After the two local guides left, two rooms were vacated at the campsite. It was originally allocated to the staff, but now because Lin Xichen came over, Chen Zhongxiang asked people to quickly vacate a room for the old man.
"Just call me if you need anything, or call the waiter at this camp, Ming Shan." Chen Zhongxiang said.
Lin Xichen nodded, the wrinkles on his face wrinkled together with a smile: "Okay, sorry for the trouble."
After Chen Zhongxiang left, the door was closed.
The smile on his face also disappeared, and he sat on the bed slowly with a cane.
Lin Xichen remembered the few words that Chen Zhongxiang had inadvertently mentioned to herself in the afternoon.
"The room you live in used to be used by two local guides we invited. The environment is very good and clean..."
"I heard that you are from the Southern School?"
"Those two local guides are said to be the inheritors of the Southern School."
"Originally only they knew about Fu Yi's mural cave site, but they sold it to me after I gave the money. It's tens of thousands, and I didn't apply to the state to pay them directly from the funds..."
His face became more and more gloomy, he threw his crutches on the ground, and cursed:
"These moths of the southern sect!"
He even dared to betray his ancestors for mere money.
Fortunately, it was discovered by the national archaeological team. If they sell the address to foreigners or antique dealers... the consequences will be unimaginable.
Trembling with anger, Lin Xichen picked up the phone and dialed a number marked "Weiguo".
He angrily told the other party about it.
"The Nanpai really needs to clean up now." The other party said.
After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the Southern School of Guoxue, which is mysterious and low-key in the eyes of everyone, split seriously due to some reasons.
Some people, like the old Mr. Lin Xichen, still abide by the rules left by their ancestors and keep themselves safe.
And another group of people, after seeing the huge black market of Huaxia antiques, secretly colluded with foreign forces and began to counterfeit antiques.
There are even some people...probably like the two local guides who sold Fu Yi's Dunhuang mural site for money, they have long been disconnected from the headquarters because of their remoteness, and although they have inheritance, the structure is too small.
Lin Xichen: "By the way, I saw a very special young man today. I suspect that he may carry an unknown southern sect inheritance..."
After the relationship between Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen was announced on the Internet, Tang Gula was the one who suffered the most.
In the past, he could still deceive himself that the two of them were not together, maybe he still had a chance.
Now, however, that last glimmer of hope has vanished.
For two consecutive days, Tanggula stayed drunk until late at night in the camp.
But he has a very poor capacity for alcohol, and he is often unconscious after a few bottles of beer.
Both Gan Yishan and Ye Runan expressed incomprehension.
Gan Yishan: "You can find another partner when you go to college, why hang yourself on the tree of Qi Linqing."
Tanggula smiled wryly, "I know."
He is just not reconciled.
Ye Runan looked at him twice, and persuaded him: "Give up, go look in the mirror, and see how you can compare to Zhong Chen?"
Tanggula: "..."
Heartbroken.
Due to the high efficiency of cooperation between Qi Linqing and the experts, the restoration of the murals has come to an end in less than half a month.
Although there are still many details that need to be spent time sculpting, he no longer needs to stay here.
A few people packed up and prepared to buy tickets to return to City B.
During the time in the Dunhuang desert, Qi Linqing tanned a lot.
The original owner's fair and handsome face, now gradually faded from childishness and delicacy, and gradually became more angular.
Qi Linqing himself doesn't care about it. He didn't really care about looks.
But Zhong Chen was very distressed, bought high-end men's skin care products and told Qi Linqing to use them, and even urged him to apply a mask every night.
At first Qi Linqing tried to refuse: "No, I'm a big man, what kind of mask should I put on..."
Zhong Chen glared at him, and slapped the facial mask on his face without any doubt.
"It's the 21st century now, don't always look like an idiot who can't keep up with the times."
Hearing this, Qi Linqing stopped struggling immediately.
After all, Zhong Chen had suspected that he was a time traveler before. He must protect his identity as a modern man.
Qi Linqing thought to himself that he must keep up with the trend of the times and not fall behind.
Zhong Chen stuffed him another bottle of sunscreen, and said, "Remember to apply it every day when you go out."
Qi Linqing silently took it and stuffed it into the bag silently.
After he finished applying the mask, Zhong Chen urged him to go to the bathroom to wash his face, and then applied lotion, cream, etc. in order.
Qi Linqing looked at himself in the mirror and couldn't feel any difference at all.
Zhong Chen was sighing, "If you get too tanned, you won't look so good."
These words were just Zhong Chen's unintentional words.
He is now in the Internet celebrity circle, and he is also used to the white-skinned aesthetics of Chinese people.
