After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

Zhong Chen: [Location of Terminal H1 of City H Airport]

Between work, Qi Linqing was slightly taken aback when he picked up the phone and saw the news.

He quickly opened the dialog box and typed.

Life is like tea: [Are you in H city? ]

Zhong Chen: [Yes, I just arrived. Temporary business trip]

Life is like tea: [Oh, good]

Qi Linqing put down the phone and pinched the bridge of his nose.

At first, his heartbeat even accelerated a little, thinking that the other party came to H City specially for himself.

It seems that he is thinking too much now.

Zhong Chen: [Are you free to have dinner at night? ]

Life is like tea: [Good]

...

In the afternoon, Ge Ke found that Qi Linqing was distracted.

Although the other party's work efficiency is as high as ever, and there are no mistakes in the writing, Ge Ke is a little worried.

"Are you tired? Would you like to go back to the hotel to rest for a while?"

"It's okay." Qi Linqing stopped writing and changed a dish of paint to the sunlight. "My wife also came to H city for a business trip today." He said.

Ge Ke: "Oh oh, your boyfriend is that very popular internet celebrity. Then, if you go back today, if they finally come over, you should accompany him."

Qi Linqing frowned slightly, "But I haven't received the pen yet..."

Ge Ke grabbed the paint tray in his hand and said, "I'll talk about it tomorrow, this painting won't run away."

Qi Linqing hesitated, still standing still.

He loves painting, not just as a means of earning a living.

Because once he was immersed in the painting, he almost lost sleep and food, his friend Yuan Sihao once jokingly called him a painting idiot.

Ge Ke sighed inwardly when he saw this.

He stepped forward and looked at Qi Linqing and said bitterly: "Work is indeed very important, but sometimes you have to understand that life is more worthy of your cherishment."

Qi Linqing: "I don't understand."

Zhong Chen understood that he had to take over the pen in the afternoon, so the two only made an appointment for dinner.

Qi Linqing thinks this is quite normal.

Ge Ke thought for a while and said, "Let me give you a personal example. When I was young, I was a workaholic like you. I went to work non-stop from morning to night, and even worked overtime until late at night for promotion. She fell asleep. When my ex-wife was pregnant and was going to give birth, I was on a business trip in other provinces and cities, and I couldn't get back in time. So she divorced me after she gave birth."

Ge Ke smiled bitterly when he said that.

Qi Linqing was startled.

"Then you later?"

"We didn't get back together. Later, my current wife and I had a very happy life." Ge Ke shrugged and said: "This is what I learned from my last failed marriage. I rarely work overtime now and spend more time. Come to accompany your family. Don’t think that you are just a trivial matter, but if you are used to putting your work in front of him, your conflicts will definitely explode over time and reach the point of irretrievable."

Qi Linqing seems to have some enlightenment.

According to the other party, love is like a career and requires careful management.

But he knew that he was actually a very boring person.

He was with people for the first time, and he didn't understand romance.

Qi Linqing thought that he should act to make changes.

Even if Zhong Chen first liked him because of the original owner's face, as time goes by, he will make efforts to make the other party really like him.

Ge Ke pushed Qi Linqing out of the door, turned around and locked the repair room with a snap.

"Go find your boyfriend and bring some gifts by the way. Like a bunch of flowers."

"Thank you." Qi Linqing said sincerely.

"Thanks to me." Ge Ke scratched his sparse head, half-jokingly said: "It's just some emotions from people who came here. Don't follow me. In the end, his wife ran away."

Qi Linqing nodded, turned and walked out of the Serang Museum.

Did not buy the flowers. On the corner of going out, he bought a cup of milk tea. It's the other party's usual taste habit, the pearls are iced with seven-pointed sugar.

Then he dialed Zhong Chen's phone.

"Where are you now?"

...

City H, Zengyan Tea House.

At three o'clock, the teahouse is full of markets.

The first floor was full of idle visitors, mostly elderly local elderly or tourists, playing chess and taking pictures.

On the second floor is a private room. If you spend a thousand or more, you will need 999 for a pot of high-quality Longjing tea. As a result, the number of guests sitting in the screen suddenly became scarce.

Zhong Chen sat in the box No. 1 Tianzi, chatting with the director opposite about participating in variety show guests.

