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

"..." Lin Luo shook off Jing Yu's hand, rolled his eyes at him and said, "Others like young people, but you despise young people instead."

"Why, do you like old ones?"

He turned his face away, touched the place Jing Yu touched just now, and felt his face was faintly hot.

So he secretly scolded himself for not living up to expectations.

Out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help looking at Jing Yu's hand more.

To be honest, Jing Yu's hands are really pretty.

Slender and strong, with well-defined joints, slightly raised blue blood vessels on the back of the hand, and the palm is dry and warm.

Looking at it, Lin Luo couldn't help blushing again, quickly looked away, and then heard Jing Yu say:

"It's not that I like old people, but I certainly don't like children."

"I'm not a child." Lin Luo retorted, "I'm an adult, do you know that I have graduated from high school! And I can earn money to support my family!"

He took out his ID card, pointed to the date of birth on it, and said, "See, it's only a few months before we can get married!"

Jing Yu laughed, and raised his hand to rub the top of his hair: "Then you are still a child in my eyes."

Lin Luo let out a "tss", and slapped his hand away, not allowing him to touch it.

"You're not a few years older than me, so you don't want to sell your old age here, as if you're seventy or eighty years old."

Jing Yu laughed again, looked into Lin Luo's eyes and asked, "Why, do you want me to like you?"

This time, Lin Luo's face was not faintly hot.

He instantly turned red from his cheeks to his ears, blood dripping from his cheeks.

Lin Luo was still stubborn and denied it: "What nonsense are you talking about, who wants you to like me?"

"No?" Jing Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, and said casually, "It's fine if you don't have one."

Lin Luo moved her lips, not knowing how to answer these words.

Jing Yu ate the steamed sea bass slowly without raising his eyes:

"You are graduating from high school now, and you are about to go to college. In places like the United States, there are many people who share the same goals as you. Young and good-looking boys or girls, those people are more suitable for you."

"With your current wealth, you don't need to be taken care of by me. Don't keep thinking about what you have."

Lin Luo's neck was also red now.

With his head down, he poked his chopsticks hard into the white rice in the bowl, gnashing his teeth thinking about what Jing Yu's words meant.

Regarding Jing Yu's attitude, Lin Luo himself was still in a state of confusion and couldn't figure it out.

When it comes to painting, perhaps no one in today's world is better.

But when it comes to dating, Lin Luo is really a rookie.

It's not that he never fell in love in his previous life, usually the other party took the initiative to confess to him, Lin Luo looked at the other party pleasingly, so he agreed.

After agreeing, the relationship between the two did not change much.

Lin Luo was obsessed with drawing, drawing during the day and drawing at night, and soon lost his subjects.

The other party disliked that he only had pictures in his mind, and he didn't understand the romance of love at all.

Lin Luo couldn't refute, and then calmly accepted the breakup, and went home to continue painting.

"I didn't want to be taken care of by you." Lin Luo said bitterly, "I'm a little rich man myself! I'm almost as good as taking care of others."

"That won't work." Jing Yu raised his head, "You don't learn well at such a young age, such messy things as optics, be careful I will beat you."

Lin Luo glared at him: "Don't worry about me!"

"I can't control it. I will tell my aunt and let her take care of it."

Lin Luo: "..."

The topic got off track accidentally.

Lin Luo's mouth couldn't speak well, and just as Feng Juan came back from the bathroom, Lin Luo had no choice but to lower his head to eat sullenly.

After dinner, Jing Yu said that he would take them home, Lin Luo took out his mobile phone and called a car, and let Boss Jing go to work on his own, he doesn't need to take them home.

Then, he pulled his mother out of the restaurant with a stinky face.

Jing Yu stood at the front desk, looking in the direction the boy left with his trouser pockets inserted, and rubbed his palms in his trouser pockets.

To be honest, this kid's head feels good when rubbed.

But that's all, a child has to be a little child.

Jing Yu actually understood Lin Luo's mood quite well.

He lacked paternal love since he was a child, and it is rare to meet an older man who treats him well, so he will inevitably become dependent.

Lin Luo is young, unable to tell what this dependence is, and will take detours if he is not careful.

——For a long time, Jing Yu noticed Lin Luo's many strange reactions in front of him.

How could he not see the small-mindedness of the brat?

But Jing Yu believes that Lin Luo is a smart child, just remind him.

When you go to college and see the wider world, you will understand what you really want.

However, Lin Luo's direction was slightly different from Jing Yu's imagination.

Returning home sullenly, Lin Luo fell asleep.

The next day, he didn't get up until noon, and after lunch, he couldn't wait to run to the studio with the painting materials on his back.

Of course I have to paint when I have time!

What is the meaning of life without painting? !

But Lin Luo's paintings today are different from those in the past.

In the past, most people in Lin Luo's paintings couldn't tell what they were painting.

But today's picture has a clear content.

The painting shows a messy room, with many people in the room, and the dim light above the head.

In the middle of the crowd, stood a tall and straight man.

Lin Luo's painting is not a figure painting. This painting is still inclined to abstraction in essence, but anyone with eyes can capture these contents from this painting.

"Hey, this person..." A voice suddenly sounded beside him, "It seems to be Mr. Jing."

Lin Luo was taken aback, looked back, and found that it was Jiao Na who hadn't seen him for a long time who was speaking.

Lin Luo's first reaction was to cover up the painting, or deny the identity of the person in the painting.

Thinking about it again, I felt that this was an understatement.

So he pretended to be calm and asked, "Why are you here?"

Jiao Na raised her eyes, her eyes sparkling: "I started to learn painting early, preparing for the entrance exam at the end of the year and the school exam next spring."

"I heard that you came to paint today, so I just want to take a look."

"How do you know I'm here?" Lin Luo asked.

"Not only I know, but many people know." Jiao Na pointed out the door, and Lin Luo realized that there was a row of students standing outside the studio that Painting World had prepared for her alone.

As the double number one in the joint entrance examination and the National American school examination, Lin Luo is already well-known among the art students in Yunhai City.

Being first in the joint entrance exam is great, and being first in the National American School Examination is also great, but the combination of the two is even more powerful.

After all, the style of painting required for the joint entrance examination and the school examination is very different. How can one person be the first in both?

The studio hangs him on the bulletin board as a living signboard, and advertises that the painting world has produced a genius with double first place in the joint and school exams.

Lin Luo came here today, many students wanted to pay their respects, and Jiao Na was just one of them.

Jiao Na smiled: "They all came to see you."

Lin Luo glanced away. He was so selfless in the painting just now that he didn't notice the people outside.

At this time Jiao Na asked again: "You haven't answered my question yet, is this Mr. Jing? How did you come up with the idea to draw Mr. Jing?"