Because of that natural celebrity face and tattoos on his arms, Cai Ji recognized Zhong Chen almost at a glance.
The news that the other party and Qi Linqing co-starred in "Tangyue Fengyun" was so popular that their CP fans have already formed a super talk.
But Cai Ji felt that with his cousin's character, he probably wouldn't really fall in love with Zhong Chen.
Probably just a misunderstanding spread by netizens.
Zhong Chen looked at him, frowned, and asked, "Who are you?"
The strong hostility almost turned into a real cold air blowing towards his face.
Even though it was midsummer, Cai Ji felt a chill, and subconsciously raised his hand to hold the bath towel tightly.
He opened his mouth and was about to answer.
The butler has already rushed over upon hearing the sound, seeing his distressed appearance, he hastily bowed down to apologize:
"I'm sorry, I'm going up now to help you see the situation in the bathroom."
Are the housekeepers so respectful? It's almost like treating the male master of the house.
Zhong Chen instinctively sensed the danger.
Cai Ji said to the housekeeper, "Okay, thank you."
He also felt that his current appearance was not suitable for appearing in front of strangers, so he turned around and whispered to Zhong Chen:
"Hello, my name is Cai Ji, and I am Qi Linqing's younger brother."
As soon as Zhong Chen raised his eyelids, he almost wrinkled into balls.
younger brother
Why had he never heard of the Qi family having a younger brother, and it was never mentioned in the book.
Could it be that kind of good brother recruited from outside
As soon as this idea came out, it was like a raging fire, and the more it burned, the more dangerous it became.
Zhong Chen's lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, and his heart was more like an overturned seasoning bottle, with mixed flavors.
Last week, he was still worried that he was too deep and deliberately stayed away, keeping a distance from the other party.
This was really effective, and after a brief heartbeat passed, he gradually calmed down.
However, at the moment when he saw the young man in a bathrobe with ambiguous marks on his neck, Zhong Chen felt that the string called reason in his brain was completely broken.
He finally understood that he liked Qi Linqing.
Even if he can't fully confirm that the other party is the master, he still likes him.
The butler looked sideways at him from the stairs, and said apologetically, "Master Zhong, can you sit down for a while?"
"I want to go to the basement, where do you go in the basement here?" Zhong Chen asked.
The butler pointed to the direction to the basement door.
"Thanks."
Zhong Chen took off the bag and put it on the ground, opened the door and walked down the dark stairs.
It has been rainy recently, and the basement inevitably has some damp and dense water vapor.
When he walked in, he saw Qi Linqing painting.
The other party was wearing white linen home clothes, the style was loose, and half of his white arms were exposed under the rolled up sleeves.
Qi Linqing stood in front of the new Chinese-style Eight Immortals table, dipped in ink and swiped a brush. The profile of his lowered head and downcast eyes was smudged with the light falling from the top of his head, presenting a warm tone like jade.
This scene endlessly reminded Zhong Chen of a sunset oil painting painted by the other party.
The texture of the two is very similar.
Hearing the noise, Qi Linqing raised his head to look at him, a flash of astonishment flashed in his glazed brown pupils:
"How did you come?"
Zhong Chen came closer and said, "I'll give you books. Didn't you want to read Mr. Mingyue's ancient books last time?"
Qi Linqing recalled it in his mind, and didn't think about it for a long time.
He only remembered that he might have mentioned Mr. Mingyue to Zhong Chen during his usual chats, but he didn't say that he wanted to read Mingyue's ancient books. This Mingyue is a minority poet and writer in the Tang Dynasty. His works are not handed down much, and the ancient books on the market are very precious today.
"I don't remember," he said.
Zhong Chen took a few steps closer, looked up at him, and sighed: "Did you forget? I'm still thinking about it."
Qi Linqing frowned, thinking that maybe he really forgot.
He raised his wrist to look at his watch and said, "Why don't you just stay for dinner?"
Zhong Chen: "Okay."
Qi Linqing put down his pen, packed up the items on the table, and followed him out.
"By the way, I just saw a boy in a bathrobe in the living room. He said he was your brother, is it true?" Zhong Chen pretended to be nonchalant and tried.
"Well." Qi Linqing said, "He was my cousin in the country before."
Zhong Chen: "..."
After transmigrating into this world, the content of this novel called "The Fake Young Master and the Film King Marry First and Then Love" was automatically transmitted to his mind.
