Although Zhong Fujia has been abroad for several years, she still pays close attention to domestic art news.

He recalled the time when he had art exams, and the painting in front of him is probably the typical level that appeared in the fan book for their reference.

Gao Kuo, the eldest son of the professor Gao he knew, mentioned Qi Linqing, but he said nothing good.

The words are terrible, and Zhong Fujia's impression of Qi Linqing in her mind was a bit ambiguous.

This level... why doesn't it seem like a teenager can draw it?

Could it be that the other party is lying to him?

Zhong Fujia couldn't help but magnify the photo and observe it carefully.

The prominent signature in the lower right corner: Qi Linqing.

Let Zhong Fujia be silent.

He reflected on it, his drawing level in the high school art exam was not even one-third of the opponent's level, right?

Sure enough, the times are different, and now it is the world after 00.

The back wave of the Yangtze River pushed the front wave, and the front wave died on the beach.

"It turns out that you are teaching Chen Chen to paint." Zhong Mu was surprised.

"Just supervise him to finish at night." Qi Linqing smiled.

Zhong Chen: "..."

What do you mean by the way? You obviously give me extra homework every time.

Father Zhong held Qi Linqing's hand with a sincere expression: "Thank you, child."

Now the parents of the Zhong family believe that Qi Linqing made Zhong Chen on the right path.

They are very grateful for it.

Qi Linqing didn't know this misunderstanding.

He withdrew his hand, politely twitched the corner of his mouth, and said, "Zhong Chen was also talented in painting."

Like his little apprentice, he is very smart.

"Okay, okay, let's eat first, and talk later." Zhong Mu warmly greeted.

After eating, Zhong Chen took Qi Linqing upstairs.

Zhong's parents and Zhong Fujia are sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Mother Zhong asked: "What do you think of this child in Linqing?"

Zhong Fujia thought of the other side's regular words and deeds, and the corners of her mouth curled a little and said:

"I feel that other people are pretty good. Just a bit precocious, like a little adult. Painting is also very good."

Mother Zhong patted her thigh, "Oh, it's a good match for Chenchen like this. He is too playful, and he needs a person like Linqing to suppress it."

"Suppress?" Zhong Fujia repeated subconsciously.

He seemed to perceive something in Zhong's mother's words.

Mother Zhong: "Yes, Linqing and Chenchen are a pair, can't you tell?"

Zhong Fujia hesitated for a moment.

He still... really didn't see it.

upstairs.

"Sit as you like." Zhong Chen bent over and fumbled in the cabinet.

Qi Linqing sat in a chair, looked at him and asked, "What are you looking for?"

Zhong Chen got the box and turned around.

"This." He raised his hand.

Qi Linqing's face was inexplicable.

It is a delicate wooden box with a long strip shape. If according to the habit he expected, it is usually used to install the brush...

Zhong Chen sat on the edge of the bed and said, "I saw it at an online auction two days ago. I thought it should suit you well, so I bought it."

Qi Linqing: "You want to give it to me?"

"Otherwise." Zhong Chen said: "I can't use this stuff, just take it as a thank you for teaching me painting these days."

He handed the box to Qi Linqing, "open it and take a look."

Qi Linqing paused and took the box.

After opening it, I discovered that there was a bright white jade flute inside.

Zhong Chen: "Don't you know how to play? Try it and see if you like it."

When he saw it at the ancient online auction house, he thought it was suitable for him.

Qi Linqing glanced away and quickly moved away. Judging from the quality of jade, he knew that this flute must be of great value.

"Actually, you don't have to give me anything. You have helped me a lot in my studies," he said.

Zhong Chen: "Can that be the same?"

Qi Linqing: "I think the same. By the way, how much did you buy for Xiao?"

"Fifty thousand." Zhong Chen lied without blinking.

It's actually half a million.

Qi Linqing thought that the price was still acceptable. You can return a gift with a similar price to the other party next time.

He accepted the gift frankly and said, "Thank you."

"Well, what else do you say thank you." Zhong Chen stood up and stretched, "Let's start learning now."

Qi Linqing nodded and said, "Okay."

Zhong Chen glanced at him from the corner of the eye and hummed inwardly.

You practice my painting every night, and now that Feng Shui takes turns, I also want you to learn.

Zhong Chen took out a few copies of the bottom of the box and placed them on the table, saying: "Write! Ask me if you don't."

Qi Linqing nodded and said, "Okay."

Then he really bowed his head and began to write.

