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

There was silence in the studio.

The takeaway that Jiao Na ordered was left cold nearby, and no one went to eat it.

Lin Luo completely forgot about everything around him, didn't think about eating, and didn't feel hungry.

Although Jiao Na felt hungry, at this moment, nothing was more important than watching Lin Luo draw.

She doesn't always get a chance to watch!

Every stroke of Lin Luo amazed Jiao Na, and his perception and grasp of color even more amazed Jiao Na.

In the middle of the night, the studio is about to close.

The man with glasses came over to tell them to leave. He walked to the door, and as soon as he made a sound, Jiao Na ran over to stop him.

"Shh."

She put her index finger on her lips, pointed at Lin Luo, and said in a breathy voice:

"He is painting right now, don't disturb him."

The man with glasses glanced in Lin Luo's direction, a little surprised:

"Is he still painting?"

Jiao Na nodded and said in a low voice, "I've been drawing all the time, never stopped."

The man in glasses was dumbfounded, walked up behind Lin Luo lightly, and glanced at the boy's painting.

With just one glance, the man with glasses almost screamed, he quickly covered his mouth, and turned to look at Jiao Na.

With a proud smile on Jiao Na's face, she pulled the man with eyes out of the studio and said, "I'm a good man, right?"

"Since when did he become your male god?" asked the man with glasses.

"The last time he came here to give a speech." Jiao Na said, "It's not important. What's important is that you saw his paintings, right?"

The man with glasses nodded vigorously, and said excitedly: "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe that a 19-year-old kid could draw such a picture!"

"Right, I think so too!" Jiao Na's eyes lit up, "And more importantly, his brushwork techniques are exactly the same as Lin Luo's, but he hasn't studied painting systematically before, how did he do it?"

"Lin Luo's style is so unique, no matter how many people want to imitate it, they can't imitate it. They can only imitate the shape, but they can't imitate the spirit."

"Nuo Nuo's comprehension is really strong." Jiao Na sighed, "When he develops his own unique style in the future, he will definitely be a master of the generation."

The two looked at each other and saw the same meaning in each other's eyes.

They had a premonition that they were witnessing the birth of a generation of famous painters.

The man with glasses thought for a while, and then sighed: "His concentration is beyond ordinary people's reach. He actually drew for so long in one go."

Jiao Na also sighed a little.

She thinks that she is already very fanatical about painting, and she often paints for several hours, but she is completely incomparable with Lin Nuo.

Of course, for such a long time, Lin Luo was not always painting, most of the time he was thinking.

His paintings seem to be passionate, but each stroke is done after careful consideration, not random graffiti.

The two were talking, when a mobile phone rang suddenly in the studio.

Jiao Na looked back and saw that it was Lin Luo's cell phone that rang.

Lin Luo didn't hear it.

Afraid of disturbing him, Jiao Na hurried up to help him look, only to find that it was Lin Nuo's mother calling him.

Jiao Na hesitated for a second between waking up Lin Luo and picking it up herself, and decided to choose the latter.

Jiao Na picked up the phone, walked outside the studio, and said softly:

"Hello, auntie?"

On the other end of the phone, Feng Juan was taken aback when she heard a strange girl's voice, thinking she had made a wrong call.

Jiao Na asked, "Is it Nuonuo's mother?"

"Uh...yes," Feng Juan glanced at the phone screen to confirm that she made a mistake, and hesitated, "You are?"

Jiao Na whispered: "Auntie, I'm Nuonuo's classmate in the studio. It's like this. Nuonuo is painting here in the studio. He was so absorbed in painting that he forgot the time. Are you here to urge him to go home?" ? Don't worry, he is very good here in the studio, and the teacher can also testify here."

Jiao Na gave the phone to the man with glasses and asked him to testify. Feng Juan had contact with the man with glasses before, and she felt relieved after hearing his voice.

For teachers, she has a natural trust.

"Teacher, Nuonuo is still drawing at such a late hour, isn't it causing you any trouble?"

"No." Compared with that little trouble, helping a talented painter grow is more important, the man with glasses said with a smile, "But Nuonuo may not be able to finish painting for a while, and maybe he won't go back tonight."

"Don't worry, the studio has a place for him to rest. When he finishes painting, he can sleep in the studio. I'll stay with him here too. There won't be any problem."

Feng Juan had seen Lin Luo's painting state at home, and she was so devoted to it that she couldn't hear it no matter what it was called.

It really brought him back to his senses, he lost his inspiration and was in a bad mood.

Therefore, Feng Juan didn't force her anymore, and thanked the teacher repeatedly.

The man with glasses boasted Lin Luo again and again, boasting that he was as good as heaven and earth.

The man with glasses said: "Sister, with Nuonuo's talent and earnestness, you just wait for a better life. He needs more practice now. As a parent, please support him a lot. I believe that soon after this goes on, he will You can make a name for yourself!"

Feng Juan kept saying she didn't dare.

The two had a brief but friendly exchange.

After hanging up the phone, Feng Juan looked at the empty room, feeling relieved and a little lonely at the same time.

However, Nuonuo studied so hard, she, as a mother, could only support her.

In the studio, Lin Luo was accompanied by a man with glasses.

The other students have already gone back to rest one after another, only the light in their studio is still on.

The man with glasses and Jiao Na stood on the left and on the right, watching Lin Luo finish the last stroke, put down the brush, and examine his own painting before nodding in satisfaction.

After standing for a long time, Lin Luo's legs were numb. When he came back to his senses, his arms were sore and his neck was sore.

Lin Luo stretched and let out a long breath.

It's been a long time since I've had so much fun painting.

Before the college entrance examination, he had to control the drawing time every day, and he could only draw at a fixed time, but Lin Luo was suffocated.

Now that the college entrance examination is over, I can finally draw as I like!

"Are you finished?" Jiao Na asked from the side.

Lin Luo turned his head and saw that it was Jiao Na who was still a little confused. After thinking about it, he remembered why this girl was here.

"Yeah." Lin Luo smiled, and his stomach growled suddenly.

"Are you hungry? Let's have something to eat." Jiao Na quickly brought out the takeaway, only to find that the takeaway was cold.

"There is a microwave oven in the studio." The man with glasses said, "Come with me, heat it up before eating."

"Teacher, why are you here...?" Seeing the man with glasses, Lin Luo was taken aback again.

The man with glasses was angry and funny and said, "I've been here to see you for two hours."

"Ah," Lin Luo scratched his head, "I didn't even notice."

During the intensive training for senior high school art students, it was closed training. In the painting world, there are not only microwave ovens, but also cafeterias and dormitories.

The two warmed up the takeaway and chatted while eating.

"Nuo Nuo is painting, why haven't you eaten?" the man with glasses said to Jiao Na.

"I'm too focused on watching, so I don't have time to eat." Jiao Na smiled embarrassedly, "Wouldn't the meal be delayed?"

"Both of you," the man with glasses smiled and shook his head, "Go to the dormitory to rest soon after eating. There are clean sheets and quilts in the dormitory."

It was already very late, and the three of them didn't talk much.

After dinner, Lin Luo was taken to the dormitory by the man with glasses. The man made a bed for him and let him have a good rest before leaving.

After Lin Luo washed up and lay on the bed, although his body was exhausted, his spirit was still excited.

After chatting with Jiao Na in the afternoon, he finished the painting again, with a vague answer in his mind.

Jona's answer to that question.

Lin Luo thought that he might really have more affection for Jing Yu than a friend.

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感谢在2021-06-1220:18:09~2021-06-1320:51:33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 of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Sanzijin;

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