After I Died, I Became Popular Again

Chapter 40

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The news that Qi Linqing asked for leave to go to City H to participate in the Provincial Ink Cup competition quickly spread throughout the country.

He won the first prize in the city competition last time, which has refreshed many people's perceptions.

Although his grades are poor, his talent in traditional Chinese painting is obviously extraordinary.

It's just... Not many people still believe that he can win the provincial competition.

Because everyone has watched "Metamorphosis" and knows Qi Linqing's growth environment in the countryside.

The village he lives in is a poor county in Z province that ranks at the bottom every year.

—Adobe tile house, the wall skin is peeling off, and a dim yellow light bulb is crumbling at any time.

There are three or four chickens raised in the yard outside. It is said that he gets up early every day to help feed the chickens.

There has always been disparity in the world.

Province Z is a province of great culture. Especially in H City, where ink and ink Jiang Yun nourishes people, many famous calligraphers and painters have been born in history.

Even if Qi Linqing is talented, but he lives in such a remote countryside with blocked vision and lack of supplies, maybe he doesn't even have a handy writing brush. How can he compare to other children in the same province who were raised in a scholarly family

There were also voices of objection: "This is not sure. Tanggula's parents are also professors of the Academy of Fine Arts, but he still lost to Qi Linqing in the end."

"That's Tanggula's own dish."

"He lost miserably in the city competitions in the past two years, didn't he?"

"After all, there are too many bulls in H City."

Even the talented boy Yang Junye, who was interviewed by the local media in City B last year and stole the limelight, didn't even make a splash after participating in the provincial competition.

But in everyone's opinion, it doesn't matter whether Qi Linqing wins the award or not. After all, it's impossible for him to break through the sky by relying on Chinese painting skills, right

Anyway, he is now a member of the Qi family, and he has gone to film a TV series, and he is quite well-known on the Internet.

Although Qi Linqing's grades are a bit poor, if he chooses to enter the entertainment industry like Qi Lele in the future, he must be able to become a traffic star.

Yan Qiongfang actually thought so too.

However, she and her husband Qi Hui have the same idea, and they should let the child go out to experience it alone.

When he leaves his comfort zone and suffers setbacks outside, he will naturally return home obediently to seek the protection of his parents' wings.

Flash forward to the day of the provincial competition.

Qi Linqing got up at six o'clock in the morning, studied ink, mixed paint, and practiced a small work.

At seven o'clock, he went downstairs to have breakfast with everyone.

Zhong Chen raised his head and glanced at Qi Linqing who was sitting opposite, and saw that the other party was eating buns with soy milk in a leisurely manner, without the sound of bowls clashing. The movements can't be said to be very elegant, but they are inexplicably pleasing to the eye.

He looked away for two seconds, then buried himself in the porridge.

It's already eight o'clock after a meal. The Yan family's seven-seater car was parked at the door, ready to leave for the arena at any time.

Ji Youguang stood at the door and told them the precautions for the game. For example, check the painting tools uniformly distributed by the organizer in advance. If you find that the brushes are warped or the quality of the paint solidification is not good, you must report to the teacher in time to apply for replacement.

"The most important thing is to stabilize your mentality..." Ji Youguang didn't say much about this.

Mainly the two students didn't seem nervous at all.

Tanggula didn't care anymore, he knew his own level very well, and participating in the provincial competition was just a formality. Win an award? I dare not even think about it.

Qi Linqing was very calm.

On the contrary, Mr. Yan was the most anxious one. He is looking forward to his grandson winning the prize, and he has confidence in Qi Linqing's painting skills.

But he heard that this provincial competition has several children of the painting and calligraphy association bosses who also signed up for the competition.

Recently, the Painting and Calligraphy Association has just announced an ancient technique that has been lost for thousands of years. Presumably they will transfer to the children.

Yan Xiang wondered worriedly, although her grandson is a genius of traditional Chinese painting, if he has never learned this technique, will he be at a disadvantage

Yan Xiang is someone who has experienced it, and knows that a boy of this age is too rigid and easy to break.

"It doesn't matter if you didn't win the prize this time, don't put too much psychological pressure on yourself."

