After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

Saturday the next day.

Qi Linqing is going to attend the birthday party of his classmate Gu Demao.

This is an important plot in the article. After the original owner was sealed off his credit card, he couldn't afford to buy expensive gifts. He gave two copies of five to three, but was ridiculed and humiliated by everyone.

Qi Linqing could have not gone. But when he first came through, the original owner was running away from home.

And he didn't know anything about the world, and he accidentally crossed the road.

Had it not been for Gu Demao's rescue, he might have been hit and killed by a car long ago.

Qi Linqing is a person who knows his gratitude.

Although he really has no money now, and no decent gift.

Qi Linqing thought for a while, and finally decided to treat the ancient painting bought yesterday by mistake as a birthday gift for the other party.

Qiao Zhou said that Yuan Sihao's paintings are very expensive nowadays, and one painting can sell for several million. Although half of it is his sequel, the value may be greatly reduced, but it should also be worth some money.

When he was about to leave, Qi Linqing had already cleaned up the paintings and wrapped a layer of newspaper.

"Second Young Master, the car is ready." The driver came in.

"Okay, thank you." Qi Linqing put the painting in his schoolbag and carried it on his back. He didn't rush into the car, but first went to the back garden of the villa, picked up the kettle and watered the tulip flowers he had planted a few days ago.

The seeds have germinated. A little green and white point came out.

The sun fell, and the boy in white bent over to water.

The splashes of water resembled sparkling diamonds, coating him with a layer of shimmer.

The floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room just happened to see the back garden. Qi Yingjun, who was paying attention to his every move, was slightly taken aback when he saw it, and didn't even notice the magazine in his hand.

Shortly after Qi Linqing left, Qi Yingjun received a call from his younger uncle Qiao Zhou.

Qiao Zhou: "Is Linqing at home now?"

Qi Yingjun: "He just left."

Qiao Zhou paused, then asked, "Where are your parents?"

Qi Yingjun: "My dad is in the company, and my mom took Lele out for shopping."

Qiao Zhou sighed, "Actually I have one thing I want to tell you about Linqing."

Qi Yingjun asked subconsciously: "Did he cause any trouble?"

"No." Qiao Zhou briefly talked about the whole process of Qi Linqing picking up leaks in the antique shop yesterday on the phone.

Then he concluded: "This painting is too expensive. I can't accept it. I will send it to you another day."

Qi Yingjun suffered a cardiac arrest.

Did Qi Linqing miss two famous paintings worth millions? ? ?

Seeing that there was no sound on the phone for a long time, Qiao Zhou couldn't help wondering: "Is the signal bad? I can't hear you."

Qi Yingjun: "..."

No, it's just that he threw the phone out in shock just now.

In the dusk, the streets are mottled with light and shadow.

A Maybach parked on the side of the road, white smoke from the hood of the car.

The driver opened the door and walked down with a panic: "Second young master, the car has broken down. Or wait a minute, I'll call the car."

Qi Linqing: "Okay."

The driver opened the online car-hailing software, but saw 99 people waiting in line.

driver:"…"

Driver: "Can you wait, it may be the evening rush hour."

Qi Linqing asked: "How long will I have to wait?"

The driver trembled: "One hour...two hours."

Qi Linqing frowned and asked, "How far is it from the destination now?"

He felt that the car had been driving on the road for a long time.

The driver replied: "It's less than eight minutes by car, about two kilometers."

Waiting like this is a waste of time.

Qi Linqing cast his gaze out of the window and stayed on the rows of two-wheeled vehicles parked on the side of the road, with large characters printed on them: Scan the QR code to rent, as low as 1 yuan/hour.

He knew that their name was bicycles.

Qi’s family also has one, which was sent by Qi’s parents to Qi Lele’s 15th birthday by airlifted from abroad at a high price.

Qi Lele later changed hands and gave it to the original owner. When Qi Linqing first came over with a book, he tried to learn to ride.

"Could you please borrow one for me?" Qi Linqing pointed at them and asked the driver.

A few minutes later, Zhong Chen saw a familiar figure riding a shared bicycle on the road.

The young man was carrying a black schoolbag, the zipper was not fully closed, and a half of the scroll was exposed on the top.

The butler sitting in the driver's seat said, "Young Master Zhong, that is the second young master of the Qi family."

Zhong Chen: "I know."

