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

Du Yuhang turned his head to look at Lin Luo, then at the teacher, touched his ears, and suspected that there was something wrong with his hearing.

"I learn from Lin Nuo...?"

Lin Nuo is a nerd with no background in art, what should I learn from him, and how can I endorse it?

"Lin Nuo's talent is truly unique, and it's the first time I've seen it in decades of my life!" The man with glasses was still immersed in the excitement of discovering a peerless genius, "His perception and sensitivity to colors are far beyond ordinary people."

"It's good for you to learn more from him."

"Look," the man with glasses couldn't wait to show off the good idea he found, "he just drew it!"

Seeing the painting displayed by the man with glasses, Du Yuhang's expression was complicated, shocked and unbelievable.

"Is this what you drew just now?" He asked Lin Luo.

Lin Luo: "Yes."

It's annoying, he'll be late if he doesn't go back to school.

When will these two finish talking?

"Impossible!" Du Yuhang said decisively.

Before Lin Luo could speak, the man with glasses became displeased: "Why is that impossible? We watched his painting, and many people watched it. Look, the paint hasn't even dried out yet. How can it be fake?"

Du Yuhang's world view was shocked.

Lin Luo had never learned to draw systematically, but he would occasionally draw on paper for fun. How could he draw such a picture for the first time with a brush?This is absolutely impossible.

Du Yuhang has always boasted that he has some talent, but in front of the picture of Lin Luo, his so-called talent seems to be a joke.

How could Lin Luo draw better than him?

Seeing Du Yuhang's shocked appearance, Lin Luo was a little embarrassed.

After all, he is a painter who has been famous for many years. Compared with children, he is really a bit of a bully, but don't hit people so hard that they don't want to paint.

"You actually draw pretty well." Lin Luo patted the boy on the shoulder.

Du Yuhang: "..."

Lin Luo said sincerely: "Really, in fact, you are very talented and willing to work hard. I think that even if you don't pass the Gome exam this time, you will definitely pass the exam next time."

Lin Luo was sincerely comforting the other party, and he really thought so.

Although Du Yuhang ran against him just now, Lin Luo, a 40-year-old (actually only 30 years old) middle-aged man, would not care about a teenage kid, but instead mocked him.

But what he said fell on Du Yuhang's ears, it was naked irony.

Just now he laughed that Lin Luo could only read books but not draw.

Du Yuhang's eyes were red with anger, he gave Lin Luo a hard look, turned around and ran away with his schoolbag on his back.

Lin Luo, who never spoke human words, didn't know why the other party got angry.

Looking at the direction Du Yuhang left in a strange way, Lin Luo said to the man with glasses, "Teacher, then I'll go back to school first."

"Well, go, don't delay class."

Back at school, Lin Luo sat in the classroom and taught.

The original owner Lin Nuo's academic performance was very good, but Lin Luo was far behind.

In order to prevent his performance in the cultural class from being too hip, which would cause him to fail the national entrance examination, Lin Luo had a rare chance to gather his spirits and decided to study hard.

Fortunately, there is Lin Nuo's memory in his mind, otherwise these lessons would be like listening to heavenly scriptures for him.

Even so, after a day of class, Lin Luo felt more tired than painting for two days.

At ten o'clock in the evening, he came home from school.

Go to the parking lot in front of the school and unlock the broken bicycle. As soon as Lin Luo stepped on it, he heard someone calling him.

Lin Luo looked back and saw a boy who was not tall, with curly hair and a pair of round glasses. He looked very delicate.

"Why don't you wait for me to go to and from school together these days?"

The boy who spoke was Wu Zihui, who was Lin Nuo's bamboo horse. They grew up together, and they were still neighbors.

The death of the original owner, Lin Nuo, was inextricably related to this Wu Zihui.

Last month, Lin Nuo was in a bad mood because of the pressure of studying and his mother had another car accident. Wu Zihui asked him to go out to relax.

When the two were playing and fighting in the wild, Wu Zihui accidentally pushed Lin Nuo into the river.

The weather was cold, and the original owner couldn't swim yet, so he cramped when he fell into the water.

The place was remote, and Wu Zihui ran to find someone for help in a panic, and when he rushed back, he managed to fish Lin Nuo out of the water.

Since then, the two have been estranged.

Wu Zihui thought that Lin Nuoji hated him, but he didn't know that the shell had already changed.

"Forgot." Lin Luo replied perfunctorily.

As soon as Lin Luo turned his head, Wu Zihui saw the wound on his face.

They were not in the same class, and Lin Luo deliberately avoided them, so Wu Zihui only saw them now.

"What's wrong with your face?" Wu Zihui grabbed Lin Luo's wrist.

"It's nothing." Lin Luo avoided his gaze.

"Your father beat him?" Wu Zihui was his neighbor, and he knew Lin Luo's family situation very well, so he guessed it right away.

"How could he do this?" Wu Zihui said angrily, "Why did he hit you? Why did he hit you?"

For Lin Nuo, Wu Zihui is a good brother he grew up with.But to Lin Luo, he was just a stranger, the chief culprit of Lin Nuo's death.

Lin Luo didn't want to talk about his personal affairs with him, so he kicked off the kickstand silently, and rode away on his bicycle.

Wu Zihui hurriedly pedaled his bicycle to follow, knowing that he didn't want to talk about this, so he asked him, "I heard that you took the joint art exam yesterday?"

Lin Luo: "Yes."

Wu Zihui frowned and said, "What do you think, your grades are so good, why are you taking an art exam suddenly?"

In the eyes of many cultural students, art students are a shortcut to doing nothing.

Lin Luo didn't bother to explain, just said: "I like drawing."

"But you haven't studied seriously," Wu Zihui said. "It's better to take two papers at school to take that stupid exam. With your grades, you can get a 985 in the exam. Why bother to take that?"

Seeing that Lin Luo didn't speak, Wu Zihui felt that it was impossible for him to pass the exam, so he stopped worrying about it and asked, "How is Aunt Feng doing?"

"It's pretty good." Lin Luo pedaled his bicycle with a face full of don't bother me, but Wu Zihui didn't understand at all.Or maybe he understood it and insisted on pestering Lin Luo.

Lin Luo's indifference made Wu Zihui wonder how to continue the conversation.

After a long silence, he whispered, "Are you still angry that I pushed you into the river that day?"

Lin Luo turned his head and glanced at him, and said lightly, "No."

That's what it sounds like.

Wu Zihui hurriedly said: "I really didn't do it on purpose, Lin Nuo, didn't I immediately find someone to save you? I can't swim either. At that time, I had to find someone to save you."

"Lin Nuo..." Seeing Lin Luo riding faster and faster, Wu Zihui sped up, "If you are angry with me, I will apologize to you, and I will treat you like a bull or a horse. I will do anything, as long as you are willing to forgive me."

It's not too far from Lin Luo's home to school.

After riding the bicycle for more than ten minutes, we arrived downstairs.

Lin Luo jumped off the bicycle, locked it, turned around and was about to go upstairs.

Wu Zihui stood in front of him and said stubbornly, "If you don't give me an accurate statement, I won't let you go up."