If there is no problem with memory, the planning of the new eastern district of Zhongzhou should be in the first half of next year.

However, it was not until 2001 that Kurokawa Studio began to work on the blueprint for the new district, which is a well-known thing in later generations.

What Qi Ming didn't expect was that in fact, before the millennium, the province already had plans to plan a new area, and at that time, Kurokawa Masaki had already visited the site.

Later, the people also had different opinions about the new business district in Zhongzhou, saying that the design of Kurokawa was both prominent, and the entire central business district was designed as a sun flag.

Not satisfied, the urban planning department hired another design team in the center, adding an art center and a millennium plaza.

Perhaps because of the designer's nationality, this kind of rumor was once very popular and popular.

But if you think about it carefully, you will find that this folklore is too.

It is impossible for the vision and ability of the designers in the urban planning department not to see whether Kurokawa's design is boring.

In addition, the other five design companies are not foils for dry meals, and if the drawings of the new area were really in the shape of a sun flag, they would not have chosen Kurokawa in the end.

Qi Ming studied art and design, and no matter how well he learned, he had seen a lot of Chinese and foreign art history and celebrity works.

To talk about Kurokawa's design,In his eyes, it is already considered the top outstanding.,The only fly in the ointment.,Maybe it's the big guy in front of him.,He died of a heart attack in 07.,It's a pity that I didn't see my last posthumous work on my deathbed.。

Kurokawa's sketch of the structure, from the proportional composition to the distinct structural lines of different thicknesses, is enough to show the master's basic painting skills.

Regardless of whether he is in his previous life or in this life, Qi Ming has not escaped the fate of studying art and design, so he knows that artistic achievement does not depend on how hard he works the day after tomorrow, but mostly depends on talent.

Since he first came into contact with painting in high school, he really can't talk about how superb his skills are, just as Qi Ming said, if he really relies on painting, then he will starve to death on the streets.

Therefore, Qi Ming knows that he is a few pounds and a few taels, and he thinks that the clumsy work he has drawn can barely show a lively look to laymen, and he really feels weak and timid when he meets an insider.

So this is also what Qi Ming can't understand, how could Kurokawa, a designer with such a big background, have to exchange it after seeing his graffiti-like sketch at a glance?

This is also the reason why when the other party wanted his sketch at the beginning, Qi Ming instinctively blurted out and refused.

After all, the sketch with the oil stains on the teppanyaki burnt is really worthless.

The female translator said to Qi Ming at this time: "This gentleman said that he saw something special in your work. She lifted the frame, "In our Chinese language, it's the kind of fireworks on the streets." ”

Fireworks in the market?

Is it so highly rated? Qi Ming asked himself, is it really so profound with graffiti?

In Qi Ming's opinion, this is a boring graffiti, how can it become a human firework in the streets and alleys of the market in the eyes of the master?

Later, after thinking about it carefully, Qi Ming understood.

The painter's brushwork skills will not improve by leaps and bounds because of rebirth.

The brushstrokes in the painting skills, to put it bluntly, are just like the basic skills of fists and feet in martial arts novels, relying on thousands of tempered polishes.

But Qi Ming's life in this back, adding up to decades of insights, is all gathered on a pen.

Even if it is not like a god in the brushstrokes, the scenery depicted by the brushstrokes and the artistic conception from the heart will naturally be more sophisticated, and the perspective of observing things will be different.

After all, it is a soul that is almost not confused, and he used the pen of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy to draw the fireworks in the world, which is no wonder that he was amazed by Kurokawa.

Just as Qi Ming was stunned, the delicate-looking female translator glanced at Qi Ming up and down, approached him and said, "Little brother, how are you thinking about it?" ”

Qi Ming said: "If you really like it, don't mention whether it's money or not, it hurts your feelings." ”

As he spoke, Qi Ming tore off the sketch and handed it to the female translator, and at the same time took the structural sketch of Kurokawa in the female translator's hand, and the action was clean and neat, as if the other party would regret it.

Kurokawa smiled and thanked him very sincerely, and then carefully put Qi Ming's painting into his sketchbook.

Then he whispered a few words to his translator, and the beautiful translator smiled and said to Qi Ming, "My friend wants to know your name." ”

"My name is Qi Ming."

I didn't think much about it, even though I have 20 years of experience in life regression, but now after all, I am only a high school student, and the person in front of me is the urban designer who designed the Zhongzhou New District.

Qi Ming really didn't expect any intersection in the future.

Just waiting for Kurokawa and his party to disappear into the crowd as they walked away, the people who had been watching the excitement around them gathered around.

It was rare to see a foreigner on the street in those years, and all of a sudden, the people who ate melons began to gossip.

"Young man, you studied art, and you are very good at drawing, right?"

"The young man doesn't know where the little devil came from, so you're going to give him the painting?"

"Yes, yes, it's better to be more careful, the little devil has a bad heart."

"Those two foreigners are not short of money, and the little brother exchanged paintings for paintings, and he lost a lot."

"It's just that it's really unreasonable not to sell a few hundred yuan."

The people who eat melons on the side, you say a word to me, most of them are the broken thoughts of people who do good things.

Qi Ming naturally didn't feel at ease, but just smiled sincerely at everyone: "I don't think it's actually anything, just a painting is worthless, thank you uncles, uncles, eldest sisters, and aunts, for your kind reminder." I got it. ”

As soon as they heard this, everyone who ate melons felt bored, and the crowd dispersed in a blink of an eye.

Qi Ming paid the boss of the teppanyaki and dragged Fang Wenjin and Liu Xuqiang home.

Walking east along Zhongyuan Road, the three of them each rode bicycles.

