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

After Lin Luo finished speaking, Jing Yuding looked at him for a while.

"Are you serious?" he said.

Lin Luo scratched his head: "Why, don't you think so?"

Jing Yu was helpless: "I'm serious, I want to hear the truth, your impression of him."

In fact, when Jing Yu was a student, he had the idea of ​​meeting Lin Luo in the past.

But his home is in the capital, far away from here.

His parents also forbade him, who was still in middle school, to come all the way here alone, just to see an unknown little painter.

At that time, Jing Yu thought that when he became an adult and went to college, he would have the opportunity to see Lin Luo.

Unfortunately, Lin Luo passed away the year he became an adult.

So far, Jing Yu has lost hope of seeing Lin Luo himself forever.

When Jing Yu learned of Lin Luo's death, a long time had passed since his death.

I heard that Lin Luo died alone in the basement due to alcohol poisoning.

Because he didn't go to work for a few days, the restaurant where he was working at that time went to his house, only to find his decomposed and smelly body.

It was summer, and corpses decomposed quickly.

The hotel and the landlord notified the police, and the police contacted Lin Luo's family. They restrained him, cremated him, and buried him in a cemetery in Yunhai City.

A few years later, after Jing Yu owned his own company and lived independently from his family, he found Lin Luo's tomb to pay homage to.

Seeing Jing Yu's eyes, Lin Luo restrained his joking thoughts, lowered his head and thought for two seconds, and then said:

"He actually looks quite ordinary."

Lin Luo recalled the self he saw in the mirror: "A little decadent, I don't like to laugh very much, I don't like socializing with others, and I can't talk."

"If he paints, if you sit next to him for a day, he won't talk to you."

"Draw when you have nothing to do, draw all day and night, shut yourself in the room, and draw day and night."

"So his complexion looks very bad, with thick dark circles under his eyes."

Jing Yu didn't ask him how he knew that Lin Luo would lock himself in the room.

He could tell that these were his true impressions of Lin Luo.

"He doesn't get along well with the people around him, including his only relatives."

"Dear one?" Jing Yu asked, "Is it his uncle's family?"

Although Lin Luo was unpopular and autistic during his lifetime, he always had some classmates, teachers, and colleagues. After his death, he became famous, and many things during his lifetime were revealed, including his family relationship.

Mentioning the uncle's family, some inexplicable smiles floated on Lin Luo's lips.

Doesn't look like happy.

"En." Lin Luo didn't want to continue talking, and Diao Erlang raised his eyebrows at Jing Yu.

"These are the rewards for you to help me contact the auction house, and I won't pay you any more."

Jing Yu: "..."

"Let's talk about it today," Lin Luo smiled a bit wickedly, rubbing his fingers together, making a gesture of money, "If you want to listen to anything else, you have to pay."

Jing Yu pretended to take the wallet: "As much as you want, let's make a price."

"Not much," Lin Luo said, "I have to go back to school, I don't have time!"

Jing Yu looked down at his watch amusedly: "What time do you have class?"

Lin Luo: "Ten past two."

"That's almost there," Jing Yu said, "Can you still catch up, it's already two o'clock now."

"!" Lin Luo: "It's two o'clock?!"

"Well," Jing Yu showed him the watch, "Look for yourself, is it two o'clock?"

The smile disappeared instantly, Lin Luo turned around and wanted to run.

Jing Yu stopped him and said, "I'll see you off, it's faster than you running."

Jing Yu sent Lin Luo to the school, and there was a line of red letters scrolling on the school gate, congratulations to classmate Lin Nuo for winning the first place in the art entrance examination.

After getting off the car, Lin Luo rushed to the teaching building, and he said "thank you" in the cold north wind in winter.

Jing Yu sat in the car, watched him disappear from sight, looked up at the line of words, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

I don't know why, but there is a sense of pride.

He began to expect the child to grow up and become a world-renowned painter.

Soon, Jing Yu contacted a well-known and well-reputed auction house for Lin Luo, named Jiabaoyuan.

There will be a large-scale auction in Jiabao Garden next year, and it is currently collecting lots.

