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

After washing the rice and cooking the rice, Lin Luo opened the refrigerator to see what to cook.

As soon as he opened the refrigerator door, Lin Luo froze.

Because many of the ingredients in Jing Yu's refrigerator were new to him, so he naturally didn't know how to cook them.

In the past, the family had no money, and all they ate were the most common things.

After getting rich, I ate in the school cafeteria again.

"What... are these?" Lin Luo took out some things he didn't recognize and observed them.

Then choose to give up.

He decided to pick dishes he knew to cook.

Washing, chopping vegetables, and then frying them in the wok, Lin Luo's movements are skillful, obviously he often cooks.

Jing Yu's parents don't know how to cook, and the meals at home are all cooked by the hired nanny.

When Jing Yu grew up, he moved out to live by himself, and usually hired someone to cook, and occasionally tried to cook by himself, but his cooking skills were very average, and he was limited to being able to survive starvation.

Because it was getting late, Lin Luo was worried that Jing Yu would be hungry, so he made all simple and delicious dishes, not complicated ones.

Steamed egg custard, fried pork, lettuce in oyster sauce, plus a tomato and egg soup.

Three dishes and one soup, with meat and vegetables, the rice has been stewed in the rice cooker.

Lin Luo greets Jing Yu to serve the dishes.

After bringing the food to the restaurant table, Lin Luo handed Jing Yu a pair of chopsticks.

"Try it," Lin Luo said, "I have never seen some of the ingredients in your refrigerator. I don't know how to make them, so I made some ordinary ones, but they should still taste good."

"Look at my cooking skills."

Lin Luo looked at each other expectantly.

A sentence popped up in my mind: If you want to capture a man's heart, you must first grasp his stomach - but Lin Luo guessed that if he started painting, he would have no time to cook, and it would be okay when he wasn't painting. .

When Lin Luo was painting, let alone cooking, he didn't even care about eating and sleeping.

Jing Yu tasted a spoonful of egg custard, steamed it very tender and smooth, poured light soy sauce, sprinkled a little green onion, didn't put too much seasoning, and didn't have too many complicated cooking methods, but it was very delicious.

Jing Yu smiled: "It's delicious."

Lin Luo smiled and said, "Today is a tight time, I'm afraid you will be hungry, so what I do is relatively simple."

"If you want to eat, I'll make you another day."

"Okay," Jing Yu agreed, "Then I'll just wait and see."

Lin Luo pursed her lips and smiled. Cooking was the second priority, and the main thing was that she could come to Jing Yu's house again.

Lin Luo felt that he was getting closer to Jing Yu.

After dinner, Lin Luo threw Jing Yu into the dishwasher and pushed Jing Yu upstairs to the collection room to see his collection.

Jing Yu lived alone in a villa, and many rooms were empty.

A large collection room is opened on the second floor, which is specially used to display the paintings collected by Jingyu.

Of course, Jing Yu's collection is not limited to paintings, but also includes antique porcelain, copybooks, and sculptures.

As soon as he opened the door and entered, Lin Luo was shocked by the collections in the room.

The things inside are really dazzling and overwhelming.

There are works by famous artists like Lin Luo and Geng Yun, and there are also some artists whose names Lin Luo has never heard of.

One of the paintings was hung in a more conspicuous position, and it was a hyper-realistic painting.

The painting shows a girl wearing a beige sweater. The author even clearly painted the unique plush texture of the sweater, which looks just like a printed photo.

The author was someone Lin Luo had never heard of.

"Who is this?" Lin Luo stopped in front of the painting.

"A painter I once sponsored." Jing Yu said.

Lin Luo had long known that Jing Yu had sponsored many painters, so he said in surprise, "I didn't expect you to appreciate such works."

Jing Yu smiled and said, "His works are full of vitality."

The lush atmosphere of the girl in the painting almost breaks through the canvas, and even the viewers will be infected.

Lin Luo was noncommittal.

He has no feeling for hyperrealism. What is the difference between such works and photos?What can the artist convey from such works?

And Jing Yu also praised him for his good painting, and hung his painting in such a conspicuous place.

Of course, the C position is still his own "Sea".

Lin Luo walked to his work and looked up.

Unsatisfactory works, Lin Luo will not sell, most of them will be destroyed.

The works displayed here are basically works that Lin Luo is quite satisfied with.

But looking back after many years, Lin Luo found that he had a different view on the previous paintings.

Now when he paints the same painting, the effect will be different.

"You like Lin Luo that much?" Lin Luo asked with some complacency in his heart.

"I loved his paintings when I first saw them 15 years ago."

Jing Yu took out his pocket watch, opened it, and inside was Lin Luo's photo, with curly and messy hair, impatient eyes, and depressed lips, that was Lin Luo's appearance before he was alive.

"I originally wanted to see him." Jing Yu said, "It's a pity I didn't see him."

"Why?" Lin Luo pulled up a high stool and sat in front of Jing Yu.

The bright lights are on in the collection room, and the dark night is outside the window. The late autumn wind whizzes past, and the autumn leaves swirl and fall.

As the temperature dropped, a cold wind blew in through the window, and Lin Luo shivered.