"In Grandpa's heart, you will always be the best."

Before they got into the car, Yan Xiang suddenly held Qi Linqing's hand and said these two words meaningfully.

Qi Linqing was not used to this sudden physical contact. But the old man's warm and rough hands reminded him of his grandfather.

He hesitated for a moment, without resisting.

"good."

got in the car.

Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen were still sitting in a row.

Sitting in front of them, Tang Gula listened to sad songs, and used Wang Yiyun to pay homage to his love that died before it could germinate.

Zhong Chen: "Your grandfather is quite nice."

Qi Linqing: "Yes."

The car turned a corner at the intersection ahead, and Qi Linqing suddenly felt a headache for a moment while looking at the rapidly reversing street scene outside the window.

The novels in this world seem to be blown by a strong wind, and the pages are constantly turning in a hurry. The words on the pages of the book came alive, and switched to pictures and scenes that flashed by like lanterns.

A part of the memory belonging to the original owner filled his head swollenly.

After he saw the original owner jump off the building and die, Mr. Yan seemed to have aged ten years overnight.

The Qi family's parents also regretted that they hadn't paid much attention to their children's psychological problems from the beginning to the end.

But it was too late.

When they were sad, they could only transfer this love for the original owner to Qi Lele, hoping to let themselves out.

In the ending, Qi Lele relied on her hard work to go farther and farther in the entertainment industry, climbed to the top, and became the pride of Qi's parents and brother.

Everyone has forgotten the existence of Qi Linqing.

Only Mr. Yan spent a lot of energy in his later years trying to find out the reason for the child's suicide.

Finally he found it, pointed at Qi Lele and cursed: "You killed Linqing! You are the indirect murderer."

But no one believed it.

Everyone thought that Mr. Yan was overly sad and lost his head.

Thinking up to this point, Qi Linqing sighed softly and lowered her eyes.

The scene of the Ink Cup Provincial Competition.

Although Chinese painting has become more and more lonely in recent years, there are still not a few students participating in the Z province, which is known as the cultural capital.

Many outstanding Chinese painting teenagers selected from various cities in province Z are waiting outside, and the atmosphere is quite intense.

When Qi Linqing and Tang Gula went in, they also attracted the attention of many people.

The main reason is that their looks are really eye-catching.

Someone also recognized him and was astonished:

"Is that Qi Linqing?"

"He actually dared to participate in the provincial competition."

"The last time I read online, it said that he bought the first prize of the competition in city B."

"Could it be another hype for a TV series?"

"..."

Qi Linqing walked to the end of the line as if he had never heard of it.

Tang Gula comforted in a low voice: "Don't pay attention to these people, netizens don't understand the real situation and just talk nonsense."

Qi Linqing: "What?"

Tanggula: "..."

As expected of you, you don't care at all.

At ten o'clock, the game started on time.

The teacher at the entrance of the venue checked the IDs of the contestants one by one. After the successful comparison of the IDs, they distributed a complete set of Chinese painting supplies worth 288 yuan to each of them.

This time, the Wahaha Group has no special sponsorship. The money for painting tools is deducted from the 500 registration fee paid by each person.

A three-layer toolbox in blue, white and transparent colors.

12 colors of 5ml Chinese painting pigments, plum blossom palette, ceramic ink plate, inkstone, folding bucket, bamboo pen curtain, which contains five brushes of different sizes, two sheets of cooked Xuan, black catalpa ruler, ink, thick calligraphy and painting Rough diamonds, and an apron.

Each person was assigned a wide wooden table, and the positions were spaced apart to prevent plagiarism.

Sitting on the judging panel were five seniors from the Painting and Calligraphy Association, as well as two city H leaders.

After all, the first place in this provincial competition has to represent Province Z to participate in the national competition, and even the boss is very important to this.

Seeing the familiar students below, the judges inevitably whispered a few words:

"That's Lao Zhang's granddaughter in the association, right?"

"And old Wen's great-grandson."

"They are here, I don't think there is any suspense about the first and second in this competition."

"Not necessarily."

