After the rebirth, my paintings became popular all over the world

I spent the whole day drawing by the lake, and I dealt with it casually at noon.

In the evening, I returned to the hotel after work, put away my things, and went to the opposite restaurant to have dinner. After eating, a group of people returned to the hotel lobby and gathered there. Now it was the painting review session.

Everyone's paintings were placed on the ground one by one, the teacher commented one by one, and the students formed a circle.

Since Lin Luo and Mao Jun were sitting together, the paintings were also placed together.

First it was Xia Wenqiu's.

The teacher looked at Xia Wenqiu's painting and showed a satisfied smile: "The painting is still quite good, much better than when I first came last year."

"But your picture is a bit melancholy." The teacher looked at Xia Wenqiu, "Is there something on your mind?"

It is true that paintings can express the mood of the creator.

All eyes immediately focused on him.

Xia Wenqiu was not used to being watched by so many people, and immediately blushed and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no."

The female teacher smiled and said: "If you have something on your mind, you can tell the teachers. If you think it is inconvenient to tell me, you can tell this teacher."

She pointed to the male teacher next to her.

"Of course, if you don't want to tell the teacher, it's okay to chat with classmates and friends. Don't hold back if you have something to do."

Xia Wenqiu nodded in embarrassment: "Thank you teacher, I understand."

Lin Luo, Mao Jun and others also looked at Xia Wenqiu.

This semester, Xia Wenqiu didn't seem to mention her boyfriend much.

He is particularly hardworking in painting—although he has always been hardworking before, but this semester is even harder.

He has things and likes to be bored in his heart.

Lin Luo and Mao Jun looked at each other, and decided to have a good chat with Xia Wenqiu at night.

Then came Zhu Xiyue's paintings.

Zhu Xiyue still maintains her very distinctive style.

In this class, if Lin Luo is unique, then Zhu Xiyue can be regarded as the second only to him.

In addition, she is well-behaved and cute, so she is the favorite of many teachers.

The teacher praised Zhu Xiyue's paintings again and again, and finally pointed out a few problems and areas where she could improve.

Mao Jun listened beside him, as proud as if he was being praised.

However, when it came to Mao Jun's painting, he was intimidated.

When the teacher saw Mao Jun's painting, he laughed.

The other students in the class also laughed.

Because in Mao Jun's paintings, ancient buildings, willow trees, lake water, and ducks are all irrelevant backgrounds.

There is only one core of Mao Jun's painting, the girl with twin ponytails in JK.

The girl's long black and thick hair was tied into two ponytails, each with a bow tied on the ponytails.

A white shirt, a navy blue coat, a plaid skirt, and a bow tie, white stockings on her legs, and a pair of small Japanese-style leather shoes with round toes on her feet.

The whole person looks like a female high school student in a Japanese manga.

On a face full of collagen, a pair of big eyes flicker.

The teacher looked at Zhu Xiyue, and found that Zhu Xiyue was also looking at herself on the screen with great interest.

The teacher said: "Student Mao Jun, why do you secretly draw other little girls?"

Zhu Xiyue also looked at Mao Jun when she heard the words.

Mao Jun was tall and burly, he blushed at a glance from her, he hesitated and couldn't speak.

The teacher just added fuel to the flames, and didn't interfere too much with the two children's affairs.

She commented on Mao Jun's paintings in a businesslike manner.

Originally, Mao Jun was not bad at drawing, but whoever told him to draw Lin Luo.

When Lin Luo's painting was taken out for comment, the teacher stared at the painting for a long time and sighed:

"Students, I don't have anything to comment on this painting."

"After all, my paintings have sold less than 200 million."

The students laughed.

They no longer regarded Lin Luo as a student of their own age, he was a great god they could not look up to.

So, the teacher simply turned the comment on Lin Luo's painting into a study for the whole class, what is so good about Lin Luo's painting.

The students talked a lot, and the discussion was in full swing.

As the person involved, Lin Luo, although it was not the first time he had experienced such a thing, he was still not used to it, and felt embarrassed.

So he slipped away halfway and went out for a walk with Jing Yu.

Jiangyuan Village can be selected as the location for this sketching trip. The scenery here is naturally very beautiful.

And it's the kind of beauty that doesn't have many artificial traces.

Both sides of the road in the village are covered with finely divided flowers, red, yellow, pink, purple... all kinds, and so on.

It is now spring, and it is the most beautiful season in Yunhai City.

The evening breeze brought a faint fragrance of flowers, the twilight enveloped the surrounding fields, the dark blue night sky was full of stars, and the moonlight was like water.

Lin Luo and Jing Yu walked hand in hand on the spacious road.

The nightlife in the village ended early, although it was only eight o'clock, and there were not many people walking on the road.

On the cultural square in the village, there was a group of aunts dancing in the square. The deafening music made the two of them laugh, so they had to stay away quickly, lest the music spoil their sweet atmosphere.

They walked carelessly along the village path.

Lin Luo suddenly felt that this place was a little familiar.

He remembered that he seemed to have come to him in his previous life, and lived here for a while.

