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

Seeing him, Lin Luo was a little surprised.

The two haven't seen each other for several days, and they don't know why this person came to the studio.

Well, I should have some serious business to discuss with the studio, so let's stop by and have a look at myself.

Thinking so, Lin Luo walked towards the podium under the attention of everyone.

This is the big classroom where he attended the class on the first day. Because of its large area, it can accommodate more people who come here admiringly.

The podium acts as Lin Luo's podium.

In his previous life, Lin Luo did a lot of work for making a living, painting, distributing leaflets, selling, serving as a waiter... He has done all of them, so he is not afraid of society, nor is he afraid of speaking in front of so many people.

The only problem is, he really doesn't know what to say.

The leader of the studio told him to let him share his experience and experience in learning painting and encourage everyone.

Lin Luo didn't even type the manuscript, and just stood on the podium.

Underneath, pairs of eyes looked at him.

Most of them are students in their teens, including junior high school students, high school students, and, as Du Yuhang said, older repeat students who have not been admitted to their favorite art academy for several years.

Everyone looked at him with admiration and expectation.

"Hello, everyone." Lin Luo cleared his throat, holding the microphone that the teacher usually uses, and said softly.

Most people here don't know Lin Luo, and the studio teacher said that he is a student here, so they naturally treat him as an art student.

Just kidding, how could it be possible for a non-art student to take the first place in the national entrance examination?

Only Du Yuanhang, who knew, had a complex expression.

He sat in the crowd, looking at Lin Luo's expression, he couldn't be called happy.

In the last row of the studio, Jing Yu moved a chair and sat against the wall, just like the teacher listening in the back in class, while Lin Luo was the trainee teacher.

With one leg crossed, Jing Yu stared at Lin Luo with a slight smile on his face.

Seeing him, Lin Luo became inexplicably passionate.

This is his fan, his true fan!

It can be seen at a glance that the clumsy painting is an imitation of Lin Luo, obviously not a follower, but someone who really understands his paintings.

Lin Luo leaned slightly and introduced himself: "My name is Lin Luo."

He was talking about Lin Luo, not Lin Nuo.

Lin Luo saw that Jing Yu frowned slightly, and then relaxed it.Others didn't respond at all.

Obviously, everyone only thinks that he is not a standard mandarin, regardless of nl.

"I know that you all love painting, so you come here." Lin Luo said, "But what I want to tell you is that art is not such a glamorous path."

"This road is full of loneliness and thorns. Only those with real perseverance can persevere and become people who can feed themselves with a paintbrush."

This is the wish of everyone who learns to paint.

But the fact is that many people in this circle are at a level where it is difficult to guarantee food and clothing if they only rely on painting.

Then they may switch careers and pursue other endeavors.

There are also people who, like Lin Luo in the previous life, work part-time and do other jobs while supporting themselves by painting.

"I want to ask you a question," Lin Luo continued, scanning everyone's faces and Jing Yu's deep eyes, "If you paint all your life, it will still be anonymous, just like Lin Luo , living in poverty for the rest of my life.”

"Will you continue to draw?"

The students below all looked at each other, speechless.

Even the man with glasses was a little puzzled, they invited Lin Luo to encourage the students, not to beat them.

For the vast majority of people, painting is just a means of earning a living. If they are really poor like Lin Luo for the rest of their lives, they may pursue other occupations.

But there are also some people who don't.

"Do you all like Lin Luo?"

Someone replied: "Who doesn't like Lin Luo? Lin Luo is the most famous painter in this century!"

Lin Luo smiled: "But before he was alive, no one appreciated his paintings at all."

some.

Under the podium, in the last row of the studio, Jing Yu secretly said in his heart, there is me.

Jing Yu has liked Lin Luo's paintings since he was 13 years old. At that time, Lin Luo was 25 years old. He had graduated from university for three years and had lived a miserable life for three years.

Jing Yu was still in junior high school at the time, and when he was out playing with his classmates, he accidentally saw his paintings at a free art exhibition.

At that time, Jing Yu stood in front of the painting signed by Lin Luo for about half an hour.

He can understand Lin Luo's paintings, and he can understand the struggle, melancholy, and vigorous power in his paintings.

"What do you think, if Lin Luo knows that he's never popular and lets him live again, will he still choose to paint for the rest of his life?"

Yes, Jing Yu replied in his heart, although he had never met that person, he knew he would.

He knows him from his paintings.

The students below all discussed it. Some people think it will, some people think it won't.

Lin Luo told them: "I believe he will."

"Why?" Jing Yu, who was leaning against the wall, suddenly asked.

As soon as he made a sound, the students in the studio all looked back at him, discussing who this handsome guy was in low voices.

Lin Luo raised his eyes and collided with Jing Yu's eyes in mid-air.

Lin Luo said without hesitation, "Because for Lin Luo, painting is everything to him and his life."

This answer coincided with Jing Yu's, but he still asked: "How do you know?"

Lin Luo smiled and said, "Mr. Jing, you really like Lin Luo's paintings, right?"

Jing Yu nodded.

Lin Luo said: "From his paintings, can't you read it? Everything he wants to express."

Jing Yu pursed her lips slightly.

Many people think that he bought Lin Luo's paintings at a high price, which is more of a commercial investment than a hobby.

Lin Luo's paintings have a large stock, distinctive style, and extremely high collection value. In a few years, the price will rise even higher.

In fact, rather than investing, this is more to make up for his regrets.

It's a pity that I didn't meet Lin Luo before he was alive, and I didn't help him before he was alive, so that he can live to see himself popular all over the world.

If Lin Luo's character was not so paranoid and stubborn, he might not have died alone in his rented house when he was only 30 years old.

But if he wasn't so stubborn, maybe he wouldn't be able to draw so many masterpieces handed down from generation to generation.

Why doesn't he understand?

Looking around, Lin Luo smiled at the students: "For us, painting is everything and our life. If you can paint with such beliefs, you will be able to draw while knowing that you are very likely to be indifferent for the rest of your life. On the basis of not being popular, you still insist on painting, so what is the so-called exam now?"

Lin Luo circled around and returned to the issues that these children were most concerned about.

"You guys love painting so much. If you fail the exam once, don't you stop painting? Since you can still paint, you don't have to worry about whether you can pass the exam."

"The painting itself is the expression of all of you."

Painting is all about Lin Luo.

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感谢在2021-05-1211:31:18~2021-05-1419:52:51期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Tang Buqi one;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!