He personally likes this teahouse. Because of its antique layout, there are no chairs in accordance with the Tang Dynasty design, and only a soft sleeping cushion rests on each seat. Carved solid wooden table with a set of valuable emerald green blue and white porcelain tea sets on the table. In addition to ordering melons and fruits, guests can make their own tea.

On the table there is a pot of high-class Longjing and a pot of Biluochun.

The director stopped drinking and praised good tea from time to time.

Zhong Chen didn't move, and only drank clean water the whole time.

Halfway through the conversation, Zhong Chen answered the phone.

After the call was hung up, the director noticed that his original cold expression had changed significantly. It was as if a pool of calm water was wrinkled by the breeze, and rippled gently.

The corner of Zhong Chen's mouth twitched slightly, and said, "Let's talk about it here first."

The director hurriedly said: "Then sponsoring and doing invited guests..."

Zhong Chen: "Secretary Sun will talk to you about specific matters."

A woman in a professional hip skirt came out from behind the screen. She pushed the gold wire around her eyes, and said to the director: "Sir, I will send you out."

The director had to follow the secretary Sun out of the teahouse.

When he arrived at the door, Secretary Sun turned around and handed him a business card, saying in a very official tone: "Just contact me for work."

The director said "OK".

When he got in the car, the field responsible for driving was a little surprised, "So fast?"

The director yawned, then leaned back and said, "Zhong has something to do temporarily, tell me to talk again next time."

Field Affairs: "It's normal, and a character like him will definitely manage everything."

So this time Zhong Chen agreed to be invited to appear as a guest character of "The Great Painter of China", and he also privately let the studio sponsor millions of funds for the program group, just like gold falling from the sky, making the director a little confused.

The car started slowly.

The director casually squinted out the window, but suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure.

Mr. Qi Linqing, the newly-invited judge and mentor of "The Great Painter of China", is carrying a bag of milk tea to the steps of the teahouse.

The scene clerk also saw it, and shouted in surprise: "Wow, he is here to see Mr. Zhong."

The director stared at this scene and had to admit that the two young men really matched. No wonder there are so many people on the Internet now knocking their cps.

Suddenly there was an inexplicable hunch in his heart.

This variety show will explode.

When Qi Linqing hurried to the second floor with milk tea, Zhong Chen was sitting cross-legged at the table making tea.

He is addicted to sweetness, but actually doesn't like drinking pure tea.

But living in the Tang Dynasty, due to his family background, he learned the skill of making tea.

Qi Linqing pushed open the delicate wooden screen door, and the first thing he saw was the face behind the hazy tea mist. Zhong Chen is very good-looking, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, straight nose, and thin lips with a slightly moisturizing luster, making it impossible to look away.

His complexion was very white, so white that he blended in with the mass of tea mist.

"You don't work?" Zhong Chen raised his head to look at him.

Qi Linqing took off his shoes and sat on the mat, plugged a straw into the milk tea, and handed it to the other party.

"I asked the curator for leave." He said.

The corner of Zhong Chen's mouth was slightly raised, thinking that the wood had finally opened up.

He suppressed the throbbing in his heart and lowered his head to make tea seriously.

The tea provided in this teahouse is very good, and the water is clean and clear. I heard the waiter say that this is the special water for making tea specially delivered from the top of Wuyi Mountain.

According to the ratio of tea to water, Zhong Chen held the kettle and gently flushed the hot boiling water into it. He tilted the kettle down and lifted it three times, turning the two up and down, as if the concentration of the tea soup was the same.

This is Phoenix nodded three times.

Qi Linqing watched the scene before him, and a strange sense of familiarity gradually rose in his heart.

Is it in a dream?

He always felt like he had seen Zhong Chen's tea-making technique and posture nowhere.

It made him subconsciously think of the little apprentice of the previous life, Liang Luoduan.

Qi Linqing: "I seem to have a relationship with you."

Zhong Chen chuckled and said, "Did you look for a fortune teller at the door?"

"No." Qi Linqing condensed his eyebrows, trying his best to search for appropriate words to express the meaning, "That is, sometimes I think you give me an inexplicable sense of familiarity."

Zhong Chen felt a little bit in his heart, and even his tea-making movements slowed down.

He wondered if the other party had noticed something and was testing himself?

He also made tea for each other in his previous life.

Qi Linqing: "Perhaps we have seen it somewhere in our previous life."