"There is a good seed in Huang Luoming's painting and calligraphy training class. Here, look at the boy on the right wearing a yellow plaid shirt, that's him. This time, Lao Huang also taught him the newly learned lost technique in advance. "

The leader didn't know much about traditional Chinese painting, so he couldn't get in the conversation. They looked around the venue, but only recognized Qi Linqing, who was a little famous on the Internet.

"Mr. Xu, what do you think of that kid? He is the number one in this city B competition." Leader A approached and asked the bald old man next to him.

Old Mr. Xu with bald head: "I don't know him."

The judges present are all elderly, usually like to write and draw, rarely surf the Internet, and it is normal not to recognize Qi Linqing.

Seeing this, judge A lowered his voice and said, "I heard that his first place was bought by fraud, with a lot of water in it. You have to keep your eyes open and take a good look later."

Old Mr. Xu was surprised, "I bought it? Is the competition area in City B so chaotic?"

Judge B: "That's right, there is also a prize sponsored by the patron father behind the Mo Cup in City B!"

Mr. Xu pondered for a moment and said, "This is also normal."

Cities are in chaos. But the provincial and national competitions like them are different. The bonuses are all issued by the National Education Bureau, and the evaluation and review are very strict.

The other party has a channel to bribe the organizer of city B, so they have to be shut down.

Before the start of the competition, there is half an hour for the contestants to spread the drawing paper, pour water, color and so on.

Then Mr. Xu stood up and announced the theme of traditional Chinese painting for this provincial competition: "Figure painting."

The contestants in the audience listened, some were happy while others were sad.

You must know that figures can be said to be one of the most difficult subjects in Chinese painting.

Its shapes, proportions, lines, clothing folds, etc. are very complex.

Imitation is okay, but if they are temporarily original in the competition, it will be difficult for a large number of people.

Zhang Ping and Wen Bingjie were very confident among the many contestants who were desperate for exams.

They are childhood sweethearts and grew up in the same compound.

Especially Wen Bingjie. Her grandfather, Mr. Wen, specialized in figure painting, and she must have learned a lot of the essence from what she had seen and heard since she was a child.

So is Zhang Ping. He remembered the Linqing painting method that his grandfather had just taught him, and raised his eyebrows.

It was as soon as I fell asleep that someone handed me a pillow.

Zhang Ping picked up the brush and took a deep breath.

This time he will definitely learn and use the ancient painting techniques, which will amaze the audience! In order to obtain tickets to participate in the national competition.

When the two touched each other out of the corner of their eye, gunpowder smoke was everywhere, and they both secretly gritted their teeth to compete.

They're all so familiar with each other, it's like they're playing against themselves.

Their goals are the same, but there is only one place to participate in the national competition.

There is no emotion on the field.

At this moment, they are competitors.

And at the same time.

Tanggula at the back of the field felt like a salted fish.

He is well aware of how much he has, and maybe he can barely handle the flowers and birds, but the characters? What the hell is his biggest shortcoming.

Tanggula's mind went blank, and he had the idea of giving up.

He sighed, put down his pen, and looked sideways at Qi Linqing beside him.

Although the positions are relatively far apart, Tanggula can still clearly see the smooth strokes of the young man drawing with his sleeves rolled up, and he is as handy as usual.

Tang Gula was very envious, as if no matter what the subject matter was, he couldn't beat him.

Qi Linqing noticed his gaze, paused, raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay... It's impossible to win the prize anyway, I just don't want to draw any more." Tanggula said somewhat self-destructively.

Qi Linqing frowned, immediately scowled, and scolded: "Pick up the pen and draw for me!"

Tanggula was startled by his rare and serious tone, and subconsciously picked up the brush.

"Even if you don't want to, you have to draw, and you have to keep painting where you don't know. Because only in this way can you make a breakthrough." Qi Linqing told Tanggula with the mentality of a person who has experienced it.

"oh oh... "

Qi Linqing: "It's good to get a few comments from the teacher. Next time I will learn from experience and improve. Besides, if you don't paint, wouldn't you be wasting the registration fee of 500 yuan?"

Tanggula: "..."

I suspect that you feel sorry for my five hundred yuan registration fee, but I have no proof.

But after being told by Qi Linqing, Tanggula regained the courage to continue painting.