But he only remembered the general plot about himself, and knew nothing about other details.
In fact, he had already guessed this possibility in his heart.
Now that he heard the other party say it with his own ears, Zhong Chen subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
It was indeed a misunderstanding.
With Qi Linqing's old-fashioned personality, how could he secretly raise a little lover in private.
He looked sideways at the person beside him, and suddenly smiled.
Qi Linqing: "What are you laughing at?"
Zhong Chen: "Laugh at my own stupidity."
Qi Linqing: "?"
At the dinner table, Cai Ji found that Zhong Chen treated him much more pleasantly, and even served him some food.
It seems that he and Fang Cai are completely different people.
"No, no need." He waved his hand timidly, and said, "You can clip Brother Qi, I've had enough."
Zhong Chen smiled slightly, and said in a gentle tone: "It's okay, you can eat more."
The other party's attitude was very kind, but the ferocious temperament that belonged to the eldest brother could not be lingered.
Cai Ji didn't dare to look at Zhong Chen more, and buried his head in cooking.
Zhong Chen: "You just came to City B, is there anything you're not used to? I'll take you out to play tomorrow?"
Cai Ji didn't dare to agree, so he quickly shook his head and refused. In his opinion, people like Zhong Chen are like nobles in TV dramas, unattainable. He remembered the last time he accidentally saw a post about the other party's family background on the Internet. The family property was more than a dozen trillion, which made him dumbfounded.
I heard that the Zhong family is richer than the Qi family.
"I'm used to it... I just want to buy a bottle of toilet water." Cai Ji couldn't help but scratched his neck and said, "It was too itchy to be bitten by mosquitoes on the train in the afternoon."
Zhong Chen looked at the red marks on his neck, the corners of his mouth raised.
It turned out to be a mosquito bite.
"I'll let the housekeeper buy it for you later." Qi Linqing said.
"Thank you brother." Cai Ji thanked again.
After dinner, Zhong Chen gave the book to Qi Linqing, and was about to say goodbye and leave.
He came to Qi Linqing this time for nothing important, but he suddenly wanted to come to Qi Linqing, so he thought of a reason indiscriminately.
Qi Linqing did not tell him that he wanted to read Mr. Mingyue's ancient books.
It's purely made up by him.
Qi Linqing glanced at the darkened gray sky outside the window, got up and went to the entrance to get a black umbrella, and said:
"I'll see you off, it's going to rain outside."
Zhong Chen: "Oh."
The two walked to the gate of the courtyard and pushed open the door.
Zhong Chen was still chatting with Qi Linqing: "I want to change my tattoo again."
The blue dragon tattoo on the half arm of the original owner belongs to the old traditional Japanese style, which is the style commonly used by the Sakurajima Heishokai Yamaguchi group. It is very shocking at first glance. But he may have been tattooed at a young age, coupled with being tricked, and the level of the tattoo artist is average, making it not very aesthetically pleasing.
Qi Linqing: "Can it be washed off?"
Zhong Chen just consulted with a tattoo artist, shook his head and said, "No, the area is too big, so we can only cover it with other pictures."
Qi Linqing: "You can draw it yourself."
"I said."
Zhong Chen turned to look at him, "If I say, let you design it for me?"
Qi Linqing was startled, and opened his mouth slightly before he could answer.
A black luxury car has been parked there.
Zhong Chen took the umbrella and put it away, opened the car door, turned around and waved to him:
"Don't worry about answering, it's okay if you don't want to."
"goodbye."
Qi Linqing: "Well, you go home early."
boom.
Zhong Chen got in and closed the car door.
The rain is getting heavier.
Qi Linqing also turned around and went back to the house.
not far away.
Qi Lele, who had just walked out to relax, stumbled upon this scene with a shocked expression.
Why did he feel that the person who got into the car just now looked like Zhong Chen
the other side.
Zhong Chen was in a good mood when he got home, he got out of the shower and sat in front of the computer.