Under the warm yellow shadow of the lamp beside the table, his profile was sharp and focused.

It seems that learning is a kind of enjoyment for him.

Zhong Chen was taken aback.

He quickly realized that there was something wrong with him, withdrew his gaze, and coughed slightly.

Zhong Chen took out his mobile phone and began to watch the stock market trends to divert his attention.

This method really works.

The two were busy with their own affairs, and time passed by unconsciously.

When Zhong Chen came back to his senses, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

He walked behind the desk and found that Qi Linqing had finished writing three units and four simulated papers without a word.

Zhong Chen: "...I didn't mean you can ask me if you can't?"

Qi Linqing raised his head to look at him, with some doubts reflected in his brown pupils:

"But I can do it all."

Zhong Chen: "?"

He thought I didn't believe it.

Zhong Chen picked up the opponent's paper and compared the answer. But the more I am, the more I am frightened.

It's really all right? ?

Qi Linqing's learning and progress speed is also terrible.

"You teach well," he said.

Zhong Chen: "..."

Qi Linqing accidentally caught a glimpse of the stock market dynamics displayed on the other party's mobile phone, and asked casually:

"Do you still trade stocks?"

Zhong Chen: "Uh, I'm still learning now."

However, the few stocks that Zhong Chen bought by testing the water some time ago have doubled and earned hundreds of thousands of dollars, and he has never told others.

Qi Linqing said sincerely: "It's amazing."

When Zhong Chen heard these words, he was a little warm in his ears for no apparent reason. He also had a desire to show off in his heart, pretending to be nonchalant:

"I bought stocks the other day and made several times."

Qi Linqing: "You are too good. Unlike me, I don't know how to manage money."

Zhong Chen sighed and said, "I can..." teach you.

Not knowing why, he suddenly swallowed the remaining two words back.

"I can help you manage your finances in the future." Zhong Chen said.

Qi Linqing laughed it off, all as if the other party was joking. He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was too late.

He put down the pen, folded the papers one by one and put them aside.

He stood up and pushed the chair into the table.

"Should we go to the studio now?"

"Oh.. I forgot. I'm going to pack my luggage." Zhong Chen hurriedly walked to the cloakroom behind the bedroom and pulled off a few pieces of clothing indiscriminately as he wanted to stuff them into the box.

"Wait a moment."

Qi Linqing walked in front of him, raised his hand to take the pieces of clothing, shook, and began to fold.

Zhong Chen raised his eyes and saw that the other party moved his clothes into tofu cubes in a rigid manner, and then put them back in the suitcase.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Qi Linqing explained: "If you stuff like this, your clothes will be wrinkled."

Zhong Chen: "Well, I know, it's not in a hurry today. I used to stack it well."

Qi Linqing: "It's okay, I'll help you stack it together."

When he finished speaking, he lifted his foot and walked over to pull the closet door.

Just as Zhong Chen wanted to stop him, he didn't say "No--".

That closet is a taboo place, he has never let his aunt clean it.

Patter.

The closet door opened.

A lot of clothes studded with punk silver chains and big brand LOGO belonged to the original owner, all rolled down.

It was like a truck dumping garbage, instantly covering Qi Linqing's entire face.

Zhong Chen covered his mouth: "..."

Qi Linqing stroked the big green beach shorts above his head, turned his hair and asked him from the bottom of his heart:

"Have you really folded your clothes before?"

At nine o'clock in the evening, Zhimo Studio.

Gan Yishan paced back and forth in the bedroom nervously.

Ye Runan sat on her bed, eating potato chips, and said, "Isn't it just accepting a disciple, do you need to be so nervous?"

Gan Yishan: "You are not studying Chinese painting, I don't know how awesome he is...",

Ye Runan: "Then you give up too. You two are both in the studio now, how can he teach you? I heard that Qi Linqing is busy. He has another classmate besides guiding Zhong Chen in the class."

Just think about it, Gan Yishan. Her grandfather used to be old-fashioned.

She knows the rules for accepting apprentices by real masters of traditional Chinese painting, which are exactly the same as those in the costume TV series.

Ye Runan looked at her and said strangely: "And Qi Linqing is younger than you, isn't it? Don't you feel embarrassed to worship him as a teacher?"

Gan Yishan: "What's so embarrassing about this..."

In her eyes, the newcomers of traditional Chinese painting are eternal gods.

Although the technique taught by the other party in the video is only a fur, it has benefited her a lot.

