In recent years, there has indeed been a phenomenon that the composition of the college entrance examination is classical Chinese.
But the teacher didn't believe that it was written by Qi Linqing, who was the last one in age.
The teacher glanced at the boy and said, "Okay, you write, you write now in front of me."
With such a good-looking face, why does his personality like to pretend to be bragging
The teacher is really incredible. While thinking, she took a pen and paper from the podium and handed it to the other party.
"Thanks."
Qi Linqing picked up the pen, bent down and began to write stroke by stroke on the white paper seriously.
Occasionally, he would unconsciously write in traditional characters, and after he realized it, he would scribble and change it.
In less than ten minutes, he re-wrote a new article and handed it to the teacher, saying, "I've finished it."
The teacher took it, and when he saw the classical Chinese text on it, his eyes almost popped out.
She hurriedly took another photo and posted it in the group, but no one recognized it as before, and she couldn't find it on Baidu.
Seeing her expression seemed suspicious, Qi Linqing added:
"Teacher, I can continue to write for you, as many articles as you want."
teacher:"… "
You can't fix it for me.
The students in the audience were confused, what's going on
They had no idea that Qi Linqing had written an essay in classical Chinese.
Zhong Chen knew. He thought of the scene where he and the other party were deliberating on the wording just now, and he felt a little emotional. It turns out that there are people who love the traditional culture of the country in modern times.
His eyes moved to the black thermos cup on the table next to him.
It must be filled with hot wolfberry chrysanthemum tea.
Looking at it this way, Qi Linqing really looks like an old cadre.
"Okay, you go down." The teacher said awkwardly.
Qi Linqing nodded, turned around and walked back to his seat.
The teacher didn't call Zhong Chen to confirm again.
She thought that these two classical Chinese essays were written by Qi Linqing.
The kid who won the first place in the calligraphy and painting competition last time can also speak classical Chinese.
The teacher shook his head and scored 100 on the composition score, thinking that maybe this is versatility.
After grading all the essays, the teacher stood up and said, "The highest scores today are Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen."
students:"???"
The two bottom ones in the class counterattacked the first place, which can be called the magic news of the year.
"But classmate Zhong Chen..." The teacher originally wanted to warn the other party not to copy the same table, but when he turned his eyes and saw the green dragon tattoo on the cold-faced boy's arm, he swallowed the words silently.
Zhong Chen: "Huh?"
"Hahaha, it's okay, let me praise you for writing well." The teacher smiled awkwardly, turned around and hung the two composition papers on the wall, and said, "Everyone, you can come and visit after class."
I heard that this second-generation student named Zhong Chen had set up a small gang in Zhaoyang District before.
It is common to fight and do evil, and ruin the other party's family.
If you can't provoke me, can you still hide
Without waiting for the students to respond, she stepped on the get out of class bell and quickly fled the classroom of Class 18 with the lesson plans in between.
The teacher didn't know that after she left, Zhong Chen, the fierce school bully in his eyes, took out bear biscuits and a bottle of Wangzai milk from his schoolbag, ate them with relish, and even licked his fingers after eating.
Jiang Bai pushed Luo Xing beside him, wondering: "Why does Brother Zhong like to eat this kind of snack recently?"
Luo Xing: "Brother Zhong is also a human being, so Brother Zhong is also hungry."
Jiang Bai: "I can't understand..."
But when he saw his eldest brother drinking so happily with a bottle of Wangzai Cowboy, he always felt something weird.
after class.
The students in the class immediately left their seats and went to the wall to watch Zhong Chen and Qi Linqing's composition.
It turned out to be classical Chinese? !
They thought of the Chinese teacher's questioning about asking Qi Linqing to rewrite it just now, and they reacted belatedly.
"Damn it!!"
So these two articles were written by Qi Linqing?
Before that, almost all the students in class 18 thought that Qi Linqing was a scumbag.
Not only because he counted down the last class placement test, but Qi Linqing's class was like listening to a scripture. The teacher asked him to answer questions, and he was never right. A lot of ironic jokes were made.
