After I Died, I Was So Popular Again - Chapter 76

After the news of the current Palace Museum of “Luhua Dongyue Lake” came out, the exhibition was full of visitors in the second week.

People are willing to wait in long queues for hours just to get a glimpse of it.

Suddenly, its author Fu Yi was taken out by the major news media to hype, so that many young people who had not heard of his name also learned about the short life of this legendary painting saint.

Speaking of Fu Yi, perhaps many ordinary people still can’t remember who this is.

However, the reputation of “Ten Thousand Miles of Landscapes” is unknown to everyone on the earth.

It used to be one of the three major Chinese paintings in conjunction with “A Picture of Shanghe on the Qingming Festival” and “A Picture of Living in the Fuchun Mountains”.

In the past few years, when the S city held the exposition, the “Ten Thousand Miles of Landscape” and “The Picture of the River on the Qingming Festival” were included in the selection of the Huaxia Boutique Collection.

Once selected, it will become a representative symbol of China.

The state urgently calls major museum directors and historians, and votes to choose one.

In fact, all the historians at that time were more interested in the “Ten Thousand Miles of Landscapes”. Compared with the theme of humanistic care for the market in “Surfing the River on Qingming Festival”, the former’s painting skills are obviously better. Its broad, mighty, vigorous and galloping artistic conception is more powerful than the rising lion in China.

But in the end, “Ten Thousand Miles of Landscape” still lost the election.

Because it is an unfinished work. Leaders said that it lacked integrity.

But even so, “Ten Thousand Miles of Landscape” still makes countless Chinese people dream.

A critic of Chinese painting once threatened that Fu Yi was the founder of the Southern School “Yimai”.

His paintings are like galloping horses, inclusive of rivers and rivers, inclusive of all things in the world. The pen is like a dragon, thundering and electric shock, but I feel awe-inspiring, I don’t know why. It can be seen that the painter’s heart is broad.

However, the emergence of “Luhua Dongyue Lake” has completely changed their thinking.

It turns out that Fu Yi is also very good at Jiangnan Xiaoyi, integrating light, ink and light lan.

Suddenly, the historians made a lot of noise and quickly revised the version and rephrased it.

Fu Yi was born in Dongting Lake, Suzhou City, so his subtle details of “Luhua Dongyue Lake” are amazing!

——《Painting Saint Fu Yi Biography》

To appreciate the overview of the rivers, mountains and fishing beaches, to explore the changes in Dongting’s day and night, and the luck of the four seasons, Mr. Fu Yi is worthy of being a master of the Southern School of Painting in the field.

—— “The History of Chinese Painting Changes”

V—Official Weibo of the Palace Museum:

[Warmly welcome all tourists to visit Fu Yi’s “Luhua Dongyue Lake” recently, the editor would like to call it yyds]

This summer after graduating from high school, Gan Yishan also visited the new exhibition dedicated to Fu Yi in the Palace Museum with his girlfriend Ye Runan.

They also met Tangula in the exhibition.

Tanggula looked a little surprised, and said hello: “What a coincidence, you guys come to see the painting too.”

Gan Yishan nodded and said: “Let’s watch “Luhua Dongyue Lake”.”

Tanggula smiled and looked around the house: “Of course, the tourists who visit here basically come for it.”

All three of them were classmates, so they agreed to visit the exhibition together.

There was a long line, until the legs were numb, it was their turn to come to the painting.

Ye Runan: “Hey, do you think who is the mysterious rich man who took the picture with a lot of money?”

Gan Yishan: “There’s no news on the Internet, maybe it’s a big boss.”

Tanggula shook his heart. He vaguely remembered the last time Gu Demao said that Zhong Chen wanted to take this picture.

But Zhong Chen shouldn’t have so much money… He shook his head and put this unrealistic speculation behind.

Tanggula looked up at this ancient painting, her eyes flashed with wonder.

“Although I don’t know who he is, I think he must like Fu Yi very much.” Tangula murmured.

Gan Yishan: “Who doesn’t like it? Mr. Fu Yi is my idol.”

But she looked at it for a while, and suddenly a few strange things passed through her mind.

The techniques and painting style used in “Luhua Dongyue Lake” can be described as unprecedented.

However, Gan Yishan remembers that the last time he saw several of his studies in the basement of Qi Linqing’s home, they were quite similar to the ancient painting in front of him.

She looked more dazed.

Could it be that Qi Lin Qingzhen, as the master Mo in the ink cup final said, is the heir of the painting saint Fu Yi?

After being admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts in the summer vacation, Gan Yishan still came to Qi Linqing at short intervals.

She wants to repay the other person and try her best to do what she can.

Painting is actually a very heavy work, such as researching ink and applying colors to ink bone paintings, which are trivial but time-consuming simple tasks. If they can be handed over to a reliable assistant, it will save a lot of trouble.