But when it fell into Qi Linqing's ears, there was something strange about it.
Regarding the question of why Zhong Chen fell in love with himself differently from the one in the book, he didn't ask directly, but thought about it many times in his heart.
The safest answer is [Butterfly Effect].
Qi Linqing once saw this term in a certain book, which means that in a system, a small change in the initial conditions can drive a long-term huge chain reaction in the entire system.
In other words, because of his time travel, the world in this book has undergone earth-shaking changes.
The protagonist of this book, Qi Lele, did not develop into an international superstar according to the plot. Even now his career is on the decline.
And the fiancé and elder brother who loved him deeply have now left him, each sober.
Thinking about it this way, it's normal for Zhong Chen, who used to be Qi Lele's licking dog, to fall in love with him instead.
Qi Linqing has been convincing himself with this.
But now, looking at that handsome face in the mirror, his heart sank slightly.
Qi Linqing suddenly realized a possibility.
What if... Zhong Chen fell in love with the original owner because of his beautiful looks
Like a small seedling breaking out of the ground, once this idea appeared, it temporarily occupied Qi Linqing's brain instead of painting.
He didn't have any experience in dating, because Zhong Chen was the first person he fell in love with in his life.
On the return flight, Qi Linqing held his chin, still seriously thinking about this dialectical question.
If Zhong Chen fell in love with the original owner because of his face, it means that the person Zhong Chen likes is actually the original owner.
And he is not the original owner. He is just an ancient man occupying the body of the original owner.
He was not good-looking in his previous life, and his ordinary appearance completely disappeared from the public.
So, the final result.
He and Zhong Chen shouldn't be together.
The stewardess pushed the dining cart past their seats, with a professional grin on her face, and asked kindly, "Sir, would you like something to drink?"
Zhong Chen: "Thank you for a glass of iced Coke."
The stewardess took out a Coke from the freezer below, inserted a straw and handed it to Zhong Chen.
Zhong Chen took a sip and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.
He nudged the person beside him with his elbow and said, "What do you want to drink?"
Qi Linqing came back to his senses, there was still a trace of confusion in his eyes.
"A glass of hot water, thank you," he said.
He is used to drinking hot tea, so he took out the tea bag from the bag and put it into the cup, and stirred it a few times with a disposable wooden stick.
The dense mist came out, making Qi Linqing a little dizzy.
Zhong Chen looked at him, half-jokingly said: "You look pretty dazed too."
This is a compliment for beauty.
But at this moment, it was like a sharp knife, piercing into Qi Linqing's heart with a piercing sound.
Qi Linqing opened his mouth and spat out with difficulty: "Do you like my face?"
"Of course." Zhong Chen didn't realize that something was wrong, looked at him on his own, and excitedly said from a professional's perspective: "Your facial features are super straight, and your eyelashes are also very long. It will be very photogenic when you appear in the camera."
Qi Linqing: "..."
The original doubts have now increased to seven or eight percent certainty.
He leaned back heavily on the back of the chair and drank the tea in the cup like dry wine.
Zhong Chen quickly took out a tissue and handed it to him: "Are you so thirsty? Be careful baby, what if you burn your lips."
What Zhong Chen thought in his heart was that it would be inconvenient to kiss if his lips were burned.
However, in Qi Linqing's view, these words still showed his concern for the original owner's appearance.
He remained silent, clutching the disposable paper cup in his hand.
Zhong Chen thought that Qi Linqing was tired from repairing the murals during this time, so he asked the stewardess for a blanket to cover him and said, "Go to sleep."
"Um."
Qi Linqing closed his eyes in a complicated mood.
When he was about to reach his destination, Zhong Chen woke him up.
In fact, he wasn't asleep at all.
Zhong Chen seemed to have remembered something, and said, "Have you considered participating in the variety show of the great Chinese artist? You will be joining the group in a few days."
Qi Linqing has no such thoughts at all now.
He rolled his eyelids and said, "I won't go."
Zhong Chen: "Okay, actually, I still hope you can go."
If Qi Linqing participated in this variety show, he would be the youngest Chinese painting instructor in history.
Once the program is broadcast, it is bound to cause a huge sensation.
Zhong Chen knows very well that in this age of traffic, it will be very beneficial to his future development.
Qi Linqing: "Then I'll go."
behind them.
"Sure enough, since ancient times, the master listens to the teacher's wife the most." Gan Yishan sighed.
Tanggula: "...?"
Zhong Chen seemed to have sensed something, turned his head and glanced back.
It was already evening when I returned to City B, and the dusk fell.