The car continues to drive.

Zhong Chen was leaning halfway in the back seat. From his perspective, you can actually clearly see Qi Linqing slowly pedaling uphill on the wheels in the rearview mirror. The sweat soaked his shirt, clinging tightly to his body, and outlined Strong and thin waist.

Zhong Chen: "Stop."

Rolls-Royce slammed the brakes and stopped halfway up the slope.

Zhong Chen opened the car door and walked down, calling from a distance, "Hey."

But Qi Linqing didn't seem to hear her with headphones. Zhong Chen frowned, walked a few steps closer, and called the other party's name again.

This time Qi Linqing heard it, took off half of his earphones, and said, "It's a coincidence, are you going to Gu Demao's house, too?"

"Yeah." Zhong Chen said: "My housekeeper told you not to ride this and get in my car."

Qi Linqing took out his mobile phone from his pocket, awkwardly exited the navigation, and clicked on the return page as the driver taught him, but the display failed.

Qi Linqing had no choice but to say: "Sorry, it seems that the car cannot be returned here."

Zhong Chen: "..."

Zhong Chen: "Then you ride slowly."

Qi Linqing nodded and said, "Okay."

Zhong Chen turned and walked back, closing the door with a "bang".

When Qi Linqing arrived at Gu Demao's house, the sky was completely dark.

The Gujia is a well-known family in City B, and its most well-known property is the Guardian Auction House. Today, the only son of the ancient family was 18th birthday. The guests were all business celebrities, and there were a lot of dazzling luxury cars parked at the door.

Among them, the shared bicycle Qi Linqing rode over looked particularly dazzling.

The second floor of the ancient house.

The students from Class 18 of Junior High School are gathering together and chatting enthusiastically.

Jiang Bai: "Hey, I saw Qi Linqing when I first arrived at the door. Guess what, he came here on a shared bicycle."

"Fuck."

"Hahahahahaha."

"No, right? He is so poor that he can't even afford a car?"

"The Qi family sealed his card, and it is estimated that he is indeed very poor now."

"Then what else is he doing?"

"Qi Lele is here, Brother Zhong will definitely come. Why did you say Qi Linqing is here?"

"You know everything, their love triangle."

For their second-generation circles, things that are not ten thousand pieces can not be delivered at all. Whether Qi Linqing came to the birthday party with nothing, or gave a small gift of tens of hundreds of dollars, he would inevitably be ridiculed.

Not to mention that Qi Lele just gave Gu Demao a piece of ancient jade worth 100,000. Even the fake young master of Qi's family can give out 100,000. If the true young master of Qi Linqing gives less than this amount, he will die on the spot.

"De Mao, guess what Qi Linqing will give you?" Jiang Bai asked.

Gu Demao waved his hand, "It's okay, everyone is a classmate, it doesn't matter what you send."

In the corner, Zhong Chen also heard everyone's discussion. He subconsciously thought of the scroll revealed in Qi Linqing's schoolbag just now. Could it be that the other party gave him his own painting? Although this is meaningful, it is likely to be criticized by everyone.

This person is so poor that he rides a shared bicycle. Before he even gave him a watch worth 700,000 yuan...Zhong Chen picked up a glass of wine, his eyes erratic.

After half an hour.

"Happy birthday." Qi Linqing stepped into the door and handed the scroll to Gu Demao.

Gu Demao looked down and landed on the crumpled thing wrapped in newspaper.

"Uh...what is this?" His expression was a little hard to say.

Seeing that the other party didn't answer it, Qi Linqing put it on the table aside and said, "Yuan Sihao's painting."

"..."

At this moment, Gu Demao thought without doubt that Qi Linqing had that serious illness.

You want to pretend to be forced to tell a normal lie, right? ?

"Who is Yuan Sihao?" someone asked.

This group of second generations only cares about having fun and not reading. I don't know that this famous painter in history is normal.

Gu Demao explained in a low voice: "A painter of Tang Dynasty, a painting is at least several million, and there is a price but no market."

Everyone: "..."

Preconceived, they don't believe that Qi Linqing will buy real goods for millions.

Qi Lele's face was slightly dark, but when he walked over, he smiled at everyone, then pulled Qi Linqing's sleeves and walked out.

"you?"

Qi Lele's strength was unexpectedly large, and Qi Linqing felt that his arm was almost crushed. He frowned tightly, trying to throw it away, but was quickly shackled by the opponent.