Due to the detailed figure painting and longer time, the time limit for this provincial competition is four and a half hours.

That is a whole afternoon.

Of course, it is impossible for the judges to sit in their seats all the time. They are all getting old, and a handful of old bones will become crunchy after sitting for a long time.

So they stood up and walked back and forth in the arena to monitor the drawing process of the players.

Among the five judges invited by the Painting and Calligraphy Association of Z Province, Mr. Xu was the most qualified, and he had even been interviewed on the Ancient Painting Appreciation Program.

He stopped and walked around, and he had a little understanding of the level of this year's contestants.

When he got to Zhang Ping's side, Mr. Xu stopped in his tracks.

Zhang Ping chose Qiluo characters, with an antique-style realistic painting method, emphasizing luxurious clothing and scene atmosphere, with a full three-dimensional sense, which really outlines the leisurely and gorgeous feeling of ancient aristocratic women.

Mr. Xu nodded slightly.

Zhang Ping noticed his action, and felt a burst of pride in his heart.

This kind of lost ancient method, apart from myself and Wen Bingjie, few people present know it at all, right

I have won.

Mr. Xu took a step forward, his gaze fell on Wen Bingjie's painting.

They use the same technique, and the overall style of painting is very similar.

However, compared with Zhang Ping, the female characters in Wen Bingjie's works are a little more delicate and graceful, and have more feeling.

Mr. Xu nodded affirmatively.

If there is no accident, the first place in this competition will be this granddaughter of Mr. Wen.

Wen Bingjie also caught a glimpse of Mr. Xu's appreciation for herself from the corner of her eye, but she was not complacent.

Beads of sweat appeared on Wen Bingjie's forehead, but she wrote more cautiously.

Because she has high demands on herself, she has always strived for perfection, and the same is true in Chinese painting.

Mr. Xu continued to walk along the aisle, not surprisingly, he found that many contestants were frowning.

For children of this age, figure painting may still be too difficult.

"Old Xu! Come here!"

Suddenly Mr. Xu heard someone calling him, looked up, and saw two other judges standing behind a young man, waving at him.

Mr. Xu walked over hesitantly.

The judges stared at the boy's painting excitedly, which made him a little confused.

Didn't the leader just say that it was bought with money

As he got closer, Mr. Xu realized that the other party had a very beautiful face.

It seems inappropriate to describe boys as beautiful. But suddenly all he could think of was the adjective.

Judge 1 whispered: "Look, his paintings are really amazing."

Mr. Xu was startled when he heard the words, he lowered his head and saw the painting drawn by the young man, and opened his mouth suddenly!

This, this is actually a work drawn by a young man

If he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it.

The painting also features female figures.

But she is a brothel girl in the land of fireworks. The concreteness of realism subverts the impression of thinking.

The woman's clothes are soft and thin, tightly and thickly attached to her plump breasts, almost as if she hadn't worn them. The picture is vivid and fragrant, and it has reached the level that can make the viewer's mouth dry.

A few simple lines are the finishing touch.

In an instant, old Mr. Xu's heart was filled with turbulent waves.

According to the requirements of different themes, the line on the screen is raised to the first important position, the color obeys the line, and even without adding color, the technique of using ink line alone to form a painting is called "white painting".

It is one of the most famous stunts of Tang Dynasty painter Fu Yi.

Historians found that Fu Yi paid special attention to the change and power of lines, and geniusly developed lines into a life-rich, independent and free expression. Thus creating a precedent for the wild school of Chinese painting.

How did this boy do it? To be able to make the costumes of the characters have such a sense of elegance with just a few ink lines like Fu Yi! !

Mr. Xu couldn't wait to ask the other party, but because of the rules of the competition, he couldn't interrupt the boy's painting.

Just two hours later, Qi Linqing had finished the sketch and started to color it.

The awe-inspiring sense of immersion when painting made him unaware that there were three more judges and audience around him.

And the more they watched him draw, the more terrified the three judges became.

The boy already has unparalleled talent in lines, but who knows that he also has such superior spirituality in color and light (smudge).

The lines like "spring silkworms weaving silk" and the thin and transparent color treatment make the women in the picture gorgeous and not vulgar, but they create a quiet and soft atmosphere in the place of misery.

