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

Jing's mother's gentle and elegant appearance in front of people disappeared.

Jing Yu asked a rhetorical question, and her sensitive and fragile heart was hurt.

"I'm your mother." Mother Jing's lips with bright lipstick trembled, her eyes were full of hurt, "Why do you talk to me like this, treating me like an enemy?"

After all, this is his mother, Jing Yu frowned slightly, he could only slow down his tone, and sighed:

"I didn't regard you as an enemy. It's just why did you suddenly talk about it?"

"I just heard that you are very close to him, so I just wanted to ask you." Jing's mother said, "I am your mother. Is there anything wrong with asking about your life's important events? Can't I ask?"

Her victim's tone and a series of questions gave Jing Yu a headache.

"You can ask. I also answered, I am close to him."

"and then?"

Mother Jing: "Do you like him?"

Jing Yu frowned: "Where did you hear that? That's not the case."

Jing Yu denied it so quickly, but Jing's mother became suspicious: "No? Then why did you make a special trip to school to pick him up for dinner and send him back, busy all day for him?"

"You spend more time with him than with me."

Jing Yu explained: "You can treat him as my brother, it doesn't mean that I like whoever I get close to."

"But it's easy for others to misunderstand you." Mother Jing said, "What if the boy misunderstood? What if he likes you, or has any thoughts about you, and your behavior gives others hope?"

Jing Yu originally didn't want to discuss Lin Nuo's matter with his mother.

But his mother's words entered his heart.

He kept saying that Lin Nuo was his younger brother, and he only regarded Lin Nuo as his younger brother, but he knew it was not true.

At least, Nuonuo didn't regard him as an elder brother.

He also knows what he should do, but he can't help it.

"What's more, with a family like his," Jing's mother folded her arms and smiled, with some contempt in her words, "Who knows what it is for you to get so close to you?"

Jing's mother found out that Lin Luo's father was a gambler who had just entered prison, and her mother was a stall seller of pancakes and fruits.

"You don't need to do charity to support those poor painters all day long, but you can't even do this kind of charity."

This is a bit harsh.

Jing Yu couldn't stand others saying Lin Luo:

"Nonuo is not that kind of person."

"He didn't plot anything against me, and I basically didn't spend money on him."

"Didn't you spend any money on him?" Jing's mother didn't believe it, "Didn't you buy him the house outside the school?"

"Really not." Jing Yu said, "He bought it himself."

"He has money."

"He has a Lin Luo collection at home, and he sold it at the beginning of the year. He is not short of money. So it is impossible to plot against me."

Jing's mother was stunned for a while, she didn't expect this to happen again, and asked in doubt: "Then why is his mother setting up a stall?"

"Just find something to do." Jing Yu said, "Anyway, being idle at home is idle."

"Is that so...?" Jing's mother fell into deep thought, although she didn't understand why someone would set up a stall if they had nothing to do.

"But even so, it doesn't prove that he doesn't want your money." Mother Jing still doesn't like Lin Luo very much, "A painting is worth tens of millions at most. May use you as a cash cow."

"In short, you'd better stay away from others and avoid contact."

"His father is in jail, so he probably isn't a good bird."

"His father is his father, Nuonuo is a good boy, not like his father." Jing Yu once again clarified for Lin Luo.

"How long have you known him? There is a distance between people's hearts. Children nowadays are not simple. Don't think that he is innocent and careless when he is young." Jing's mother said angrily.

Jing Yu's explanation had no effect at all, and Jing Yu knew that nothing else he said would be of any use.

His mother was a stubborn person who only believed what she wanted to believe.

This kind of conversation is completely useless, making Jing Yu a little tired.

"I know it myself." Jing Yu rubbed his forehead.

Since Jing Yu was a child, Jing's mother has been in control of everything in his life, and it was she who was determined not to let Jing Yu go to Yunhai City to meet Lin Luo, thinking that the outside world was full of dangers.

Not to mention going to other provinces to find an unknown little painter, even if Jing Yu wanted to travel with Leng Xinglan, he had to be accompanied by an adult, otherwise he would not be allowed.

Otherwise, Jing Yu might see the living Lin Luo himself.

This has become his lifelong regret.

"What do you mean you know what you know?" Mother Jing raised her voice, "I'm reminding you, not discussing with you."

It's coming again, Jing Yu thought plainly, so he didn't want to go home.

Jing Yu didn't want to argue with her mother, it was pointless.

No more attempts to communicate.

If we could communicate, we would have communicated long ago.

So he just said lightly: "Got it."

"Does Mom have anything else to do? If not, I have to go to the company."

Jing's mother was displeased: "How long have you been home and you are in a hurry to leave? You have spent more time with that boy than Mom."

"How long has it been since you came back to see me, can't you stay longer?"

"Leave after dinner."

If Jing Yu disagrees, Jing's mother will definitely make him agree.

So Jing Yu didn't waste that effort to refuse, and agreed: "Okay."

Mother Jing was really happy when she heard that, so she called Leng Xinglan and asked him to come over for dinner.

Leng Xinglan has a wild personality, wandering outside all day, spent most of the year abroad, and only came back a while ago.

In the evening, having dinner with Jing's father and Jing's mother, Leng Xinglan took Jing, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, to the balcony to watch the moon, and the two brothers chatted.

Leng Xinglan was very interested in Lin Nuo, whom Jing's mother had been talking about at the dinner table just now, and lay on the beach chair and asked Jing Yu:

"Is it the kid from last year?"

"I met him once at the time, and I saw that you cared about him." Leng Xinglan turned to look at Jing Yu, and said with a smile, "I didn't expect that even my aunt knew about it now."

"Are you really tempted?"

Otherwise, how could a poor little painter make Jing's mother talk non-stop?

"Nothing." Jing Yu still denied it calmly, "I only regard Nuonuo as my younger brother."

Leng Xinglan shrugged: "I hope you agree with what you say."

"Otherwise, when you two really date, I will laugh at you."

Jing Yu glanced at him: "Do you think I'm as good at meat and vegetables as you are, and I can be any kind of person?"

"Why am I not taboo about meat and vegetables?" Leng Xinglan yelled.

Seeing Jing Yu's serious expression, Leng Xinglan suddenly smiled, and said viciously: "At least, I won't touch that little friend of yours, will I? I'm still moral."

Jing Yu narrowed his eyes and warned, "How dare you."

"Don't dare dare," Leng Xinglan said, "A friend's wife should not be bullied, I still understand this truth."

"He is not……"

"However, if you just treat him as a younger brother, then I won't be polite." Leng Xinglan added.

Jing Yu: "..."

Leng Xinglan rubbed his chin and thought back: "I think that kid is quite cute, and his waist is quite thin..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly felt someone's eyes turn cold, Leng Xinglan coughed lightly: "Didn't you say that you only treat him as a younger brother, can I imagine it?"

"No." Jing Yu was very domineering, "I won't allow my younger brother to associate with people like you."

"What's wrong with a person like me?" Leng Xinglan yelled again.

"Shameless."

Before Leng Xinglan could tell, Jing Yu's cell phone rang suddenly.

He looked down, it was from Lin Nuo.

Leng Xinglan also came over and saw the note on the caller ID:

"Little genius."

"Who is this?"

"That kid in your family?"

Jing Yu glanced at him warningly: don't make a sound.

Then he got up and walked to the window sill to answer the phone:

"Hello, Nuonuo?"