Qi Lele: "Tell me outside."

Qi Linqing: "Then you let me go first."

Qi Lele let go.

Qi Linqing lifted up his sleeves and looked at it. As expected, the skin was purple.

Wait to go to the yard outside.

Seeing no one was around, Qi Lele increased the volume and questioned him with red eyes, "Brother, why are you doing this? Do you know that you lost the face of Qi's family! You can tell me if you have no money," I lend you, you don’t even have to come to this birthday party..."

Qi Lele was almost killed by Qi Linqing's selfishness. He even sent out a ridiculous fake for his own face! If the news goes out, it will definitely deal a huge blow to the reputation of the Qi family.

"Sorry, I don't know if this will cause you trouble." Qi Linqing said.

"You are always like this." Qi Lele looked at him and said, "Brother, you always live yourself into a joke."

This sentence is very hurtful.

There was no expression on Qi Linqing's face.

Moonlight cast a dark gray silhouette on the lawn of the yard, and he turned and raised his leg to walk towards the ancient house.

"What are you doing again?!" Qi Lele shouted.

"Go get that picture back."

Tang Quan walked into the ancient hall and saw a group of teenagers pointing around an ancient painting.

The painting was spread out and thrown on the ground, and several passing people stepped on it at will. Although they are wearing slippers, there are already several obvious footprints on the painting.

"What's going on?" He stopped Gu Demao and asked.

Gu Demao respected the highly respected appraiser at his auction house, and immediately explained:

"...This is a birthday gift from the second young master of the Qi family. He said it was a painting by Yuan Sihao, but it was a fake."

Tang Quan's complexion changed suddenly, and he sprinted toward the painting for a hundred meters.

Isn’t Qiao Zhou’s nephew the Qi’s Young Master?

Since Qiao Zhou's picture is genuine, so is the pair in front of him.

After seeing the painting, Tang Quan fell silent involuntarily.

This is not just Yuan Sihao's work. The remaining half of the handwriting is more mature, as if by someone else's hand...

According to wild history records, Yuan Sihao and painting saint Fu Yi were once close friends. When Yuan Sihao was too busy, Fu Yi occasionally ghosted him.

If the other half of this painting is the next generation of Fu Yi... then it is invaluable!

"You wait here, I'll call Professor Yan over." Tang Quan held the painting in both hands, like a precious fragile object.

Gu Demao wondered: "Professor Yan from Gome?"

"Yes." Tang Quan said, "I saw him outside just now. Professor Yan is a professional who studies Fu Yi. I will go to him to ask about the situation..."

"Wait!" Gu Demao was almost fainted, confused: "What does this have to do with Fu Yi?"

Tang Quan glared at him, "This painting is written by Yuan Sihao!"

Gu Demao: "???"

"Even half of them may be from Fu Yi's continuation..." Tang Quan muttered to himself.

Click.

The goblet in Gu Demao's hand fell to the ground, and glass **** splashed.

He didn't see, Zhong Chen behind him suddenly raised his head when he heard the word "Fu Yi".

Tang Quan closed the painting and placed it carefully on the empty table. He turned his head and exhorted Gu Demao: "Don't let others touch it. You prodigal stuff! You even stepped on a few feet just now..."

Tang Quan's tone was heartbroken.

Gu Demao: "Oh."

He was completely dumbfounded now.

After Tang Quan left, Zhong Chen stood up and walked towards the painting for the first time.

Gu Demao: "Hey...Zhong Shao you—"

Zhong Chen: "I'll take a look."

Gu Demao couldn't say anything immediately. Although Tang Quan had just told him not to let others touch this painting, Zhong Shao did not belong to the category of "others".

It's someone he can't afford to offend.

When Zhong Chen turned on the scroll, his fingertips shuddered because of being too nervous.

This is a snow landscape painting.

The gauze was mottled and yellowed, and there were a few gray footprints that had just fallen on it.

In Zhong Chen's mind came the scene where Master once painted it.

In the pavilion, the young man smiled at him while flicking his sleeves and waving his pen: "Brother Yuan has recently received a lot of orders, and he can't stop until midnight. It just happens that I'm idle this time, just to help his ink bones."

But the fact is that Master hadn't received any more orders for a long time, and he was too poor to eat.

