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

Jing Yu paused, and his gaze involuntarily fell on Lin Luo's lips.

Lin Luo was still urging: "Hurry up, don't you even want a piece of stinky tofu?"

Jing Yu stuck a piece of stinky tofu with a toothpick given by the store, and fed it to Lin Luo's mouth.

Lin Luo took a bite, smiled at him, stood up and said, "Let's go, go and see where he used to be."

Lin Luo casually threw the empty bowl into the trash can and walked ahead.

Jing Yu hadn't recovered yet, and instinctively followed behind him.

"Actually, I used to come here with Lin Luo often." Lin Luo said, "Occasionally he would squat on the side of the street and draw pictures."

"Don't look at how dilapidated this street is now, it used to be very beautiful."

"It's also very beautiful now." Jing Yu said.

"Huh?" Lin Luo turned around.

Jing Yu said: "It's full of life, and feels like a city's legacy."

The air is filled with the smell of stinky tofu, grilled skewers, and roasted sweet potatoes... People coming and going, talking, laughing, old weathered walls, rusty iron windows, etc., all these together constitute Such a scroll.

Lin Luo walked around and found a hot pot restaurant with a familiar name.

Looking again, there was still a signboard on the hotpot restaurant, saying that it was the hotpot restaurant where Lin Luo worked.

The business of this store is booming, there are many people in it, and a chain store has been opened, and this is the main store.

Walking into the store, there are paintings of myself hanging on the walls.

Lin Luo was a little dumbfounded, he didn't expect that he could use it as a signboard.

"He really worked in this store?" Jing Yu asked.

Lin Luo nodded, looking around at the decoration of the hot pot restaurant, with a look of loss and nostalgia.

Everything has changed here.

The decor has changed, and so have the people.

The original boss probably won't be free to come to the store to do it himself now.

But yes, so what if you meet someone, he is not Lin Luo, and the other party will not know him.

Lin Luo took Jing Yu for a walk around the neighborhood where he used to live, and finally found a stationery store, where he bought a pencil and a stack of sketch paper, sat on the side of the street, and started drawing.

Tangtang, the president of Yuguang Group, sat beside him without any image, watching his paintings.

After drawing for a long time, Jing Yu found something was wrong.

Looking closer, he asked, "What are you painting?"

"Can't you see it?" Lin Luo asked back.

Jing Yu frowned, this round bowl, cube-shaped tofu, and coriander...

The corner of Jing Yu's mouth twitched slightly: "Stinky tofu?"

Lin Luo nodded as a matter of course: "Yes."

Jing Yu: "..."

Lin Luo said: "I will send it to you when the painting is finished."

Jing Yu hesitated to speak.

Lin Luo said again: "My paintings are not easy to give away, you can be content."

Jing Yu couldn't laugh or cry: "Okay, then thank the great artist Nuonuo for his gift."

By the time Lin Luo finished painting this painting, the sun was already setting.

Lin Luo closed the pen, and wrote the word "Lin Nuo" in the lower right corner.

Then he patted the painting in Jing Yu's arms.

He stood up, patted the ashes on his buttocks, looked at the red sunset again, and stretched himself.

"It's so late." Lin Luo was a little surprised.

Jing Yu looked down at the painting in his hand, and said with a smile, "I told you to go out to play with you, so you just ate street food for half a day and sat and drew for half a day."

"Let me show you where Lin Luo used to live," Lin Luo said, "Don't you like him very much, aren't you curious about his life before his death?"

"I like it." Jing Yu said, "Thank you."

"If you know more about Lin Luo, I'd like to know."

"Now you don't suspect that I'm lying?" Lin Luo asked with a smile.

In fact, thinking rationally, Jing Yu doesn't think that a child can remember things more than ten years ago so clearly.

But everything Lin Luo said was so natural, and there were many details, which made people feel very real, and they couldn't help but believe it.

Later, he asked someone to check to see if what Lin Luo said was true, and he would naturally know if he was lying.

Jing Yu believed his Nuonuo didn't.

"I don't doubt it anymore." Jing Yu said.

After that day, Jing Yu took back the picture of stinky tofu that Lin Luo had given him, and specially made a frame for it, and hung it in his office, next to Lin Luo's "Sea".

In fact, Jing Yu has already had people identify the creation age of "Sea".

The appraisal results show that the creation time of this painting is no more than one year.

Of course, whether this painting was painted by Lin Luo or not is not so important from a commercial point of view.Jing Yu said it was genuine and it was.

But what is more important to Jing Yu is another matter.

Jing Yu looked at the two paintings hanging on the wall.

A piece of "Sea" worth [-] million yuan, and a sketch of "Stinky Tofu" drawn by Nuo Nuo, if they are sold, they are worthless.

But these two paintings are similar no matter how they look, although one is a sketch and the other is an oil painting.

He even felt that Nuonuo wasn't imitating, he was painting in that style.

However, how can there be two people with exactly the same painting style in the world?

Why does Nuonuo know Lin Luo so well?He even knows what he likes to eat.

Jing Yu remembered the first time he met Lin Nuo.

On the beach that night, the first time he saw Lin Nuo, he thought this young man looked like Lin Luo.

Their eyes, expressions, tone of voice...Jing Yu opened his pocket watch and looked at Lin Luo's photo in the pocket watch.

It was as if Lin Luo had come back to life in this young man named Lin Nuo.

Thinking of this, Jing Yu smiled helplessly, shook his head, and threw away this unrealistic idea.

……

In a blink of an eye, the three-month holiday has passed.

In mid-September, Lin Luo went north to Beijing to attend university.

On the day of reporting, Feng Juan and Jing Yu sent Lin Luo to school together.

Jing Yu's home was originally in the capital, and he drove the mother and son to the gate of Gome, helped Lin Luo pull the suitcase, and reported to the Oil Painting Department.

As soon as they got out of the car, the three of them attracted the attention of passers-by.

Jing Yu is too eye-catching.

He is tall and has long legs, standing in the crowd, he stands out from the crowd.

Lin Luo was still wearing simple short-sleeved shorts and sneakers, and her hair was also short black. She had a youthful look on her body—this was so rare in the oil painting department.

Looking around, the hair of the students in the oil painting department is colorful and colorful. There are all kinds of colors, but black hair is rare.

This is mainly because Feng Juan refused.

Of course, Lin Luo actually didn't have high requirements for his appearance.

As for clothes, it’s good to be comfortable and simple, and it’s good to have simple hair.

Apart from painting and Jingyu and mother, nothing else is important.

"Admission letter." In the tent of the oil painting department, a senior with medium-length curly hair and wearing long skirt and stockings stretched out her hand to Lin Luo.

After completing the report, the senior sister smiled and glanced at Jing Yu beside him, pointed in another direction, and whispered softly:

"Go over there to get the quilt and check in for accommodation."

However, although this senior sister is beautiful, her voice is a bit rough.

"Thank you, senior." Lin Luo said.

Just as he was about to leave, a female voice suddenly came in and said pleasantly:

"Brother Jing Yu?!"

Lin Luo turned his head and saw a tall girl with pink hair, wearing a short skirt, and said to Jing Yu:

"Are you here to see me?"