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

"White paint?" The drunk Bie Yige also came over to join in the fun.

Looking at the white paint in the cabinet, it is also lying on it, and the puller can't move:

"A lot of white paint, enough for me to use for a long time, I want Nuo Nuo."

Lin Luo had no choice but to say, "Okay, okay, you guys go take a shower and sleep first, if you want white paint, I'll send it to you tomorrow."

Their eyes lit up, and they agreed, "Okay, okay!"

The sober Xia Wenqiu looked a little funny.

His family background was the most common among the four people in the dormitory. His family couldn't afford to buy him such expensive oil paints or acrylic paints as Lin Luo, and they always used the cheapest ones.

After finally coaxing the two drunks to sleep, Lin Luo asked Bie Yige to sleep with Mao Jun, and Xia Wenqiu to sleep in the master bedroom.

In the middle of the night, when the two were lying on the bed, Xia Wenqiu was lying on the soft two-meter bed, unable to sleep.

He had never slept in such a comfortable and big bed, nor had he been covered with such a soft and warm quilt.

He was a little envious of Lin Luo, thinking that he must become a great painter, earn a lot of money in the future, and buy such a beautiful house as Lin Luo's.

"Nuo Nuo," Xia Wenqiu turned around, facing Lin Luo, and asked, "Why does your aunt go to set up a stall to sell pancakes and fruits when your family is so rich?"

This question is probably asked by everyone.

"My original intention was to let her pass the time," Lin Luo said, "Our family just moved to the capital recently. She is not familiar with the place and has nothing to do here, so she will be bored."

"So that's how it is." Xia Wenqiu said with a smile, "Sometimes it feels like you are very mature, not like a student."

"Sometimes I feel that you are naive, like a child."

Lin Luo frowned: "How to say?"

Xia Wenqiu: "Especially every time I meet Jing."

Lin Luo: "..."

When mentioning Jing Yu, Lin Luo was a little embarrassed.

"Hey," Xia Wenqiu looked at Lin Luo through the light outside the window, and asked, "How did you know Jing Yu?"

"Although your family is quite rich, but Jing Yu should... be from two worlds, right?"

This is a bit sad to say, but it is true.

The current Lin Luo and Jing Yu, if not because of "Lin Luo", the two people might not have any relationship.

"Well, we met at the beach." Lin Luo roughly talked about the scene when he and Jing Yu first met.

The two teenagers were lying on the bed whispering and discussing the person they like, which made Lin Luo feel a little strange.

He seems to have become an ordinary college student, went to school in an ordinary way, and met someone he likes in an ordinary way.

He is Lin Luo, but not Lin Luo.

Xia Wenqiu chuckled softly, "It's very romantic."

Lin Luo: "..."

In fact, I didn't think it was romantic at first.

At that time, he had just had a fight with his father, and he was full of anger. How could it be romantic?

But looking back now, Jing Yu was like a ray of moonlight on the sea that night, suddenly shining into his gloomy life.

Since then, his life has been changed.

He was no longer trapped in poverty, no longer dragged down by his scumbag father, he was admitted to the school he wanted, and lived the life he wanted.

Just like what he dreamed of in his previous life.

Lin Luo cherishes every day in Gome now.

He likes his roommates, his classmates (except Miao Sujun), the teachers here, the plants and trees here, and the free environment and atmosphere here.

Everyone can do what they like, as long as it does not violate morality and law.

The teacher will not cast a strange eye on your fancy clothes, but encourages students to pursue individuality.

The classroom is no longer a rigid teacher lecturing on it, and the students are drowsy below.

"It's very romantic." Lin Luo whispered, "What about you, you and your boyfriend..."

Before Lin Luo finished speaking, he heard the sound of even breathing coming from beside him.

Xia Wenqiu fell asleep.

Lin Luo looked at Xia Wenqiu's peaceful face after he fell asleep, and suddenly realized that in less than a year, he seemed to have changed a lot.

At least in his previous life, he had never been lying on the bed with his friends like this, exchanging some secret thoughts.

He hid alone in his basement, accompanied by paintings all day long, and rarely communicated with others.

But it feels good now too.

In the afternoon of the second day, I took professional classes, painting still lifes.

Lin Luo and the other three were sitting next to each other, looking at the apples, dragon fruit, peaches, and red roses in the red vase that the teacher had placed on the table, on the red tablecloth, and fell into deep thought.

"This is...too terrible." Mao Jun bit his finger in pain.

Xia Wenqiu took it for granted.

They are all red, with different textures and different shades of red. It is very challenging to paint it well.

This is not too difficult for Lin Luo, his sensitivity to color can be said to be unmatched by others, coupled with more than [-] years of daily practice, this is just a small case for him.

Watching Lin Luo squeeze out paint, color on the palette, and start to paint with ease and ease, the two of them leaned over to watch.

Watch and marvel:

"Can you still match colors like this?"

"This color is also very beautiful."

Xia Wenqiu was also very envious: "When I was training before, the teacher didn't talk about the color palette in detail, and asked us to draw every day. I felt like a painting machine, and I didn't have any aesthetics at all."

"Nonuo, how did the teacher teach you during your previous training camps? Your aesthetics are too good."

Lin Luo said while drawing, "I haven't trained before."

"No training camp?!" Mao Jun and Xia Wenqiu exclaimed at the same time.

"Ah."

