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

The man looked up in surprise, smiled, nodded and said, "Yes, he is my favorite painter."

Maybe it was because he was bored in the middle of the night. The man himself had nothing to do. When he saw someone talking, he sat down and asked, "Why, you like him too?"

Lin Luo scratched his hair, nodded reluctantly: "Well... I admire him a lot, he is so famous, and he draws so well."

Complimenting himself in front of fans, Lin Luo felt a little ashamed, coughed lightly, and asked, "Why do you like his paintings?"

After being reborn, although Lin Luo knew that he was popular, he rarely met people who really liked him around him. When he saw this expensive fan, he was a little curious.

"His paintings are very powerful." The man gave the answer without much hesitation, "Full of emotion, every time I look at his paintings, I am shocked."

The man's voice is low and gentle, like the evening wind.

It was only when he was speaking that Lin Luo noticed that besides being rich and having a nice voice, this man also had a very eye-catching face.

His eye sockets were deep and his pupils were pitch black.

The moonlight came from the direction of the sea and fell on his face, which was blocked by his full forehead and high nose bridge, and his face was divided into two parts interlaced with light and dark.

Like a Rembrandt oil painting - Lin Luo instinctively judged this face from the perspective of a painter.

Rembrandt was one of the greatest Dutch painters in the 17th century, and he paid great attention to the use of light and shade.

The characters in his works always have a strong storyline.

Although it is a static picture, you can't help but explore the story of this person.

Thinking of this, the corners of Lin Luo's mouth curled up slightly, thinking that this kid doesn't look like he's in his thirties, why should I pretend to be deep here.

"Power, shock?" Lin Luo smiled, "When he was alive, many people commented that he couldn't understand his paintings. At that time, one of his paintings could sell for thousands of dollars."

"He was so poor that he had to do other work to support his painting."

Speaking of these now, Lin Luo couldn't tell what it was like, anyway, his mood was very complicated.

When he was alive, he was not appreciated by people, and he became famous after his death, which made him feel that his 30 years of life were inexplicably funny.

But now that he has been reborn, he is still an unknown little person.

"You know Lin Luo well?"

"I can't talk about it." Lin Luo straightened his legs, bent for too long, and his legs were sore, "There are so many information on the Internet, just search for it."

The man was silent for a moment before he said, "It's really a pity. Lin Luo's paintings are so good. If people had noticed him earlier, he wouldn't have ended up like that."

"People don't know how to cherish until they lose it." Lin Luo said.

The man couldn't help but look at him a few more times: "Why do you feel so resentful at such a young age? Why, you are also underappreciated?"

"I..." Lin Luo thought to himself, based on my actual age, I am 40 years old, who are you younger than?

"What's the matter with your face, did you fight with someone, or your father?" Jing Yu said, "How can you go to school tomorrow with such an injury?"

"It's none of your business." Lin Luo said unhappily, which pot was not opened and which pot was lifted.

The man was not annoyed, and instead asked, "Do you like painting?"

Lin Luo didn't speak, it was his tacit consent.

"Your parents don't allow you to learn?" This is a reasonable guess.

Lin Luo rolled his eyes: "Stop guessing."

The man smiled: "Why are you so angry? I didn't provoke you. I just asked you kindly."

"Good intentions?" Lin Luo asked back, "I want to learn, can you help me?"

"Why not?" the man said, "If you really want to learn and have this talent, I will help you. In the future, you will become a great painter, and I will also take credit for it."

Lin Luo stared at him suspiciously for a while, always feeling that this person had malicious intentions.

Wandering alone on the beach late at night, met a young man and wanted to help him realize his dream, thinking he was Aladdin's magic lamp?

Could it be... Lin Luo lowered his head and looked at his body, what kind of crooked idea is this person playing?You can't see your figure even if you wear it so thick.

He is a showman but not a person.

"Have you considered it?"

"I won't learn." Lin Luo refused without hesitation, "My father won't allow it."

The man laughed again: "Didn't you just say I was guessing?"

Lin Luo rolled his eyes impatiently, stood up, and patted the sand on his buttocks.

"I'm going home, don't follow me."

"Wait a minute." The man stood up and asked, "Do you have a cell phone?"

Lin Luo: "No."

His mother plans to wait until he leaves for college to buy him.

The man smiled again.

Lin Luo felt bored, always smiling, are you sick?

"Hand." The man said to him.

"what?"

The man directly took his hand, spread out his palm, found a pen out of nowhere, and wrote down his mobile phone number and name in Lin Luo's palm.

Lin Luo wanted to withdraw his hand when the pen tip scratched his palm, but failed until the man finished writing.

"Are you sick?" Lin Luo asked.

No matter how you look at this scene, it looks like a vulgar scene where a dog man teases a girl.

The key is that he is a man.

"My name is Jing Yu," the rich and handsome man said with a smile, "if you want to learn to draw, just give me a call. Your father can always find a way. Don't let these objective reasons affect your future."

Lin Luo: "..."

I'm going to learn to paint?Did I teach them to draw or did they teach me?I spent money to let them get a world-class famous teacher for nothing?

Silly.

Let me teach painting, then the hourly salary is not [-]—no, it starts from [-].

"By the way, what's your name?" Jing Yu put the cap on his pen.

"Lin Nuo." Lin Luo said expressionlessly.

"Lin Luo?"

"Lin Nuo," Lin Luo's speechless eyes seemed to complain about his indiscriminate nl and l, "the promise of the promise."

"Okay, I'll remember, Lin Nuo, the promise of the promise." Jing Yu smiled and patted Lin Luo's shoulder, "Go home, if you're still outside so late, your family will be worried."

……

Watching the young man ride away on his bicycle, his thin figure gradually disappearing into the night, Jing Yu took out the pocket watch, opened it again and looked at the photo inside.

——The young man named Lin Nuo in front of him has a completely different face from Lin Luo, but it brings him similar feelings to Lin Luo.

Their eyes, expressions, and tone of voice—although Jing Yu had never talked to Lin Luo, he had heard others describe him.

But there is such a coincidental name and the same love for painting.

Jing Yu could see the enthusiasm in the child's eyes when he talked about painting.

Jing Yu sighed.

When he was only a teenager, he fell in love with Lin Luo.

But at that time, he was not as famous as he is today, otherwise he would have helped Lin Luo back then.

Lin Luo would not die young, maybe he would be able to wait until the day he became famous.

pity.

If given the opportunity, he is willing to help such children.