The three judges are very clear.

This is one of the basic characteristics of the excellent tradition of Chinese painting - the high harmony of line and color.

It seems that water and milk blend together, and it should be one!

For the next two and a half hours of the game, they never moved away.

Seeing this, the other two judges couldn't help but came over to watch, but their eyes seemed to be firmly attracted by a magnet, and they couldn't leave.

Many contestants noticed this unusual scene and murmured in their hearts.

What's going on

The two leaders were even more puzzled.

Didn't Qi Linqing come in through the background of a wealthy family? Why are all these judges watching him alone...

Could it be that he was stunned by his terrible drawing skills

"The competition is over, all players please put down their pens."

When the four and a half hours are up, the red timer emits a mechanical beep on time.

Qi Linqing put down his pen, and just took half a step back when he suddenly saw five old men standing behind him with fierce eyes and staring at him.

Qi Linqing: "?"

Mr. Xu rushed up impatiently, grabbed his sleeve tightly and asked, "You, what's your name?"

Qi Linqing was stunned for a moment, only to realize that he forgot to put his ID card on the upper left corner of the table just now.

According to the regulations, the ID card should have been placed there throughout the process.

He thought that the other party doubted his identity as a contestant, so he took out the ID card in his pocket and gave it to the old man:

"My name is Qi Linqing."

Mr. Xu's pupils trembled when he saw the name on the boy's ID card.

Linqing... Linqing painting method!

Only then did he realize that the young man in front of him was a young man who donated lost ancient painting skills to the Painting and Calligraphy Association.

No wonder, the other party's painting level subverted their imagination so much.

There may be more than one kind of painting skills lost in this youth club.

Leader A stood up and walked towards them, saying, "Mr. Xu, should you start scoring the contestants?"

Mr. Xu covered his heart and forced himself to calm down.

"OK."

Leader A glanced at Qi Linqing's painting by the way, with a surprised expression on his face.

He didn't know much about traditional Chinese painting, but he could vaguely feel the other party's paintings, which seemed very unusual.

In short, it shouldn't be at the level of going through the back door, right

Mr. Xu turned his head to look at the other four judges, their eyes met, and everything was said without saying a word.

With the excitement of discovering the peerless talents in the Chinese painting world, they walked back to the stage and first scored the contestants one by one in order of ranking.

The full score is 100, and the average score of the five judges is taken.

"Xu Hui, 45 points."

"Ji Hongzhi, 34 points."

"Liao Lanxin, 55 points."

"..."

More than a dozen people commented on it, all with low scores.

The expressions of the contestants on the scene suddenly became a little ugly, and they secretly complained in their hearts about the harshness of the judges.

But when it was Zhang Ping's turn, his average score of 89 was the highest in history.

"Next, Wen Bingjie, 90 points." Mr. Xu read.

Afterwards, the four judges each explained the difference of one point between their two paintings.

Wen Bingjie's paintings are more delicate than Zhang Ping's.

Zhang Ping glanced at the girl with long bangs beside him. Although he was unwilling, he could only admit defeat.

Wen Bingjie's expression was obviously happy.

Can she get a chance to advance to the national competition? Grandpa will be very happy.

Mr. Xu didn't stay too long, and continued to walk down.

If he hadn't met Qi Linqing today, he would definitely praise these two boys and girls well.

But now he is not in the mood.

His mind was haunted by the wonderful picture of the prostitutes in the brothel just now.

Mr. Xu stood still in front of the boy's painting, discussed in a low voice with the judges, and soon came to the same answer.

He took a deep breath, breathed out in his dantian:

"Contestant Qi Linqing, 100 points!"

His volume is loud enough to spread throughout the arena.

The expressions of the crowd suddenly became brilliant.

Zhang Ping's eyes widened.

Wen Bingjie's expression of joy froze instantly, and she felt like she was on a roller coaster, her mood was dropping rapidly.

Several contestants in the distance looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Did I hear wrong?"

"How did I just hear that someone got a perfect score."

"And...it seems to be Qi Linqing."

That idiot who doesn't have a good reputation on the Internet is really a young master.