After the auction is completed, a preview will be held, and the official auction will be held after the preview.

Jing Yu said that someone wanted to auction an authentic piece of Lin Luo, and Jiabaoyuan naturally welcomed it.

After the final exam, Lin Luo got a day's vacation, so he took the "Authentic Lin Luo's Work" with him, got in the car that Jing Yu specially came to pick him up, and went straight to Jiabaoyuan Auction House.

Naturally, the auction house has to verify the authenticity of the lot first, especially a reputable auction house like Jiabaoyuan.

Although the industry rule is that the auction house is not fidelity, if a low-quality lot that looks like a fake is mixed in with the lot, it will damage the reputation of Jiabaoyuan.

When getting into the car, Lin Luoshen wrapped the picture frame with cloth mysteriously, not showing any corners to Jing Yu.

Jing Yu looked a little funny when he saw his guarded appearance.

"When you arrive at the auction house, you always open it for me to see. What's there to hide?"

Lin Luo shook his head seriously.

In short, we should try our best to avoid Jing Yu from looking at this painting. Although he is old, what if Jing Yu sees the flaw?

In a blink of an eye, the auction house has arrived.

Jing Yu stopped the car and opened the passenger's door for Lin Luo.

"Come down."

It was the first time for Lin Luo to go to this kind of large-scale auction house, and Lin Luo was a little nervous. Holding the painting in his arms, he got out of the car and looked up at this magnificent building.

The arched building has a great sense of design, with gold as the main color, showing luxury and wealth, and it looks like a place where the poor stop.

Lin Luo's palms were a little sweaty, he touched the frame, and thought: I painted a copy of myself, it is impossible for flaws to be seen.

The only problem is that the age of the painting is too new, but his brushwork, smudges and so on... are all out of date, and the auction house can't appraise it to that extent.

"Don't be afraid." Jing Yu grabbed his shoulders and led the boy inside, "I'm here."

Lin Luo glanced at the Patek Philippe on Jing Yu's wrist, and thought, "That's right, I didn't give in to a boss like Jing Yu, what's there to do with an auction house?"

There is a big guy helping him with it.

The auction house had already received the news. As soon as the two entered, the president of Jiabao Garden, the person in charge of the oil painting department, and the appraiser all came downstairs to greet them.

Of course, they didn't come for Lin Luo, nor for the so-called real work of Lin Luo, but for Jing Yu.

When I met a big collector of this level, I didn't know how much income he had created for Jiabao Garden, so of course he had to greet him with a smile.

Compared with him, a poor boy who suspected to have Lin Luo's authentic handwriting was not worth anything at all.

They don't know how many people they have come into contact with in a year who hold broken gadgets as family heirlooms, insist that they are genuine, and ask them to auction them.

Long before Lin Luo came, they had known the background of this poor boy in advance, and they only thought that he was that kind of person in their hearts, so they didn't take it too seriously.

However, since it was introduced by Jing Yu, he still has to give him face, and he has to appraise them and show their attitude.

They received someone in the lobby on the first floor, and the three of them took Jing Yu and Lin Luo to the living room upstairs, invited them to sit down and drink tea, they were extremely considerate.

Lin Luo looked a little complicated.

In the past, when he wanted to put his paintings on display in free art exhibitions, he had to waste a lot of rhetoric before the organizers agreed.

As for an auction house of this level, it is simply not a place he can imagine.

He sat down beside Jing Yu a little awkwardly, with a well-behaved posture, completely free of the usual embarrassment.

Jing Yu exchanged greetings with the president and others, and seeing his discomfort from the corner of the eye, he smiled, brought the topic to him, and said:

"Let me introduce you."

Jing Yu hugged Lin Luo's shoulders and said with a smile, "This is my little genius, Lin Nuo."

"This year's joint entrance examination of fine arts in this province is the first, and he is also the one I mentioned who has the original work of Lin Luo."

"He and Lin Luo still have a relationship. It is said that this painting was given to him by Lin Luo."

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The author has something to say:

I always feel that Lao Jing's every move is so flirtatious, Su kills me