Although Zhong Fujia has been abroad for several years, he still often pays attention to domestic art news.
He recalled the time when he took the art exam, and the painting in front of him was probably the typical level that appeared in the model book for their reference.
Gao Kuo, the eldest son of the professor Gao he knew, mentioned Qi Linqing, but he didn't say anything good.
People's words are scary, but Zhong Fujia's impression of Qi Linqing was a bit ambiguous.
At this level... it doesn't look like a teenager can draw it, does it
Could it be that the other party is lying to him
Zhong Fujia couldn't help zooming in on the photo and observing it carefully.
The prominent signature in the lower right corner: Qi Linqing.
Let Zhong Fujia be silent.
He thought about it, his painting level in the high school art test was not even one-third of the opponent's, right
Sure enough, the times have changed, and now it is the world of post-00s.
The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the front waves die on the beach.
"It turns out that you are teaching Chenchen how to draw." Mother Zhong was surprised.
"Just to supervise him to finish at night." Qi Linqing smiled.
Zhong Chen: "..."
What is just by the way? You obviously give me extra homework every time.
Father Zhong held Qi Linqing's hand with a sincere expression: "Thank you, son."
Now Zhong's parents think from the bottom of their hearts that it was Qi Linqing who put Zhong Chen on the right track.
They were very grateful for it.
Qi Linqing didn't know about the misunderstanding.
He withdrew his hand, pulled the corner of his mouth politely, and said, "Zhong Chen is also very talented in painting."
Like his little apprentice, he knows everything and is very smart.
"Okay, let's have dinner first, and we'll talk later." Mother Zhong greeted warmly.
After eating, Zhong Chen dragged Qi Linqing upstairs.
Zhong's parents and Zhong Fujia sat on the sofa in the living room.
Mother Zhong asked, "What do you think of Linqing's child?"
Zhong Fujia remembered the other party's upright words and deeds, the corner of his mouth curled up, and said:
"I feel that he is very good. He is a bit precocious, like a little adult. He is also very good at drawing."
Mother Zhong patted her thigh, "Oh, this is just the right match for Chenchen. He loves to play too much, and he needs someone like Linqing to suppress him."
"Suppression?" Zhong Fujia subconsciously repeated.
He seemed to sense that there was something in Zhong Mu's words.
Mother of Zhong: "That's right, Linqing and Chenchen are a couple, can't you see it?"
Zhong Fujia hesitated for a moment.
He still... really didn't see it.
upstairs.
"Sit whatever you want." Zhong Chen bent down and fumbled in the cabinet.
Qi Linqing sat on the chair, looked at him and asked, "What are you looking for?"
Zhong Chen took the box and turned around.
"This." He raised the thing in his hand.
Qi Linqing's expression was inexplicable.
It was a long and delicate wooden box. According to his expected habits, it is usually used to hold brushes...
Zhong Chen sat on the edge of the bed and said, "I saw it at an online auction two days ago, and thought it should be very suitable for you, so I bought it."
Qi Linqing: "You want to give it to me?"
"Otherwise." Zhong Chen said: "I don't need this thing, just take it as a thank you gift for teaching me how to draw these days."
He handed the box to Qi Linqing, "Open it and have a look."
Qi Linqing paused and took the box.
After opening it, it was discovered that inside was a jade flute that was all white.
Zhong Chen: "Don't you know how to play the flute? Try it and see if you like it."
When he saw it at Gujia Online Auction House, he thought it was very suitable for the other party.
Qi Linqing glanced away, and quickly moved away. From the quality of the jade alone, he knew that this flute must be worth a lot.
"Actually, you don't need to give me anything. You also helped me a lot with my studies," he said.
Zhong Chen: "Can it be the same?"
Qi Linqing: "I think the same. By the way, how much did you buy this Xiao?"
"Fifty thousand." Zhong Chen lied without blinking.
Actually it was half a million.
Qi Linqing thought that the price was acceptable. Wait until next time to return a gift of similar price to the other party.
He accepted the gift frankly and said, "Thank you."
"Okay, thank you for what you said to me." Zhong Chen stood up and stretched, "Let's start studying now."
Qi Linqing nodded and said, "Okay."
Zhong Chen glanced at him from the corner of his eye, humming inwardly.
You drill and practice my drawing every night, now Feng Shui turns, I want you to learn too.
Zhong Chen took out a few copies of Wusan from the bottom of the box and slapped them on the table, saying: "Write! Ask me if you don't know."
Qi Linqing nodded and said, "Okay."
