After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

A few days later, the Dunhuang archaeological team fell into a deadlock.

The middle-aged leader leading the team is named Chen Zhongxiang, a well-known archaeology professor in the industry.

Because of Fu Yi's reputation, the above funding is very generous. It is impossible for him to watch the project fall apart and suffer from insomnia for several days in a row. Until a friend in Shaanxi called and told him that a local mural restoration chief who was almost an old man was willing to take the job.

Since the founding of the People’s Republic of China, the tycoon’s ancient painting restoration techniques have spread far and wide. In the literary and entertainment world, this old Mr. Lin Xichen can be said to be unknown to everyone.

A friend said on the phone: "Mr. Lin himself is also very interested in Fu Yi's murals. You can try it. I heard that he is a descendant of the ancient Nanpai family. Maybe that group of technicians might not match him."

Hearing the "Southern School", Chen Zhongxiang's heart moved.

It is said that the master is in the folk. With the mentality of a dead horse being a living horse doctor, he drove to Shaanxi the next morning to personally invite Mr. Lin out of the mountain.

The archaeological team took a day off.

Technicians work hard and will not go out easily even on vacation.

The young people were idle, staying in the camp all day long, and got acquainted with Tangula, Gan Yishan and others.

After talking close, they realized that Gan Yishan turned out to be Qi Linqing's apprentice.

Although Gan Yishan emphasized that he was the second apprentice who had truly experienced the ancient rituals to worship the ancestor, the young archeologists all laughed. I thought it was a naive high school student playing the new version of the house.

In the evening, everyone gathered around the desert campfire to grill lamb chops.

There was a cool breeze at night, and a star and milky way fell in the sky. Not far away, the camel was lying on the ground and sleeping.

Qi Linqing sprinkled the roasted lamb chops with seasonings such as salt and pepper, and handed it to Zhong Chen.

Zhong Chen took a bite and laughed, there were two shallow pear vortices on his cheeks.

"It's delicious," he said.

Ye Runan slapped her mouth twice and muttered: "It smells so good... it makes you appetite just looking at it."

"Do you want to eat what I grilled?" Gan Yishan also handed her the skewers.

Ye Runan looked down and saw the poorly sold lamb chops, and was silent.

As a master and apprentice, the gap between them seems a bit too big.

The lamb chops grilled by the archaeological team are not very delicious.

The lamb chops are smelly and have high requirements for cooking skills. If Liang Mingshan hadn't appeared in time, this great steak would have been ruined.

Qi Linqing saw that Liang Mingshan was too busy alone, so he stepped forward to help.

People's eyes are sharp.

Everyone soon discovered that the lamb chops cooked by him were even better than Liang Mingshan's grilled.

The group of high-achieving students from the archaeology department of the B major whispered:

"I really can't tell that he still has this craft..."

"Drawing and cooking skills are almost full of skills."

"Actually it's normal."

"Qi Linqing was not born in the countryside."

On the other hand, several mural restoration professionals hired by the archaeological team took the initiative to talk with Qi Linqing.

It turns out that they had seen Qi Linqing's two Chinese paintings in "Tang Yue Fengyun" on the Internet before, and they were shocked by the heavens and were extremely curious about him.

After talking, they even thought that the young man in front of him who was earnestly grilling lamb chops was not easy.

One of them, Li Qi, an ancient painting restoration expert, talked to Qi Linqing, using "you".

He may be the only insider who knows that this young man is far more powerful than everyone thought.

Because he is a member of the Painting and Calligraphy Association of Z Province, he has just studied dozens of lost techniques contributed by the other party a while ago.

Li Qi is well aware of how terrifying Qi Linqing's painting skills are.

I heard that Mr. Xu Lao Beidou in the association has already recommended him to be a guest professor of the Department of Chinese Painting of the B University. Think about the other person's age... it's really scary.

"Perhaps you know something about Dunhuang murals?" He asked tentatively.

Qi Linqing nodded when he heard this.

Customized murals are expensive and very profitable.

Therefore, in his previous life, he traveled all over the world, but he only stayed in Dunhuang for half a year to paint murals.

Li Qi had an in-depth chat with him and found that the young man seemed to be an expert. During the conversation, some ancient content was involved, and even I didn't know anything about it.

"That's it, Brother Qi, our archaeological team is currently repairing Fu Yi's mural works. There is a shortage of professional manpower. If you want..."

Li Qi somewhat wanted to recommend Qi Linqing to Chen Zhongxiang.

When Qi Linqing heard this, he was slightly stunned.

Repair your own painting after a lapse of thousands of years?

Thinking of this, he is inevitably a little funny.

Li Qi: "You think about it, our archaeological team's salary is still quite high."

Qi Linqing lightly nodded and agreed.

For him, this is nothing but a small effort during the travel period. Moreover, it is quite meaningful to restore the paintings left over from the previous life.

Li Qi was suddenly excited, turned around and walked to a quiet place on the other side, planning to call Chen Zhongxiang.

At this time, several other experts on the archaeological team who had been listening to them came over and mocked: "Lao Li, are you confused?"

Li Qi put down his phone and glanced at them.

Among them, the expert with Mediterranean hairstyle on his head yelled: "Ask a little boy to repair Fu Yi's fresco, what do you think of it too?!"

"That's it." Others agreed, "If he destroys the mural, can you afford it?"

"..."

A series of severe questions from colleagues is enough to overwhelm people.