Yuan Sihao couldn't bear it, so he divided his list to the master.

After a few groggy afternoons, he sat aside to help Master study ink.

He knows this painting better than anyone else, and indeed half of it is a continuation of Fu Yi.

Zhong Chen stroked the edge of the gauze, but was accidentally pierced by a piece of glass slag.

Bright red blood rushed out, and he squeezed the wound tightly.

Although this will allow the glass shards to penetrate deeper into the flesh and blood, it can temporarily stop the bleeding and prevent the painting from being stained with red.

"Young Master Zhong, you bleed!" Gu Demao looked panicked.

Zhong Chen stepped back, palms facing up. The blood flowed more, ticking, soaking the carpet.

"I'm sorry, Shao Zhong.. I blamed me for breaking the glass just now. It was my fault...Uh, hiccup!" Gu Demao belched in fright.

The emotion in Zhong Chen's eyes was surging, and he didn't say a word.

Gu Demao was terrified.

A group of people started rushing to call the doctor to find the first aid kit.

No one noticed that Qi Linqing came in and took the scroll from the table.

Zhong Chen bandaged the wound twice at random, turned his head and found that the painting was missing, and his face suddenly sank.

Gu Demao stomped: "Who the **** took it?"

A person next to him who was looking at the window shouted, "It's Qi Linqing! He took the painting and left!"

Gu Demao: "..."

The master's painting was taken away by the master, and it seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

I can only blame him for being blind, not recognizing it as the genuine product at the beginning, and letting everyone ridicule Qi Linqing.

Who is not angry about this.

"Demao, you have lost several million." Jiang Bai replied.

Gu Demao felt a fierce pain on his face, and he wanted to wait a while before he knew how to explain it to Tang Quan.

He just wanted to speak, when a figure flickered in front of him.

Zhong Chen opened the door like a gust of wind and rushed out.

In the yard, Qi Lele first saw Qi Linqing riding away on a shared bicycle, and then Zhong Chen also came out.

"Zhong Chen!" He called the other party's name.

Zhong Chen must have heard it, but ran out without looking back.

Qi Lele: "..."

He thought he had to go back and ask Gu Demao what was going on with them.

Before Qi Lele took a few steps, he heard a male voice coming from the front.

"According to what you said, the painting sent by Master Qi is indeed very likely to be a continuation of Fu Yi."

"I recently checked the relevant literature. Yuan Sihao often accepts too many commissions and promises from his clients and is urged. He and Fu Yi have a close relationship, which can fully explain that he asks the other party to help him paint and color... Hurry! Let's go fast. Point! I can't wait to see it."

Qi Lele turned his head stiffly.

He recognized the two people who were talking, one of them was Tang Quan, an antique appraiser at Guardian Auctions.

So the painting just now, is it true?

Qi Linqing doesn't know how to use navigation, and rides to get lost based on his previous impressions.

He returned his bicycle, stood on this unfamiliar street full of traffic for a while, and finally called the driver.

The driver promised to pick him up soon.

After finishing the fight, Qi Linqing touched the change in his pocket, and wanted to buy a steamed bun at the convenience store opposite.

But he was not very familiar with the traffic rules, so he could only follow an aunt across the road at a steady pace.

Unexpectedly, there was a loud clamor suddenly behind him at this moment:

"Catch the thief! Stop him!"

Before Qi Linqing could react, he was slammed into his body by the running man.

The scroll in his hand also fell to the ground, rolled, and stopped in the middle of the road.

The green light is on.

Boom.

The sound of the engine starting.

A big white truck is about to run over—

Zhong Chen, who saw this scene as soon as he arrived, didn't even think about it, and ran across the road to grab the scroll on the ground.

At the moment when the dazzling car lights came, Zhong Chen closed his eyes subconsciously.

However, a huge resistance hugged him and staggered to the side.

"Death!"

The driver screamed while stepping on the brake.

Zhong Chen opened his eyes and realized that he had been rescued by Qi Linqing.

Qi Linqing resisted the pain in his left leg, frowning and reprimanding:

"You don't want to die?"

Zhong Chen pursed his lips and got up without a word.

Only then did Qi Linqing see that the thing he held tightly in his arms was the painting.

"I have a friend who wants to buy this painting of you." Zhong Chen said straightforwardly.

It was very late after the traffic accident was dealt with, and the streets were empty.