Then he really bowed his head and started writing.
Under the shadow of the warm yellow lamp beside the table, his profile was well defined and his expression was focused.
It seems that learning is a kind of enjoyment for him.
Zhong Chen was taken aback.
He quickly realized that something was wrong with him, looked away, and coughed lightly.
Zhong Chen took out his mobile phone and began to watch the stock market dynamics in an attempt to divert his attention.
This method really works.
The two were busy with their own affairs, and time passed unconsciously.
When Zhong Chen came back to his senses, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.
He walked behind the desk and found that Qi Linqing had finished writing three units plus four mock papers without saying a word.
Zhong Chen: "...Didn't I say you can ask me if you don't know how?"
Qi Linqing looked up at him, with some doubts reflected in the brown pupils:
"But I know all of these."
Zhong Chen: "?"
He thought I don't believe it.
Zhong Chen picked up the opponent's paper and compared it with the answer. But the more we met, the more frightened we became.
It's really all right?
Qi Linqing's learning progress speed is too scary.
"You taught me well," he said.
Zhong Chen: "..."
Qi Linqing accidentally caught a glimpse of the stock market dynamics displayed on the other party's mobile phone, and asked casually:
"Are you still trading in stocks?"
Zhong Chen: "Uh, I'm still studying."
However, the few stocks that Zhong Chen bought some time ago to test the waters have already doubled and earned hundreds of thousands, and he has never told anyone about it.
Qi Linqing said sincerely, "That's amazing."
Hearing this sentence, Zhong Chen was inexplicably warmed up, and wanted to show off, so he pretended to be nonchalant and said:
"I bought stocks a few days ago and made several times."
Qi Linqing: "You are amazing. Unlike me, I don't know how to manage money."
Zhong Chen sipped his lips and said, "I can..." Teach you.
For some reason, he suddenly swallowed the remaining two words.
"I can help you manage your finances in the future." Zhong Chen said.
Qi Linqing laughed it off, thinking the other party was joking. He raised his wrist and looked at his watch, it was already late.
He put down his pen, folded the papers one by one and put them aside.
He stood up and pushed the chair back into the table.
"Should we go to the studio now?"
"Oh... I forgot. I'm going to pack my luggage now." Zhong Chen hurried to the cloakroom at the back of the bedroom, ripped off a few pieces of clothing and wanted to stuff them into the suitcase.
"Wait a moment."
Qi Linqing walked up to him, raised his hand, took the clothes, shook them, and began to fold them.
Zhong Chen raised his eyes and saw that the other party folded his clothes neatly into tofu cubes before putting them back into the suitcase.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
Qi Linqing explained: "If you stuff it like this, your clothes will wrinkle."
Zhong Chen: "Well, I know, I'm not in a hurry today, and I would have stacked them well in the past."
Qi Linqing: "It's okay, I'll help you stack it together."
After he finished speaking, he raised his foot and walked over to pull the closet door.
Just as Zhong Chen wanted to stop him, he didn't say "no—" yet.
That closet was a taboo place, and he never asked his aunt to clean it.
Slap.
The closet door opened.
A large pile of clothes studded with punk silver chains and big brand LOGOs belonged to the original owner, all rolled down with a clatter.
It was as if a big truck was dumping garbage, covering Qi Linqing's whole body and face in an instant.
Zhong Chen covered his mouth: "..."
Qi Linqing brushed off the big green beach pants on top of his head, turned his hair and asked him from the bottom of his heart:
"Have you really folded your clothes before?"
At nine o'clock in the evening, Zhimo Studio.
Gan Yishan paced back and forth nervously in the bedroom.
Ye Runan sat on her bed, ate potato chips, and said, "Isn't it just an apprentice, do you have to be so nervous?"
Gan Yishan: "You didn't study Chinese painting, I don't know how awesome he is...",
Ye Runan: "Then you should give up too. You two are both studying in the studio now, how can he teach you? I heard that Qi Linqing is very busy, besides guiding Zhong Chen, he has another classmate in the class."
Gan Yishan thinks about it too. Her grandpa used to be old school too.
She knows the rules of accepting apprentices of real Chinese painting masters, which are exactly the same as those in the costume TV dramas. They kowtow and serve tea and water to recognize the ancestors, not to mention how solemn they are.
Ye Runan looked at her and said strangely: "And Qi Linqing is younger than you, right? Don't you feel ashamed to call him your teacher?"
Gan Yishan: "What's so embarrassing..."
In her eyes, new Chinese painters are eternal gods.
