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

Lin Luo was startled, almost thinking that he was recognized.

But immediately knew it was impossible.

Presumably, Geng Yun only asked this question because his painting style was extremely similar to Lin Luo's, and they both came from Yunhai City.

Lin Luo said as he once said to Jing Yu:

"There have been some contacts."

Without waiting for Geng Yun to ask, Lin Luo explained by himself: "When I was young, I met Lin Luo who went to the beach to sketch. I saw him draw. Later, I became familiar with him. He guided me."

"So it's like this..." Geng Yun nodded, showing a reminiscing expression.

"It's rare to meet someone who knows him in this world."

Although Lin Luo's uncle and aunt were still alive, Lin Luo had only a normal relationship with them during his lifetime, and they seldom interacted with them after he became an adult.

They didn't know much about Lin Luo, they only thought Lin Luo was a troublesome child.

And Lin Luo seldom interacted with others, so that for a person who died at such a young age, he couldn't find anyone to talk to Lin Luo after he left.

"Actually, after you took the school exam, the teachers of the college once saw your work and gathered together to discuss your painting."

Geng Yun suddenly said that for no reason.

"Huh?" Lin Luo was taken aback.

"As an art student, you should know," Geng Yun said, "In our school's school examination, every paper has to be graded and judged by many teachers, especially the high-scoring papers."

Lin Luo was not an art student, but he probably guessed it, and he replied in a low voice: "Yes."

"At that time, the school was mainly divided into two opinions. Some teachers thought that your paintings were completely replicas of Lin Luo. Although the skills are superb, they don't have the slightest bit of your personality, so it is not recommended to give too high a score."

The art school examination pays more attention to the personality of the students.

"But some teachers said that your paintings are not without personality." Geng Yun looked at Lin Luo's young face and smiled, "You are more lively than him."

Lin Luo was taken aback, in fact, he didn't feel much of this himself.

The difference is so subtle that it is often difficult for him, as the person concerned, to notice.

"Besides, your basic skills are much better than other students. In the end, I decided to give you a high score."

It turned out that there was such a story behind his first place in the school exam. Lin Luo was a little surprised, and sincerely said to Geng Yun, "Thank you, teacher."

Geng Yun smiled and shook his head: "I said this not to let you thank me, but to let you know that you can't paint like this."

"Since Lin Luo's works became popular, there have indeed been many followers in the market. It seems that as long as you are like Lin Luo, you are a good painter. If others don't understand, it means that others have aesthetic problems."

Geng Yun is also quite helpless about some chaos in the art circle.

"But you are still so young, you have come to Gome, you have enough time and energy to see and learn more, and you don't have to restrain yourself."

"I hope you don't disappoint me."

Hearing this, Lin Luo was startled again.

Years ago, Geng Yun had said similar things to him.He said that he admired his own works and hoped that Lin Luo would persevere and not give up easily.

Seeing the white hair on Geng Yun's head and the wrinkles on his face, Lin Luo felt a little sour.

During his lifetime, Geng Yun gave him a lot of encouragement and guidance, Lin Luo benefited a lot and always remembered it in his heart.

"I see, thank you teacher." Lin Luo said seriously.

Geng Yun smiled: "I am old and like to preach, you young people, don't get bored."

"How come?" Lin Luo asked, "I will draw well."

"Well," Geng Yun nodded, changed his voice, and talked about Lin Luo again, "Can you tell me about the process of getting to know him?"

"of course."

It can be seen that Geng Yun really misses himself as a "student" who only got along with him for a short period of time, and Lin Luo is willing to share his life with him.

He picked some trivial things that the world doesn't know, and told Geng Yun.

Geng Yun listened, smiling until the corners of his eyes wrinkled, he was both happy and regretful: "It's a pity... If he is still alive, he is only in his early forties now."

41. Lin Luo answered in his heart.

"As long as everyone remembers his paintings, he will always be alive." Lin Luo comforted Geng Yun.

After the two chatted, Lin Luo watched Geng Yun leave, and a person jumped out from behind him.

"Lin Nuo!"

Lin Luo turned around and found that it was their class monitor, Zhu Xiyue, that jk girl.

Zhu Xiyue smiled at him, and looked in the direction Geng Yun left: "What did Teacher Geng talk to you about?"

"About Lin Luo?" Before Lin Luo answered, Zhu Xiyue guessed.

"En." Lin Luo nodded.

Zhu Xiyue said with emotion: "I heard that after Lin Luo passed away, Teacher Geng attended his funeral."

"At that time, Lin Luo was not well-known, and there were very few people at the funeral. Mr. Geng was probably the only one in the art world who went to mourn him."

Lin Luo didn't know this: "You know them well?"

"Not really," Zhu Xiyue smiled, "but I really appreciate Lin Luo's paintings."

"To be honest, when I saw your painting, I thought it was drawn by Lin Luo while he was still alive. The style of the painting is so similar, it's really amazing."

After a brief chat, Zhu Xiyue revealed her purpose:

"What are you going to do after class this afternoon?"

Lin Luo thought for a while: "Painting?"

Zhu Xiyue smiled and said, "Where are you going to paint, how about we go together?"

"No more," Lin Luo said, "I like to draw by myself."

"Can we communicate?" Zhu Xiyue begged, "Huahua can't be done behind closed doors."

Lin Luo originally planned to refuse, but when he thought that he wanted to change his painting style and start anew, he really needed to see and observe more, so he agreed.

There was only one class in the afternoon. After class, Lin Luo put on his easel and went out.

Mao Jun asked him what he was doing, and Lin Luo said he was going to draw.

Mao Junyi heard: "The relationship is good, let's go together!"