The two leaders almost dropped their jaws in shock, doubting their lives.

Leader A was stunned: "Really?"

Leader B hurriedly persuaded: "Mr. Xu, you can talk after you think it over..."

If they hadn't confirmed Mr. Xu's character, both of them would have guessed whether the Qi family had bought all five judges.

The old people glared at the two leaders in unison.

Mr. Xu said displeased: "Do you think we are not professional enough?"

"No..." Leader A stuttered a bit, and couldn't tell why for a while.

That is, what happened today is too magical.

Judge 2 said impatiently: "If you don't understand, don't interrupt."

Old Mr. Xu said solemnly: "He is a genius. He deserves to be a peerless genius in the Chinese painting world!"

leaders:"???"

At this time Zhang Ping and Wen Bingjie also surrounded him.

Wen Bingjie gritted her teeth, pushed through the crowd and walked in. She really wanted to see what kind of painting this guy named Qi Linqing made, which could make Mr. Xu, who has always been picky, give a perfect score of 100

Both she and Zhang Ping couldn't believe their ears just now.

Because they temporarily learned ancient techniques that have been lost for thousands of years from their parents, they couldn't help feeling confident that they thought they were superior.

But now this self-confidence is being crushed by a young man who was scolded on the Internet for using his family background to go through the back door.

Wen Bingjie saw Qi Linqing's face first, and was startled.

She had to admit that the other party was very good-looking, which made her want to take another look.

At this time, Zhang Ping's gaze had already landed on the painting on the table.

He raised his head, looked at Qi Linqing, and said subconsciously: "You also learned the association's Linqing painting method?"

Qi Linqing just wanted to speak.

Mr. Xu: "No. Qi is a public contributor to this technique."

Both Zhang Ping and Wen Bingjie were shocked from ear to ear.

It was only later that they realized that Linqing's painting style was the other party's name, wasn't it

The news that Qi Linqing won the first prize in the provincial competition quickly spread throughout the audience.

Under the attention of everyone, he came to the stage to accept the award - an education fund of 80,000 yuan sponsored by the Provincial Education Bureau, and a gold-plated trophy.

Then he took a group photo with Mr. Xu, leaders and others.

click.

Photo freeze.

The photographer looked at the teenager on the screen of the SLR camera and was amazed.

This appearance is comparable to the top idol in the entertainment industry. Who would have thought that people actually painted traditional Chinese paintings

There is no doubt that the five elders of the Calligraphy and Painting Association have a unified certification of full marks.

It is said that one of the old gentlemen couldn't help but praise Qi Linqing on the spot as a well-deserved peerless genius in the world of Chinese painting.

The contestants were all shocked. Who would have thought that they would eat a shocking giant melon when they came to participate in the competition.

And when they saw Qi Linqing's paintings with their own eyes, they had to admit that what the judges said was indeed reasonable.

The level of this figure painting... They couldn't keep up even if they bought station tickets overnight and took the train.

It is indeed the peerless genius that Mr. Xu said. It's so terrifying! !

At the same time, Ji Youguang, who was waiting outside the court, paced back and forth, nervous and expectant.

He thought that Qi Linqing would definitely be thirsty after such a long game, so he hurriedly ran to the opposite canteen to buy a bottle of mineral water.

When Ji Youguang came back, the leading teachers from other schools hurriedly said to him:

"Mr. Ji! The student you led won the first place!"

"What?"

Ji Youguang was so excited that he failed to manage his expressions, and the facial features on his entire face twisted into a ball with joy.

"I just knew... I just knew he could!"

Watching Qi Linqing walk out of the venue surrounded by everyone, Ji Youguang's eyes were inexplicably moist.

This time it is no longer because of how much the other party can benefit from the teacher's evaluation by winning the award.

Ji Youguang deeply understands that he is witnessing with his own eyes the process of a young genius of traditional Chinese painting rising like a bright star.

Maybe the opponent will shine in the national competition in the future.

He deserves this honor.

Tang Gula followed Qi Linqing out of the arena.

He is very grateful to each other. Because of what Qi Linqing said just now, he finally finished the painting and got a 67-point evaluation.

Compared with the scores of other contestants present, it shows that his level is already in the middle and upper reaches.