He received a message from Gu Demao on WeChat:
[Brother Zhong, big news! What you asked me to inquire about last time has come to fruition. ]
Zhong Chen: [? ]
Gu Demao: [Didn't you say last time that you want to collect the ancient paintings of Fu Yi and Yuan Sihao? I just heard from my dad that an international auction will be held in Alaska in the second half of the year, and a long-lost famous painting by Fu Yi will appear at that time. ]
Zhong Chen: ["Landscapes of Thousand Miles"? This painting is clearly in the Palace Museum]
It is impossible for a thief to have the guts to steal famous paintings from the Palace Museum and ship them abroad for sale, right
Gu Demao: [No. Although it is now said that "Wanli" is the only work that Fu Yi has passed down to the world, it is actually not the case. It is recorded in history that Fu Yi also had famous paintings such as "Luhua Cave Moon Lake" and "Spring Mountain Ruisong Picture", but they disappeared during the war era of the Republic of China. Many people have speculated whether it was taken captive by the Eight-Power Allied Forces and taken abroad, and now it is indeed so. ]
[Now that more than a hundred years have passed, foreign auction houses must wait for the limelight to pass before they dare to take out his paintings. ]
Fu Yi's paintings are national treasure-level protected cultural relics in China.
"Landscapes of Thousand Miles" is rare and not well completed, which has aroused the regret of countless Chinese people.
If the reappearance of Fu Yi's famous works abroad makes news, there will definitely be many bigwigs eager to take pictures by any means.
Zhong Chen stared at the screen of the mobile phone with a gloomy gaze.
Of course he knows what Gu Demao said about "Luhua Cave Moon Lake" and "Spring Mountain Ruisong Picture".
He had seen both paintings with his own eyes.
Zhong Chen: [How much do you think it will cost]
Gu Demao: [Young Master Zhong, you don’t really want to buy it, do you? ! ]
Zhong Chen: [um]
Gu Demao: [This kind of auction, which even involves international disputes, will cost hundreds of millions of dollars to say the least. Will your parents agree? Besides, Fu Yi's paintings have long since become priceless treasures, and I believe the country will definitely take them back. ]
[In the past two years, a golden statue of the Monkey King was also exported to foreign countries, and the country finally spent 50 million U.S. dollars. ]
Fifty million U.S. dollars, Fu Yi's paintings must not be lower than this price.
Although Gu Demao knew that the Zhong family was very rich. But as long as Zhong's father and Zhong's mother are sensible, they will definitely not spend such a large amount of money to make Zhong Chen mess around.
Zhong Chen: [I see]
In fact, Zhong Chen doesn't care if this painting is finally photographed by the state and put into the museum. He also hopes that Master's paintings will be admired by more people in the world.
But what if the country doesn't take it
Zhong Chen could not accept that Master's paintings flowed into the hands of others, even foreigners.
He put the phone aside and continued to operate the stock market on the computer.
He needs a backup plan.
No matter when, Zhong Chen is very clear about the importance of money.
Gu Demao: [Brother Zhong, think about it again]
He had never seen Zhong Chen be so enthusiastic about ancient paintings before.
Zhong Chen: [Don't worry, if I can buy it, I will definitely donate it to the country in the end]
Goodmore: [… ok]
It turned out that he was small in size.
National Institute of Cultural Heritage.
In the conference room, several bigwigs from museums from all over the world are having a meeting.
The director sitting at the top looked serious and said:
"The latest news is that Fu Yi's lost "Luhuadongyuehu" will be auctioned in Alaska in the next six months. I have declared the funds to the state. But it said that the funds allocated for this time will not exceed 200 million at most, and it is not enough to make sure the auction .”
Everyone present looked worried.
The national treasure of China is in the hands of other countries due to historical reasons, which really makes them feel uncomfortable.
Mr. Zhao Lao, the curator of the Northwest Museum, has trouble sleeping and eating because of this.
Historically, Fu Yi traveled all over the world and left a mural in the northwest.
A few years ago, technology was not as advanced as it is now. The moment the murals were unearthed, they oxidized and lost their color, turning into nothingness.
Mr. Zhao was present at the time, and he was fortunate to have witnessed the hidden scene hidden underground.
A secluded yellow mine lamp illuminated the mural.
It's so luminous, so lifelike, it seems to eclipse everything in the world.
At that time, all those who witnessed the mural held their breath.
For fear of disturbing its silent splendor.
Old Mr. Zhao slapped the table and stood up, cursing: "What's going on above! How can such a national treasure be watched by other countries!"
It is precisely because he has seen the great art created by the painter Fu Yi that Mr. Zhao is so unwilling.
The director's eyes dimmed, and he was obviously helpless about it.