But now it's different.
Chinese painting and calligraphy, coupled with the skill of classical Chinese, inexplicably shrouded Qi Linqing with a veil of mystery.
No one in the class dared to underestimate him.
They even carefully studied "Metamorphosis" to try to find clues about his previous family background.
The answer is: can't find it.
But because of this, Qi Linqing became even more mysterious in the eyes of everyone.
"Have you ever seen a Russian matryoshka?" Mao Xiujing turned to Jiang Bai and asked.
Jiang Bai: "What?"
Mao Xiujing said deeply: "I feel that Qi Linqing is like a Russian doll. Every time I open it, there will be a new layer of surprises, which is endless."
Jiang Bai: "?"
Jiang Bai: "Da baa, nesting dolls are prohibited."
Although from the bottom of his heart, Jiang Bai also felt that the metaphor of Mao Xiujing seemed quite appropriate.
…
The Chinese teacher told the whole office about it as soon as he went back.
"You didn't see it, he said on the spot how calm and confident I was when I wrote you another article. I didn't expect that this was an 18-year-old kid. Even I couldn't understand several parts of the classical Chinese he wrote... ’ she described.
Zeng Penghai was in the same office as her, and was very surprised to hear that.
Qi Linqing can write classical Chinese
He couldn't help but said, "Are you sure he didn't copy it?"
Chinese teacher: "Old Zeng, I also thought so at first, until I asked the entire language group, no one knew. Where do you think he can copy it? Could it be that he could have traveled through ancient times?"
Zeng Penghai: "..."
"Old Zeng, you have found a treasure this time." Teacher Jiang from the next class interjected, "You know both calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting, and your cultural foundation is still so strong."
"That's right, if it wasn't for knowing that he came from the countryside, everyone would think that he was a young master from some aristocratic family." Another male teacher half-jokingly said.
Son
Zeng Penghai shivered suddenly when he thought of the other party's non-mainstream blond hair, which was comparable to that of a rapper.
Teacher Jiang: "By the way, the teaching director just sent a group message saying that the class fee will be collected today. Remember to go to the class later, Mr. Zeng."
Zeng Penghai nodded, stood up and said, "I'm going now."
He tidied up the table, took the roster and left.
As he walked, he couldn't help thinking about what to do with Qi Linqing's blond hair.
The teaching director is unreasonable, and every time he sees it, he will deduct his class's grooming points.
As a result, as soon as he stepped into the door of the classroom of class 18, he saw Qi Linqing sitting there, reading a book quietly.
The other party's hair color also changed, and the soft black hair slightly reflected the linen luster in the sun.
Zeng Penghai: "!!!"
He had to admit that, looking at it this way, the other party really looked like a son of a family.
Zeng Penghai hadn't noticed anything wrong before. But now, compared with the group of monkey students in the class who were jumping around, playing with mobile phones and chewing snacks, Qi Linqing's calm and serene demeanor seemed very out of place.
"Stop arguing!" Zeng Penghai coughed lightly and walked onto the podium.
His face is still there, and everyone in the class restrained a lot.
Zeng Penghai: "Commissioner, come up, we will charge shift fees today, 800 yuan per person."
The voice just fell.
Suddenly someone shouted: "Old Zeng, I don't have cash, do you support Alipay and WeChat?"
The veins on Zeng Penghai's forehead twitched, he took a deep breath and said:
"Okay, transfer to my account."
He had already given up on confiscating the mobile phones of these rich young masters.
Anyway, after receiving ten, they can still buy another hundred.
When Qi Linqing heard about the shift fee, he subconsciously touched his trouser pocket, and only took out a five-yuan note.
He turned around and fumbled in the middle of the schoolbag for a while, and finally took out a handful of steel coins and a few pieces of paper money.
Eight hundred yuan seems to be a long way off.
Qi Linqing suddenly regretted that when he received the compensation from the director, he spent all of it on painting equipment.
Zhong Chen glanced at him, "You didn't bring any money?"
Qi Linqing said honestly, "No, I have no money."