Traveling here from ancient times over a thousand years, it happens that they are both male characters in the same novel.

This is not fate, but also fate, Qi Linqing thought.

"Oh……"

Zhong Chen poured the brewed tea into the tea sea, and then into the tea cup in front of Qi Linqing. Because of the shaking hands, I accidentally spilled a little.

Qi Linqing hurriedly pulled out a paper towel to help wipe the poured tea stains.

Zhong Chen looked closely at Qi Linqing for a while, confirming that he might not have noticed it yet.

If the master really knew the truth, he would never be so peaceful now.

Zhong Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

"Taste the tea I made." He pointed to Xiaozhan teacup.

Qi Linqing nodded, picked up the teacup and sipped lightly, with a trace of surprise in his eyes.

"taste good."

Zhong Chen took a sip of milk tea, smiled into the air and said: "You like it, I can make it for you every day."

Qi Linqing looked at him, "Then should I also learn the craft of making milk tea."

Zhong Chen: "Huh?"

Qi Linqing: "You like to drink milk tea, so I can make it for you every day."

Zhong Chen felt that his pulse was accelerating. The heart was pounding too, as if being struck violently by a hammer falling from the sky.

"No." He thought to himself that the master's hands were used for painting, not for making milk tea for himself.

Qi Linqing is not obsessed with this either.

"Who did you learn how to make tea from?" he asked smoothly.

"That's my cousin in the liberal arts college." Zhong Chen lied without blinking his eyes.

Qi Linqing thoughtfully said, "Your cousin is pretty good. When will we visit him?"

When Zhong Chen's back felt cold, cold sweat broke out.

"There will be a chance." He smiled reluctantly.

...

Qi Linqing also knew that Zhong Chen was on a business trip this time because he was invited to participate in "The Great Chinese Painter".

They sat in the teahouse all afternoon.

Make tea, eat melons and fruits, and chat.

The two people have a lot to say, and there seems to be endless topics.

They talked about everything from traditional Chinese painting to ancient scientific research, to the Four Books and Five Classics, and some obscure ancient books...

Behind the screen, Secretary Sun watched his nose and his heart.

Although as a professional secretary, her professionalism does not allow her to express any opinions on the behavior of the employer. But at this moment, she still couldn't help being shocked.

It was the first time she saw Zhong always have such a side.

In the past, Mr. Zhong was in the company, and he was very easy to meet, but he didn't talk much.

Secretary Sun was unable to associate the indifferent president with the babble in front of him.

In the evening, the two went to eat the local specialties of H city and visited the night market.

Passing an alley without street lights, an old grandmother walked slowly limping and almost hit the wall.

Qi Linqing stepped forward to help her cross the road.

The grandmother said "thank you" and "thank you".

After the grandmother left, Zhong Chen folded her arms and looked at him and said, "You have to be careful in the future. There are many grandmothers in this society who pretend to be unable to walk, or are hit by a car and deliberately misuse the money of good-hearted people."

Qi Linqing waved his hand and said, "It's okay."

In Zhong Chen's view, Qi Linqing is a kind person.

Ming Shan told him that Master was so poor that he couldn't even afford to eat. When he was in the capital, he would take the food he gave and share some of it with beggars who passed by.

Master's life is only painting, it is still too simple, he thought.

However, Zhong Chen never thought that Fu Yi had been in the bottom of his life in his previous life, and he could not have seen the sinister heart.

Zhong Chen: "I didn't lie to you. There are a lot of similar social news now. My secretary was just corrupted by an old grandfather in City B last month."

Qi Linqing said indifferently, "I still have some money, so if they want to, they can just go wrong."

Zhong Chen: "..."

Sure enough, there is no poverty for no reason in this world.

Master's poverty in his previous life is obviously justified.

It was past nine o'clock when I returned to the hotel.

After pushing the door in, Zhong Chen saw that Qi Linqing's room was neat. The quilt was flat without any wrinkles, and the books on the table were arranged in alphabetical order. The easel, paint, etc. were also clean, without any stains.

Of course Zhong Chen knew that it was definitely not the credit of the hotel sweeper.

This is Qi Linqing, who likes everything to be organized. During the time they lived together in the studio dormitory, Zhong Chen had become accustomed to each other's cleanliness.

There is a piece of paper on the easel.

