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

The oil paint on his face is so striking.

And the lips were a little red and swollen.

But Lin Luo remained indifferent to everyone's gaze.

Everyone in the oil painting department has also seen a lot of performance art, let alone paint on the face, it is not uncommon to smear the face with mud.

Except for the initial surprise, no one paid too much attention to him.

Lin Luo's roommates and Zhu Xiyue were most concerned.

In the afternoon, it is a professional class, still painting still life, steel ball, glass, stainless steel pot... Different still lifes are placed on the table, and the students start painting around the still life.

The teacher gave some pointers from time to time.

Lin Luo painted half of his face with oil paint, very happy.

Perhaps because of love, he felt that his paintings became extraordinarily vivid, full of joy and joy.

Zhu Xiyue leaned over to gossip, patted Lin Luo with a face that I understood, and asked in a low voice:

"I heard from your roommate that you didn't go back to the dormitory in the morning, and you were with your man all the time?"

Lin Luo let out an "huh hum", and couldn't hide the pride in the corners of his eyes.

"You wiped this face with your man too?"

Lin Luo smiled and said, "Yes, I rubbed it on his face."

"Did you put paint on his face?" Zhu Xiyue was surprised.

"Yes," Lin Luo shrugged, "We are the same."

"Tsk tsk tsk," Zhu Xiyue sighed, "Jing Yu really likes you, pampering you so much."

"If my partner dares to smear paint on my face, I will send him to death."

Lin Luo: "..."

"Cut," Lin Luo said, "Jing Yu is gentler to me, so she won't be fierce to me."

Zhu Xiyue gave a "tsk".

"You have a sour smell of love all over your body now, do you know that?"

Lin Luo glanced at her and snorted softly, "You don't understand."

"I don't understand?" Zhu Xiyue pointed at her nose, "You don't want to ask, what kind of man was I in school, Miss Yue?"

Lin Luo glanced at Mao Jun, and asked leisurely: "What kind of man, have you had many boyfriends?"

Zhu Xiyue said: "There is still a girlfriend."

Mao Jun, who had been eavesdropping, coughed immediately.

Zhu Xiyue laughed when she heard the sound: "Why, Xu Linluo is the only one who is a base, and I am not allowed to be a concubine?"

"No, no, it's good to fuck Ji, very good." Mao Jun blushed, "You can do it however you want."

Lin Luo: "..."

Lin Luo couldn't bear to look directly and covered his face.

But Zhu Xiyue was amused. Seeing his stupidity, she wanted to tease him again and patted Mao Jun on the shoulder.

"What, what's the matter, is there something wrong?" Mao Jun didn't dare to look at her.

Zhu Xiyue pointed to her painting and asked, "What do you think of my painting? I feel a little bit wrong. What do you think?"

Since it was a professional issue, Mao Jun leaned over to take a closer look. Zhu Xiyue's painting style was still the same, the color scheme was very impactful and the contrast was strong.

The whole picture looks wild and bold.

And although Mao Jun looks at the big and the big and the three rough, after slowly figuring out his own painting style recently, he is quite small, fresh and delicate, which is exactly the opposite of Zhu Xiyue.

"Very good." Mao Jun scratched his head, "I don't see any problem, you draw very well."

"Are you perfunctory with me?" Zhu Xiyue asked, "That's why you say that?"

"No, no," Mao Jun waved his hands again and again, "It's really good. I...my level is limited, so I can't see any problems."

"Lin Nuo, what about you?" Zhu Xiyue asked.

Lin Luo glanced at it, and said calmly, "Your strokes are too broken, and the picture looks a bit messy."

Zhu Xiyue: "..."

See, here's the comparison.

Xia Wenqiu kept drawing pictures beside him, not participating in their conversation.

When Zhu Xiyue wanted to cue him, she realized that Xia Wenqiu was absent-minded.

She patted Lin Luo and asked, "What happened to him?"

Lin Luo wasn't in the dormitory last night, and he didn't go back this morning, so he didn't know, so he asked Mao Jun.

Mao Jun frowned and thought for a while: "I don't know."

Listening to him saying this in pure Northeast dialect, scratching his head in doubt, Lin Luo felt like he couldn't laugh or cry.

But Mao Jun can't be counted on.

Lin Luo had no choice but to go up and ask, "Wen Qiu, are you in a bad mood?"

Xia Wenqiu raised his head and smiled at him, no matter how he looked at it, he forced: "It's nothing."

Lin Luo put his arms around his shoulders: "If you have something to say, just say it, don't just hide it in your heart, you are all good brothers, you have helped me so much, if you have anything to say, let us help you find a solution."

Mao Jun echoed: "That's right."

Xia Wenqiu still shook his head: "It's really fine."

Then Lin Luo was gone.

He and Mao Jun looked at each other, thinking: Forget it, turn around and ask Bie Yige, maybe he can know something.

After school that day, Lin Luo didn't go back to the dormitory with Mao Jun and the others. Instead, he couldn't hold back his excitement and decided to find Jing Yu.

Both of them made an appointment, but when they walked to the school gate, Lin Luo saw Feng Juan who was setting up a stall there.

Since Lin Luo went to university, the communication between him and Feng Juan has become less and less.

Lin Luo has new friends and classmates, and lives an overwhelmed and rich life every day.

There is also Jing Yu, the two have just started dating, and it is the sweet time.

Lin Luo somewhat ignored Feng Juan.

Now seeing Feng Juan setting up a stall there by herself, she was too busy, Lin Luo felt a little sorry.

He stood there and watched silently for a while.

Although Feng Juan was busy, she still had a smile on her face.