Li Qi seemed calm, and said, "You are old and incapable. It doesn't mean that young people today can't."

"You--" The Mediterranean expert stared with anger.

Li Qi continued to add: "Maybe you don't know that the entire Huaxia Calligraphy and Painting Association, and even Master Mo Mingxuan, believe that Qi Linqing is likely to be Fu Yi's successor. He inherited and contributed many Fu Yi's lost techniques recorded in history books."

Several experts looked at each other.

They really don't know this.

"The times are different now. The Yangtze River is pushing back waves." Li Qi shook his head and said with emotion.

The Mediterranean snorted coldly, and still sarcastically said: "Even if he is a descendant of Fu Yi, so young, he can have some real ability."

...

Chen Zhongxiang's call back was to tell Li Qi to stay still, and wait until he invited Master Lin Xichen back.

Of course he couldn't easily let a young man start with such a serious matter as the restoration of ancient murals.

During this period, when Li Qi and the experts went to the site, they would also bring Qi Linqing along.

Experts gathered in front of the mural every day to admire and praise Fu Yi, and they continued to show their rainbow farts to Fu Yi.

"It's so magnificent and magnificent."

"The missing pieces are so beautiful, it's hard to imagine what kind of legend the original work is."

"Fu Yi deserves to be one of the greatest painters in ancient my country..."

Qi Linqing couldn't laugh or cry at the side.

He was really embarrassed to say that this mural was just made by himself to make a living.

To put it harder, it is used to circulate money.

The result is now such a high status and praise.

At the same time, repair work is also slowly progressing.

The experts present will adopt a small copy method to select the best works together, and finally finalize the mural repair plan.

In other words, this is a small game.

These well-known technical experts in the industry didn't want to admit that they were inferior, so they immersed themselves in painting.

Suddenly, silent gunpowder spread.

Li Qi specially prepared paper and ink in advance, and walked over and handed it to Qi Linqing, "Are it convenient for you to copy the mural now?"

Qi Linqing looked at him, raised an eyebrow and asked, "I want to participate too?"

Li Qi nodded. He trusts the other party very much, so he deliberately rejected the opposition and gave this opportunity despite the opposition of other experts.

"Okay." Qi Linqing thought that there was nothing to do in his free time, so he stood up with everyone and copied it in front of the huge mural.

However, copying my own painting is still the first novel experience.

Qi Linqing chatted with Li Qi while painting. He pointed to the canvas and said:

"The quality of your preparations is not good, you see, the stitching traces on the large area above are too obvious."

Li Qi said helplessly: "Luggage weight is limited, so it is not convenient to bring it over."

A staff member next to him interrupted and said: "I heard that a special paint was used to splice the canvas during the Tang Dynasty. After the canvas is spliced, there is no trace at all. However, this method has long been lost at that time..."

Qi Linqing said: "In fact, it was just lost in the Central Plains."

The staff looked at him suspiciously.

In his previous life, Qi Linqing went to the Ta'er Monastery specially to find out that Tibetan lamas would still use this method.

He recalled for a moment and said without any secret: "It is not difficult to make this kind of canvas. First, boil the finest soft wool into a gelatinous shape, then add raw plaster of paris to make paint. Wait for the canvas to be stitched together. Tighten it with a wooden frame, then apply glue. After the glue dries, use extremely smooth pebbles to polish repeatedly, and so on..."

The expression on the staff's face changed from astonishment to ecstasy, and quickly took a pen to record it quickly.

Li Qi on the side was also taken aback. He didn't expect Qi Linqing's knowledge to be so extensive.

Even the experts next to him stopped writing and listened attentively.

One of the men with slender eyebrows and long eyes could not understand the appearance of this young man, and said in a strange way: "Yo, how did you know the way that Tang Chao has been lost? Don't tell me you came across. "

Qi Linqing was silent.

He really is.

Mediterranean experts also persuaded me in a pinch: "Children, don't talk nonsense about these things, so as not to mislead others..."

Qi Linqingquan didn't hear it and continued to paint.

It doesn't matter if these people don't believe him.

And Li Qi seemed a bit resentful. This kid has contributed dozens of lost painting techniques. As for lying about this kind of thing!

So he quietly asked the staff to try to make the canvas first according to the method Qi Linqing said.

Then he stood behind Qi Linqing and watched the young man copy the painting.

The result became more and more frightening.

Li Qi has been engaged in the restoration of ancient paintings for decades and has published two books, which are admired and well-known in the industry.

Among so many experts present, he may not be the best, but he is by no means the worst.

However, compared with the copy of the Dunhuang painting of the young man in front of him, Li Qi was surprised to find that the gap between himself and the other party...may be a galaxy.

What a terrible thing this is!

Li Qi could hardly imagine how awesome Qi Linqing's master was.

It's weird, is it possible that his master was an apprentice taught by Fu Yi himself? ?

...

In the evening, the copying work came to an end.

A total of more than ten experts were present, except for Li Qi who did not participate, and Qi Linqing's paintings were all hung in one place, and everyone decided and judged.

It stands to reason that this scene of competition among hundreds of people is the most difficult to rank first.

Because the level of experts is almost the same, no one accepts others.

But after seeing Qi Linqing's exquisite paintings, they all fell silent.

It goes without saying who is the first.

Several experts who had opposed opinions before, especially the Mediterranean, felt unbelievable at the same time, and felt a fiery pain on their faces.

The author has something to say: thank you readers for throwing a grenade

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