, Qiao Zhou has no ambitions. He likes to make tea and plate jade on weekdays. In his early thirties, he has lived the retirement life of leisurely clouds and wild cranes ahead of schedule, which is quite comfortable.
"Uncle." Qi Linqing stepped into the store slowly, and immediately saw the man sitting behind the counter.
Qiao Zhou was leaning halfway on a soft chair, with his head tilted, his face was covered with an ancient thread-bound book, and silver threads of suspected saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth.
"Uncle." He called again.
This time Qiao Zhou reacted, and immediately sat up straight and took off the book. But he hadn't woken up yet, so he smacked his lips and said in a daze, "Hey, take a look, this shop is all about children..."
Qi Linqing: "?"
He took a napkin from the counter, handed it to Qiao Zhou, and said, "Wipe off your drool."
Qiao Zhou felt awkward after waking up, took the tissue to wipe his mouth, and looked up at this cheap nephew, "It's you."
To be honest, Qiao Zhou didn't have a good impression of Qi Linqing. But after all, they are relatives, and he didn't refuse when the other party called to ask for help.
"Wait a minute." Qiao Zhou stood up and walked to the back room, saying, "All the things you asked me to buy have arrived."
Accompanied by the ping-pong sound of rummaging through boxes, Qiao Zhou came out with a large cardboard box in his arms. He put the box on the ground with a bang, pouted his mouth and signaled Qi Linqing to come and have a look.
Qi Linqing squatted down and opened the box.
Qiao Zhou pointed and said, "Look, this is raw silk from Suzhou, that is Baiyun brush from Huzhou, She inkstone from Anhui, and some pots of high-quality lampblack ink."
Qi Linqing touched it, and found that the quality was indeed good. He nodded and asked, "How much is the total?"
Qiao Zhou waved his hand and said, "No need, you can just take it away, anyway, there is not much money."
In fact, the price is still expensive, but it is not worth mentioning to their family.
Qi Linqing paused and said in a low voice, "Thank you, uncle."
Qiao Zhou didn't understand why he suddenly wanted to buy the Four Treasures of the Study, and was about to ask - the wind chimes jingled and the door was pushed open.
There is a visitor.
The young man came in with a black plastic bag and asked, "Boss, do you accept goods here?"
"Accept, of course." Qiao Zhou stood up.
The young man took out two tattered and yellowed scrolls from his bag, and carefully placed them on the counter.
"These are two works by Tang Dynasty painter Yuan Sihao. Look, my family's heirlooms are authentic. If it wasn't for grandma's serious illness and medical expenses, I would never be willing to sell them..." He burst into tears as he spoke, his eyes flushed .
Qi Linqing was taken aback when he heard the words. The name was familiar to him.
Qiao Zhou lost interest as soon as he heard it, but he still put on leather gloves, opened the painting, and picked up a magnifying glass to make a show.
Yuan Sihao is one of the most collectible historical painters in recent years, and his works are rarely handed down from generation to generation. In 2016, his "Jiangfan Attic" was auctioned in Hong Kong for a high price of over 8 million Hong Kong dollars.
Qiao Zhou didn't believe at all in his heart that the real work of this big boss would appear in his small antique shop.
Qiao Zhou: "What's your psychological price?"
The young man replied immediately: "At least five million."
Qiao Zhou: "..." Why don't you kill pigs
He quickly closed the scroll, pushed it over and said calmly, "Sorry, we don't accept it here."
Qiao Zhou put the jargon very euphemistically, "not accepting" means that they are fakes.
The young man was a little anxious, and shouted: "Look carefully again! This is definitely the real work..."
Qiao Zhou: "Turn left when you go out and walk to the end, which is the most famous Guardian Auction House in City B, so walk slowly."
The young man's complexion changed slightly, and he begged in a low voice: "It's okay to sell it cheaper, my family is really desperate now, please, I can't just watch grandma die!"
Qiao Zhou's tone was perfunctory: "High imitations are worthless, and I'm sorry for you if I pay you two thousand yuan."
"Are you willing to buy two thousand yuan?" The young man followed suit.
Qiao Zhou: "...No." Only fools are taken advantage of.
At this moment, Qi Linqing suddenly said, "I offer two thousand, are you willing to sell it to me?"
The young man nodded hurriedly, handed over the painting with both hands and said:
"Willing. Willing!"
"Don't buy it!" Qiao Zhou quickly dissuaded his nephew: "It's fake! It's useless if you buy it!!"
Qi Linqing took the painting and said, "It's okay."
Those two simple words suddenly blocked Qiao Zhou's throat like a wine cork.
That's all. In front of the young man, Qiao Zhou couldn't say anything more, so he could only think sullenly, anyway, it's only two thousand yuan, just buy it for fun.
Youth: "Support zfb and WeChat transfers."
Qi Linqing: "I only have cash."
Youth: "Ahem, cash is also fine."