Zhong Chen leaned forward and found that this should be the tattoo manuscript drawn by Qi Linqing for himself.

The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, and he was inexplicably looking forward to using it to cover his tattoos.

Qi Linqing asked Zhong Chen to take a bath first, and sat at the desk to read the magazine.

Zhong Chen came out of the shower and opened the suitcase, his heart pounding.

He raised his eyes nervously and glanced at Qi Linqing, and saw that the other party didn't notice. With his hands like lightning, he quickly took out a pack of elves gifted by Liang Mingshan, and quickly stuffed it into his pocket.

"I'm fine, you go take a bath too." Zhong Chen said pretending to be nothing.

Qi Linqing put down the magazine and looked up at him.

At that moment, under the clear and upright gaze of the other party, Zhong Chen unexpectedly felt a sense of guilty conscience.

He wiped a handful of cold sweat from his forehead. Wiped another hand.

Qi Linqing stood up and walked towards him.

Zhong Chen's calf was trembling slightly.

He felt that the other party must have found out.

He began to reflect on himself.

How could he do such a rebellious thing to Master...

Oh my goodness. What kind of yellow waste is in my head?

Zhong Chen's lips moved, and he was about to pour out his crime in almost the next second.

But Qi Linqing just picked up a towel and rubbed his head, and said, "I will dry your hair first."

Zhong Chen: "...oh."

The hair dryer hula hula rang in his ears, and Zhong Chen's lively heart fell silent again.

After he calmed down, he felt that he could not rush.

It has been like this for a thousand years, not bad these days.

As long as it is the master, even if he is asked to Plato.

Zhong Chen quietly raised his head and glanced at Qi Linqing. In the summer, the other party still wore a black long-sleeved shirt, rolled up his sleeves and was blowing his hair carefully.

The button was tied to the top one, revealing only a small part of the slender neck. He can clearly see the protruding apple of the opponent, like a walnut.

Make him... kind of want to hold it there.

I want to lick, I want to **** with my tongue, leaving traces of redness.

Greedy desire. Nian seems to have been opened in Pandora's box, like moths overwhelming him.

The astringent thoughts in his heart were about to move, and he waved the flag and shouted to pull the abstinent, cold man in front of him down the abyss.

Zhong Chen swallowed.

His hand went up uncontrollably, and then up again, staying in front of the top button of Qi Linqing.

"What's the matter?" The other party pressed the pause switch of the hair dryer and looked at him tenderly.

Zhong Chenfei quickly untied the button, his ears were terribly red.

"I, I'm afraid you are too hot." He thought he had found an excellent reason.

Qi Linqing: "The air conditioning in the room is turned on at 18 degrees."

Zhong Chen: "..."

Zhong Chen stood up abruptly, gritted his teeth and said: "I'm hot! I'm not blowing!"

But he didn't notice that a light and square thing fell out of his pocket along with his too violent movements.

Qi Linqing bent down and picked it up, his eyes dimmed when he saw the words Unsuitable for Children marked on it.

"what is this?"

The low and heavy tone rang in Zhong Chen's ears, like thunder, and his whole body trembled.

Zhong Chen tried to grab it, but he was empty.

Zhong Chen explained without a word: "This, this is not for you, don't get me wrong!"

Qi Linqing raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "Oh, who else do you want to use?"

Zhong Chen wanted to use it for me. But he didn't have the guts.

And Zhong Chen has already expected that if he changes his words and says that it is for you, the other party will inevitably educate himself on veteran cadres.

So he chose to shut up, preferring to fall into the Yellow River and be unclear.

Maybe it can also cause the other person to be jealous and then beastly to overwhelm him... Wait, what is he thinking?

Zhong Chen shivered suddenly.

In the next second, Qi Linqing naturally put this piece of barrier wizard into his trouser pocket.

Zhong Chen: "???"

Qi Linqing said concisely: "Confiscation."

Zhong Chen: "..."

Time flickered, and soon came the official recording day of "The Great Painter of China".

Qi Linqing finished writing work at the Serang Museum in the morning, had a light meal with Zhong Chen at noon, and took a ride to the recording site of the program group in the afternoon.

In the car, Qi Linqing took the time to browse the Chinese Painting Forum.

He regularly answers questions from followers on it.

Now this post has been built into a tall building of 999+.