So I walked along the route I remembered, but saw a small gallery.

Lin Luo was a little surprised, how could there be a gallery in this place?

The two of them went up to have a look, and found that the introduction of the gallery still said that it was created to commemorate Lin Luo.

Lin Luo felt weird when he saw this.

There were still people in the gallery.

The two knocked on the door and waited for a while. After a while, the door creaked open.

Inside was an old lady over seventy years old, with silver hair all over her head, and a thin body, she bent her waist and asked:

"Who?"

Lin Luo opened his mouth, inexplicably feeling that the old lady looked familiar.

Jing Yu hurriedly said: "Hello old lady, we are here to play. I saw that you have a gallery here, so I wanted to come in and have a look."

"I don't know if it's convenient now?"

After all, it was already late.

"Painting?" The old lady looked the two of them up and down, saw that Lin Luo still had paint on his hands, and she was a painter, so she stepped aside and said, "Come in."

The gallery is really small, only seventy to eighty square meters, and it seems to be the place where the old lady lives.

The two opened the door and went in, only to find that there were two old ladies sitting in the room, holding a printed painting in their hands, talking, when they took a closer look, it turned out to be Lin Luo's "Mother".

Lin Luo couldn't help but laugh, he didn't expect that he could see his own paintings here.

"You can look at the paintings here as you like, but don't touch them randomly and don't damage them. If you want to buy them, you can also."

"But these paintings are not for sale." The old lady pointed to the paintings hanging in the most conspicuous places.

Seeing these paintings, Lin Luo was shocked suddenly. He finally remembered why he thought this old lady was familiar.

He had indeed lived in this village in his previous life.

At that time, the economy of Jiangyuan Village was more difficult than it is now.

There is an old lady who wants him to help apply for the subsistence allowance because she is illiterate.

The economy of this place is backward, young people have gone out to work, and there are many old men and women in the village, and life is difficult.

Lin Luo then decided to teach them how to draw, so that they could sell their paintings for money.He also helped them gain fame and sales through his own contacts—such as Geng Yun.

Afterwards, Lin Luo left this place and never came back.

That seemed to be about a year before his death.

Lin Luo looked carefully at the old lady who was over seventy years old, and found that she seemed to be one of the old ladies he had taught back then.

Painting does not require a diploma, education, or literacy, but only imagination and creativity.

The paintings of these old ladies are full of vitality and pastoral charm, and are very popular in the market. Some old ladies can sell tens of thousands of paintings.

This greatly improves their lives.

After Lin Luo's death, he quickly became famous both at home and abroad. Through the village cadres, these old ladies knew that the one who taught them to paint was such a great painter.

To commemorate Lin Luo, this gallery was built in the village to exhibit some of Lin Luo's paintings and sell the old ladies' own paintings.

Under the introduction of the old lady, the two admired the paintings left by Lin Luo.

Looking at the inscription and date on it, Lin Luo felt a little emotional.

All these years have passed.

He suddenly turned to the old lady and said, "Where is Grandma Xu who first learned to paint? Is she still there?"

He didn't see her.

Unexpectedly, when the old lady heard this, a sad expression appeared on her face: "She passed away a few years ago."

"Passed away?" Lin Luo was a little surprised, but soon understood again.

It was more than ten years ago when he was here, and Grandma Xu was already in her seventies at that time.

"She is old, not in good health, and has heart disease. She didn't notice it when she went to bed at night, but she found out the next morning." The old lady explained.

Jing Yu glanced at Lin Luo with some doubts.

It just so happened that the old lady also asked Jing Yu's doubts: "How do you know her?"

Lin Luo thought for a while, then smiled and said, "Someone told me."

The old lady was puzzled, but Lin Luo didn't say anything more.

He picked one of the old ladies' paintings, bought it, and said he would pick it up the next day.

He left his name: Lin Nuo.

There is only one letter difference from Lin Luo.

Walking out of the gallery, Lin Luo looked back at the paintings on the wall that he created in his previous life, and said goodbye to his past self in his heart.

He turned his head, looked up at the man who had been by his side all the time, and asked with a smile:

"Do you want to ask, who told me?"

Jing Yu said, "Lin Luo?"

Lin Luo shook his head and nodded again.

Jing Yu was amused by him: "Is it really?"

Lin Luo stepped on his own shadow under the moon, bouncing up and down lightly, and said:

"Yes and no."

"Do you know why?"

"I don't know." Jing Yu looked at Lin Luo with a smile, it seemed that the longer they got along and the closer the relationship between the two of them, the more he felt that Lin Luo was like a real child.

In the past, he was as big as a kid, with a kind of boredom and impatience for the world around him in his eyes.

But now, his eyes are always beating with joy, youthful and lively.

"Why?" He asked cooperatively, "Is it because of something you didn't want to tell me before?"

This man has a terrible instinct.

Lin Luo smiled, nodded, and asked Jing Yu, "When you first met me, who did you think I looked like?"

"Lin Luo?" Jing Yu replied without thinking.

Lin Luo said, "I don't resemble, I am."