Zhong Chen: "..."
Isn't the Qi family too stingy with him? Not even a mere 800 yuan.
"I'll pay for you first." Zhong Chen counted out another 800 from his wallet and handed it to him.
Qi Linqing took it hesitantly, and asked, "Do you want to write an IOU or something?"
Zhong Chen: "No, you don't have to return it to me."
"Then how?" Qi Linqing said and wanted to return the money to him.
Zhong Chen turned his head to look at the young man beside him, wanting to laugh for some reason.
How can there be such an idiot, who doesn't want free money.
Zhong Chen put on an upright look while holding back his smile, and said seriously, "Are we friends?"
Qi Linqing was stunned for a moment, "Yes. Of course."
When discussing ancient books with Zhong Chen, he regarded him as a friend.
Zhong Chen stood up, walked out and said, "Since we are friends, you can keep it."
Qi Linqing wanted to say something more, but Zhong Chen seemed to have eyes behind his back, and turned around to add:
"If you don't accept it, you don't treat me as a friend."
Qi Linqing: "..."
What Zhong Chen said sounds familiar.
Qi Linqing frowned, then quickly let go, with a smile in his eyes.
He remembered.
My little apprentice once said similar things.
At that time he was even poorer than now, he didn't have half a copper coin in his pocket, and he even owed a lot of foreign debts.
In winter, I couldn't afford coal to make a fire, and my hands got chilblains. I went to the street to buy a bowl of clear soup noodles on credit, and my palms were itchy and sore from the scalding heat.
The little apprentice bought him Tang Pozi, and ordered the servants to heat up the house every time he was in class. Knowing that his wallet was empty, he always placed two plates of pastries and a bowl of red oil on the table. They were said to be snacks, but they were actually food for him to satisfy his hunger.
After class, the little apprentice had to wrap a bag of pasta and pastries in oiled paper and ask him to take it home.
He is thin-skinned and always refuses in every possible way.
The little apprentice crossed his waist and yelled loudly: "Master, if you don't accept me, you don't treat me as an apprentice!"
Finally forced him to take it all home. It also made him no longer suffer from stomach ache from hunger in the middle of the night on that difficult winter day.
Recalling this, his heart was inexplicably warm as if he was illuminated by a raging stove.
This school bully is not as unbearable as in the novel.
Qi Linqing suddenly understood why the original owner fell in love with him.
At the same time, the Qi Group Building.
In this city where every inch of money is expensive and the land is luxurious, its towering towers have become the landmark buildings of City B. In this dagger-like era, the CAB business district around it has delicious takeaways that can be ordered in turn for ten years.
Men and women in suits and OL professional attire shuttled among them with coffee in their hands, as small as nails.
The secretary handed over a piece of information, bowed at a standard 90°, and said respectfully: "Mr. Qi, this is the result report of your investigation into the author of that painting."
"Okay." Qi Yingjun slightly nodded.
The secretary notified, and immediately opened the door and left.
But after a while, she was called back by the president.
Mr. Qi squeezed the report into a ball, his face was gloomy like fog in a rainy day.
"What's going on?! Why can't you find the author??"
The secretary was taken aback, and quickly explained: "Mr. Qi, the reason why we can't find it is most likely..."
"... This person may not be famous." She said with difficulty.
The news hit Qi Yingjun's head like a Harmony bullet train traveling at 200km/h, making him in a trance.
Money is not everything forever.
If he couldn't find the author and didn't have the exact same painting, how should he explain to his two younger brothers
After school.
Qi Linqing carried her schoolbag and walked to the school gate to wait for the driver.
Qi Linqing was stopped by Ji Youguang just now to deal with the registration matters. The preliminaries in the urban area will be tomorrow, and the school will send a bus to take them there.
After reading the registration form and competition leaflets, he realized that the writing brush had to win the second prize in the national competition.
At that time, he couldn't help feeling a little apprehensive. I heard that there are a total of 1.4 billion people in this country, and I was just an unknown and poor painter in my previous life. Can I really stand out and win an award among so many people
However, Ji Youguang said that the age limit for young contestants in the Mo Cup has always been below 20 years old.