2021.7.814:27

[Question ah ah ah, this is the final assignment of our Chinese Painting Department, ask the big guy how to use ink for stone painting]

2021.7.1413:12

LZ: [Use raw paper, lighten first, then thick, light ink first, then burnt ink, thick ink. The beauty of the stone painting is to immerse the ink pen with yellow water to make it naturally polished. Note that it cannot be used for many purposes. It's also wonderful to use snail blue into the ink occasionally. ]

[Thank you guys! ! Living Bodhisattva]

[Thanksgiving, Comparing Heart]

[The poster is simply the almighty **** in Chinese painting, knows everything]

[After I told the professor, my professor also came here to comment and ask questions, laughing to death]

...

This forum post is now very popular among Chinese painting lovers.

Everyone knows that the host is a big brother who comes to save sentient beings, and he regularly answers questions from commenters on it for free.

With hundreds of questions, even Baidu Baike is helpless.

However, the original poster answered all of them one by one, and the answers were accurate and benefited a lot.

[I would like to call LZ the encyclopedia of Chinese painting circles! ]

[+1]

[Wow, I really want to know who this big guy is, let me wait for the scumbag to worship]

Qi Linqing occasionally sees these comments that want to know who he is, and will selectively ignore them.

It is impossible to drop a horse.

Commentators have made a lot of speculation about him. Because Qi Linqing always uses punctuation and rigorous words in typing replies, almost everyone thinks that he is an elderly master.

As far as Qi Linqing knows, even Mr. Xu from the Calligraphy and Painting Association has posted questions in this post.

How embarrassing it would be to let the elderly know the truth.

Qi Linqing sighed.

At the same time, the shooting scene of "The Great Painter of China".

The stage has been set up, the lights are dazzling, and the background screen is lit with classical ink.

On the far left, there are six seats for the judges.

Mr. Xu Lao is chatting with other judges in the background.

Yan Nan: "I heard that your calligraphy and painting association is about to publish a technique book?"

"Yes." Mr. Xu nodded and said proudly: "This book brings together dozens of lost ancient painting techniques, almost all of which are contributed by Qi Linqing. After this book is published, we must be able to do so in the future. Take it to the next level."

Du Zhuang sighed, "It is hard to imagine that this child is only eighteen years old."

Mr. Xu Lao: "The geniuses recorded in history books have been very young since ancient times. Yuan Sihao was twenty-four years old when he made his famous work "Sunset and Rising Fire", and Fu Yi drew "Ten Thousand Li Rivers and Mountains" was only 21 years old. It’s just that our modern Chinese painting is lonely. Everyone thinks that only those painters who are seven old and eighty are the best. It’s not the case.”

Mr. Xu knows this best. These old people are getting older, but they are no longer stable in writing. Although the depth of experience is getting longer, but he is unable to do what he wants.

"The future of Chinese painting industry still depends on these young people."

Other judges echoed and agreed.

When Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen came in, the judges all looked up at them.

"Come here, wait for you to sit next to me." Mr. Xu greeted him warmly.

Qi Linqing smiled and greeted the judges for a while.

Zhong Chen stood by and looked at him.

Because it is a variety show of popular science education, no makeup is needed for photogenic.

The director soon came in and asked them to sit on the stage, and the recording of the show officially began.

As a special guest, Zhong Chen has to wait until halfway through the recording process before appearing.

The director respectfully said: "Can you wait here in the waiting room?"

Zhong Chen nodded.

The director then asked the scene to deliver drinks and snacks, and asked warmly:

"Is the air conditioner cold enough?"

"Oh, it's too cold, isn't it? I'm asking someone to drive higher... there is a small blanket over here."

Several staff members in the program group were a little surprised to see this scene.

"Although Zhong Chen is very famous and is a well-known Internet celebrity, but the director is not so licking, right?" Someone muttered.

The person familiar with the situation interrupted: "That's because this person has sponsored several million for the program group."

Staff: "..." Rich and self-willed.

the other side.

The process of Qi Linqing and the judges coming to the stage caused a commotion among the contestants off the stage.

The hostess stepped on high heels introduced according to the script: "Now we are walking by Mr. Yan Nan, Vice Chairman of the China Art Association, Mr. Xu Lao, Dean of the Painting and Calligraphy Academy of Z Province, famous scholar, modern calligraphy and painting Deng Quan, specializing in characters Painting, well-known in the painting circle, Mr. Wei Ruhua, a judge of the senior title of the Department of National Culture and Fine Arts..."