Although the skills taught by the other party in the video are only superficial, they have benefited her a lot.
"Wait!" She looked at the new message sent by the phone screen, with a pleasant expression on her face: "He told me to go to the commissary! I'll go first."
Gan Yishan put on his coat and rushed out in a hurry.
behind.
Her two roommates and Ye Runan looked at each other.
Roommate A: "She's in such a hurry, doesn't she like Qi Linqing?"
Roommate B: "Don't, although Gan Yishan is pretty, but she is completely hopeless. After all, Qi Linqing likes boys."
Ye Runan raised his head and looked at the empty door with a thoughtful expression.
And the other side.
Gan Yishan walked to the playground, but was rejected by Qi Linqing as expected.
"Sorry, I don't have much time to accept apprentices recently," he said.
Gan Yishan didn't feel too disappointed when he heard the news with his own ears. She knew she was unworthy.
Qi Linqing: "But if you have any questions, you can ask me anytime."
Gan Yishan bowed to him, "Okay! Thank you!!"
"Do you want to take the Chinese Painting Department in college?" Qi Linqing asked.
"Yes." Gan Yishan nodded.
"Then work hard, you have great potential."
Hearing the other party's encouragement, for some reason, Gan Yishan felt as if he had been beaten with chicken blood.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Zhong Chen standing behind Qi Linqing in the convenience store, she didn't dare to disturb them, and quickly retreated after saying a few words.
Zhong Chen actually didn't expect Qi Linqing to refuse.
He thought that the other party's character of such a good old man might take Gan Yishan as his apprentice to teach him seriously and continue to pass on the line of traditional Chinese painting.
But in all fairness, Zhong Chen was a little happy.
Sure enough, the essence of human beings is possessive desire.
"Why didn't you take her as an apprentice?" he asked.
Qi Linqing walked towards the supermarket, bought him an ice cream, and said casually, "I already have you now."
Zhong Chen paused, his cheeks felt a little hot unconsciously.
"You, what are you talking about?" His voice became quieter.
Qi Linqing looked at him, "I have to teach you how to draw every day now, so I don't have time to teach her."
Zhong Chen: "Are you recruiting apprentices and still engaging in 1V1?"
Qi Linqing: "Huh?"
He didn't understand what he meant.
The corners of Zhong Chen's mouth curled up slightly, "It's just that you always only accept one apprentice."
Qi Linqing: "Not sure."
Except for Liang Luoduan, he didn't take many apprentices before.
Zhong Chen: "Then should I call you Teacher Qi now?"
Qi Linqing: "No need."
Zhong Chen: "Why? Be a teacher for one day and be a father for life."
He suddenly realized something was wrong when he said this sentence.
Isn't Qi Linqing his father? It's just too weird.
Qi Linqing looked at his face, sighed, and took out a tissue from his pocket to wipe off the white ice cream stains on his lips.
"Because if this is the case, I should also call you Teacher Zhong."
Under the night, Zhong Chen's face turned red.
The time in the studio passed quickly.
After that, Qi Linqing began to study oil painting.
His keen intuitive inspiration in color often makes the class D teacher very moved.
What is a genius? This is.
Students in other classes didn't know Qi Linqing's painting progress, they thought he had learned it before.
But only the students in Class D witnessed the learning speed of this genius, which was frightening to a terrifying degree.
Any type of painting, in the hands of the other party, will definitely be learned in less than a day.
The next day, you can draw inferences from one instance.
On the third day, his level can completely surpass that of the teacher.
This made Qi Linqing secretly gain the nickname "monster" in the studio teacher's office.
While absorbing a lot of art knowledge, he himself is also thinking about his future.
Most of the students in the class have already thought about the major they want to apply for in the university.
Such as fashion design, art graphic design.
Feng Jiaqing wanted to study industrial design.
The more he learned, the more uncertain Qi Linqing felt, and a little at a loss.
After school that day, he and Zhong Chen walked on the green path back to the dormitory.
The sun was very strong, and the breeze was blowing slightly cool.
Qi Linqing asked, "What department are you going to apply for in university?"
Zhong Chen was taken aback for a moment, thinking that the other party had noticed it.
He had already thought about it, and he would apply for the Department of Finance in the future.
I came to the studio to learn painting during the summer vacation, just to find out about Qi Linqing's situation.
"I haven't figured it out yet." He could only cover it with this vague reason.
Qi Linqing: "I didn't think about it either."
Zhong Chen was very surprised, "You didn't even think about it?"
He thought that a very assertive person like the other party must have had an idea in his heart.
