After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

It's already one o'clock in the morning, and Qi Lele is still not drowsy, lying on the bed tossing and turning.

There were slightly heavy footsteps outside.

Then someone knocked on his door.

Snapped.

Qi Lele stood up and turned on the bedside lamp.

The warm orange light poured down, like a shadow eroding the bedclothes.

He walked to the mirror barefoot, pulled the neckline down, and then went to open the door.

Qi Yingjun's eyes fell on the clavicle 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:

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

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

He had heard the whole story clearly when he came back.

Qi Yingjun nodded, and couldn't help but chatter about Qi Linqing's bad luck.

Qi Lele smiled as usual, "Well, he is indeed lucky."

Although he hesitated for a moment in his heart.

Qi Linqing worked as a painter, and even got the first place in French painting at school.

Is it really a coincidence for such a person to pick up and miss two ancient paintings?

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

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

Qiao Zhou and the servant walked in.

Yan Qiongfang hurriedly stood up and greeted: "Linqing is still sleeping upstairs."

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

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

For the Qi family, who is almost a behemoth, Qiao Zhou is a poor relative. In the past few years, the antique shop he opened has been losing money year after year. If it hadn't been for some foundation, it would have been a long time ago.

Qi Hui also said, "A Qiao, take it back. Linqing just happened to pick it up."

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

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

Although Yuan Sihao's allure is not small.

Although he wanted to buy the painting at a market price, he was ashamed of his pocket.

Qi Yingjun interrupted and said: "Uncle Qiao, you really don't need to mind. Linqing is just a little better luck, you have a share!"

Qiao Zhou smiled and said nothing.

The last time Qi Linqing suddenly asked himself to purchase Chinese painting materials, he couldn't help but a trace of suspicion popped up in his heart.

Does the opponent rely on luck or strength?

After a few words of courtesy, 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.

And in the living room.

Qi Hui and Yan Qiongfang looked at this valuable ancient painting on the coffee table, staring at each other.

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

A weekend passed without any surprises.

On Monday, Qi Linqing had 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 put this on?"

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

Qi Linqing twitched the corner of his mouth stiffly, unexpectedly the other party would be so persistent.

I'm going to study myself early, and it must be too late to return the breakfast to Ji Youguang in the past.

Qi Linqing put it in his class pocket and opened the textbook to start learning.

He hadn't dared to read aloud before.

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

He reads very seriously.

When Zhong Chen walked over with his schoolbag, he saw the scene of the same table saying words and sentences.

"Some people are alive, he is dead."

"Some people are dead, he is still alive..."

Qi Linqing's tone was mellow, full of poetic rhythm, and he forcibly read a modern poem with a sense of ancient poetry that made people get goose bumps.

Zhong Chen shuddered suddenly.

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

Qi Linqing paused, turned his head to look at him, with doubts on his face: "Where is it abnormal?"

Zhong Chen felt that the other party was messing with himself, so he sat down and put on his headphones.

The phone ticked.

Jiang Bai: [Brother Zhong, don't you think Qi Linqing is attracting your attention? He used to study silently in his self-study earlier, and he never said aloud. 】

Zhong Chen: [? 】

He can understand that males exude charm to attract courtship.

But Qi Linqing...

Is it intentional to mutilate his ears? ?