After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

"Where can I find so many students who can learn French painting?" Ji Youguang sighed.

He was the host teacher in charge of the school's ink cup art competition in the past.

In the past, all students signed up voluntarily. However, because foreign exchange students came to visit the school this year, the leaders required that at least two students in each class should be mobilized to sign up.

At this time, besides Ji Youguang, there were three other teachers including Yi Chaoming in the art office.

The middle school attaches great importance to comprehensive quality education, so the daily treatment for teachers is also very high. The office not only has floor-to-ceiling windows with great light, there is even a refrigerator and a coffee machine.

Two students squatted on the ground to help sort out the books.

Upon hearing this, Yi Chaoming thought of Qi Linqing inexplicably. Although his black powder filter is strong, he still has to admit that the calligraphy that the other party wrote in the art class that day was really excellent.

He was just about to talk to Ji Youguang, and there was a knock on the door.

A student ran to open the door, and the person who came in turned out to be Qi Linqing.

Yi Chaoming: "..."

What do you mean?

Qi Linqing's eyes circled around the four teachers and fell on Yi Chaoming.

The uncle of the library said that their art teacher had the book, and Qi Linqing took it for granted that the teacher was Yi Chaoming.

Unexpectedly, after he asked, Yi Chaoming looked inexplicable: "I don't have this book."

Qi Linqing was taken aback for a moment, and quickly answered: "Maybe I have misunderstood, sorry."

The female teacher behind Yi Chaoming interrupted and said, "No, you have admitted the wrong person. I remember Teacher Ji has this book."

"Yes, yes, his name is Ji Youguang, and he is sitting by the window." Another brown-haired male teacher also pointed him in the direction.

Qi Linqing looked over and saw the teacher Ji in the corner, who seemed to be about forty. He has a beard, black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a peaked cap. A gray windbreaker hung on the hanger next to him, I think it is also his.

Hearing the movement, he raised his head and glanced at Qi Linqing faintly.

Qi Linqing said: "Hello teacher, I want to borrow a book from you."

Ji Youguang: "What book?"

""Tonglu On Painting"."

Ji Youguang frowned and said casually: "You are not suitable."

A high school student made a joke about this kind of highly professional Chinese painting appreciation book.

He lowered his head and continued to turn over the lesson plan.

Qi Linqing asked: "Where is it not suitable?"

Ji Youguang turned a page, his tone indifferent: "Like you, I suggest you to read the novice enlightenment painting books."

His voice is not too big or too small, just enough to spread all over the office.

Everyone present had different expressions.

Yi Chaoming smiled inwardly.

The two students recognized Qi Linqing, and when they heard the gossip smell, they slowed down their movements of sorting out the books in their hands, pricking up their ears, hoping to listen for a while.

The female teacher whispered: "Lao Ji is still so venomous."

The brown-haired man nodded in agreement.

Qi Linqing: "?"

What's the meaning?

Qi Linqing said: "I am not a novice."

Ji Youguang snapped the book closed, a little impatient:

"Be humble. I'm afraid that the book "Tonglu On Painting" is not understood by a few children who play Chinese painting in elementary school. Besides, I am still a traditional Chinese original. Are you sure you can understand it?"

Qi Linqing nodded, "I just want to borrow the traditional Chinese version."

Ji Youguang also heard a little about this young master Qi Jiazhen, who had been making a lot of noise a while ago.

It now appears that the bad reviews on the Internet are not groundless.

There was a trace of dislike in Ji Youguang's eyes. He didn't want to deny the borrower's request in person, so he thought of a euphemistic compromise:

"My book is only lent to students with excellent Chinese painting skills. If you want to borrow it, you can prove your ability."

He thought that this time he should be able to scare the opponent away.

Qi Linqing: "Okay, do you have paper, pen and ink? I can draw one on the spot."

Ji Youguang: "..."

The brown-haired man got up and went to the cabinet to get a pen and paper. He thought of watching the excitement and said, "Yes! There are more."

The female teacher immediately stood up and prepared to go to the music office next door to take shelter from the limelight.

Refuse to watch handsome guys and watch rollovers on the spot, start with me. Who made Qi Linqing have such a beautiful face!

After the face value filter breaks, she will be hurt.

The two students looked at each other. If not in front of the teacher, they would take out their mobile phones to send messages to their classmates. The title is thought up, it's called Madden! Shock! Qi Linqing has a brain problem!

However, Yi Chaoming thought of Qi Linqing's amazing calligraphy in art class, a little swaying.

It's impossible for the other party to learn Chinese painting, right?

Qi Linqing has encountered this kind of thing more than once, once he was born and then matured, he has long been accustomed to other people's doubts.

He used to be young and from a small background, many people did not believe that he was a serious painter.

He calmly took the pen and paper handed by the brown-haired man, looked around, looking for the painting environment.

But the teachers’ desks were filled with computer gadgets, and even the only empty desk was full of art textbooks and homework.

The only place to expand seems to be the whiteboard next to the wall.