This made my enthusiasm for painting, which had been blown away, come back again.

Qi Linqing was surrounded by five elderly people.

They asked him questions about the technique of the painting.

It was only at this time that Qi Linqing realized that the other painting techniques that he originally created and used had also been lost in modern times.

"I'll go back and sort it out. Can I send it all to you through Mr. Tang?"

Mr. Xu and the others were almost in tears.

How can there be such a generous and selfless child! !

"Won't your master blame you?" Mr. Xu asked cautiously.

Some Chinese painting masters would be very taboo about this.

Qi Linqing shook his head, "It's okay, he has passed away."

His master in his previous life was actually a grandfather.

Grandpa taught him a lot of painting skills at first, and gradually, he also figured out a lot of painting skills.

For example, the three-dimensional technique is based on the painting style of his predecessors and mixed with some of his own ideas to create and summarize.

"Thank you." Mr. Xu suddenly stood still and bowed to him solemnly: "On behalf of the national painting circle, I thank you for your selfless contribution."

Qi Linqing was startled, and immediately helped the old man up and said, "It's okay, you don't have to."

For him, this is nothing more than a little effort and a little lip service.

But at this time, he also had doubts in his heart.

No one cares about these techniques created by himself in Tang Dynasty.

Why is Mr. Xu so excited

Just as he was about to ask, a beautiful female voice suddenly came from beside him: "Student, can I add a WeChat message with you?"

Qi Linqing looked up, and saw a slim girl looking at him with blushing cheeks.

Tanggula sighed inwardly. Qi Linqing's face really attracted bees and butterflies.

However, he silently mourned for the girl.

Who told others that they already had a big brother in their hearts.

Wen Bingjie looked at the boy anxiously.

Qi Linqing: "Sorry, I don't have WeChat."

Wen Bingjie: "..." Who would believe it

She sighed, she understood that the other party was not interested in her at all.

Interrupted by this episode, before Qi Linqing had time to ask, he was hugged by Ji Youguang within two steps of walking.

Teacher Ji's eyes were red, and he repeated with sobs: "I, I knew you could do it..."

Qi Linqing: "..."

Then he was dragged into the car by Ji Youguang.

They bought train tickets for the six o'clock in the evening, and now they have to rush back to get their luggage without stopping.

This little doubt had to be temporarily buried in his heart.

in the car.

Zhong Chen leaned lazily on the seat, slurping his milk tea while slurring: "First?"

Qi Linqing nodded.

Ji Youguang raised his eyebrows, "Yo, how do you know? You just sneaked out to see it, didn't you?"

Zhong Chen: "No, I think he has this strength."

Zhong Chen always felt that his vision was very accurate. Besides, his master is a saint of painting.

Qi Linqing can be somewhat similar to his master, crushing those little kids is not a matter of minutes.

Qi Linqing sat down beside Zhong Chen and put on his seat belt.

Zhong Chen suddenly said without beginning or end: "I am also number one this time."

Provincial shooting competition first.

Just now he was interviewed by the media at the entrance of the shooting range.

"Really?" Qi Linqing said lightly, "You are awesome."

Tanggula sitting behind them had goosebumps.

Help!

Why Qi Linqing even praised others... so hard to explain.

Zhong Chen didn't feel strange at all. Master praised him like this before, and he has long been used to it.

Qi Linqing thought for a while, then took something out of his pocket and put it in his palm.

Zhong Chen looked down and found that it was a toffee flavored with Wangzai.

"This is… ?"

Qi Linqing: "Congratulations on winning the first place."

"Thanks, and you too."

Zhong Chen tore off the wrapping paper, threw the toffee into his mouth, and chewed it.

Well, it's pretty sweet.

When Yan Xiang learned that her grandson had won the first prize in the provincial competition, she was so trembling that she couldn't speak.

This, this is actually true! Smoke is about to rise from the Yan family's ancestral grave.

He calmed down and said to Qi Linqing:

"You continue to draw, if there is anything missing, just tell me."

If a talented seedling like Sun Tzu is not cultivated well, he must have a brain bubble.