Qi Linqing counted out twenty red banknotes from his schoolbag and handed them to the other party.
When the money and goods were settled, the young man ran away, as if someone was chasing his life behind him.
Qiao Zhou said quietly: "See, this is a liar."
Qi Linqing smiled, "It's okay."
He opened one of the paintings again, and stroked the familiar traces with his fingers.
Qi Linqing didn't know any techniques of learning from ancient times. He bought them only because of one of the paintings, half of which he continued to paint.
Of course he could recognize his own handwriting.
Qiao Zhou sighed and patted him on the shoulder, saying earnestly:
"You silly child, you have never seen the dangers of this society. Do you believe it when the other party says that grandma is seriously ill? Seriously, be smarter next time, don't believe it, it's all a routine!!"
"By the way, don't ask me how I know." Qiao Zhou added.
Qi Linqing came to a sudden: "Have you been cheated before?"
Qiao Zhou: "..."
It's better for the child to be stupid.
Because of being cheated last time, at least dozens of people have come to Qiao Zhou to sell fake goods in the past six months, all using the same excuse. The seriously ill grandma has never changed, and she doesn't even bother to change to grandpa and grandma.
Qiao Zhou cursed in his heart: You all have a conscience. . )
It was not too late at this time, Qi Linqing sorted out the things in the box and prepared to go back.
"Is Yuan Sihao famous now?" He asked the doubts in his heart just now.
Qiao Zhou smiled: "Not only is he famous, but his paintings are famous all over the country. A painting costs several million."
The air seemed to freeze.
Qi Linqing looked down at the two ants crawling across the wooden floor, with a complicated expression on his face.
He and Yuan Sihao used to be close friends, and they were both low-level painters who made a living by painting... At the most difficult time, they retouched the brushes of the smokey woman, just in exchange for grain to help the kitchen.
Yuan Sihao made no secret of his ambition, eager to be famous.
"One day, I will let the whole world compete for my work."
Thousands of years later, Yuan Sihao's dream has come true.
What about his
Qi Linqing really wanted to ask Qiao Zhou if many people knew about Fu Yi.
But he opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't ask anything.
Before leaving, Qi Linqing also left another painting for Qiao Zhou as a reward for the other party's shopping for him.
He and Yuan Sihao have known each other for many years, so of course he can recognize that this is the other party's authentic work. As small as brush strokes and as large as coloring, it undoubtedly does not show its familiar style.
Qiao Zhou was forced to accept his nephew's "good intentions" after he refused, and put the painting aside.
the next day.
Tang Quan, an antique appraiser from the auction house next door, came to Qiao Zhou's shop for tea.
Qiao Zhou, although he knows a lot about antiques and has countless eyes, but he has strong communication skills and extensive contacts.
If it weren't for the help of friends, Qiao Zhou's antique shop would have gone bankrupt long ago.
The two chatted for a while, Tang Quan became interested, glanced around his shop, and said simply:
"Have you received any new products recently? I'll help you palm your eyes."
Tang Quan is sixty years old, has been in the antique world for many years, and has a vicious vision. If you want to invite him, the appreciation fee can be quite expensive.
Knowing that he was taking advantage again, Qiao Zhou sighed and said, "Forget it, what good things can I collect in this small store? It's just a waste of your energy."
"Don't underestimate yourself." Tang Quan comforted: "You only drilled 200 pieces last year."
Qiao Zhou cried and said, "Isn't that enough? I almost lost my wife's money!"
If it wasn't for the fact that the shop could not be rented out, Qiao Zhou would have escaped sadly from here with his tail between his legs.
"In our business, we will not open for three years, and we will eat for three years when we open." Tang Quan got up, pacing with his hands behind his back, looking at the rows of "antiques" on the shelves, and said: "In case that day you Did you just miss a genuine item by chance?"
Qiao Zhou said without hesitation: "Impossible!"
He had already completely despaired of his shit-like luck and vision.
"Wait, what is this?" Tang Quan picked up an old painting scroll on the shelf.
Qiao Zhou scratched his head, "Another scammer came today, claiming that this is Yuan Sihao's original work. My nephew refused to listen to the persuasion and insisted on buying it. After buying it, he insisted on giving me one..."
Tang Quan took out a pair of reading glasses from his jacket pocket, put them on, and slowly opened the scroll to read.
After a few minutes.
Tang Quan's hand holding the painting began to tremble, and he shouted, "Quick! Help me get the gloves!"
Qiao Zhou didn't know why, but when he saw Tang Quan's eyes of three points of horror, seven points of shock and a little surprise, he felt a little apprehensive, and hurriedly went to get the gloves and handed them to the other party.
Tang Quan: "Flashlight! Magnifying glass!"
Qiao Zhou took them one by one.
Then.
Qiao Zhou heard Tang Quan, a respected old man, swear:
"Damn it! This is really Yuan Sihao's authentic work!!"