They are standing under the street lamp. The dim light lengthened the shadow.

Zhong Chen didn't ask Qi Linqing how he obtained the painting. Anyway, he could find out everything by going back tonight. He raised his head, always alert to the change in the other's expression.

But Qi Linqing's face is still so plain that he can't pick out any subtle emotions.

"Sorry." He reached out to Zhong Chen.

Zhong Chen bit his lip and said, "My friend is willing to issue a blank check."

Qi Linqing: "Not for sale."

Reason tells Zhong Chen that he shouldn't blame the other party for this. The business plan is that you love me. If people are unwilling, they should just give up.

However, he was controlled by emotions and turned away with anger.

Just a few steps away.

and many more.

There seems to be something wrong.

Zhong Chen stopped and pulled out his trouser pockets, but there was nothing inside.

He fumbled his coat pockets again, only to confirm and affirm the fact that he forgot to bring his cell phone.

Zhong Chen: "..."

Now, at 12 o'clock in the morning, what a terrible thing it is to walk outside alone without a cell phone.

While worrying about what to do, Zhong Chen suddenly saw a lady passing by in a hurry.

He breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly ran after him, patted the other person on the back and asked: "Hello, can I borrow a mobile phone, please?"

The lady turned her head.

In the night, she couldn't see the boy's face clearly, and could only see a stunning dragon tattoo on the opponent's arm. It seems that the dark will be the bad young and Dangerous boy in the movie.

The lady turned around in fright and fled.

Zhong Chen: "..."

He looked back at the street where there was no half of him, and had to turn around.

The 24h convenience store clerk put the buns and milk into the bag and handed it over, "A total of 19 yuan."

Qi Linqing fumbled and took out a 20 yuan banknote.

Clerk: "Sorry, I can't find any change now. Do you want WeChat or zfb?"

Qi Linqing: "I only have cash."

Clerk: "Then you choose another one dollar item."

Qi Linqing: "No need to find change."

He found it too troublesome.

The clerk insisted: "No! This way our finances are inconvenient to settle accounts!"

Qi Linqing had no choice but to take a lollipop at the sign of the clerk.

He carried his things and walked out, and the door opened automatically: "Welcome".

He took a step back and the door closed automatically.

He took a step forward and the door opened again.

The corner of Qi Linqing's mouth twitched slightly and tried several more times. When he raised his head again, he saw the teenager squatting in the corner.

Zhong Chen leaned against the trash can, folded his hands on his chest, not knowing how long he stared at him.

At this time the car arrived and stopped right on the side of the road. The night wind blew up and blew away a napkin on the side of the trash can.

"Second Young Master!" The driver rolled down the window and waved at him.

Qi Linqing picked up the paper towels and walked over quickly.

However, just when he brushed shoulders with Zhong Chen and passed away—

Grunt.

Qi Linqing clearly heard a strange noise coming from the other party's stomach.

Zhong Chen: "..."

Zhong Chen: "It's not me."

Qi Linqing tilted his head and saw the young boy's expression calm, but the crimson on the tips of his ears was particularly conspicuous.

He raised his eyebrows and said nothing. After throwing the tissues into the dry trash recycling bin, he took out something from the convenience store bag and stuffed it into Zhong Chen's palm.

Zhong Chen: "I'm not rare..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhong Chen watched Qi Linqing go around him and get into the back seat of the car.

Maybach merged with black and left in a low-key manner.

The idea of ​​borrowing a mobile phone from the other party was completely lost.

Zhong Chen couldn't help but start to doubt the plot of the novel. Does Qi Linqing really like him?

"Such a straight man of steel, it is weird to be able to find someone." Zhong Chen muttered to himself.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew by, and Zhong Chen shrank his neck.

He just wanted to put his hand in his pocket, only then realized afterwards that he was holding something stiff in his hand.

I wanted to throw it away.

But he opened his palm and looked at it and found it was a pink lollipop.

Zhong Chen hesitated to tear open the plastic paper and put the sugar in his mouth.

After licking the sugar ball, his expression was a little dazed.

It turned out to be strawberry flavored.

Inside the car.

Qi Linqing had just bitten two buns and suddenly remembered something.

"What does a blank check mean?" he asked the driver.

Driver: "Uh, you can withdraw money from the bank and fill in a check for any amount of money."

Qi Linqing: "..."