The fake young master does not mix with the plot [Rebirth]

Shi Yi is the daughter of Aunt Qijiao, over forty years old, unmarried, very friendly, and often treats her to dinner.

This time too, she felt that she hadn't seen Qi Yi for a long time, so she specifically said that she would take him shopping this Sunday.

In the previous life, Qiyi agreed without hesitation, but when he went to the appointment, he found out that Shen Mingen was also there, and his complexion immediately turned bad.

Qi Yi usually avoids Shen Mingen in school, and what he avoids are small conflicts. In the original work, he either mentions it briefly, or doesn't write it at all, but he can't avoid this plot, he must go there.

Shi Yi took her younger brother's daughter, Shi Yun, and went shopping after lunch. The little girl didn't want to go home, so the group went to the indoor skating rink.

It was the first time for Shen Mingen to wear ice skates, and he couldn't even stand up on the ice.

Shi Yi asked Qi Yi to give advice to Shen Mingen, but he refused, so Shi Yun kindly taught Shen Mingen.

But how could she, a nine-year-old girl, hold a grown man? With a light pull, Shen Mingen lost his balance and was about to fall on Shi Yun.

Shen Mingen decisively shifted Fang's center of gravity, and did not throw Shi Yun down, but he hit the ice firmly, hit his head on Shi Yun's shoe, and immediately bled profusely.

Shi Yun was frightened by him, and he also sat down on the ground, slightly fractured his tailbone.

Qi Yi and Shi Yun have a good relationship, this Sunday he must go to prevent her from getting hurt.

In fact, there are other reasons...

Although no one blamed Qiyi for this incident, he still remembered the reader's comments he saw——

"For a beginner to learn from a little girl, Qi Yi deliberately wants to see the protagonist get hurt, so don't wash it."

"This is also a bear boy. If you force him to hold on to the railing, it's poisonous."

"I see it through. The author is the abuser. If you don't abuse the vicious adopted son, it's really inexplicable for the protagonist to knock his head off."

"Hehe, when you get home, you are the one who accidentally got hurt and let the brat get hurt. In short, it has nothing to do with Qi Yi."

……

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On Saturday, Qi Yi and Qin Fanghao made an appointment to make up a make-up class at [-]:[-] pm.

He followed the map navigation and house number guidance, all the way to Wei Shukuang's cousin's house.

As soon as you enter the house, it is a very typical Yanjing old residential layout. It is almost a rectangular house. The kitchen, bathroom, dining room, and living room are lined up. The things are bright, and the green half wall is painted. The layout is very elegant and tidy.

Today is the first day in Yanjing to come to the heating system, and Qi Yi felt very hot as soon as he entered the room.

"Mr. Qi, you are welcome." The hostess looked very kind, and her smile made people feel very comfortable.

She took Qi Yi up to the second floor, and pushed open the door of Qin Fanghao's room.

"Teacher Xiao Qi!" The girl sat on the chair and cheered to stand up.

Qi Yi shifted his gaze to another person in the room: "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to rub the class." Wei Shu grinned wildly.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the room was just right, the girl's mother smiled softly: "Then I won't bother you, Fang Hao, tell mom if there is anything you want to eat." Said and backed out.

"Mr. Qi, would you like something to eat?" The girl looked at Qi Yi, her eyes were full of anticipation, and there was a girl's unique cuteness in her expression.

She handed the fruit plate to Qi Yi.

Grapefruit, loquat, and raisins are Qi Yi's favorite fruits.

After Qin Fanghao joined Qi Yi on WeChat, he asked him what he likes to eat, and Qi Yi didn't refuse the kindness of the girl's family this time.

"Mr. Qi, eat whatever you want, don't be polite." Wei Shukang also shouted.

"You don't need to pay attention to him," Qin Fanghao gave Wei Shukang a hard look, and watched Qi Yi taste the fruit eagerly, "Mr. Qi, let's go to class."