When she read Qi Linqing's identity, she paused and said with some embarrassment: "This is Mr. Qi Linqing, who won the first prize of the National Ink Cup Chinese Painting, a special contributor to the China Painting and Calligraphy Association, and was hailed as a genius boy in Chinese painting by the People's Daily. "

This introduction undoubtedly caused an uproar among the crowd.

Everyone looked at each other.

"what happened?!"

"Why is this kid qualified to be a judge?"

"I saw him ahead of me during the final selection interview..."

Liu Cangdong was not surprised, but was a little wondering in his heart, what kind of ability the young man in front of him could make Mr. Xu full of praise, saying, "He is absolutely capable of being a judge."

The three small groups originally from the Xiguang Academy of Fine Arts, brown-haired women, rosacea men, and fat men, looked at this scene in a daze.

The man with rosacea couldn't help rubbing his eyes with his hands.

He originally thought that the director would keep this kid until the end at most. In any case, he never thought that the director would directly let the other party be the judge's tutor!

"The director of this variety show is crazy..." he murmured.

On stage.

Because the distance is too far apart, the judges didn't know the strangeness of the following players.

The host continued to introduce:

"In order to ensure the fairness of the competition, this competition adopts a blind selection competition method. The judges will not see the picture, and will comment on the work without knowing the information of the players."

Under the leadership of the field office, the contestants entered the tables and chairs under the seats in order and began to paint.

Moderator: "The theme of this Chinese painting is'Summer.' Everyone can play freely."

Qi Linqing unscrewed the free water on the table and took a sip, raised his head, and saw Gan Yishan across the bustling crowd.

Among the contestants present, Gan Yishan can be said to be the youngest.

She didn't dare to sign up for this show, but she signed up with Qi Linqing's encouragement.

At that time, Qi Linqing comforted her: "Life needs a new attempt. As my apprentice, you will certainly not be worse than them."

Hearing the proposition, Gan Yishan lowered his head to study ink and color.

She secretly made up her mind that she would never shame her master!

...

Mr. Xu pointed to the girl in the audience and asked Qi Linqing, "Is this your apprentice?"

Qi Linqing nodded and said, "I told the director in advance that they will arrange to avoid suspicion."

Mr. Xu: "Haha, if I were twenty years younger, I would also worship you as a teacher."

The rest of the judges: "..."

Old Xu is kidding, right?

However, Qi Linqing started accepting apprentices at a young age, which really surprised them.

....

The game is limited to two hours.

When the time came, the host called to stop.

The staff are responsible for collecting the paintings together and leaving them for review by the judges.

There are a total of fifty contestants present, and it is a very long process to compare scores.

In the scoring section, the personality and preferences of the judges can be fully seen.

Mr. Xu Lao's comments are fair and reliable, and he will point out the mistakes, omissions and omissions of the contestants.

Mr. Yan Nan spoke without mercy and hit the nail on the head.

Du Zhuang, Deng Quan, and Wei Ruhua are kind and praise-based, but they are cruel and unrelenting in scoring.

As for Qi Linqing... everyone present felt that he was young and would be conservative when commenting.

But I never thought that Qi Linqing was the one with the most venomous tongue.

He turned over the drawing paper one by one, and the evaluation was quite harsh.

"This detail hasn't been dealt with at all, I'm confused."

"I can't see any mood in it."

"Using ink is too rough, look at it, it's all swept away here."

Qi Linqing sighed while watching.

He finally knew why it was said that modern Chinese painting was getting lonely day by day.

The level of painting skills of these contestants can't be used at all. Even more frightening is that they seem to be complacent.

So he would rather speak harder.

The comments of the judges and tutors are relayed to the contestants in real time.

When they saw their paintings subjected to direct comments like Qi Linqing, their expressions split on the spot.

"Who is he so hungry."

"If the other judges say it's all right, why is this kid?"

Especially men with rosacea. When he heard that the score of his painting was only forty in Qi Linqing’s mouth, he could no longer resist the emotion of his heart tumbling, rushing forward and shouting hysterically: "You are a bull who walks through the back door, thinking that he can have a little bit of power. Have you trampled on other people's paintings at will?!"

Everyone was stunned.

The camera is still operating silently.