"Then how did you get into Gome?" Mao Jun asked.

Lin Luo: "Sign up, take the exam, and you'll pass."

Mao Jun: "?"

"Don't you need training?"

Lin Luo said: "I draw every day."

Both fell silent.

"What teacher did you learn from?" Xia Wenqiu asked.

Lin Luo: "It's mainly self-study."

He was indeed self-taught. In his previous life, Lin Luo had learned the basics when his parents were still alive, and since then he has been painting by himself. Sometimes he meets masters and can ask for advice, such as Geng Yun.

But most of the time I figured it out on my own.

Both of them were admitted to Gome, the top art academy in China, and they thought they were pretty good at first, but when compared with Lin Luo, their self-confidence was shattered.

"Are you still letting people live?" Mao Junyou complained.

"What do you compare with him?" At this time, class leader Zhu Xiyue came over, glanced at Lin Luo's painting, and said with a smile, "We mortals should compare with mortals, and he is not a mortal."

"Squad leader, what did you draw?" Mao Jun stretched his neck to look.

Zhu Xiyue generously showed him.

When Mao Jun saw it, he fell into silence again, covering his mouth and pretending to cry, feeling very humble.

"Squad leader, you are not a mortal either, don't compare you with us mortals."

Zhu Xiyue's paintings are also very good, and the color matching is also very bold - although the still life is red, but when coloring, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple are all colors, not only red.

The contrast between light and dark is also very good. Although there is still a gap compared with Lin Luo, it is already very good among his peers.

Zhu Xiyue giggled: "How can it be so exaggerated?"

When the students were painting, the teacher turned around and looked at it. When he walked to Lin Luo's side, he looked at Lin Luo's painting and nodded frequently:

"Well drawn."

Then he saw Zhu Xiyue's painting again, and expressed his approval: "It's not bad."

"But the contrast between warm and cold is not good enough here."

Then he saw Mao Jun and Xia Wenqiu's paintings.

In fact, it's not that the two of them draw badly, but they are too serious in the pre-examination class, and the things they draw are as dull and featureless as those produced on an assembly line.

"You two have to learn from Lin Nuo and Zhu Xiyue." The teacher said.

Mao Jun and Xia Wenqiu are very self-aware and should be.

The first class is over, and in the second class, the teacher evaluates the painting and changes the painting for the students.

When he repainted Mao Jun, he laid a large area of ​​red as the background color, which was almost equivalent to covering Mao Jun's painting and painting a new one.

Mao Jun watched with heartache as the teacher poked the paintbrush in his paints of different colors. Soon the paints he just opened could not see their original colors, and they were all messed up.

Peaches are lighter in color and require more white for brightness.

Mao Jun's white paint was not enough, so the teacher inserted a brush into Lin Luo's white paint to "borrow" some.

Thus, Lin Luo watched his white paint turn into colorful colors.

Lin Luo's mouth twitched slightly.

Mao Jun held Lin Luo's shoulders and whispered to him, "Just get used to it."

This is how the teacher changed the painting.

Lin Luo: "..."

After all, I didn't use my own paint, so I don't feel bad.

Although Lin Luo had so much white paint, he still felt distressed!

Because the white pigment is used a lot and it is difficult to mix it out, if you mix in some other colors, it will not be white, so the amount used is very large, and a tube is often used up within a few days during the training camp.

At the end of the day's class, Zhu Xiyue asked Lin Luo to have dinner together. Lin Luo refused, but Mao Jun wanted to go.

For the happiness of her roommates, Lin Luo had no choice but to agree to Zhu Xiyue, and then brought the two roommates over, and the four of them had dinner together.

Zhu Xiyue's imaginary world for two is broken again.

At the dinner table, she was a little depressed. When she secretly looked at Lin Luo, she found that Lin Luo seemed to be thinking about something, and her attention was not on herself at all.

So even more depressed.

Mao Jun courteously showed her his kindness, but Zhu Xiyue didn't pay much attention.

Lin Luo was really thinking about something, about Miao Yanjun.

Lin Luo knew that Miao Yanjun worked in a company under the Miao family, but only occasionally came to the United States to see Miao Sujun. The distance between himself and him was too far, so it was difficult to get in touch.

Apart from a little money, he has no other great abilities. It is very difficult to find out about that matter.

But it was about his mother, Lin Luo didn't intend to give up easily.

So Lin Luo spent money to hire a well-known private detective in the industry, and asked him to help him track Miao Yanjun, first grasp Miao Yanjun's whereabouts and schedule, and then gradually map it.

But the private detective had just started working when Lin Luo received a call from Jing Yu.

Jing Yu cut to the point and said, "Nuo Nuo, fire that private detective you hired, don't do that."

Lin Luo also tried to play dumb: "What private detective?"

Jing Yu paused, and said helplessly, "You think you can hide it from me?"

Lin Luo's lips moved, and he said in a low voice, "What did I hide?"

"It won't work for you to do this," Jing Yu said, "he will definitely find out, and he will also find out about you."

"Don't provoke him."

Although Miao Yanjun is not very smart, his methods are definitely not comparable to Lin Luo's student, even if Lin Luo is rich.

Lin Luo fell silent.

He thought he was hiding it well, but it turned out that Jing Yu knew about it a long time ago.

Jing Yu said patiently again: "I will help you, didn't I tell you? If someone bullies you, just tell me, I will try my best to help you, Nuonuo."