This made Qi Linqing regain his confidence.
No matter how low he was in his previous life, he was still a professional painter who made a living by selling paintings, so he wouldn't lose out to these young people.
After waiting for a long time, Qi Linqing still didn't get the familiar black long car.
He took out his mobile phone to call the driver.
There was a sudden commotion around.
Qi Linqing raised his head and saw a group of girls pointing at the strangely shaped green car at the school gate:
"It's so cool!"
"Is this a limited edition Lamborghini sports car?"
"The boy sitting inside is so handsome!!"
"My God, he came out, and he was still wearing a suit. It was completely my sniping."
Qi Linqing took a closer look and found that the short man who got out of the car was Qi Yingjun.
He looked away, thinking that maybe the other party came to pick up Qi Lele from get out of class.
He continued to call the driver.
And at this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out in front of him and pressed his screen off.
Qi Linqing: "?"
Qi Yingjun standing in front of him had an unnatural expression:
"Don't ask the driver, I'll pick you up from school today."
Qi Linqing: "???"
Qi Yingjun took the initiative to pull down his schoolbag and carried it on one shoulder, then took Qi Linqing's wrist and walked towards the sports car.
Before Qi Linqing could say no, he was pushed into the passenger seat without any doubt.
"Do you like it?" Qi Yingjun asked him, pointing to the luxurious and high-tech center console in the car.
Qi Linqing: "Uh..." Forgive him for not being able to appreciate it.
Before he could answer, Qi Yingjun said to himself:
"Didn't you say you wanted this car before? How about I give it to you when you graduate and get your driver's license?"
When he said it, Qi Yingjun still felt a little heartache.
This is his top car, limited to ten units worldwide.
If it weren't for that damn painting, he would never be willing to give it to Qi Linqing.
"No need." Qi Linqing looked down at the time and said, "Can you take me home quickly?"
Qi Yingjun couldn't believe it, and stretched out his hand to straighten the opponent's shoulder, "No, this is a Lamborghini..."
Your most wanted sports car ever! !
Qi Linqing patted his hand away in disgust, "Sorry, I'm not interested in chickens."
Qi Yingjun: "..."
He originally wanted to wait for the other party to accept this gift, and then slowly explore the matter of painting.
Unexpectedly, he died before leaving the teacher.
Plan A, die.
After school, Qi Lele stood on the side of the road waiting for the nanny car to pick her up.
He has recently devoted himself to the filming of "Tangyue Fengyun", rushing to the set every day after class.
"Hey, Lele, is that your brother?" The classmate who was familiar with him on weekdays suddenly patted him on the shoulder.
"Um?"
Qi Lele showed surprise, and looked in the direction of the classmate's finger—
The man who stepped out of the green sports car was really handsome Qi.
He watched Qi Yingjun walk over to pick up Qi Linqing, and helped him carry his schoolbag.
Classmate: "Your brother treats Qi Linqing well, why has he never come to pick you up?"
Qi Lele was silent.
He wanted to say that it was because there was a driver at home to pick him up, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back abruptly.
In a few minutes, the nanny car arrived.
Qi Lele opened the car door and found that there were other artists sitting in the car.
The agent explained embarrassingly: "The schedule has hit, the time is too tight, the company's car is too late to pick up..."
"It's okay." Qi Lele smiled.
"It's good that you don't mind," the manager turned to praise the artist, "Look, I just said that we, Lele, are very generous and kind."
Qi Lele fastened his seat belt, his expression swallowed by the dark shadow cast by the roof.
Qi Lele didn't come home that night.
Qi Hui, Yan Qiongfang, Qi Yingjun and Qi Linqing had a simple meal.
Because of the embarrassing incident last time, seafood rarely appeared on the Qi family's dinner table.
Yan Qiongfang was busy picking up vegetables for her two sons, and said, "We're going to grandpa's house this weekend, it's his 80th birthday."
Qi Linqing buried her head in the food, as if she had never heard of it.