The night breeze was blowing, but it wasn't much cooler than in the afternoon.

"I also feel that I have lost money, I should sell him a few hundred yuan, and the foreigner's money will not be slaughtered for nothing." On the way back, Liu Xuqiang also began to feel sorry for Qi Ming.

Qi Ming smiled: "I can't calculate so clearly." My amateur-level painting is really not worth the price. People value the content of the painting, not how skilled my painting skills are. ”

When Fang Wenjin heard this, he secretly glanced at Qi Ming, and between the flickering street lights around him, there couldn't help but have a touch of imperceptible praise and appreciation in his eyes.

It was a half-hour journey home from the Cultural Palace, during which Liu Xuqiang arrived home first, followed by Fang Wenjin.

Fang Wenjin's father is from Qijian, and the place where he lives is naturally Qijian's family home.

There is a small garden, a chess and card room for the elderly, and even its own canteen. Anyway, from the inside out, it seems to prove to the outside how rich Qijian is.

Stopped downstairs in the family courtyard, and when Fang Wenjin was about to go upstairs, Qi Ming said, "Go back and say hello to Uncle Fang for me." ”

Qi Ming, Fang Wenjin and Liu Xuqiang, they are from a junior high school, although they are not in different classes, they are not far from each other, so the three families are familiar with each other.

Fang Wenjin parked his bicycle at the entrance of the community, one white canvas shoe was on the pedal, and the other stood on tiptoe to support the ground, and the slender white ankle was wrapped in snow-white socks, which also showed more slender and straight legs.

"I almost forgot if you didn't mention it," Fang Wenjin rushed at Qi Ming, because the distance between the two was far away, and the traffic was coming, she couldn't help but raise her voice, "My dad also asked me to ask you, when will your school report." He wanted to take me with him, so he thought we would go together. Let me ask you about your arrangements so that I can buy tickets together. ”

Fang Wenjin said casually, but it reminded Qi Ming of his previous life, when he reported in college on the first day, his father sent him to Shanghai, and on the way, Fang Wenjin and his father, as well as Liu Xuqiang and his eldest sister, went together. Three families travel on the same train.

Seeing that Fang Wenjin's eyes seemed to have a little expectation, Qi Ming said: "Tell me Uncle Fang, my father may not have time to accompany me to report, I have to go alone." ”

"Alone?" Fang Wenjin felt incredible, "What about the more than seven hours of driving, Qi Bo and Aunt Dai don't worry that you will go alone?" ”

Qi Ming smiled and just dealt with it casually, "My dad can't let go of his business in the souvenir shop, and my mother has to keep an eye on the manufacturer and hurry up the delivery, so the two of them really can't leave." Anyway, it's just that when I go to school, I don't need to send it to me personally. ”

This answer surprised Fang Wenjin slightly, but he didn't say anything, the two said goodbye outside the Qijian family courtyard, and went home separately.

Because of work, Qi Ming's parents often come back very late.

Normally, when the door is pushed in at this time, the couple is mostly sitting on the sofa in the living room with a calculator, calculating the day's surplus.

But today is different, Lao Qi is sitting on the sofa, smoking a cigarette silently, and his mother Dai Lijuan is on the side, taking out the lease contract of the airport store, and there are several passbooks on it.

As soon as she saw her son come back, Dai Lijuan immediately patted Qi Daxun on the shoulder, and the latter put away the lease contract and passbook and went back to the bedroom, and soon heard the sound of the bedside table unlocking and closing the cabinet.

Something wasn't quite right about the atmosphere.

On weekdays, her mother Dai Lijuan speaks more closely, and when she calls her father, she always comes and goes as soon as she calls.

Today, when they came back, the two of them didn't say a word, and they communicated with each other based on tacit understanding and eyes.

At a glance, the knowledge involved the family's finances, and he was reluctant to show it in front of Qi Ming, so it was so.

Chinese parents seem to be like this, and they are never willing to show their financial problems in front of their children.

But Qi Ming, based on the memories of his previous life, had already guessed the same.

Although the sudden change in my memory began in 2001, the fuse was actually triggered this year.

At this time, his father Qi Daxun relocked the passbook or something, returned to the living room, and sat on the sofa as if nothing happened.

Mother Dai Lijuan also seemed to notice that the atmosphere was not right, so she said with a smile: "Xiaoming, why did you come back so late and have you had dinner?" ”

See, this is a clear manifestation of a weak heart.

Qi Ming has learned to cook alone since elementary school, and the old lady Dai Lijuan has never asked herself if she is hungry several times throughout the year.

Qi Ming stood at the door and changed his shoes, and then glanced at his father on the sofa: "Dad, your old comrade-in-arms who has been confused all day long, did he go to you again today?" ”

Hearing Qi Ming's words, Dai Lijuan and Qi Daxun looked at each other.

"How do you know?" Dai Lijuan asked, her eyes urgent.

"As soon as I parked my bicycle in the carport downstairs, I heard you two arguing endlessly. By the way, Dad, what's your comrade-in-arms called Xiao? ”

"Don't ask, you kid, go back to the house and write-" Old Qi was speechless halfway through his words, because he suddenly realized that in the past, he could still dictate Qi Ming to go back to the house to do his homework, and use this as an excuse to get rid of him.

But now that I'm going to report to the university, this sentence is no longer useful.

While his father was speechless, Qi Ming had already changed his shoes, and walked to the door of his house very obediently, as he had since he was a child: "Forget it, I don't have the heart to inquire about you." You two continue to settle the accounts of your mom-and-pop shop slowly, but try to be as calm and quiet as possible, so that the whole family home can hear it. ”