If there is no problem with memory, the planning of Zhongzhou New East District should be in the first half of next year.

However, it has been after 2001 that Kurokawa Office has really begun to design the blueprint for the new district, which is well known to people in later generations.

What Qi Ming did not expect was that before the millennium, the province had already planned to plan a new district, and at that time, Kurokawa had already visited it on the spot.

Later, there were many different opinions about the new business district in Zhongzhou, saying that Kurokawa's design was acclaimed, and the entire central business district was designed into a sun flag.

The urban planning department was not satisfied, so it hired another design team in the center, adding the Art Center and Millennium Plaza.

Perhaps because of the nationality of the designer, this kind of rumors were once very popular and were deeply loved by the people.

But if you think about it carefully, you will find that this folk legend is too damn.

The vision and ability of the audit designers in the urban planning department cannot be seen in the eyes and abilities of Kurokawa's design.

Besides, the other five design companies are not a foil for having a good meal. If the drawings in the new district are really in the shape of a sun flag, they would not end up choosing Kurokawa Office.

Qi Ming studied art design. No matter how well he learned, he has seen a lot of Chinese and foreign art history and famous works.

Speaking of Kurokawa's design, it is already the top-notch in his eyes. The only thing that is not enough is that the boss in front of him died of a heart attack in 2007. It is a pity that he could not see his last work at the end of his life.

Just talking about Kurokawa's structural sketch, from the proportional composition to the structural lines with different thicknesses but clear distinctions, it is enough to demonstrate the master's basic painting skills.

Whether it is back in the past or present life, Qi Ming has not escaped the fate of learning artistic design. Therefore, knowing that artistic achievement does not depend on how hard you work the day after tomorrow, it depends on talent.

He has been exposed to painting since he was in the first year of high school, and he really can't say how superb his skills are. As Qi Ming said, if he really relies on painting, he would starve to death on the streets.

So Qi Ming knew exactly how much he was, and thought that the clumsy works he had drawn could barely show the fun of laymen. When he met an expert, he really felt guilty and timid.

So this is something Qi Ming couldn't understand. Why did a designer with such a big background like Kurokawa insist on exchanging after seeing his graffiti sketch at a glance?

This is also the reason why Qi Ming instinctively blurted out his rejection when the other party wanted his sketch.

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

The female translator said to Qi Ming at this time: "This gentleman said that he saw something special from your works." She held the mirror frame, "In our Chinese dialect, it is the kind of fireworks on the streets of the city."

The city is full of fireworks?

Does it have such a high evaluation? Qi Ming asked himself, is it really so profound just by graffiti works?

In Qi Ming's opinion, this is just a boring graffiti, but in the eyes of the master, it has become a fireworks in the streets and alleys of the world?

After thinking about it carefully, Qi Ming understood.

The brushwork skills of painters will not make rapid progress after rebirth.

To put it bluntly, the brushstrokes in painting skills are like the basic skills of fist and foot in martial arts novels, relying on hard work and polishing.

But Qi Ming's back-up life, the decades of insights gathered together, are all gathered on a pen.

Even if you don’t write like a god, the scenery depicted by the brushstrokes and the artistic conception that comes 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 forty years old. He uses the pen of a 17 or 18-year-old boy to draw fireworks on earth. It is no wonder that he was amazed by Kurokawa.

Just as Qi Ming was stunned, the exquisite-looking female translator glanced at Qi Ming up and down, leaned in front of her and said, "Little brother, how are you thinking?"

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

While speaking, they tore off the sketch and handed it to the female translator. At the same time, they also brought the structure sketch of Kurokawa Jiqian from the female translator, and their movements were neat and neat, as if they were afraid that the other party would regret it.

Kurokawa smiled and thanked him sincerely, so he carefully included 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 Qiming."

I didn't think about it carefully. Even though I had twenty years of experience in life recovery, I was just a high school student after all, and the urban designer who designed Zhongzhou New District in front of me was an urban designer.

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

Just waiting for Kurokawa Jizhao and his group to walk away and disappear into the crowd, and the people around who had been watching the fun came around.

It was rare to see a foreigner on the street in that year. For a moment, the melon-eating crowd began to talk.

"Young man, you are a good artist, and you're a good painting?"

"The young man, the Japanese, don't know what the origin is. Are you giving him the painting?"

"Yes, yes, be more careful, the Japanese are so mean."

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

"That's right, it's really unreasonable not to sell for a few hundred yuan."

The people who are eating melons next to you are talking to each other are mostly thoughts from good people.

