After class.
Qi Linqing went to the art office.
The teachers all looked up at him.
Especially the female teacher's eyes lit up.
Qi Linqing returned the breakfast to Ji Youguang.
Ji Youguang didn't pick up the bag, and said sadly:
"Student Qi, do you really stop thinking about it? With your strength, you will definitely win the prize in the city competition..."
Qi Linqing: "Sorry."
He has to go home and paint.
Ji Youguang's mood was indescribable. He finally knew why the other party was slandered by netizens as a piece of trash who knew nothing about his skills in calligraphy and painting.
This kid doesn't want to express himself at all! !
Ji Youguang sighed, and could only say: "If you change your mind someday, you can come to me before the registration deadline is mid-April."
Qi Linqing nodded politely, turned around, closed the door, and left the office.
After he leaves.
The brown-haired man teased Ji Youguang: "Mr. Ji, you also have today."
You must know that Ji Youguang always treated his students with aloofness in the past.
Yi Chaoming and the female teacher also felt that his attitude towards Qi Linqing seemed too humble.
Bring breakfast to students
People who don't know think he has a crush on the other party, uh.
Ji Youguang snorted coldly, and said, "You don't understand Chinese painting, so of course you don't know how talented that kid is."
Yi Chaoming disagreed, "How old is he?"
No matter how talented you are, no genius can go anywhere.
Ji Youguang: "One of the brushstrokes in his last painting is said to have been lost in the Ming Dynasty, and maybe even my university professor can't know it."
Because the professor of the Chinese Painting Department of Ji Youguang University is not only famous, but also happens to be the father of Tang Gula, a student in Class 5, and the three teachers present have heard a little about it.
When they heard this, they were stunned.
No matter how true or false the words are, but comparing a high school student with a professor of traditional Chinese painting who has been famous for many years...
Is Ji Youguang crazy
Flash forward to the weekend again.
Jiang Bai sent a message to his elder brother as usual:
[Bar club, heaven and earth foot washing shop, Brother Zhong, which one are you planning to visit today?]
Zhong Chen: […]
Jiang Bai saw this line of ellipsis.
[Do you think these activities are too boring? ] He asked cautiously.
Zhong Chen: [I have something to do today.]
Jiang Bai breathed a sigh of relief: [Okay, then don't bother Brother Zhong]
…
In the afternoon, the Forbidden City in City B.
As a landmark attraction of the city, the Forbidden City is full of tourists every day. The majestic Meridian Gate Square, with red walls and golden tiles, reveals a strong historical charm in every brick and every thing.
Many foreigners were shocked by this grand Luanliu palace, and they took out their cameras to take pictures.
Zhong Chen glanced casually, then casually stepped into the museum.
Humans are visual animals. When the staff saw such a good-looking young tourist, they immediately introduced the historical background of each exhibit to him very attentively.
The boy is an excellent listener, nodding his head from time to time, which aroused her desire to tell.
Just when the staff was talking dryly, she suddenly saw the boy walk past her to the very center of the exhibition hall.
Under the bright spotlight, this three-foot scroll exhibit seems to exude a mysterious and attractive quality.
Almost every visitor who passes by it will stop and look at it for a while.
Standing in front of the explosion-proof glass, the boy gently stretched out his hand, as if caressing his lover's face in the air.
The staff came over and said: "This is the treasure of our Palace Museum, "Landscapes of Thousand Miles"."
"It is the unfinished posthumous work of Tang Dynasty painter Fu Yi."
Staff: "Fu Yi is famous, so I don't need to say it?"
Just as Zhong Chen was about to nod, he saw a group of tour group aunts holding small flags crowded around him at some point, and the bright yellow cultural T-shirts on their bodies were particularly eye-catching.
They circled the "Ten Thousand Miles of Landscapes", snapping pictures non-stop. Not only that, but also let the companions take half-length photos of each other standing in front of the exhibits.
Zhong Chen: "..."
"Girl, who is Fu Yi you mentioned just now?" One of the aunts turned around and asked.
The staff replied: "He was a famous painter in the Tang Dynasty, and history honored him as a saint of painting. However, because of Fu Yi's poor life and frustration, he died at the age of 23."
"This child is so pitiful."
"Why don't we take more photos? The painting saint sounds like Ge Li."
The aunts whispered to each other.
Zhong Chen frowned, he hated crowded places, subconsciously wanted to stay away from here.
But he looked at the painting in front of him, and in the end he didn't even move half a step.
at the same time.
Jiang Bai was lying in an air-conditioned room, eating watermelon while brushing Moments.
Then he found a Jiugongge picture of his cousin from afar visiting city B and visiting the Forbidden City.
Jiang Bai had a good relationship with his cousin when he was playing in the country when he was a child.
Just as he was about to give a like, he suddenly saw a familiar figure in the photo.
Zooming in, you can see the handsome and cold profile of the young man, and the green dragon tattoo on his arm.
The people in Jiangbai were dumbfounded.
Question marks flew out of the skylight one after another.
This, isn't this Brother Zhong
So what he was talking about was that he was a native of City B, but he wasted a good weekend to visit the Forbidden City Museum?
In the evening, the study room on the second floor of the Qi family.
Qi Linqing finally put the last touch on the silk painting, stamped and signed it.
He looked tired, as if he had exhausted a lot of energy. Then he picked up the thermos cup by the table, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip of the cold wolfberry chrysanthemum tea.
This unfinished posthumous work "Landscapes of Thousand Miles" in the previous life is finally completed now.
Qi Linqing stared down at the painting, as if across time and space, thinking of many things from the past.
His obsession with completing this painting came from his apprentice.
The little apprentice has been weak since his mother's womb, unable to travel far.
At that time, he planned to say goodbye and go out to leave.
On a rainy night at the beginning of the cold, under the peach blossom tree, the little apprentice held his hand, coughed and said:
"Master... I want to go too."
Qi Linqing guessed that the little apprentice should yearn for the outside world.
He promised to record the landscapes he saw with a paintbrush and send them to the young apprentice as a grown-up gift.
He was a man of his word.
But in the end, he died of malaria and failed to fulfill his promise.
Qi Linqing lowered the look in his eyes, bent down and put the painting silk on the ground, waiting for the remaining ink on it to dry slowly.
He smoothed the creases at the corners of the painting silk, and sighed softly.
After finishing the painting with difficulty, the people who saw the painting were no longer there.
I don't know where the little apprentice is now? He thought melancholy, after a thousand years, he probably has already been turned into a handful of bones and buried in the ground forever.