After I Died, I Became Popular Again

It was already one o'clock in the morning, and Qi Lele still didn't feel sleepy at all, lying on the bed tossing and turning.

There were slightly heavy footsteps outside.

Then someone knocked on his door.

Snapped.

Qi Lele got up and turned on the bedside lamp.

Warm orange light poured down, like shadows eroding the bed quilt.

He walked to the mirror with bare feet, pulled down the neckline, and then went to open the door.

Qi Yingjun's eyes fell on the collarbone exposed by his short T, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

"It's so late, is brother Linqing back?" Qi Lele asked.

Qi Yingjun looked away, pretending to be nonchalant and said:

"Well. Mom and Dad were talking to him downstairs just now."

Qi Lele pursed her lips, and asked, "Is it about Uncle Qiao Zhou sending back the painting?"

When he came back, he had heard the whole story clearly.

Qi Yingjun nodded, and couldn't help but rant about Qi Linqing's shit luck.

Qi Lele smiled as usual: "Well, he's really lucky."

Although he hesitated for a moment in his heart.

Qi Linqing worked as a painting substitute, and even won the first place in calligraphy and painting in school.

Is it really a coincidence that such a person missed two ancient paintings?

The next day, Qiao Zhou delivered the painting over early in the morning.

At that time, Yan Qiongfang, Qi Hui, Qi Yingjun, and Qi Lele, a family of four, were eating breakfast at the dining table.

Qiao Zhou and the servant walked in.

Yan Qiongfang hurriedly stood up to greet her: "Linqing is still sleeping upstairs."

"It's okay, I'll put the painting here." Qiao Zhou gently placed the painting scroll wrapped in silk and satin on the coffee table in the living room.

Yan Qiongfang hurriedly waved her hands and refused: "Oh, no need, Linqing said last night that this painting was given to you."

For the almost behemoth Qi family, Qiao Zhou is a poor relative.In the past few years, the antique shop he opened has been losing money year after year. If he still has a little foundation, he would have been unable to survive.

Qi Hui also said: "Aqiao, you take it back. Linqing just happened to pick up the leak."

Qiao Zhou shook his head, jokingly said: "Forget it, let's leave it to Linqing as a family heirloom."

He is not the kind of person who would take advantage of the juniors.

Although Yuan Sihao's allure is not small.

Although he wanted to buy the painting at a market price, he was short of cash.

Qi Yingjun interjected, "Uncle Qiao, you really don't need to mind. Linqing is just a little bit luckier. Anyone who sees it will have a share!"

Qiao Zhou smiled and said nothing.

The last time Qi Linqing suddenly asked himself to buy materials for traditional Chinese painting, he couldn't help feeling suspicious.

Is the opponent relying on luck or strength?

After a few polite words, Qiao Zhou left.

The moment he walked out of Qi's house, he was still thinking about whether he should ask Qi Linqing to inquire about the specific situation another day.

And in the living room.

Qi Hui and Yan Qiongfang looked at the valuable ancient painting on the coffee table and looked at each other in blank dismay.

In the end, Qi Hui was worried that the child would continue to use the money to gamble, so he said, "Let Linqing put it away first. Be careful not to let him take it out and sell it."

A weekend went by like this.

On Monday, Qi Linqing just arrived in the classroom and saw a bag of puffs and milk on his desk.

He was a little strange, and asked Besson, a classmate in the front row: "Did you see who played this?"

Besson replied: "Mr. Ji, I just saw him come in and let it go. He also said that if you are willing to sign up for the city competition, he will buy you breakfast every day from now on."

Qi Linqing twitched the corner of his mouth stiffly, but he didn't expect the other party to be so persistent.

It's almost time for self-study, and it must be too late to return breakfast to Ji Youguang.

Qi Linqing casually put it in his class pocket, opened the textbook and started studying.

He hadn't dared to read aloud before.

But he has learned a lot of new simplified characters in the past two days, and he can finally understand the textbooks.

He read carefully.

When Zhong Chen came over with his schoolbag in his hand, what he saw was the scene of the same table reciting Chinese documents word by word.

"Some people are alive, he is dead."

"Some people died, he is still alive..."

Qi Linqing's tone was up and down, full of poetic rhythm, and he abruptly read a modern poem with an ancient sense of poetry that made goosebumps all over his body.

Zhong Chen shuddered suddenly.

Zhong Chen couldn't help but said, "Can you be normal?"

Qi Linqing paused, turned to look at him, with doubts on his face: "What's wrong?"

Zhong Chen felt that the other party was messing with him, so he sat down with a bad face, and put on his earphones.

The phone beeped.

Jiang Bai: [Brother Zhong, don't you think Qi Linqing is attracting your attention?He used to read silently in self-study, and never made a sound. 】

Zhong Chen: [? 】

He can understand that males exude charm and attract courtship.

But Qi Linqing...

Are you mutilating his ears on purpose? ?