"Fu Yi's Fu is Tai Fu's Fu, is it easy?"
Mo Mingxuan smiled lightly, "Of course."
He looked at the young man, thinking that the other party was so happy to know that he won the first place that he was confused
Anyone who studies Chinese painting doesn't know Fu Yi's great name.
After all, it is no exaggeration to say that Fu Yi is the patriarch of the Chinese painting world.
Little did they know that at this time Qi Linqing's heart had already set off a turbulent sea.
Fu Yi... Could it be that someone has the same name and surname as him
No.
Really really yourself.
His painting skills have been affirmed by Tang Shaoyue, Mr. Xu and others before...
Qi Linqing clenched his fists slowly, crying and laughing a little.
It was an indescribable sense of joy. He is surrounded by this haunting.
Who doesn't want to be famous as a painter? Who wants to live their lives in poverty and no one knows about them
In vain he envied Brother Yuan before.
Don't be envious now. Pass down the name of the painting saint to future generations! It is definitely the level that can make people hide in the quilt in the middle of the night and laugh.
Mo Mingxuan said lovingly: "You have already mastered the essence of painting saints at such a young age. You are already very good. Keep up the good work! In the future, you will definitely have a place in the Chinese painting circle."
Mo Mingxuan didn't know that the young man in front of him had the soul of a painting saint floating in his body.
And the other party may have only exerted one-tenth of its strength just now.
"good."
The boy's hoarse voice sounded in the period of changing his voice.
At this moment, he even forgot that he was still on the field.
Even the regret of winning the first place and missing out with the old things again never overturned his soft and full joyful mood like holding a cloud.
It turned out that he became famous after his death.
He is not that down-and-out, unknown third-rate painter Fu Yi.
He is the painter Saint Fu Yi.
…
[latest news! Qi Linqing won the Ink Cup National Championship! !]
[Fuck? ! ]
[cardiac arrest]
[shocked my whole family]
[The landlord hopes you know that spreading rumors is going to get into the game]
[Is this something I can trust]
[Forwarding "People's Daily * The 15th National Ink Cup Chinese Painting Competition Champion, Second and Second Runner-up"
"He's a Dark Horse!" He is the rising star of the future according to Master Mo Mingxuan"
"He is the youngest Chinese painting genius"
"Huaxia Traditional Chinese Painting World! There is a successor"]
[. ]
[Oh my God]
[Help, someone help me, my face hurts so much]
[. . . . ]
[I want to say... my cheeks were not so swollen the day I got my wisdom teeth out]
[who is it! ! ]
[Who is hitting me invisibly (Pain Mask)]
[Am I the only one who focuses on Master Mo Mingxuan? He is such a big boss]
[Qi Linqing is so strong... he can win the first place in the national competition]
[Did he really come from the countryside? ? ]
[Don’t doubt it, it’s true, I’m going to revisit "Metamorphosis" now, trying to dig out the growth trajectory of a Chinese painting genius]
[But in "Metamorphosis", he has no trace of learning Chinese painting at all! ! It looks low and emememe, otherwise I wouldn't have misunderstood him]
[He secretly hides from us and wants to surprise everyone]
[? ]
[Does anyone still remember that the media in City B interviewed him and said that he was average in painting...]
[Remember]
[people are stupid]
[He may have misunderstood his own strength! ! ! ! ! ]
[Chong, Qi Linqing gkd, I don't even want him to enter the smoky entertainment circle, Qiebai, keep painting, I want to see his career line breaking into the world of Chinese painting]
[Me too! ! ]
[Wuuuuuuuu has become a fan of his career from today on]
[Why is there no live broadcast of the national competition (crying loudly) I want to see how 707 surpassed the audience and won the first place]
[Whisper bb, I want him to enter the entertainment industry. ]
[It’s great when idol idols have significantly more materials]
[Chimei upstairs, calm down! ! ]
[Qi Linqing is good at drawing, but apart from his face, he doesn't even have the slightest bit of pixel art! The acting is estimated to be hard to describe]
[Is having a face not enough? ]
[Is it not enough to have handsome guys? ]
[Isn't it enough to have a handsome guy who knows Chinese painting and is versatile? ]
[…]
[yes enough]
[I close the mic]
Netizens here are chatting in full swing under the Weibo of the People's Daily.
On the other side, Qi Lele's fans also rushed to the battlefield from Chaohua, and began to tear each other unwillingly.
Master True and False, the root cause is the conflict of interests.
These brainless fans of Qi Lele hate Qi Linqing very much, they are either blackmailing him or on the way to blackmail him.
When "Metamorphosis" was on the air before, Qi Linqing was crazily hacked all over the Internet, and their plaza control and criticism contributed a lot.
[Hehe, isn’t it the number one in a youth competition? look at your excitement]
[A group of people who have never seen the world]
[Our brother’s piano grade 10, at the age of 15, he performed alone in the Austrian Child Piano Competition]
[Ah, little sister, do you think we don't know English? ]
[I googled it specifically, the Austrian child piano competition is still a children's competition...]
[Laughing to death hahahahahahaha]
[I'm speechless]
[The young age and mental retardation of 7LL fans are really serious]
[Seconded]
[+1]
…
secondary.
"Qi Linqing won the national championship?!"
"Depend on!"
"It's amazing."
"It's awesome. I never imagined that one day our school will produce such an awesome character."
"You said I asked Qi Linqing for his autograph later, would he give it to me?"
…
In class 18, the younger brothers headed by Jiang Bai are holding two mobile phones to help fight against Qi Lele's brainless fans online, pressing their fingers on the keyboard quickly.
When the sister-in-law arrived, she all got out of the way.