He knew that this grandfather didn't like the original owner, and he didn't bother to come to him to make him feel uncomfortable.
He figured that even if he went, he could sneak away halfway.
Qi Yingjun's expression seemed to be frozen by glue.
For grandpa's 80th birthday, he must prepare a gift.
And what are the three favorite things of my grandpa who has been retired for many years
Listening to music, traditional Chinese painting, and playing with literature.
He couldn't help but think of the painting that was accidentally destroyed by Qi Lele, and his heart was agitated.
Could this be the gift that Qi Linqing originally planned to give to Grandpa...
A strong sense of guilt and shame overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.
"More... eat more." He could only turn this feeling into action, and began to desperately pick up food for Qi Linqing.
Qi Linqing's bowl quickly piled up into a hill.
Qi Linqing: "..."
Qi Hui and Yan Qiongfang looked at each other, wondering what happened today
Didn't Yingjun hate Linqing the most
But... it's also a good thing.
Qi Hui said with relief: "You should be like this, brothers and sisters respect each other, support each other, and you can go further in the future."
He's obviously happy with that.
Yan Qiongfang also nodded in agreement: "Yeah, handsome, you will love Linqing a lot as an older brother, do you know?"
Qi Yingjun: "Okay."
After eating, Qi Yingjun knocked on his door and took out a lot of lottery tickets and two bags of luxury clothes.
"What else do you like? Tell me, my brother will buy it for you." Qi Yingjun smiled.
Alarm bells rang in Qi Linqing's heart.
If you don't have anything to show your courtesy, you can either rape or steal.
The elder brother in the book has no feelings for the original owner from the beginning to the end, until the original owner commits suicide and is still getting worse.
Qi Linqing thought, he should know who stole his painting.
Qi Linqing's strength in holding the doorknob increased unconsciously.
"I don't want these." He said coldly, "I just want to get back the painting I lost."
The smile on Qi Yingjun's face gradually disappeared.
As soon as he let go of his hand, the lottery ticket fell all over the ground like a goddess scattering flowers.
Qi Linqing was expressionless, thinking that it was indeed so.
Under the eyes of his biological brother like a white blade, Qi Yingjun had the idea of running away for the first time in his life.
"No... I didn't steal it," he stammered.
Qi Linqing: "That's what Qi Lele stole."
Qi Yingjun: "..."
Qi Linqing: "Do you know where the painting is?"
"I know." Qi Yingjun swallowed, feeling so embarrassed that he wished he could find a hole in the ground.
Things have come to this point, I am afraid there is no room for maneuver.
He broke the jar and said:
"I'll get it back for you now."
Qi Linqing breathed a sigh of relief. It would be nice if I could get it back.
As a result, the painting that Qi Yingjun carried back was ruined by a big bubble of dark brown stains.
Qi Linqing was silent for a long time.
Qi Yingjun was frightened: "Well...how about I compensate you? Tell me the amount, how much?"
"Forget it." Qi Linqing sighed, put away the painting and said, "There is still room for saving."
"Fortunately, it was discovered early, and the stain on it has not yet dried up. I soak it in boiling water, clean it, remove the back, and then touch up the color."
Hearing this, Qi Yingjun was taken aback for a while, but he didn't know that Qi Linqing knew this skill at all.
He realized later that he seemed to know too little about this younger brother.
But that sentence was discovered early... it made him terrified when he thought about it.
If Qi Lele kept hiding it and didn't return the painting to Qi Linqing, wouldn't the painting really be destroyed
For the first time in his life, Qi Yingjun felt a little lump in his heart towards Qi Lele.
He looked guilty, "I'm sorry..."
"Let's go." Qi Linqing pushed him away, and walked into the study with the painting in his arms.
Qi Yingjun watched the boy's back disappear at the end of the corridor, feeling complicated.
late at night.
After Qi Linqing finished processing the painting, he used the hair dryer clumsily to dry it.
This time he grew his mind and did not leave it in the study.
After thinking about it, he simply took the painting back to his bedroom and put it on the bedside.