When Qi Linqing was in a public class, he saw the teacher used it. A colorful object called a "magnetite" can attach paper to the whiteboard, and it won't fall off at all. It's amazing.

He thought for a while, walked over and stuck the rice paper upright awkwardly.

Several teachers at the scene noticed this scene, their expressions were different.

Although only Ji Youguang majored in Chinese painting, everyone is studying fine art. Of course, he knows that Chinese painting cannot be hung up and painted like a sketch.

The master may be able to do it.

However, for novices, the dripping ink and the hanging pen at any time are insurmountable obstacles.

Ji Youguang helplessly raised his forehead: "Making a fool!"

Qi Linqing heard it, but did not stop preparing for the ink.

As soon as he lifted his wrist to write, there was a loud noise at the door.

It turned out to be the teacher in the music office next door, and wanted to come together to watch the excitement.

"I heard from teacher Liu Wen in the art group that you have a handsome guy who wants to perform Chinese painting live?"

"..."

Yi Chaoming glanced at them with complex expressions, thinking that these music teachers are also Qi Linqing's black fans just like him. They often come to him in the afternoon to chatter, why are they even calling "Little Handsome Guy" now?

Probably Liu Wen didn't make it clear, they didn't know that this handsome guy was Qi Linqing.

With his back to the crowd, Qi Linqing first outlined the outline of the rock with a line drawing. This is the most unpretentious basic brushwork in traditional Chinese painting, but it is actually not as simple as imagined.

It's like building a house, and the foundation can only be stabilized if it is built firmly.

In many cases, the simpler the thing, the more test the foundation.

Yi Chaoming and Ji You condensed their eyes.

The closest brown-haired man can see most clearly. The hand of the young man in front of him... is terribly stable!

The students turned their heads and found that the expressions of the teachers had changed, and couldn't help asking:

"Did he paint well?"

No one answered.

The music teacher is an outsider who knows nothing about Chinese painting.

But their ears can hear the undercurrent surging in the sudden silence of the air.

Looking at the back of the young painter, a teacher soon realized that there were very few students dyed blond in school.

"Couldn't the handsome guy Liu Wen talk about be Qi Linqing?"

They looked at each other, it was hard to imagine.

…

Once Qi Linqing began to paint, he felt an immersive feeling that could shield the outside world.

He didn't draw too complicated, and the horizontal ink was several feet, and the intersecting lines contained the light and dark side of perspective. After sketching the outline, he used the brush to express the rough undulations of the stack of rocks, mixed and supplemented with "wipe", and "dots" were interspersed in the meantime. These are the most common techniques in traditional Chinese painting.

But it was because it was so common that Ji Youguang was shocked!

"I'm finished." Qi Linqing put aside his pen and turned around.

And the music teachers who finally saw his looks, dementia.jpg.

How could it be so?

In all fairness, handsome is a fact. But here comes the problem. They are Qi Linqing's black fans.

On the other side, the brown-haired man and Yi Chaoming were amazed.

The freehand landscape painting in front of me has a superb charm and realm.

Really, as long as you are not blind, you can see how extraordinary it is.

Yi Chaoming felt that he was beginning to doubt life.

Is this still the Qi Linqing who was hacked by the entire network? Why does he not only write calligraphy, but even have a touch on Chinese painting...

Ji Youguang took two steps closer and looked at the rice paper on the whiteboard carefully, only to feel the buzzing echo in his mind.

The opponent was able to maintain a stable brushwork even when the difficulty of vertical drawing was doubled.

How many years have it been! He was a little excited suddenly, his fingers trembling slightly on the hem of his pants. Being an art teacher by myself, this is the first time I have seen such a good student of Chinese painting after so many years of education!

The other party is still in high school, and the future is definitely promising!

"Who did you learn Chinese painting from?" Ji Youguang couldn't help but ask.

He heard that Qi Linqing was born in a rural area and was raised by a garbage-picking grandmother. Normally, he should not have the conditions to learn Chinese painting.

Qi Linqing: "I used to learn from an old man in the countryside, but he has now passed away."

Ji Youguang has no doubts. These words sound reasonable and reasonable, and leave a certain amount of room for imagination.

Fifty or sixty years ago, there were quite a few masters who knew Chinese painting. It is estimated that because of the times, he went to the countryside to avoid the limelight.

He immediately made up for the past that a hidden figure found that the young man had savvy, so he accepted an apprentice on the spot.

After all, Qi Linqing can paint like this at a young age. He is definitely a genius.

No, it's a genius among geniuses!

"Would you like to sign up for the Ink Cup Painting and Calligraphy Contest?" Ji Youming stepped forward and held Qi Linqing's hand tightly, speaking earnestly.

Qi Linqing wanted to withdraw his hand, but was held back tighter by the opponent.

Qi Linqing: "Uh, I just want to borrow "Tonglu On Painting"."

Ji Youming immediately said: "If you sign up, I will lend it to you!"

Then he went to the bookshelf and looked for the book.

The sudden enthusiasm of the other party made Qi Linqing a little scared.

He took a half step back subconsciously.