As soon as he sent Qi Linqing to the car, he turned around and called his son-in-law to spray:

"This time Linqing won the first prize in the provincial competition. I sue you, if you don't let him learn painting, I will pick him up tomorrow and raise him."

Qi Hui looked confused, "What? He won an award again?"

"That's not true." Yan Xiang said proudly: "He is a genius of traditional Chinese painting."

Qi Hui held the phone and lost his voice for a while.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Qi Linqing stepped into the house with her bag.

The living room was brightly lit, and Qi Hui and Yan Qiongfang were sitting upright, as if they had been waiting for him for a long time.

Qi Linqing put down her bag and glanced at the kitchen. He is a little hungry.

Qi Hui waved to him: "Come here."

Qi Linqing walked over and sat on the sofa.

Yan Qiongfang looked at him, pursed her lips and said with a smile: "I heard that you won the first place in the provincial competition this time? My son is really good."

Qi Linqing was silent.

Qi Hui coughed lightly, "I heard from your grandfather that you want to learn to draw?"

Qi Linqing nodded.

Even if he is reborn, he still wants to continue painting.

Qi Huiyu said earnestly: "I admit that you do have some talent in traditional Chinese painting, but you should know that it is different to study fine arts and take the college entrance examination. Can you sketch? Can you paint?"

Moreover, what Qi Hui didn't say is that even if you study fine arts, the college entrance examination score requirements are not low.

Seeing the child's disastrous grades, he didn't expect him to be admitted to a domestic university at all.

Qi Linqing said: "I can't, but I can learn."

Qi Hui was persuasive and persuasive: "What if you can't learn it?"

He thought that if the other party failed the college entrance examination, it would not be too late to send him abroad to study business.

Qi Linqing paused, and said, "Then continue studying."

One year is not enough, just two years. He will learn someday.

Qi Hui was speechless.

Yan Qiongfang hurriedly smoothed things over: "Oh, you just let the child learn. The summer vacation is coming soon, and I will send him to the studio for training in June."

studio

Qi Linqing was aroused and felt a little itchy in his heart. He has long been very curious about Western paintings with various styles.

Seeing the rarely expected expression on his son's face, Qi Hui sighed, and finally reluctantly agreed.

He added: "Let me put this aside, if you can't get into a domestic art university, just obediently go abroad to study business."

Qi Linqing didn't say a word, got up, took his bag and went upstairs.

Qi Hui said dissatisfied: "Why are you doing this, kid! I'm doing it for your own good."

"Okay, okay, Linqing is still young, don't argue with him." Yan Qiongfang dissuaded.

Qi Hui: "He's 18 years old, not too young. At his age, Qi Yingjun has already followed me in the mall independently..."

Qi Linqing closed the bedroom door to block out the sound from outside.

He went to take a shower first, and came out still hungry.

But he didn't want to go down, he searched the room for a while, and only found two pieces of Wangzai toffee.

He has always been insensitive to sweets. After hesitating for a moment, I decided to save it for my tablemate to eat in class tomorrow.

Ding dong.

The phone on the table beeped for a new message.

Qi Linqing picked it up and saw that it was a text message from Du Yuanbai.

[Congratulations on winning the first prize in the provincial competition! ! The bull is dead, Tiezi, hurry up and I will treat you to a big meal to celebrate!]

The corner of Qi Linqing's mouth curled up, but he didn't answer, and put the phone back where it was.

After reading a few books that day, he went to bed early, unaware of the violent ups and downs on the Internet because of this, and Du Yuanbai also sent him crazy messages afterwards.

The cause was that a contestant who was present at the time posted a photo of Qi Linqing holding the first prize in the provincial competition on Weibo.

The photo was taken secretly by him, and the picture quality is very blurry.

But it was still clear that it was Qi Linqing himself.

The taste is better after refrigeration vip2: [picture.jpg, those who say that Qi Linqing came through the back door can shut up, his painting not only won the only perfect score in the competition. Even Mr. Xu from the Provincial Z Painting and Calligraphy Association praised him on the spot as a well-deserved genius of traditional Chinese painting. ]

As soon as this Weibo was posted, it was quickly topped in the hot search late at night.

The author has something to say: It’s a long day today, hehehe) Akimbo

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