"Okay," Qi Yi nodded after eating a piece of grapefruit, "Show me your old paintings, you should look at this painting first." Then he stood up and set up a group of still lifes, using local materials and laying out a On the tablecloth, put a kettle, two cups, a loquat, and half a grapefruit peel.

"Ah, Mr. Qi, I haven't drawn real objects before." Qin Fang was a little nervous.

"Then start with this one." Qi Yi smiled at her to show her encouragement.

Qin Fanghao lowered his head, his face was a little red.

Qi Yi flipped through some of Qin Fanghao's previous sketches, and he had a rough idea.The level is not bad - if it is true that it has only been studied for three months.

It is lack of human connection, the understanding of still life is limited by other people's processing, only learned to imitate brushstrokes, did not really understand why to paint like that, and did not know what to do when encountering things that had not been painted before.

In addition, the three-dimensional effect is lacking, and the shape is not accurate; the basic skills are not well done, and the lines are not smooth.

Qi Yi quietly watched Qin Fanghao draw for half an hour, and the basic frame was laid out before he interrupted: "Okay, let's go here first."

He started to modify it directly, and said while modifying: "You see that the perspective relationship here is wrong. It should be a little further forward, and a little closer here... This fruit is an ellipsoid, it is three-dimensional, and there must be a spatial concept... Your Long lines are not crisp enough to draw segment by segment..."

"I told you to practice basic skills." Wei Shukang gloated beside him.

Qin Fanghao's face turned red when he said it, and he became angry from embarrassment: "You refuse to teach me."

"Didn't I bring you a teacher here?" Wei Shu smiled wildly, "Your level of still life is much better than mine."

"You can do it." Qin Fang rolled his eyes.

"You practice two sheets of arranging lines every day, from all angles, and take pictures for me through WeChat." Qi Yi thought about it and gave her homework.

"Oh, good..." The girl deflated like a leaking balloon.

Two hours later, Qin Fang's good mother came up again and brought them three cups of homemade pearl milk tea.

The milk tea is cool and sweet. The heater in Qin Fanghao’s house is water heating, and the temperature cannot be controlled. The house is burning like a stove. At this time, a cup of cool drink is very comfortable.

Originally, the first class was supposed to last only two hours, but Qin Fang was so motivated to continue painting, Qi Yi also taught for two more hours.

"Mr. Qi, do you want to stay for dinner? My mother cooks delicious food." Qin Fang asked to stay.

Qi Yi had other things to do, so he refused: "Next time."

"Okay." Qin Fang was a little disappointed, she had already deeply admired Qi Yi's painting skills. "Then come to my house for lunch next time~" She rolled her eyes.

Wei Shukuang couldn't bear to look directly at it.

……

Qin Fang's good mother transferred the money to Qi Yi face to face, and she was very polite: "My family is very troublesome, Teacher Xiao Qi, to worry a lot."

She is also very satisfied with this young teacher Xiao Qi. When she went in to visit in the middle, her daughter was drawing seriously, and she didn't look like she couldn't sit still at all.

"Teacher Xiao Qi" is so nice to hear, it's strange to have a sense of accomplishment.Even if it's not for money, Qi Yi also likes this job.

The voice of 2000 yuan is also very pleasant~

"Qi Yi, are you going back to school? Let's go together." Wei Shukang invited.

"I still have something to do, you go first." Qi Yi shook his head and waved his hands.

He bid farewell to Wei Shukang, and went to Building No. 2 of Beijiaan.

"Dong dong dong—" There is no doorbell in the old-fashioned houses.

"Who?"

Wan Huiyun was making dinner when she heard the knock on the door and hurried to the door to open it. Seeing that it was Qi Yi, surprise burst out in her eyes.

She wiped her hands on her body, and pulled out a bag of brand new plastic shoe covers from the entrance: "Here comes Xiaoyi, come in quickly, you don't need to take off your shoes."

Qi Yi followed her guidance and walked into the house a little strangely.

With the same rectangular layout and green board walls, this rented house looked cramped and gloomy. The heating was not turned on, and the room was extremely deserted.