The director and the staff turned their heads to look at this vocal (seizure) "warrior".

Qi Linqing frowned.

Mr. Xu Lao took the lead to speak for him, and said dissatisfied: "Director, hurry up and drag this person down."

The director awkwardly ordered the scene to step up the rosacea.

And he was still struggling frantically.

Yan Nan: "Sir, are you the author of the figure painting just now?"

There was hope in the eyes of the man with rosacea, and he nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes!"

Yan Nan: "Sorry, then I will only give you 30 points."

Man with rosacea: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Then the man with rosacea was directly disqualified from the competition by the director on the spot.

But the others hadn't left yet, but stood aside on the excuse of waiting for their companions.

The scores for the first round of paintings came out very quickly.

A man from Chengbei City won the first place.

Because of the director's mechanism of avoiding suspicion, Gan Yishan's paintings were not handed over to Qi Linqing for comment. Instead, five other judges and teachers got the average score.

Even so, Gan Yishan also won the third place with great enthusiasm.

After hearing his ranking, Gan Yishan couldn't help but be overjoyed.

And other painters around also started to talk to her.

Mr. Xu Lao saw the shortlist and exclaimed: "Sure enough, famous teachers have made great disciples."

The other judges also cast admiring eyes on Qi Linqing at this time.

It's nothing to be able to paint well, but to teach others well is to be more admirable.

At this time, the director stepped forward and called Qi Linqing to live, a little embarrassed: "Thank you for speaking further."

Qi Linqing didn't know why, but still got up and followed the other side and walked out.

Knowing that Qi Linqing is Mr. Zhong’s boyfriend, the director is also very polite towards him, saying in a negotiating tone:

"Mr. Qi, now, uh, there is a problem."

Qi Linqing: "Huh?"

The director pushed his glasses and his eyes drifted: "I know that you are a person recommended by Mr. Xu personally. You definitely have the ability to be a judge's tutor. However, due to your age and appearance, the outside contestants seem to be not very convinced, many people Protested to me..."

Qi Linqing: "Then I go?"

"No, no, no." The director shook his head like a rattle. Where did he dare to let Qi Linqing go. This is not only the man who is the sponsor, Mr. Zhong, but also the guarantee of the ratings of their program group.

In the entertainment industry, the director certainly knows that occasionally he has to cooperate with commercial operations.

"I have discussed with the screenwriter, is this okay? Let's add a link for your painting to give you a platform for you to exert your strength. After seeing your paintings with your own eyes, the contestants will definitely be convinced." The director whispered.

Qi Linqing pondered for a moment, then agreed.

...

When the host announced that the judge, Mr. Qi, would personally paint to show the theme of "Summer", everyone was very unbelievable.

It's really weird. After being provoked by rosacea, he didn't even pretend to be indifferent but wanted to go directly to the court to prove his strength?

Someone was whispering at this moment.

"In fact, Qi Linqing seems to be really good at painting."

"I have seen the two paintings he painted in "Tang Yue Fengyun" on the Internet, and they are quite amazing."

Some people hold the attitude of watching the excitement.

"Hey, if Qi Linqing paints too badly, wouldn't the director want us to bite the bullet and boast?"

"Then I can't do it."

"When the time comes, I will seek truth from facts and go online to expose him."

stage.

Qi Linqing stepped forward slowly.

His appearance is naturally eye-catching, like a magnet that firmly attracts everyone.

Even the few contestants who slandered him couldn't look away at this moment.

He spread the drawing paper flat on the table, rolled up his sleeves, lifted the pen, and dipped the ink.

This serial movement of clouds and flowing water is extremely pleasing to the eye.

Mr. Xu looked at this scene, turned his head and said to Yan Nan who was sitting next to him: "I look forward to seeing this kid drawing with my own eyes for a long time."

Yan Nan: "Me too. Hearing is fictitious and seeing is believing. I want to see how superbly this young man who has been praised by you in painting has reached the stage."

Mr. Xu touched his beard and said with a smile: "Then don't be dumbfounded in a while."

Yan Nan: "?"

The camera rotates faithfully to record the scene in front of you.

Under the sight of everyone, Qi Lin calmly stroked the first stroke on the white rice paper.

The author has something to say: The variety show configuration is referenced from "The Great Chinese Painter"

Thank you readers ql mine +1