"I will try my best to negotiate with the higher-ups. At the same time, we will also work together to raise funds together." He said.
Dean Zuo Shu from Hangzhou Museum sighed and said:
"How can it be so easy to raise hundreds of millions of dollars?"
"That's right, those foreigners are much richer than us." Another boss echoed.
I didn’t see that the Forbidden City Museum now sells the surrounding lipstick Guochao hot pot restaurant. It looks hot, but the actual income is still hundreds of years away from reaching this figure.
Dean Nancheng thought for a moment and said, "Can we use public opinion?"
Just like the Monkey King statue incident a few years ago, it was precisely because it was on the hot search that it aroused a lot of public outrage, so the higher authorities ordered it to be photographed and brought back to China no matter what the cost.
"You can try." Zuo Shu nodded.
Mr. Zhao: "By the way, didn't you say last time that you want to discuss the matter of taking over the painting of "Landscapes of Thousand Miles"? Why don't you disclose it to the media together?"
Director: "We are still not completely sure whether to take over."
This matter is currently showing polarized different opinions in the museum.
Conservatives believe that the original flavor of the painting should be preserved, even if the "Landscape of Thousand Miles" is not completed, it is Fu Yi's painstaking effort after all, and no one has the qualifications to change it except his rebirth, otherwise it will be ruined.
Some younger people are influenced by foreign concepts and think that it is very important to restore cultural relics.
This is like the fact that Notre Dame de Paris was burned before, and France was rebuilt and rebuilt.
As soon as this remark came out, there was indeed endless debate in the conference room over whether to take over the painting of "The Picture of Thousand Miles of Landscape".
the next day.
Qi Linqing really followed what he said and planned to take Cai Ji out for a stroll.
Cai Ji came to City B for the first time. In fact, he was very curious about this city in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it out.
Now that he heard that Qi Linqing was going to take him out to play, he couldn't suppress the excitement and gratitude on his face.
"Come down after changing your clothes." Qi Linqing smiled.
Cai Ji hurriedly went upstairs and changed into his best clothes.
Then he followed Qi Linqing into the car, but saw an unexpectedly familiar figure in the car.
"Brother Zhong, are you here too?" He subconsciously wanted to step back.
Zhong Chen crossed his legs, looked up at him and said, "Didn't I tell you last night? I want to take you out to play."
Cai Ji: "..."
Some inexplicable back chills are going on.
Qi Linqing supported him in time, and said caringly: "You take the passenger seat."
Cai Jiru was granted an amnesty, wiped the cold sweat from his brow, and quickly sat in the front seat.
Zhong Chen touched his face and said to himself: "Am I so scary?"
Qi Linqing: "Maybe it's because of your tattoo."
Zhong Chen snorted, "Qinglong may indeed not be suitable for me."
Qi Linqing nodded, "Yes."
Zhong Chen looked at him sideways and asked, "Then what do you think I am suitable for?"
Qi Linqing thought for a while and said, "Phoenix."
Zhong Chen: "... I'm a man."
Qi Linqing: "There are also male Phoenixes."
Zhong Chen: "?"
It was he who was ignorant.
"Then you design one for me some other day."
"Okay, when I'm not busy."
…
Qi Linqing didn't know what fun things to do in city B.
Zhong Chen is an expert in this respect. He led Cai Ji to a famous local amusement park first, took a roller coaster ride, a wooden horse carriage, and bought VIP tickets along the way without queuing up, so he had a great time.
Qi Linqing didn't sit down, bought drinks and marshmallows and sat on the bench below waiting for them.
On a hot day, he also wore a mask and hat to avoid being recognized by passers-by.
"We're going to play the jumping machine later, don't you want to go?" Zhong Chen asked him.
Qi Linqing shook his head and said, "I'm afraid of heights."
"Oh, it's okay, why don't you go to the restaurant and wait for us, there is no sun there." Zhong Chen pointed to the back.
Everyone has something to fear, just like he is also afraid of snakes and thunder, he understands.
Cai Ji had a strange expression on his face.
Is Qi Linqing afraid of heights
How could he remember that he and the other party climbed trees to pick bird eggs and walked across the suspension bridge road on the top of the mountain with the other party.
Children who grew up in the mountains are generally not afraid of heights.
The author has something to say: Why did some readers want to watch my emotional drama when they commented on it in the past? !
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