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

After Jing Yu went downstairs, she walked to the open space in front of the dormitory building, thinking of Lin Luo, she couldn't help but look back.

All I could see was an empty window.

He smiled helplessly, a little self-deprecating.

He didn't know that behind the curtain, Lin Luo was hiding there in shock.

"It's so dangerous... I was almost discovered." The boy clutched the curtain.

After Jing Yu left, Lin Luo sent Xia Wenqiu a message asking him to come back.

Not long after, Xia Wenqiu came back. When he opened the door, he looked around and saw that Lin Luo was the only one in the dormitory, which was quite strange:

"So fast?"

Lin Luo was puzzled: "Why so fast?"

"Uh, no..." Xia Wenqiu said, "I mean why did your brother leave so quickly?"

"It's rare for him to see you. I thought he would stay a little longer."

The corners of Lin Luo's lips curled up slightly, he smiled, lowered his head to draw a sketch, and said, "He's busy with work, so I asked him to go back."

"Also, he's not my brother."

"Who is that?" Xia Wenqiu took advantage of the situation and asked.

"Friend?" Lin Luo thought for a while, then added, "We are still friends now."

Maybe not in the future.

Xia Wenqiu got stuck: "Are you still...friends?"

"Otherwise?" Lin Luo asked back.

Xia Wenqiu: "..."

"I thought..." Xia Wenqiu whispered, "You two are dating."

Lin Luo paused, a little surprised.

Xia Wenqiu thought he was angry, and hurriedly said, "It's just that when I came to report that day, I saw you two chatting in the bathroom, and the atmosphere seemed to be... well, you understand."

At that time, the two stood facing each other, Lin Luo lowered his head, Jing Yu touched Lin Luo's ear, and said "I'm sorry, I won't do it again", they didn't look like ordinary friends or brothers.

Xia Wenqiu was a little embarrassed: "I didn't peek on purpose, and I never told anyone. Only I know."

Lin Luo cast a funny glance at Xia Wenqiu:

"What are you in a hurry?"

"You can see it when you see it."

Lin Luo didn't care too much, it wasn't something shady.

He likes Jingyu, he is so aboveboard.

"You..." Xia Wenqiu scratched his head, "Aren't you afraid of being known?"

"What's there to be afraid of?" Lin Luo was puzzled, "I didn't break the law."

Xia Wenqiu smiled embarrassedly: "Yes."

When this topic was mentioned, Lin Luo became interested instead, and asked Xia Wenqiu:

"Then do you think he likes me?"

Just asking this question made Lin Luo's heart skip a beat, and his adrenaline was crazily secreted.

Xia Wenqiu was taken aback, and replied: "Of course, otherwise, why would I feel that you two are dating?"

"The way he looks at you..." Xia Wenqiu pursed his lips and smiled, "Anyone with a discerning eye will know it at a glance."

Lin Luo smiled, and tapped the pencil on the paper:

"I think so too."

Jing Yu was so kind to him, how could he not like him?

But I was a little worried, whether this kind of concern was directed at the "brother".

But no matter what, Lin Luo would not give up lightly.

Having said all this, Lin Luo also gossiped: "The person who called you that day, um, the person who wrote the note as brother, is really your brother?"

In the past, Xia Wenqiu would definitely say yes.

But just now Lin Luo told him openly about his relationship with Jing Yu, it would not be appropriate for Xia Wenqiu to lie and hide.

"This..." Mentioning that person, Xia Wenqiu couldn't help but smile, and whispered, "It's my boyfriend."

Lin Luo's curiosity was completely ignited, and he asked, "When did you start dating? Who chased whom, and who confessed?"

"The relationship was confirmed after the college entrance examination." Xia Wenqiu said, "He chased me, and he confessed."

Xia Wenqiu, who is not very talkative, talked more involuntarily when he talked about his boyfriend.

"He is a year older than me, and he is now a sophomore, staying at our local university."

"When he was a freshman and I was in my third year of high school, he often sneaked to school to visit me and bring me food."

"Then you are in a different place now?" Lin Luo frowned.