Gan Yishan took the initiative to bear these.

Before her grandfather died, she left a small house in City B, not far from the courtyard of Qi Linqing’s home.

After the holiday, she never slept for a day, and always came to the courtyard before dawn to help with preparations.

Qi Linqing had no assistants in his previous life, and poverty made him accustomed to doing everything by himself.

Now suddenly someone helped, which made him a lot easier.

Over time, he has also begun to delegate some of the more important tasks, such as rendering and coloring, revealing questions, etc., to Gan Yishan.

Gan Yishan has gained a lot from it.

Qi Linqing thought about giving her a salary and officially hiring her as an assistant, but Gan Yishan did not accept it.

“Teacher Qi, you misunderstood, I just want to repay your previous teaching.” She said sincerely.

Qi Linqing thought for a while and said, “Why don’t I accept you as a disciple?”

The time spent getting along made him completely certain that this son’s character is indeed good.

“Really?!” Gan Yishan’s expression suddenly lifted.

Since she was rejected last time, she had never expected that Qi Linqing would agree to accept herself as a disciple.

Qi Linqing said: “Yes, depending on whether you are willing, we will take a day to complete the formal acceptance ceremony.”

Of course, Gan Yishan nodded like smashing garlic, and shouted 10,000 willingly in his heart.

Outsiders may not know, but she understands how exquisite and terrifying Qi Linqing’s painting skills are.

To be able to get the guidance of the other party, for her, it is simply a blessing for her to burn the incense in her last life and save the galaxy.

So the next day, Qi Linqing informed Mr. Yan of accepting a disciple.

According to etiquette, this matter needs to be presided over by the elders.

Master Yan was very surprised when he learned about it. Unexpectedly, Qi Linqing started accepting disciples to teach at a young age…

Worthy of being his own grandson, so powerful.

Elder Yan agreed, and planned to come to City B in person, with a gift from Gan Yishan by the way.

He is very fond of this girl. The other party is the first big apprentice his grandson has received!

Just like taking the first step in history, a grand ceremony is required.

But it was rejected by Qi Linqing.

He called and told Father Yan that now is different from the past, and everything is simple.

They burned incense and worshiped their ancestors. After that, Qi Linqing asked Gan Yishan to offer tea to Elder Yan over the phone.

After this battle, Gan Yishan officially became his apprentice.

“Master.” Gan Yishan asked nervously, “Am I your first apprentice?”

In fact, she felt that she should have given this question for nothing.

After all, at the age of Qi Linqing, how could it be possible to accept disciples before?

It is her honor to be the first big apprentice of the other party.

Qi Linqing shook his head and said, “You are not.”

Gan Yishan: “?”

Qi Linqing coughed slightly and explained: “Since you have entered my door, I will explain certain things to you clearly. You are my second apprentice.”

Gan Yishan asked carefully, “Where is your first apprentice, Master, now?”

Qi Lin said lightly: “He has passed away.”

Gan Yishan: “…”

If she had known this, she shouldn’t have mentioned Master’s sadness.

Qi Linqing: “Our roots are also from the Southern School, the same as your grandfather, so you don’t have to worry about betraying the teacher.”

Gan Yishan thought of the last time the other party asked him to investigate, and he felt a little bit in his heart.

Sure enough, she didn’t guess wrong, and for someone as powerful as Qi Linqing, he must have a good relationship.

Gan Yishan: “But my grandfather seems to be just a branch of the Southern School…”

She inquired and investigated the life of her grandfather in accordance with the requirements of Qi Linqing, but in the end she obtained nothing.

The only news she got was that her grandfather was indeed from the Southern School. But it is only a branch, not involving the core at all.

Qi Linqing smiled and said, “It doesn’t matter, my ancestors are only a branch of the Southern School.”

Shashi, in the depths of Shiliu Street.

An inconspicuous incense candle shop.

When the middle-aged man in a white coat stepped on the threshold, he sighed:

“Who would have thought that this small broken shop turned out to be the base of the Huaxia Southern School.”

“Shut up!” The handsome young man beside him yelled unceremoniously.

“Okay, okay, don’t be nervous.” The man in the white coat gestured with his hands down, “I’m just kidding.”

The young man sneered, “Do you think our southern faction is where you are joking?”

The man in the white coat didn’t say anything, and raised his eyebrows to continue walking inward.

This small incense candle shop with an area of ​​less than five square meters is very crowded, but the sparrow is small and well-equipped. The cabinets full of walls were filled with funeral supplies of various colors, and there was a toilet separated by a curtain on the left. There are oil, salt, sauce and vinegar on the shelf above the washbasin in the toilet, and to the left there are gas tanks, pots and pans and other objects.

The old beautiful air conditioner made a crunching roar.

At the cash register, an electric fan with dust was spinning.