"Wait!" She looked at the new message from the phone screen with a pleasant expression: "He told me to go to the commissary! I'm going first."

Putting on his coat, Gan Yishan rushed out hurriedly.

Behind.

Her two roommates and Ye Runan looked at each other.

Roommate A: "She is so anxious, wouldn't she like Qi Linqing?"

Roommate B: "Don't. Although Gan Yishan is pretty, she has no hope. After all, Qi Linqing likes boys."

Ye Runan raised his head and looked at the empty doorway with a thoughtful expression.

And the other side.

When Gan Yishan walked to the playground, he was rejected by Qi Linqing not surprisingly.

"Sorry, I haven't had much time to accept disciples recently." He said.

When Gan Yishan heard the news in person, he didn't feel too disappointed. She knew she was unworthy.

Qi Linqing: "But if you have any questions, you can ask me at any time."

Gan Yishan bowed to him, "Okay! Thank you!!!"

"Do you want to take a college entrance examination of the Department of Chinese Painting?" Qi Linqing asked.

"Yes." Gan Yishan nodded.

"Then work hard, you have great potential."

Hearing the other party's encouragement, and don't know why, Gan Yishan suddenly felt like a chicken blood.

She glared at Zhong Chen who was standing behind Qi Linqing at the convenience store, did not dare to disturb them, said a few words and hurriedly retreated.

Zhong Chen actually didn't expect Qi Linqing to refuse.

He thought that the other party's character, such a good person, might take Gan Yishan as a disciple to teach seriously, and continue to pass on the traditional Chinese painting.

But in all fairness, Zhong Chen was a little happy.

Sure enough, the essence of man is possessive desire.

"Why don't you accept her as a disciple?" he asked.

Qi Linqing raised his foot and walked to the supermarket, bought him an ice cream, and said casually: "I already have you now."

Zhong Chen paused, his cheeks unconsciously a little hot.

"You, what are you talking about?" His voice became quieter.

Qi Linqing looked at him, "I have to teach you painting every day. I have no time to teach her."

Zhong Chen: "Do you still engage in 1V1 when you accept disciples?"

Qi Linqing: "Huh?"

He didn't understand what he meant.

The corner of Zhong Chen's mouth raised slightly, "That is, you always only accept one apprentice."

Qi Linqing: "Not so clear."

He hadn't received many apprentices before except Liang Luoduan.

Zhong Chen: "Then should I call you Teacher Qi now?"

Qi Linqing: "No need."

Zhong Chen: "Why? Be a teacher for a day and be a father for life."

He suddenly realized something was wrong when he said this sentence.

Isn't Qi Linqing his father? It's so weird.

Qi Linqing looked at his face, sighed, and took out a tissue from his pocket to wipe off the white ice cream stain on his lips.

"Because if so, I should call you Teacher Zhong."

In the darkness, Zhong Chen's face flushed.

The time in the studio passed quickly.

After that, Qi Linqing began to learn oil painting.

His keen intuition and inspiration in color often make Class D teachers sigh with emotion.

What is a genius? This is.

The students in other classes didn't know the progress of Qi Linqing's painting, they thought he had studied before.

But only the students in Class D witnessed the learning speed of this genius, which was terrifying to a terrifying point.

Any kind of painting will surely be learned in less than a day in the hands of the other party.

The next day, you can draw inferences about it.

On the third day, his level completely surpassed the teacher.

This gave Qi Linqing the nickname of "enchanting" in the studio teacher's office secretly.

While he is absorbing a lot of artistic knowledge, he is also thinking about his future.

Most of the students in the class think about the major they want to apply for in the university early on.

Such as clothing design, art graphic design.

Feng Jiaqing wanted to learn industrial design.

The more he learns, the more profound Qi Linqing feels, and a bit at a loss.

After school this day, he and Zhong Chen were walking on the green path back to the dormitory.

The sun is strong and the breeze is blowing slightly cool.

Qi Linqing asked: "What department are you going to apply for in university?"

Zhong Chen was taken aback, thinking that the other party had noticed it.

He had thought about it a long time ago, and he will apply for the Department of Finance in the future.

In summer vacation, I came to the studio to learn painting, just to inquire about Qi Linqing's situation.

"I haven't figured it out yet." He could only cover it with this vague reason.

Qi Linqing: "I didn't think about it either."

Zhong Chen was surprised, "You didn't even think about it?"

He thought that someone with a strong opinion like the other party must have had an idea long ago.