"That's right..." Xia Wenqiu felt a little downcast, "He got angry with me because of my entrance exam for the United States."

"Actually, there is a good academy of fine arts in our local area, but I just want to come to Gome."

"Why?" Lin Luo was puzzled, "Isn't it different for other art schools?"

"Of course it's different." Xia Wenqiu said, "Gome's oil painting department is the best, and there is also Mr. Geng Yun. I heard that Lin Luo studied with Mr. Geng Yun back then."

"Teacher Geng Yun still has Lin Luo's paintings in his collection."

"Both of them are painters I admire very much, and they are the goals I pursue."

When it comes to Geng Yun and Lin Luo, Xia Wenqiu's eyes are full of yearning.

Lin Luo is the goal pursued by most contemporary painters.

Who wouldn't want to become a world-renowned painter like Lin Luo?

When it comes to himself, Lin Luo is a little subtle, feeling both emotional and proud.

He is also the target of young painters.

"What about you?" Xia Wenqiu asked, "Why did you go to the United States?"

Lin Luo blinked and blinked: "...It's also because of Mr. Geng Yun."

He had studied with Geng Yun in his previous life, and he still wanted to study with him in this life.

Lin Luo was not that familiar with other art academies, so he naturally came to Gome.

Moreover, Lin Luo feels that he likes this place very much after coming here these days.

"It seems that the school has to pay Mr. Geng Yun a endorsement fee." Xia Wenqiu joked.

"By the way, Nuonuo, your painting style is so similar to Lin Luo, how did you do it?"

After exchanging a "secret", the relationship between the two became closer, and Xia Wenqiu dared to speak out all the doubts in his heart.

"I heard that the painting circulating on the Internet is the first time you painted an oil painting. Is it true?"

Lin Luo was a little embarrassed, scratching his head and said, "That's just a gimmick for their publicity, but it's not strictly speaking."

...It can only let the painting world bear the blame of exaggerated propaganda.

Back in the world of painting, there was no way to deceive people. His family’s family background was like that, and he knew it just by asking around. How could he have the money to buy paints and paint oil paintings?

But now that he said that he could paint like that for the first time in oil painting, Lin Luo felt that he still didn't have such a thick skin.

He is a veteran who has been painting for more than [-] years pretending to be a pure newcomer, so he is somewhat bullying.

"Like Lin Luo, because I like his paintings, I would imitate them at the very beginning, just like imitating them." Lin Luo said, "But now I'm already trying to figure out my own style of painting."

Lin Luo wants to start anew in the art world as Lin Nuo.

From this day on, the relationship between the two officially broke the ice, and it was no longer as estranged as it was at the beginning.

After Lin Luo recovered from his leg injury, he returned to the team to continue training.

And because Xia Wenqiu never relapsed again, he went to the logistics department to repair the ponytail. After all, he still needs military training points-if he doesn't train this year, he will have to train next year, otherwise he won't be able to graduate, and going to the logistics department can replace training.

The one-month training is over, and the new students officially start school.

Lin Luo looked at his timetable. Usually, the first half day was cultural classes, including art history and art theory, and the second half day was professional classes, that is, painting.

There are only twenty people in their class, not many people.

The first class of school started at 06:30 in the morning, Xia Wenqiu got up at [-]:[-], woke up both Lin Luo and Mao Jun, and urged them to wash up and have breakfast, so as not to be late.

Under Xia Wenqiu's urging, the three sat in the classroom at 07:30, half an hour before class.

However, there are already many people in the classroom.

The freshmen were all excited and looking forward to it, forming small groups one after another, talking together.

The first class is art history.

At [-]:[-], the teacher came, a middle-aged lady with rimless glasses and short curly hair.

She skillfully inserted the U disk into the computer, opened the ppt, but did not start the lecture.

In the first class of freshmen, they usually don't learn much. The female teacher usually asks the whole class to stand up and introduce themselves one by one.

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感谢在2021-07-0417:14:35~2021-07-0515:41:46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 who threw the grenade: 1 Liutingfeng;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: the emperor is on the 10th bottle;

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