Qi Linqing nodded, a rare look of confusion appeared on his face.
Zhong Chen: "You can learn Chinese painting, anyway, you are so good at Chinese painting, and you like it very much..."
Qi Linqing: "They won't let me apply to the Chinese Painting Department."
The people in the Provincial Painting and Calligraphy Association wanted him to be a professor in the Chinese Painting Department.
Zhong Chen thought that his parents disagreed and was worried about his family.
"It's okay, take your time." He patted Qi Linqing's shoulder reassuringly.
At the same time, the National Painting and Calligraphy Association.
In the office, several elderly people were drinking tea and chatting.
"That kid's name is Qi Linqing, right? Since his contribution to the lost painting skills has spread, it has improved the level of Chinese painting in our country a lot."
"really."
"I read the information sent by the Provincial Association of Z. Really, there are too many subtleties."
"The child's master is definitely a big shot."
"Recently, new stars in the Chinese painting world are really rising. And the newcomer to Chinese painting who broadcast live on the Internet has already gone abroad."
"Those foreign masters want to know about these lost techniques after many inquiries."
"Hmph, look at their rampant behavior before, I really don't want them to know." An old man in gray clothed his beard and stared.
The president nodded and said: "Although art has no borders, let the people in our association understand it first."
The white-haired old man said: "I heard Mr. Xu from Province Z say that this newcomer to traditional Chinese painting is that child Qi Linqing."
Hui Commoner: "How is that possible?! I have watched the live broadcast of Douyin, a newcomer to traditional Chinese painting, and even gave him a reward. His painting skills are really good, logically speaking, it is impossible for him to be so young."
The white-haired old man hesitated: "But they all know the lost traditional Chinese painting techniques..."
Gray Commoner pondered for a moment and said, "Maybe they know each other."
Although this reason sounds far-fetched, it can barely explain the current situation.
After all, it is absolutely impossible for them to believe that this eighteen-year-old boy is a master of traditional Chinese painting who shocked foreign countries.
…
And with these lost techniques widely publicized in the association, everyone from certain masters to beginners of traditional Chinese painting feel that their painting skills have improved and improved.
After a while, Bangziguo will hold an international Chinese painting competition.
The older generation generally don't know how to participate in this kind of competition, but it is a great opportunity for some Chinese painting lovers in their 30s and 40s to make a name for themselves.
In the past, domestic painters were always at a disadvantage.
But this time, the emergence of a large number of lost traditional Chinese painting techniques gave them confidence.
Although they have only taken a small step so far, they believe that this will be a big step for the Chinese traditional painting world.
On this day, Feng Jiaqing showed Qi Linqing a small card book.
The stickman he drew himself is dynamic when he turns the page.
"It's fun, hehe." Feng Jiaqing smiled foolishly.
Qi Linqing took the book and flipped through it several times, really finding it very interesting.
Kind of like a modern anime.
The dynamic sense of painting was originally derived from the static.
Qi Linqing wanted to try any new kind of painting when he saw it.
He raised his eyes and saw Zhong Chen sitting in front of the easel, picked up a pencil and drew the outline of the other party on the lower right corner of the back of the sketch paper.
One, two, three... finally accumulated into a thick stack.
Qi Linqing casually put the waste paper aside.
in a few days.
Evening, classroom.
"Do you think the sunset glow is particularly beautiful today?" Feng Jiaqing turned to him and asked.
Zhong Chen looked out the window, not interested, and looked down at his phone.
Feng Jiaqing: "Where's Brother Qi?"
Zhong Chen: "He went out to pour water."
Feng Jiaqing moved closer to him and whispered, "I'll tell you a secret."
Zhong Chen: "?"
Feng Jiaqing: "Go to Brother Qi's place and flip over the back of his previous stack of paintings."
Zhong Chen didn't know why, but he still walked over according to the other party's intention, and took out the pile of drawing paper from the box.
The fronts are all sketches, gouache or oil paintings drawn by Qi Linqing, nothing unusual.
But when he turned to the back, Zhong Chen was stunned when he saw the light black and gray outline on the paper.
Flipping through one by one, the other party's paintings are all about him.
Feng Jiaqing gestured: "Try it, stack the paintings and turn the pages with your thumbs."
Zhong Chen followed suit.
As a result, these still paintings turned into a brief dynamic movie, recording him drinking milk tea and drawing.
He looked at it, and his heartbeat slowed down by half a beat.
The author has something to say: as he was writing, he suddenly knew Qi Linqing's attributes after falling in love.
He must be the father's boyfriend
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