Qi Linqing nodded, with a rare look of confusion on his face.

Zhong Chen: "You can go to learn Chinese painting. Anyway, you are so good at Chinese painting, you also like it very much..."

Qi Linqing: "They won't let me go to the Department of Chinese Painting."

Those people from the Provincial Painting and Calligraphy Association wanted him to be a professor in the Department of Chinese Painting.

However, Zhong Chen thought his parents disagree and were worried about his family.

"It's okay, take your time and don't rush." ​​He patted Qi Linqing comfortably on the shoulder.

At the same time, the National Painting and Calligraphy Association.

In the office, several elderly people are drinking tea and chatting.

"That kid is called Qi Linqing, right? Since the lost painting skills he contributed were passed on, it has improved the level of Chinese painting in our country a lot."

"really."

"I read the information passed by the Z Provincial Association. Really, there are too many subtleties."

"The kid's master is definitely a big man."

"Recently, the new star in the Chinese painting industry is really rising. And the new Chinese painting artist who is live broadcast on the Internet has already gone abroad."

"Those foreign masters want to know these lost techniques after inquiries."

"Hmph, look at how rampant they used to be. I really don't want them to know." An old man in gray commoner blew his beard and stared.

The chairman nodded and said, "Although art knows no borders, let the people in our association understand it first."

The white-haired old man said: "I heard Mr. Xu from Province Z say that this new Chinese painting artist is Qi Linqing's child."

Gray Commoner: "How is it possible?! I have watched the Douyin live broadcast of the new Chinese painting artist, and I gave him a reward. His painting skills are so good, it is logically impossible to be so young."

The white-haired old man hesitated and said, "But they all know the lost techniques of traditional Chinese painting..."

Hui Buyi pondered for a moment, and said, "Perhaps they know it."

Although this reason sounds far-fetched, it still barely explains the current situation.

After all, it is impossible for them to believe that this half-year-old boy who is only 18 years old is a master of Chinese painting that shocked foreign countries.

...

After these lost techniques were widely promoted in the association, from some masters to newcomers who were new to Chinese painting, they felt that their painting skills were more refined and improved.

In a while, Bangziguo will hold an international traditional Chinese painting competition.

The older generation generally don't participate in this kind of competition, but it is a great opportunity for some 30 or 40-year-old Chinese painting enthusiasts to become famous.

In the past, domestic painters were always at a disadvantage.

But this time, the emergence of a large number of lost traditional Chinese painting techniques has brought them confidence.

Although only a small step has been taken so far, they believe that this will be a big step for the Chinese painting industry.

Feng Jiaqing showed Qi Linqing a small card book that day.

The stickman he painted himself is dynamic when turning the page.

"It's fun, hehe." Feng Jiaqing smiled.

Qi Linqing took the book and turned it over several times, which really found it interesting.

It feels a bit modern anime.

The dynamic sense of painting was also derived from static at first.

When Qi Linqing saw any new painting, he wanted to try it.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Zhong Chen sitting in front of the easel, picked up the pencil and drew the outline of the other person in the lower right corner of the back of the sketching paper.

One sheet, two sheets, three sheets... In the end they accumulate into a thick stack.

Qi Linqing put the waste paper aside casually.

A few days later.

In the evening, the classroom.

"Do you think today's sunset is particularly beautiful?" Feng Jiaqing turned around and asked him.

Zhong Chen looked out the window, not interested, and looked down at the phone.

Feng Jiaqing: "Where is Brother Qi?"

Zhong Chen: "He went out to pour water."

Feng Jiaqing leaned close to him and whispered: "I will tell you a secret."

Zhong Chen: "?"

Feng Jiaqing: "Go to the position of Brother Qi and turn over the back of his previous set of paintings."

Zhong Chen didn't know why, but he walked over according to the other party's will and took out the pile of drawing paper from the box.

The front is all sketches, gouaches or oil paintings that Qi Linqing has painted, nothing unusual.

But turning to the back, Zhong Chen was stunned when he saw the light black and gray outlines on the paper.

Turning down one by one, the other party drew all his pictures.

Feng Jiaqing gestured: "Try it, stack up the picture and turn the page with your thumb."

Zhong Chen followed suit.

As a result, these static paintings became a short-lived dynamic movie, recording the appearance of him drinking milk tea and painting.

He looked at it, his heartbeat slowed down for an instant.

The author has something to say: when he writes, he suddenly knows the attributes of Qi Linqing after falling in love.

He must be his father's boyfriend

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