The man in the white coat noticed that there was a folding military bed in the corner. The owner can live here day and night.

The young man watched the surroundings vigilantly, and hung a plaque at the door saying “Business is closed, call the shopkeeper if something happens.”

Then he locked the door.

Then he drew all the curtains “shh”.

The man in the white coat was a little nervous and swallowed.

The young man walked into the counter again, not knowing what mechanism he had fiddled with, the wall of funeral supplies in front of him suddenly rumbled away from the middle, revealing a dark entrance.

No one can think of it, there is a cave in this dilapidated incense candle shop.

“Let’s go,” the young man said.

The man in the white coat raised his leg and walked in with him. Around the long corridor, he saw a scene that he will never forget.

A complete “Landscape Map of Ten Thousand Miles” is completely hung in a huge explosion-proof glass cabinet.

The man in the white coat almost held his breath.

“This, this is the real thing?” His voice trembled like a see-saw Hu Yin when he spoke.

The young man sneered, “Well, you are also a well-known collector in the north, and you don’t even have this vision.”

Hearing this, the man in the white coat recovered his calm.

It seems that this is just a fake.

Too. Everyone knows that the authentic “Landscape Map of Ten Thousand Miles” is collected in the Palace Museum in City B. No matter how extensive the Southern Sect is, it is impossible to dare to oppose the country.

He looked closer, his expression getting more complicated.

“But… it’s complete.”

It is so flawless, so invulnerable.

At the first moment when I saw it, the visual impact brought by the awe-inspiring landscape to the man in the white coat was too shocking.

So much so that a weird thought popped up in his heart.

If Fu Yi reproduced his painting “Ten Thousand Miles of Landscape”, I am afraid it would be nothing more than that.

Youth: “Yes. This painting has been hanging here for half a year, and every time I see it, my heart beats faster.”

The man in the white coat: “It is convenient for you to reveal, which master is the continuation of the imitated painting?”

Youth: “We don’t know.”

The man in the white coat thought that the other party was lying to himself, and eagerly said: “You can tell me! You know my character, I will never say it…”

The young man turned his chin up to the others.

The other party instantly understood what he meant, and pressed the switch to hide “Ten Thousand Miles of Landscape” again.

The youth’s tone was flat: “Mr. Qi, you are only here to buy Yuan Sihao’s paintings this time. I advise you, the less you know, the better.”

Even if he was threatened, the man in the white coat still felt itchy in his heart, and his curiosity arose.

But in this situation, he couldn’t ask any more questions, so he could only follow the young man into the depths again.

After a few steps, he saw an old portrait of a person hanging on the wall.

This style of painting of ancient figures is similar to that of Guan Gong and Daluo gods, and the classics reveal a trace of mystery.

The person in the painting is very young, with an ordinary appearance, but his eyes are piercing, reflecting a kind of blackness shrouded in mist.

“Who is this?” He still couldn’t help but asked again.

Quiet all around.

The youth continued to move forward, without the intention to stop and turn around.

Just when the man in the white coat thought that the other party would not answer him–

“He is Fu Yi. The ancestor of our Southern School.”

At the end of the college entrance examination, students will usher in a long summer vacation of nearly three months.

Some of the friends around Qi Linqing plan to travel abroad, and some plan to volunteer…In short, they all had a very fulfilling life.

And Gan Yishan determined to be his apprentice and assistant, soaking in the underground studio every day.

Tanggula knew that she was very envious and jealous when Qi Linqing was accepted as an apprentice, and she also mentioned it to Qi Linqing roundly.

The result was rejected by Qi Linqing.

Tangula was very lost for a while, but he was helpless.

“Master, do you have any plans next?” Gan Yishan asked Qi Linqing this day.

Qi Linqing glanced at the phone and replied, “I have something to go out in the next two days, so you don’t need to come here. I have to go to Dunhuang next month.”

During the period, he also planned to take the time to return to his hometown to visit the grandmother of the original owner.

However, he did not mention these little things to Gan Yishan.

Gan Yishan: “Go to Dunhuang?”

Qi Linqing nodded, “Yes, join Zhong Chen on the graduation trip.”

Gan Yishan’s expression is somewhat subtle.

No wonder, she remembered that Tanggula had also booked a ticket to Dunhuang recently…

no! She secretly made up her mind that she would never let the kid disturb the two-person world of Master and Master.

The next day, Qi Linqing planned to go to the live broadcast studio opened by Zhong Chen.

In this short period of one year, the other party’s career has developed rapidly.

Even the Panda Internet celebrity studio where he had stayed for a period of time has been bought by Zhong Chen due to poor management.

Before going out, Cai Jishun asked him what he was going to do.

Qi Linqing paused and said, “Zhong Chen asked me to help live the broadcast.”

And this time, it was the kind that showed his face.