Qi Ming was naturally not relieved, but just smiled sincerely at everyone: "I think it's nothing, just a painting is worthless. Thank you for your kind reminder. I appreciate it."

When they heard this, the people who were eating melons felt bored, and in a blink of an eye the crowd dispersed.

Qi Ming paid the owner of Teppanyaki and pulled Fang Wenjin and Liu Xuqiang home.

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

The night breeze blew on my face, but it wasn't much cooler than that in the afternoon.

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

Qi Ming smiled: "It's not necessary to make a plan so clearly. Things that I draw at my amateur level are really not worth the price. People are interested in the content of the painting, but not how superb my painting skills are."

When Fang Wenjin heard these words, he secretly glanced at Qiming. The street lights around him flashed, and there was a hint of undetectable praise and appreciation in his eyes.

It took half an hour to go home from the Cultural Palace, and during this period, Liu Xuqiang got home first, followed by Fang Wenjin.

Fang Wenjin's father was from Qijian, so the place where she lived was naturally from Qijian's family courtyard.

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 be proving how rich and generous Qijian is.

Stopped downstairs of the family yard and watched Fang Wenjin prepare to go upstairs, Qi Ming said, "Go back and say hello to Uncle Fang for me."

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

Fang Wenjin parked the bicycle at the entrance of the community, and one of the white canvas shoes was pedaled, and the other stood on tiptoe to support the ground. Her skinny and slender ankles were wrapped in snow-white socks, making her legs look slender and straight.

"I almost forgot if you don't mention it," Fang Wenjin looked at Qi Ming. Because the two were far apart and the traffic flowed, she couldn't help but raise her voice. "My father also asked me to ask you when your school will be registered. He wanted to send me to go with me, so he thought we would go together. Let me ask you about your arrangements so that you can buy tickets in a unified manner."

Fang Wenjin's casual words made Qi Ming think of all the past life. At that time, when he reported to the first year of college, his father sent him to Shanghai. On the way, Fang Wenjin, his father, Liu Xuqiang and his elder sister were also on the same train.

Looking at Fang Wenjin's eyes as if they were looking a little expectant, Qi Ming said, "Tell me Uncle Fang that my father may not have time to report with me, I have to go alone."

"One?" Fang Wenjin felt incredible, "It's more than seven hours' drive away. Don't you feel comfortable going alone?"

Qi Ming smiled and just responded casually, "My father can't let go of his business in a local specialty store, and my mother has to keep an eye on the manufacturer and deliver the goods quickly. The two of them really can't leave. Anyway, they just need to report to school, so there is no need to send me there in person."

Fang Wenjin was a little surprised, but he didn't say much. The two said goodbye outside the Qijian family courtyard and went home.

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

When I push the door open at this time, the couple mostly sit on the sofa in the living room with calculators to settle the surplus of the day.

But today it was different. Lao Qi was sitting on the sofa, smoking silently. His mother Dai Lijuan was standing by and took out the rental contract of the airport store, which contained several passbooks on it.

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

The atmosphere is a little bit wrong.

On weekdays, my mother Dai Lijuan talks tightly, and when she calls her father, she always calls her and whispers.

When we came back today, the couple didn't say a word, and they communicated with each other all based on tacit understanding and eyes.

At first glance, the knowledge involved the family's finances, and he was not willing to show it in front of Qi Ming, so this is the case.

It seems that Chinese parents are like this and never want to reveal their financial problems in front of their children.

But based on Qi Ming's memories of his previous life, he had already guessed it was quite different.

Although the signs of my own mutation began in 2001, the fuse was actually this year.

At this time, my father Qi Daxun locked the passbook again, returned to the living room, and sat on the sofa as if nothing had happened.

My mother Dai Lijuan seemed to notice that the atmosphere was not right, so she smiled and said, "Xiao Ming, why did you come back so late? Have you had dinner?"

Seeing this, this is an obvious sign of guilt.

Qi Ming has learned to cook alone since elementary school. My mother Dai Lijuan has asked me a few times a year if I am hungry.

Qi Ming stood at the door and changed his shoes, then looked at his father on the sofa: "Dad, your old comrade-in-arms who are confused all day long, are you looking for you again today?"

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

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

"When I just parked my bike in the carport downstairs, I heard you two quarrel endlessly. By the way, Dad, what's your comrade named Xiao?"

"Don't ask around, go back to the house to write--" Lao Qi said halfway, because he suddenly realized that he could have been domineering in the past to let Qi Ming go back to the house to do his homework, and used this as an excuse to send him away.

But now I’m going to report to college now, this sentence is no longer useful.
Chapter completed!