There was a misty light rain in the sky. The hot and sticky weather is like a poisonous snake crawling slowly in the tropical rainforest.
Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen waited at the gate of the airport for the cars sent by their families to pick them up.
"Are you going back now?" Zhong Chen pursed his lips.
Qi Linqing: "Well, I still have unfinished paintings, and I'm going to City H tomorrow."
Chen Zhongxiang introduced a job in the museum to take over a painting, which was a painting by the famous Song Dynasty painter Su Ruoyun, and he was very interested.
Zhong Chen was a little disappointed, but still pretended nothing happened and showed a bright smile: "Well, then I won't bother you, remember to call me when you miss me."
Qi Linqing nodded, "Okay."
He left after speaking. After walking a few steps, I suddenly felt an inexplicable small restraining force behind me.
Qi Linqing turned around and found that Zhong Chen was holding a small piece of his clothes.
"Um?"
Zhong Chen looked at him and said, "Would it take you three days to come back after going to City H?"
Qi Linqing: "How do you know?"
Zhong Chen: "...I was by the side when you and Professor Chen were on the phone that day."
Qi Linqing: "I thought you were asleep."
Zhong Chen: "I was woken up by you again later."
Qi Linqing patted his head and said, "Then I won't quarrel with you next time."
"Don't worry about this for now." Zhong Chen turned his head and saw that there was no one around, and quickly tiptoed to kiss Qi Linqing's side cheek.
Qi Linqing was startled.
The itching, numbness, and feeling like an electric shock may be less than a second, and it is fleeting.
Zhong Chen raised his lips, "I can't see each other for three days, I have to charge some interest."
Qi Linqing coughed lightly and said, "I'll be back soon."
"Okay." Zhong Chen blinked and said, "Do you still remember the little brother in the camp? He gave us something, maybe we can use it then."
Qi Linqing: "What did he give you?"
Zhong Chen smiled and did not answer directly.
"You'll know when the time comes."
There are people coming and going at the gate of the airport, which is too noisy.
Neither of them noticed the "click" sound of the camera.
An hour later, Liang Mingshan also arrived at the airport in City B.
It was the first time for him to see such a magnificent modern building in reality, looking around.
After passing a corner, Liang Mingshan saw two people waiting at the exit holding up a sign with his name on it.
Presumably this is the secretary and driver sent by the owner to pick him up.
The corner of Liang Mingshan's mouth curled up, and he quickly walked up to him.
Zhong Chen said that he found a job for him.
Liang Mingshan thought that he must keep up with his master, so in order to avoid suspicion, he bought an hour-delayed ticket and flew here from Dunhuang immediately.
"Sir, please go this way." The female secretary in high heels respectfully opened the rear door of the Bentley.
Liang Mingshan sat up, turned on the phone and was about to call Zhong Chen.
Weibo popped up with new headlines.
#shock! There are pictures and the truth, internet celebrity CEO Zhong Chen and Qi Linqing hug and kiss at the gate of the airport#
Liang Mingshan clicked on it and zoomed in.
The two people in the photo are very close to each other, facing each other in an intimate manner.
Zhong Chen stood on tiptoe and kissed Qi Linqing's side face.
Looking at this scene, Liang Mingshan was filled with emotion.
In his previous life, he was by his master's side, but in fact he resented Qi Linqing for a while.
What's so good about this guy. But after working as a painter for just a few months, is it worth the owner's lifelong loneliness to remember him
But seeing them together now, Liang Mingshan felt relieved.
As long as the owner likes it.
[ahh I'm crazy]
[Why Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen have so much sugar lately]
[I'm going to be sweetened to death]
[? ]
[Upstairs you are so easily satisfied]
[I'm not enough]
[MODO MODO]
[I want to see photos of passionate kisses hehehe]
[that should be unlikely]
[Dan drama is so popular now, maybe we can dream about them playing opposite each other]
[dreaming again]
[I do not care! The cp I knocked on is sweet! ! ]
…
at the same time.
Fu Hanri, who was filming in Hengdian, also saw this Weibo hot search.
The photo of the two kissing was like a fishbone stuck in his throat, like a stick in his throat.
From the looks of it now, it was not so difficult for him to become Qi Linqing's fiancé.
The director raised the trumpet and shouted: "Brother Fu, your next scene is getting married, pay attention to showing happy, happy and excited emotions."
He put down his phone and said with a gloomy expression, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"
Director: Don't dare.
Director: "Everyone, pay attention, the next scene will be the scene where the male lead loses love on page 15 of the script!"
Fu Hanri: "..."
the next day.
City H.
Qi Linqing went straight to the Sereng Museum as soon as he got off the train.