This night, accompanied by the faint fragrance of ink, he slept soundly.
...
...
After school the next day, Qi Linqing asked Du Yuanbai to go to a second-hand bookstore.
The bookstore is hidden in a remote pedestrian street, and the afterglow at dusk cuts two distinct black and white lines obliquely on the brick wall covered with small advertisements.
The strange smell of stinky tofu and snail noodles wafted in the air.
Du Yuanbai was really puzzled, "Where did you find so many strange places?"
Qi Linqing: "Newspaper."
Du Yuanbai: "..."
As expected of you.
Qi Linqing came to this bookstore to find some ancient books in traditional Chinese, which are also convenient to read.
Besides, he is now so cash-strapped that he can only afford second-hand books.
Du Yuanbai was not interested in these tattered books sold by the pound at all, and squatted at the door in a daze, thinking about how to persuade Qi Linqing to wait for a bowl of delicious snail noodles nearby.
Qi Linqing stood in front of rows of wooden shelves seriously looking for his favorite books.
Among them is a book called "Those Things in Tang Dynasty".
Although it was in simplified Chinese and the cover was colorful, Qi Linqing still pulled it out.
After traveling for so long, he has never deliberately learned about the era he once lived in.
How old was he in 708 AD? Twenty years old, just reached the crown.
The emperor is Tang Taizong.
He Wenhao and Yuan Sihao in the celebrity list are all people he knows.
Qi Linqing's eyes continued to move down.
[Liang Luoduan, 692-720 AD. Famous emperor teacher in Tang Dynasty, outstanding strategy strategist, statesman...]
Qi Linqing suddenly felt dryness in his throat, and stared blankly at the yellowed page.
In the previous life, he was employed as a painter by the Liang family of the Jingbian family, and had a brief mentoring relationship with the son Liang Luoduan for a few months. At that time, he felt that this little apprentice was extremely enlightened and would definitely achieve something in the future.
Sure enough, the other party became the emperor's teacher and left his name through the ages.
"Ah Duan is promising..." Qi Linqing murmured in a low voice.
He continued to turn the pages.
[Although this Emperor Liang's official career has been smooth all his life, he is deeply loved by the emperor, and he occupies a high position at a young age... But it is rumored that he has Longyang addiction (homosexuality)! He never married until his death!]
Qi Linqing: "?"
How could his little apprentice be Long Yang
Fake! all fake. This book must be making it up! The author has no idea of the historical situation that really happened...
Qi Linqing was so angry that he continued to turn the pages.
[According to unofficial records, the emperor even wanted to introduce a male partner to Emperor Liang, but Liang Luoduan refused. His original words were that he had been obsessed with his master for many years, and after his master passed away, he could no longer love anyone else... ps: This is an infatuated man who is a widow for his master]
Qi Linqing: "???"
Does his little apprentice have other masters besides himself
The veins in his hands holding the pages of the book were exposed.
No! Calm down, Qi Linqing once again warned himself that it was all an illusion! !
He took two steps forward, and finally came across a book called "The History of Love That Emperor Master Liang Luoduan Had to Tell".
Qi Linqing immediately snatched it away, held it in his hand and weighed it.
Where did so many romances come from? Can write so thick
Look at the introduction again:
He, unknown to everyone, was Liang Luoduan's master who died young.
He was born in a family, and later became a high-ranking emperor teacher.
They are so disparate in status that they shouldn't have a fateful relationship.
But they fell in love, is it God's will? Or is it another trick of the Buddha
Faced with the taboos of master and apprentice in the Tang Dynasty at that time, how will he break free from the worldly vision and find true love
Welcome to the large-scale ancient BL spin-off series "Those Love History That Emperor Master Liang Luoduan Has to Tell".
Production Department: Jinjiang Literature City.
He turned the book over and saw the author's name, Sagawa Chuan.
Qi Linqing's face was dark.
Okay, Sagawagawa, I remember you.
The author has something to say: on the 8th, the clip will not be updated on the 7th, and it will be updated on the 8th~