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

In those days when I was working and painting at the same time, I didn’t never question myself and thought about giving up.

But if he stopped painting, would he still be Lin Luo?

Even if he lost popularity after death and Lin Luo was reborn, he would still choose to pick up the paintbrush again.

After he finished speaking, the man with glasses smiled and praised Lin Luo for his good words, and even took him to see the painting that Lin Luo painted the day he first arrived, hanging in the corridor of the studio.

At the beginning, this painting was written as the work of a student who learned to paint for three days, but now the label has been changed, and it is written as Lin Luo, who ranked first in the entrance examination.

It was a surprise for the studio that Lin Luo ranked first in the art entrance examination, but it made the studio pay more attention to him.

The man with glasses talked wildly, boasting that Lin Luo had nothing but heaven and earth, which made Lin Luo feel a little ashamed.

He has been painting for more than [-] years, and it is not so unusual for him to be the first in the exam.

Fortunately, the man with glasses still had his own job. When he saw Jing Yu approaching, he took the initiative to go forward to chat with Jing Yu.

Lin Luo breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to go back to school, but just as he turned around, he saw Du Yuhang around the corner.

From the child's expression, Lin Luo could see that the other party didn't seem to welcome him.

Lin Luo didn't bother himself, smiled and nodded, and was about to leave.

"Lin Nuo." Du Yuhang stopped him.

Lin Luo paused, tilted his head and asked, "What's the matter?"

Du Yuhang pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and said, "Are you going to study in the Academy of Fine Arts?"

"En." Lin Luo nodded.

Du Yuhang said: "But didn't you always take cultural courses before? Why did you suddenly take the joint entrance exam and suddenly want to study in the Academy of Fine Arts?"

"That was before, but now I have changed my mind." Lin Luo said.

"Why such a sudden change," Du Yuhang said, "Can't you continue to study your culture classes?"

Lin Luo frowned slightly, and couldn't quite understand the kid's words: "I'm studying art or culture, does it have anything to do with you?"

Du Yuhang gritted his teeth, his face turned a little red: "You just said that painting is our life, don't you feel ashamed? Painting is our life, but not yours."

"How long have you only learned to paint, and how much do you know about art? But it was just because of a whim, you went to the exam like a ticket, and you were lucky enough to get the first place in the exam. What qualifications do you have to say that you love painting?"

"People like you are simply a humiliation to those of us who have persisted in painting for many years and really love painting!"

Du Yuhang was a little agitated, the next few words were just roared out, his eyes were red.

Unexpectedly hearing these words, Lin Luo was a little surprised, opened his mouth, and comforted him:

"Actually, my first place is not as simple as you imagined, and you are also pretty good at drawing. If you stick to it, you will definitely achieve something..."

Before he finished speaking, Du Yuhang glared at him just like last time.

"It's just luck, what's the big deal."

"Is it possible that you can still be lucky all your life, and when you have no luck, you will show your true shape sooner or later!"

Du Yuhang ran away after finishing speaking.

Only Lin Luo stood where he was, looking at his back, feeling a little unspeakable in his heart.

Lin Luo smiled helplessly and shook his head: "Luck..."

If he is lucky, then he will live again with a new identity, right?

This may be a good luck that has accumulated all the misfortunes in the previous life.

Other than that, he had nothing to do with luck.

He has been drawing since he knew how to hold a pen, and has practiced uninterruptedly for more than [-] years.

What he got, he deserved.

Suddenly, I heard a light beep of a lighter behind me.

Lin Luo looked back and saw Jing Yu leaning against the wall, holding a rose gold lighter worth at least five figures, and lit a cigarette.

He put the lid on the lighter and put it in his pocket. Jingyu held the cigarette between his left index and middle fingers and took a puff.

Seeing the young man turn his head to look at him, Jing Yu smiled slightly:

"I'm jealous, little genius."

Hearing this sound, Lin Luo's ears went numb, and he couldn't help but look at Jing Yu a few more times, seeing him drooping his eyelids and exhaling a white smoke ring from his lips.

The smoke ring floated in front of his face, creating a sense of beauty of looking at flowers in the fog for no reason.

Lin Luo couldn't help complaining to himself, it's nothing more than a nice man's voice, and he looks so foul.

"I'm not a genius." Lin Luo gave him a blank look, but the words in his mouth were merciless.

Jing Yuwei raised his eyebrows, not bothered about it, handed him the cigarette between his fingers, and asked, "Would you like a sip?"

Lin Luo said speechlessly, "I'm still a middle school student."

Jing Yu was quite surprised: "A person who can open a wine bottle for his father can't even smoke."

When Lin Luo saw this person in the studio earlier, Lin Luo felt inexplicably kind.

Now I feel that this person deserves to be beaten again.

Jing Yu was actually just teasing him, and had no real intention of giving him a cigarette.

Since Lin Luo didn't smoke, he turned around and extinguished the cigarette, throwing it into the trash can.

When I looked up and saw Lin Luo's expression, I was very happy, and the corners of my lips couldn't help but curl up.

"Well said." Jing Yu praised him, and stretched out his hand to stroke the child's head.

Children should be praised more, Jing Yu thought so.

But Lin Luo was not an ordinary child, he was a bit difficult to serve, he didn't feel happy after being praised, and he refused to be touched on the head by him.

Lin Luo's brain hurts when he heard his old-fashioned tone.

"You cooperated well." Lin Luo pushed him, "Those who didn't know thought you were my babysitter."

Jing Yu chuckled lightly: "Ordinary people can't ask me to be a babysitter."

Lin Luo rolled his eyes again, and heard Jing Yu say, "I haven't congratulated you yet."

"what?"

"I got the first place in the exam." Jing Yu lowered his eyes and looked at Lin Luo's eyes. Lin Luo's pupils were light amber, crystal clear, and very beautiful, "To be honest, if I didn't see it with my own eyes, I really couldn't I believe that the first place in the entrance examination is not an art student."

The corners of Lin Luo's lips curled up slightly, and he raised his chin: "That's because I'm good."

"It's really powerful." Jing Yu teased, "It almost made other children cry."

Thinking of Du Yuhang, Lin Luo frowned.

For a person who is not an art student, he took the first place in the joint entrance examination, which is indeed a big blow to Du Yuhang, who has worked hard to learn painting for many years.

Especially if this person is someone close to you.

That psychological gap is not generally large.

"To congratulate you, treat you to dinner?" Jing Yu said, "It's a celebration."

Lin Luo narrowed his eyes, always feeling that this person had something ulterior motives.

"What's the relationship between us, you just treat me to dinner?" Lin Luo said, "I'm still a student."

"What nasty things are you thinking about?"

Jing Yu reached out to knock his forehead, but Lin jumped a step behind, dodged it, and grinned at him.

"Hey, which one of us is dirtier?" Lin Luo said, "I'm sure I can't compare to you."

"That's right." Jing Yu looked up and down Lin Luo's thin, youthful body, his eyes lingering on Lin Luo's collarbone and slender legs exposed from the neckline, "After all, you are still a child with no hair yet."

I wear a lot of winter clothes, so I can hardly see my figure.

But it can still be seen that Lin Luo is very thin, with a good collarbone, good proportions, and long legs.

Being looked at by a man with such scrutiny, Lin Luo was inexplicably a little uncomfortable.

It was as if Jing Yu's gaze could penetrate his clothes and see his body directly.

Lin Luo turned his lower body sideways, avoiding Jing Yu's sight, coughed lightly, and said firmly:

"You haven't seen it, how do you know if I'm tall or not?"

"A bad boy like me who can open wine bottles for others has already talked to countless girlfriends. Maybe he is more experienced than you."