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

Since it was really late, Lin Luo was worried that he would not be able to get up the next morning, so he hurried home, pedaling his bicycle until his palms were covered with sweat.

So when he got home and looked at his palm again, he found that the phone number written by Jing Yu was no longer clear.

"Jing Yu..."

Lin Luo felt that the name sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

Maybe this person is a big star, seeing how he looks, it's not unusual to hear about his frivolous behavior.

If he can't see clearly, he can't see clearly. Anyway, he doesn't plan to learn to draw.

Lin Luo quickly put this matter behind her.

The next day, he got up early to go to school as usual.

What happened last night gave Lin Luo a strong sense of urgency. He didn't want his mother to drag her unhealed leg and set up a stall with a cane to make money, and he didn't want Lin Yuanlong to always beat her for asking for money.

He wants to make money.

Lin Luo had already made up his mind, of course his own paintings could not be sold at a high price, but he could imitate Lin Luo's paintings - he imitated himself, so lifelike and seamless.

How many people can afford Lin Luo's real product? If he draws a high-quality imitation, someone will definitely buy it.

... If you sell the real product as a high imitation, you are on your own.

Lin Luo roughly calculated the money he lost, and felt that his heart was bleeding.

Forget it, bear it, when he becomes popular, he can earn all the money back, so there is no need to rush.

So after class ended at [-] o'clock this morning, Lin Luo slipped out of the school gate and looked for a studio along the street, trying to pick up some paints and brushes.

Yunhai City is Lin Luo's hometown, and there are many studios here.

So after walking a few steps, Lin Luo saw a studio called Huashijie, which was recruiting students, and they could try it out for free.

Seeing the word "Free", Lin Luo went in.

After arriving at the door, a man in his thirties wearing glasses and an orange coat walked out. Seeing Lin Luo's panda eyes, he was taken aback for a moment, and then said enthusiastically, "Student, come to learn painting?"

Lin Luo looked inside and asked, "I heard that you can try lessons for free here?"

"Yes, free trial for three days. If you are satisfied, you will pay the tuition fee." The man with glasses glanced behind him, saw that he was alone, and asked, "Little classmate, where are your parents?"

Lin Luo took out the excuse he had prepared in advance, and said, "My dad doesn't allow me to learn to draw. He thinks I can't draw well, but I think I'm very talented, so I want to try it first and let him see me. It can be done."

There are so many children like this, and the man with glasses is not surprised, he said with a smile: "Drawing is something that you have to try to know if you can do it. Maybe you will be the next Lin Luo."

"Come on, you come in first." The man with glasses led Lin Luo in, and while introducing him to the situation of the studio, he strongly encouraged Lin Luo to pursue his dream.

Seeing that Lin Luo was wearing a school uniform, he knew that he had sneaked out by himself, so he hurriedly brought him to the trial class, wanting him to experience the atmosphere of the studio and keep him.

"Try it first." The man with glasses arranged a seat for him, "If you like it, we will help you intercede with your father later."

"Thank you teacher." Lin Luo pretended to be a good student.

After the man with glasses left, Lin Luo began to look at the studio.

The area is not small, and there are many students sitting there, and they should all come to try it out for free.

Standing in front of her was a female teacher, also in her 30s, with oblique bangs and a ponytail.

She is teaching the students in the class some basic techniques for getting started with painting, mixed with anecdotes of painters to increase the interest of the class.

"No matter what kind of painting you draw, the foundation is the most important." The female teacher said, "Even the great painter Lin Luo has to lay the foundation first before he can create so many outstanding works."

"When Lin Luo was laying the foundation, he worked very hard, even drawing in class."

That's why he was always invited by the parents - Lin Luo to complain, so that his uncle's family was speechless.

"Squatting in the toilet and drawing on the door."

Lin Luo: "?"

This is a rumour.

What kind of painting do you get while squatting in the toilet?

"During the exam, I was drawing on the test paper."

——If you mean the invigilator I drew, there is indeed one.I can't do the paper and it's boring, so what else can I do?

"Without his hard work in laying the foundation, there would be no world-renowned great painter Lin Luo today." The female teacher concluded with a smile, "I know that everyone learns painting for different reasons and purposes. "

"But one thing we have in common is our love for drawing."

"In fact, a work is the projection of the painter's sense of the world on the canvas. Techniques are to help us express better, and the emotions we want to paint at the beginning are always the same. Even those who have not learned techniques, they His sense of the world is shown by splashing ink. I would like to invite students to pick up the brushes in your hand and try it first. Don’t be afraid, draw whatever comes to mind. I will explain it to you later.”

Under the encouragement and suggestion of the female teacher, the students in the studio bowed their heads and began to draw by themselves, and there was a rustling sound in the studio.

Lin Luo looked down at the brushes and paints in his hand.

Since it was a free trial, the paints and brushes provided were of the worst quality.

In his previous life, Lin Luo would never have used such inferior painting tools, because they couldn't produce the effect he wanted.

Seeing that he didn't start painting, the female teacher thought he was shy, and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, just draw whatever you want."

At this time, the doll-headed girl beside Lin Luo had already started to write.

When the teacher saw it, he smiled and said, "Student, do you have a foundation?"

The baby head shyly said: "No, I just often look at my grandpa's paintings at home."

"So that's the case, then you are quite talented." The female teacher praised.

Wawatou was praised for his talent for drawing since he was a child. After hearing this, he felt a little complacent. He turned to Lin Luo and said, "Student, don't worry about drawing. Drawing is very simple, so don't be embarrassed."

Lin Luo nodded, thought for two seconds, picked up a pen and dipped a little blue paint, and wrote.

Lin Luo drew a piece of sea. The sea surface at night was dark blue with rough waves. A full moon hung in the sky, casting endless brilliance.

That was the sea and the moonlight last night.

Inexplicably, the scene of Jing Yu's dark pupils staring at him under the moonlight popped up in his mind.

If Lin Luo remembered well, he should have drawn this sea many years ago.

When Lin Luo finished his work in one go, he put down his brush with satisfaction.

Although due to objective reasons such as canvas, paint, and brushes, the final effect of this painting is far from what he expected, but ten years have passed, and his techniques have not become unfamiliar.

Lin Luo rubbed his hands—it was because the original owner was too weak, and after finishing a painting, he was actually a little tired.

"Student, have you finished drawing?"

Suddenly a voice came from his ear, Lin Luo was startled, turned his head to look, and found that the female teacher was standing behind him, her eyes were full of the surprise of "I found a treasure" and the shock of "Is this a genius?" .

"Ah, yes." Lin Luo said, "The painting is finished."

Then he found that apart from the female teacher, that doll head, other people in the class, and even the man with glasses just now were all watching him draw, all of them were full of disbelief.