He came alone, so he carried a cloth bag with two or three changes of clothes in it.
When the staff behind the museum saw him, their eyes flashed with surprise.
Isn't this the genius Chinese painting boy who became popular on the Internet before
The staff thought that Qi Linqing was here to visit, so he stepped forward to stop him: "Hi, sorry, tourists are not allowed to enter here."
Qi Linqing: "I'm not a tourist. I was introduced by Professor Chen Zhongxiang. If you need anything, please contact Ge Ke."
The staff froze. Ge Ke? That's the curator of the Serang Museum.
Although he didn't know what the other party was here for, but looking at the cold and handsome face in front of him, the staff member said friendlyly: "Then wait, I'll call the curator now."
"good."
Qi Linqing took half a step back, stood near the edge of the wall, and looked at a few pale rose flowers and a piece of messy weeds under the tree roots.
His gaze was very focused, as if he was looking at some rare and beautiful scenery.
It was the weekend, and there were many tourists in the museum.
When they passed by here, they couldn't help but stop when they saw this young man.
"It's a star, isn't it?"
"Which variety show is filming here again?"
"No, I didn't see the camera."
…
Serang Museum Research Room.
Ge Ke was having a meeting with several clerks.
The projection screen hanging on the wall illuminates the big characters on the PPT homepage:
Su Ruoyun's plan for the succession of "The Picture of Streams Falling on the Bank".
Su Ruoyun is a well-known landscape painter in the Song Dynasty, and a true descendant of the Southern School.
According to historical records, he is a "crazy fan" of painting St. Fu Yi, and his style has strong traces of imitation.
""The Picture of the River Falling on the Bank" will be sent to the Bay Island National Museum for a touring exhibition next month. Haven't you found a suitable candidate for the painting?" Ge Ke sighed wearily.
"Curator, I've found it."
"However, recently it is the peak period for sending exhibitions, and the well-known restoration masters all over the country are too busy."
The clerks explained quietly.
Ge Ke pinched the center of his brows and let out a breath of gloom.
"It's all the fault of that bastard Chen Zhongxiang! For a Dunhuang mural, more than 20 domestic restorers were invited over... Whose work is it that makes this mysterious." He muttered.
The clerks dared not say a word.
Ge Ke is 50 years old this year and has dedicated his time to the Serang Museum all his life. After finally waiting for this opportunity to exchange with Wandao, as long as he can do it well and be appreciated by his superiors, he has a high chance of being promoted again before retirement.
The head of the local museum curator... that can be the minister of the provincial government, or the level of the central government.
Ge Ke attaches great importance to this.
Boom boom boom.
Then there was a knock on the door.
Ge Ke: "Come in."
The staff cautiously probed and said, "Director, someone is looking for you outside, saying that Professor Chen Zhongxiang introduced you."
"Oh, hurry up and bring someone here!" Ge Ke immediately stood up excitedly, muttering that this old man Chen still has a conscience.
A while ago, he called Chen Zhongxiang to complain about the fact that he couldn't find a candidate to take over the writing, and he said that he could recommend a reliable candidate to him.
"This man is very powerful, don't worry, it's definitely more than enough for him to restore Su Ruoyun's painting." Chen Zhongxiang assured him.
Ge Ke walked to the water dispenser to receive tea for the guests, while thinking about who the writer would be.
Li Qi? Or Du Zhuang of Northwest Associated University? Or Shen Yongkang of the Central Bureau of Cultural Relics
Slap.
The door opened.
The young man walked in slowly.
The clerks looked slightly surprised when they saw him.
"Who is this?"
"Qi Linqing."
"Yes, yes, yes, I just saw him and Internet celebrity Zhong Chen on the hot search yesterday..."
Ge Ke raised his eyes subconsciously. He rarely surfs the Internet when he is old, and he doesn't know young people. But listening to the clerk's discussion, the other party seemed to be an Internet celebrity.
Ge Ke looked kindly: "Little brother, have you gone the wrong way? This is the internal meeting room."
Qi Linqing turned around, glanced at the staff and asked, "Did we go wrong?"
"No… "
This young man was too tall, Ge Ke only saw the staff behind him at this time.
"You, were you introduced by Chen Zhongxiang?" Ge Ke's voice trembled.
Qi Linqing nodded.
boom!
The paper cup in his hand fell to the ground, making a huge splash.
The hot water soaked his cloth shoes, but Ge Ke didn't respond.
He is now immersed in anger, so angry that he almost has a stroke.
The master who took over the pen as promised, has now turned into a handsome young Internet celebrity.
"Old dog Chen who killed thousands of knives, you are playing with me!!"
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