Hand movements are fast, but methodical.

There are many students who come to her to buy pancakes, and everyone loves what she makes.

Lin Luo watched the students line up to order food, add intestines and eggs, Feng Juan called out "ten yuan", and the students would spontaneously scan the QR code to pay.

It only takes a short while for Feng Juan to make a pancake, pack it up, pass it to the students, and said with a smile, "Come again next time."

The student nodded with a smile: "Certainly come, in Gome, your pancakes are the best."

Feng Juan began to welcome the next guest with a smile.

This is what Feng Juan has been doing all her life. She goes out early and returns late every day, watching the guests eat her pancakes and fruit with a smile on her face, and earn money. Although she is tired, she is satisfied.

Especially her son is very promising, he was admitted to the best oil painting department in the country, he was appreciated by the teachers at a young age, praised him for his future, and met noble people to help him.

Feng Juan believes that her family, Nuonuo, must be the best painter when she grows up.

But... Thinking of her son, Feng Juan was inevitably depressed. She hadn't seen Nuonuo for several days.

She knew that Nuonuo was busy studying and didn't have time to accompany her, but she watched Nuonuo grow up, and she missed Nuonuo very much after not seeing him for so many days.

Lin Luo lowered his head and sent a message to Jing Yu, saying that he would not be looking for him tonight because he still had something to do.Jing Yu expressed his understanding and didn't say much.

So just when Feng Juan was feeling emotional, she suddenly heard: "Mom."

Feng Juan was startled, thinking she had heard it wrong, but when she looked up, she realized that it was really Lin Luo.

There was a smile on her face immediately, it was brilliant.

"Nuo Nuo?!" Feng Juan was surprised and delighted, "Why are you here? Are you out of school?"

"Yeah." Lin Luo said, "After class, I'll come over to help you."

"No," Feng Juan said immediately, "Go and play with your roommates and classmates, draw pictures, eat, and stroll around. I can do it alone."

After speaking, Feng Juan was taken aback suddenly: "This is on your face..."

As soon as Feng Juan reminded her, Lin Luo remembered the paint on her face again.

In front of his classmates, he had nothing to be ashamed of.In front of Feng Juan, she was a little shy.

"...Hua Hua accidentally touched it." Lin Luo said.

Feng Juan: "Then hurry up and wash it, it's so ugly, you have a cat face."

"This... can't be washed off with water." Lin Luo coughed lightly. Oil paints are very difficult to clean, so they had to go home and wash them with turpentine.

Feng Juan laughed: "Then you should put on a cat face."

"Auntie, can you do it quickly, we are still waiting." The customer waiting by the stall spoke.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Feng Juan said, "I'll do it right away, very soon."

She shot Lin Luo a look and told him not to make trouble here.

Lin Luo looked at the person who spoke, but found that he looked familiar. Looking again, wasn't it the green-haired person who caused trouble at Feng Juan's place before?

Lin Luo raised his eyebrows, and said in surprise: "Student, didn't you say that my mother made pancakes and had diarrhea after eating them? Why do you still come to eat them?"

Lu Mao didn't pay attention at first, but when Lin Luo made a sound, he recognized it.

Lu Mao looked Lin Luo up and down, and sneered, "Yo, it's you."

"What's the matter, I can't eat yet, can I?"

"That's not true." Lin Luo said, "But last time you slandered my mother for making pancakes that were not clean, and you haven't apologized yet."

"What are you apologizing for? You are dreaming!" Lu Mao said, "I don't want to eat these broken pancakes. Let whoever you like eat them!"

After finishing speaking, Lumao turned and left.

Feng Juan grabbed Lu Mao's sleeve: "Hey, don't worry, classmate, your pancake fruit is ready, you have paid for it, take it and go."

Unexpectedly, the green hair threw the pancake fruit on the ground.

"Brother, don't eat!" He stepped on his foot and walked away arrogantly.

Feng Juan looked at the pancakes on the ground, feeling a little pity.

"Hey, just made it, what a waste."

She is a person who has lived a hard life and has always cherished food.

Lin Luo's face also turned dark, and he picked up the pancakes on the ground and threw them into the trash can: "Crazy, I won't do business with him in the future."

A girl from behind came over and said with a smile: "He won't eat it, but we want to eat it. Auntie, make me another one. It's not spicy."

"Okay!" Feng Juan agreed with a busy smile.

Lin Luo hurriedly helped Feng Juan.

The mother and son were busy until late at night. Lin Luo hadn't done this job for a long time, but she was so tired that she stood for several hours.

When it was late at night and the number of customers gradually decreased, Feng Juan closed the stall and went home.

Lin Luo helped her push the stall.

On the way home, Lin Luo asked, "Mom, do you come home so late every day?"

"No," Feng Juan said, "The main thing is to see if there are any people. If there are many people, we will go later, and if there are few people, we will go early."

Lin Luo thought about his fortune of more than one billion yuan, and always felt sorry for making her mother work so hard to set up a stall.

Lin Luo thought for a while, then said, "Mom, I'm rich now."

"You don't have to work so hard to set up a stall in the future."

Feng Juan asked with a smile, "Are you selling paintings again?"

Lin Luo said: "Isn't it? A painting costs tens of thousands. If I just sell a few, it will be worth your annual salary."

"You can think about it with peace of mind in the future, your son can support you."

Feng Juan said with a smile: "You have earned money, so don't spend it recklessly. Of course, you still have to spend what should be spent. You don't have to be too frugal. Save the excess and use it when you marry a wife."

Lin Luo: "..."

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感谢在2021-08-0318:43:37~2021-08-0322:28:41期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Loser Book 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!