"Let's go, let's go," Mao Jun pulled Xia Wenqiu, "Let's go and paint together."

Don't worry, there is a class in this session, but I'm not here.

Therefore, when Lin Luo arrived in front of the complex building with his easel on his back and brought two roommates, and saw Zhu Xiyue, except for Lin Luo, the other three were stunned.

Seeing the two roommates behind him, Zhu Xiyue opened her mouth and was speechless for a while.

Mao Jun and Xia Wenqiu opened their mouths wide, and found that things seemed to be different from what they thought.

The co-author Lin Luo is not alone, but has an appointment with the squad leader?

Mao Jun looked at Xia Wenqiu and signaled with his eyes: ... Nuonuo is here to date the monitor?

Xia Wenqiu frowned: Probably not.

Mao Jun: So this is it?

Xia Wenqiu: I don't know.

But Zhu Xiyue was only stunned for a moment, then she smiled and said nonchalantly, "In that case, let's go."

Under Zhu Xiyue's leadership, the three of them arrived at a... garbage dump.

It is said that after the construction of the school, garbage such as discarded building materials was piled up.

Neither Mao Jun nor Xia Wenqiu expected that the squad leader would choose this place when he saw a cute girl.

However, Mao Jun felt that the squad leader seemed to have more personality.

Lin Luo looked normal, and didn't think there was anything wrong. He put down the easel in front of the garbage dump, raised his head, and observed the garbage.

Both Mao Jun and Xia Wenqiu practice basic skills and draw sketches.

Lin Luo and Zhu Xiyue planned to paint oil paintings, carrying oil paints and brushes.

However, Lin Luo stood in front of the garbage dump for a long time, meditating all the time, but he still didn't start writing.

He stood until it was dark, Mao Jun and Xia Wenqiu's sketches were finished, but Lin Luo still hadn't moved a single stroke.

Finally, both Xia Wenqiu and Mao Jun gathered around, looked at his blank canvas, and expressed doubts:

"Nonuo, what are you thinking?"

Lin Luo was deep in thought, but did not answer.

It wasn't until Zhu Xiyue finished her creation that she turned her head to look at Lin Luo's canvas, and she was not surprised to see it was blank.

The three of them waited together for half an hour before seeing Lin Luo put down his paintbrush.

However, he only painted a few strokes on the canvas, then stopped, and began to bow his head to collect things.

"What's the matter, Nuonuo?" Mao Jun was puzzled, "Isn't your writing very good, why don't you continue to draw?"

"Not good." Lin Luo glanced at the canvas, his color choice was too "Lin Luo".

After chatting with Geng Yun at noon, Lin Luo became more determined to change his painting style.

It was precisely because of Geng Yun's high evaluation of Lin Luo and his expectations for Lin Nuo that Lin Luo could not rest on his laurels and be satisfied with Lin Luo's achievements.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of life?

But how easy is it to change the style of painting that he has painted all his life?

Lin Luo thought about it all afternoon, but couldn't think of anything, so he could only choose not to draw for the time being.

"Go back." Lin Luo said, "I won't draw anymore."

Zhu Xiyue seemed to understand something, she didn't try to dissuade her, she just said: "Then can I ask you to paint some other day?"

Lin Luo glanced back at her, this girl was very quiet, and - Lin Luo looked at Zhu Xiyue's painting just now, and nodded: "Yes."

Unexpectedly, Zhu Xiyue looks cute and pure, but her painting style is so wild.

Thick lines, bold and vibrant colors—very brutalist.

Moreover, as far as he knows, art students who have just entered their freshman year will have a strong pre-examination thinking, and the things they draw have the feeling of being produced on an assembly line.

But Zhu Xiyue didn't have much.

Her paintings still have their own distinctive personality. It is estimated that the entrance examination scores will not be too high, but they should be very popular with American teachers.

Zhu Xiyue laughed immediately: "Okay, I'll ask you out another day."

"Then can I still participate?" Mao Jun looked over.

Zhu Xiyue was stunned for a moment, but Lin Luo had already answered: "Yes."

Lin Luo agreed, and Zhu Xiyue couldn't refuse anymore, so she nodded.

Both Mao Jun and Lin Luo were there, so Xia Wenqiu couldn't be absent.

Thus, the original two-person world in Zhu Xiyue's mind has since become a four-person world.

After returning to the dormitory, Mao Jun asked Lin Luo:

"Nonuo, why don't you draw this afternoon?"

Lin Luo said: "I don't feel it."

Bie Ge poked his head out of the bed: "Did you go out to draw in the afternoon?"

"Yes," Mao Jun said with an embarrassed smile, "We were supposed to watch Nuonuo go out to paint, so we followed suit. I didn't expect that it was Nuonuo who was invited by the squad leader."

"Squad leader Yoononuo draws?" Bie Yige laughed, "What are you mixing with?"

"Didn't you know before you went?" Mao Jun said.

Xia Wenqiu: "Then you know now, why do you still ask to go later?"

Mao Jun glanced at Lin Luo, a little embarrassed: "...I don't think Nuonuo likes her either."

All three of them smiled knowingly.

At this time, Xia Wenqiu's cell phone rang suddenly, and he took the cell phone and ran out secretly.

This is not the first time Xia Wenqiu has done this.

Both Mao Jun and Bie Yige guessed that he had a girlfriend, but Lin Luo didn't explain it to them. It's better for Xia Wenqiu to talk about it himself.

But when Xia Wenqiu ran to call his boyfriend, he couldn't help but think of Jing Yu.

Perhaps because of a tacit understanding, when he was thinking about love, a message popped up on his phone:

"The first day of class today, how do you feel?"

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