"At that time, I wanted to go to Yunhai City to find him, but I was too young, and my mother wouldn't allow me to go, saying that it was not safe outside." Jing Yu said.

"Then find a friend or an adult to accompany you."

Lin Luo suddenly thought, what would happen if Jing Yu came to Yunhai City ten years ago and met him?

What was the situation like 15 years ago?

At that time, he was too young, so he definitely wouldn't like him, at least not the way he likes now.

Fifteen years ago, Lin Luo was 15, while Jing Yu was only thirteen.

"I tried, but she just won't allow it." Jing Yu said helplessly, "Didn't I say that she always treats me like a three-year-old child."

"If you saw him, what would you like to say?" Lin Luo asked again.

Jing Yu raised his head slightly and looked at Lin Luo's painting on the wall, the "Sea".

It was not Lin Luo's painting, but he was Lin Luo's painting. At least, Jing Yu could see Lin Luo's shadow in this painting, and he lived in this painting.

This made him feel strange, but at the same time, he had some complicated feelings towards the little liar in front of him who sold the imitation as the real one.

"I don't know," Jing Yu said, "There must have been a lot of things I wanted to say back then, but now I can't remember how I felt at that time."

"I just want to meet him and tell him that I like his paintings very much, so that he must continue to paint."

Jing Yu smiled and lowered his head: "But if he is here now, he doesn't need to listen to what I say, right now, so many people like his paintings."

No, he needs it.

Seeing the loneliness on Jing Yu's face, Lin Luo felt a little sad suddenly.

He heard it, and was delighted.

It's just that you won't know.

Lin Luo suddenly felt a little bit tricked by fate.

Jing Yu liked his paintings so much and wanted to see him, but he stood in front of him, but he didn't know, and he couldn't tell.

"But, you have only seen his paintings, why do you have such a deep obsession?" Lin Luo continued to ask, "It's just a few paintings, do you need to be so persistent?"

Lin Luo's words were somewhat offensive.

But he just sincerely expressed his doubts.

And Jing Yu was not angry about it, but thought about it seriously, and said:

"do not know."

"Just wanted to do it."

"His paintings made me curious about him, and I thought, if I met him, we'd be really good friends."

Not friends, Lin Luo thought, I want to be your boyfriend.

"Hmm." Lin Luo bowed his head in response.

"Nuo Nuo," Jing Yu turned his gaze to Lin Luo, "Actually, when I first met you, I always thought you were very similar to Lin Luo, with similar eyes, similar personality, and similar painting style."

"Sometimes I feel like, did you come back to life after he reincarnated?"

Lin Luo's heart skipped a beat, damn it, can you feel this? !Have you never seen me?

"However," Jing Yu continued, "but after getting to know each other for a long time, I found that you are not exactly the same."

"You are more angry than him."

Nonsense—in the previous life, Lin Luo lived with that virtue, and only cynicism remained in the works. Where did the anger come from?

Lin Luo asked: "Then do you like him more or me?"

This is a very stupid question.

Lin Luo didn't want to hear Jing Yu's answer, but just wanted to make things difficult for him.

"I like his paintings more," Jing Yu smiled, and indulged Lin Luo's mischievousness, "but the person who likes you more, is that okay?"

Therefore, both paintings and people are my favorite.

Lin Luo was very satisfied, jumped off the high stool, and asked, "Then what about the sketch I gave you? Where did you put it?"

"Could it be lost?" Lin Luo was suspicious.

Lin Luo's sketches are also worth a lot of money!

"No, in the company's office."

"Why put it in the office?" Lin Luo was curious.

Jing Yu glanced at him and said nothing.

Of course it is so that you can see it from time to time.

Jing Yu spends much more time at the company than at home.

"It's getting late, go wash and sleep." Jing Yu led Lin Luo out of the collection room and came to the door of the bathroom, "The hot water should have been boiled."

He glanced at Lin Luo up and down: "I have new pajamas at home, they should be too big for you, so just put them on."

Lin Luo smiled and said, "I don't dislike the old one either."

Wearing Jingyu's clothes is not a benefit that ordinary people can have!

"There is a clean guest room over there," Jing Yu pointed to the end of the corridor, "That room is there, I'll clean it up for you."

"Then where do you sleep?" Lin Luo asked.

"You are facing the door." Jing Yu said.

Lin Luo let out an "oh" and rolled his eyes, thinking that this was all right.

You can't share the same bed with someone the first night after you get home...it's not suitable.

After thinking about it, there was nothing to explain, Jing Yu said, "You take a bath, I'll clean up your room."

There were very few guests at home, and the guest room was always vacant, so Jing Yu had to temporarily make Lin Luo's bed.

——He didn't hire any nannies and servants. He didn't like so many people at home, so he only invited the housekeeper to come over and clean it occasionally.

"Hey, wait a minute." Lin Luo took Jing Yu's hand, and asked him with a smile, "What about the underwear, I didn't bring anything, so I just came with you and didn't change."

Jing Yu: "..."

Jing Yu's eyes quickly glanced at Lin Luo's lower body, and then retracted it.

"...There are new ones too," Jing Yu said after consideration, "You may...may not be suitable for you to wear, but you can make do with it."

Lin Luo felt that she was underestimated!

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The underestimated Luoluo: Why don't we compare?