He cut his hand here, and more than a month passed in the blink of an eye.

"Have you had dinner yet? Let mom cook for you." Wan Huiyun hurriedly returned to the kitchen to watch the fire.

"Hmm." Qi Yi replied.

Her back was a little swollen, like an ordinary middle-aged woman, she couldn't find the slim figure of her youth.

In fact, she is a little younger than Jiang Yun, but Jiang Yun is still beautiful, but she has aged a long time ago.

Wan Huiyun originally only fried green vegetables for herself, and ate it with the half fish left over from yesterday, but when Qi Yi came, she added a tomato scrambled egg temporarily.

When the dishes are brought to the table, everyone does not want to eat them, and the chopsticks only touch vegetables and fish.

The green vegetables that Qiushuang had beaten had a subdued sweetness and the heat from the pan; the fish had been left overnight, no matter how processed it was, there was a fishy smell, but Qi Yi thought it was fishy.

The speed inevitably slowed down, Qi Yi savored carefully.

"Eat some eggs, it's nutritious." Wan Huiyun couldn't help but put a chopstick into the Qiyi bowl.

"Mom... I'm allergic to egg yolk." Qi Yi pursed her lips.

"I'm sorry, I don't know." Wan Huiyun rubbed her hands together in embarrassment.

She took a spoon and carefully scooped out the piece of rice that was stained with eggs.

——Anyway, I worked as a servant in a wealthy family. The children of these wealthy families are raised delicately. Wan Huiyun knows that severe allergies may cause death.

They were silent for a meal.

Qi Yi couldn't stay any longer, so he found an excuse to leave early.

The difficulty is that he really understands the actual attitudes of these relatives towards him now, and it's okay if they don't get along face to face. Once they are in the same space, he will think of his previous life every second.

He could tell that Wan Huiyun regarded him as her child, but she felt that she was "unworthy", and subconsciously felt that Qi Yi was raised by the Qi family, so she should be the child of the Qi family.

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On the way back to school, Qi Yi happened to run into a professor who taught foreign art history.

"Hey, you are Qi Yi." The old professor was hale and hearty, and he only wore a woolen coat in the cold and windy weather. He took the initiative to call Qi Yi to stop.

In contrast, Qi Yi wrapped herself in a ball with a thick down jacket.

Qi Yi blushed, and wanted to pretend that he didn't know him and just walked past - he hadn't been to that class a few times, and the professor actually remembered him.

"The skeletal muscles on your face are well-developed, which fits that Zhuquart mask." The old professor patted Qi Yi's soft and fluffy shoulders, and made two gestures on Qi Yi's face, as if he knew what he was thinking. He puzzled.

"Live here?" the old professor asked.

Qi Yi hesitated for a moment: "My mother lives here."

"Oh, I live here too." The old professor said slowly, "I seldom see you."

Qi Yi's face turned even redder, and he lowered his head in shame.Some time ago, in order not to meet Shen Mingen and Fu Zhiji, he skipped a lot of public classes, and things like Chinese art history, foreign art history...he also escaped several times.

The old professor was not annoyed at all, and said kindly: "Young students want to come to my class if they have time. After entering Yanda University, you should cherish this learning opportunity, study hard, and strive to be a useful person to society."

Yanda students have a lot of personality, skipping a class is nothing, oh, this one will blush, strange.

"Yeah." Qi Yi let out a breathy voice, and secretly made up his mind to take classes more seriously in the future.

What the old professor was talking about was not fake and empty, the talents before the apocalypse are just as talented after the apocalypse.

He taught foreign art history and environmental art at the Academy of Fine Arts. He was about to retire before the end of the day, and stayed in the school after the end of the day.Their base later invited people back, and the professor participated in the design of the base's remodeling fortress. He didn't have to work, and he ate and drank well every day.

After the fortress is completed, the base will never be afraid of zombies attacking the city. Qi Yi has been thinking about this all the time. Even the designer remembers several of them. Unfortunately, it was only a plan until his death.