To protect the reputation of my sister-in-law, start from me today!
The school leaders and teachers were both surprised and delighted when they learned of this incident.
A student who won the Mo Cup National Championship will do no harm to the publicity of the middle school.
It is even quite useful for next year's enrollment rate.
Principal: "Hurry up and take classmate Qi into the school promotional video."
Ji Youguang was not there this time. He was sitting in the office grading homework, but when he heard the news, his pen flew off.
"Really? He won the championship?" Ji Youguang patted the table and stood up.
Yi Chaoming: "Yes, you can see that everyone is talking about this on the Internet..."
Looking at Ji Youguang's reddish eye sockets, Yi Chaoming was frightened for a moment if he wanted to shed a tear, as for it
"I knew...he was worth it." Ji Youguang took off his black-rimmed glasses and took out a tissue to wipe his tears.
…
beauty salon.
Yan Qiongfang was applying a facial mask, while complaining to the beautician about her parents' shortcomings:
"My second son, he won't inherit the family property and won't enter the entertainment industry, so he insists on messing around with Chinese painting... Hey, even if he learns this thing, what future will he have?"
The beautician softly comforted the woman with a professional smile and reached out to massage the woman's face.
At this time, someone walked in with a mobile phone and said, "Mrs. Yan, I have your number."
Yan Qiongfang closed her eyes, asked the beautician to answer the phone, and put the phone on hands-free.
From the other end, Mr. Yan's furious roar came:
"Linqing won the Mo Cup National Championship!! If you two don't let him learn to paint, I'll come to the door tomorrow with a knife and kill him!!!"
Slap.
Yan Qiongfang sat up at once, not even noticing that the sheet mask had fallen off her face.
"Did you hear that? My son has won the national championship!" She clutched the beautician's wrist tightly, her expression excited and proud.
Beautician: "..."
...
A similar Zhenxiang situation also happened to Qi Yingjun.
The corners of his mouth turned up, and he remembered that the last time he had similar emotions was when Qi Lele performed on stage at the Child Piano Competition in Austria when he was young.
This is the happiness of being a brother.
"Prepare a championship gift for Linqing." Qi Yingjun asked the secretary.
The secretary glanced at the list full of luxury items, game consoles, etc., and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
Why does she feel that the second young master won't like these things now.
It should be better than this to give a set of Chinese painting supplies if you like it
But seeing Mr. Qi's cold face, the secretary sighed in his heart, but still didn't dare to speak.
Qi Hui was unmoved by this. Although he had to send Qi Linqing to learn painting according to the old man's request, he felt in his heart that the idea that traditional Chinese painting was useless could not be corrected in the short term.
However, this also proved that Qi Hui's son could not be useless.
Qi Hui's heart relaxed, and he leaned on the boss's chair and took a sip of his tea.
When Gan Yishan walked out of the arena, he felt a little regretful that he missed the ink cup this time.
But when she saw from a distance that her future boyfriend, whom she hadn't accepted yet, was holding a bouquet of roses and waiting for her at the door, she couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled.
"Cheng Te!" She waved to him and ran over.
Cheng Te stretched out his arms and hugged her in a gentlemanly way, so he couldn't say that he missed you.
"Did you win the prize?" He tickled the girl's nose dotingly.
Although Gan Yishan felt that this action was a bit chilly, he didn't show it out of politeness.
She took the flowers, smelled them, and they were very fragrant. The packaging is also very delicate, it is estimated that the price is not cheap.
"Thank you. But I didn't win the prize." Gan Yishan shrugged.
Cheng Te comforted: "It's okay, you are only nineteen years old, and you still have a chance next year."
Gan Yishan: "Yeah, I know."
"Let's go, I'll take you to dinner tonight to celebrate."
Cheng Texu held the girl's waist and was about to take her into the car.
Not far away, Qi Linqing was looking at them thoughtfully.
In the original book, Cheng Te is the third male number two after Qi Yingjun.
He is a rich second generation, who can take all men and women, roaming around the flower field without touching his body.
Everyone thinks Cheng Te is a heartless playboy.
But only Cheng Te knows that he has always had the indelible white moonlight and cinnabar mole in his heart, Qi Lele, which he will never get.
Cheng Te thinks he is particularly infatuated and narcissistic. He is willing to do anything for Qi Lele, even if it breaks the law.
The original owner was coaxed to go to Macau to gamble, and there was also his handwriting behind it.
Gan Yishan met him in his third year of high school. Just because she looks similar to Qi Lele, Cheng Te used her as a stand-in.
It turns out that the future of this girl is bright and bright. Her dream is to be admitted to Qing American Painting Department and become a teacher.
But in the end, it was personally destroyed by Cheng Te, the scumbag empress.
In the end, the original owner committed suicide by jumping off the building.
Gan Yishan is not much better. She lay in the bathtub and attempted suicide by slitting her wrists. She was delirious and spent the rest of her life in a mental hospital.
...
As soon as Cheng Te turned around, he saw the young man standing on the steps with calm eyes.
Cheng Te's pupils shrank sharply.
Why is this guy here? !
He quickly remembered that the other party had also come to participate in the Ink Cup National Competition earlier on the Internet, and it was probably just a formality.
"Long time no see buddy." Cheng Te greeted the other party with a smile.
Qi Linqing walked down the steps, and said in a calm voice, "It's been a long time indeed. I think I need to settle the old score with you about the trip to Macau."
The smile on Cheng Te's face gradually disappeared.
The author has something to say: Tomorrow 520, I decided to let Zhong Chen out of the whole sweet plot.
You don't have to look forward to it, because the author is very likely not to be able to write it