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

Marrying a wife... Lin Luo felt a little guilty when he thought about Jing Yu.

Although same-sex marriage is now legal, Feng Juan is older and may be more conservative in her thinking, so she doesn't know if she can accept it.

"This... shouldn't be necessary?" Lin Luo tentatively asked.

"Why don't you use it?" Feng Juan said, "The girls here in the capital have a good family background, good looks, talent and temperament. It doesn't matter what you want, why would they want to marry you?"

"You need to save some money. We will buy a house in the future. At least if we have a house, only girls will be willing to be with you."

"There is also a betrothal gift. The betrothal gift for girls here is definitely not cheap."

Feng Juan murmured all the way.

Lin Luo bit the bullet and agreed.

"But our Nuonuo is so promising, there must be girls who like it." Feng Juan changed her voice and said with a smile, "It's been a few months since I came to school, do any girls like you?"

Lin Luo thought of Zhu Xiyue.

But Zhu Xiyue doesn't like him anymore, and she should have only been interested in him before.

"No." Lin Luo said.

"No way?" Feng Juan patted her son's shoulder, "It's okay if you don't, there will definitely be in the future."

"What about you, do you have a girl you like?"

"I..." Lin Luoxin said that I have someone I like, but it's not a girl.

As soon as he heard his hesitation, Feng Juan quickly said: "Yes, isn't it? Come, talk to Mom."

Lin Luo: "..."

"This, this is not necessary?" Lin Luo scratched his face.

"Tell Mom, Mom will teach you how to chase people." Feng Juan said, "Mom is also a woman, and she understands what girls think better than you."

But I don't like girls, Lin Luo complained in his heart.

"Tell me, you are such a big boy, why are you still shy with your mother?" Feng Juan smiled.

It is rare to get along with her son, Feng Juan wants to chat with him more.

But she doesn't understand things like painting, so she can only find some topics that she can participate in.

"It's not that I'm shy..." Lin Luo thought for a while, "It's just that I'm afraid you don't like him."

"What?" Feng Juan was puzzled.

Lin Luo carefully raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Juan: "He is older."

Feng Juan frowned: "Big? How much older are you?"

Lin Luo said vaguely, "Anyway, I'm definitely not in my 50s or [-]s...that's in my twenties, a few years older than me."

Nine years old is also a few years old, anyway, the difference is not in double digits.

"Your senior sister?" Feng Juan thought for a while, "That's not too bad, it's okay."

"It's not senior sister." Lin Luo said.

"... Teacher?!" Feng Juan said in surprise.

Lin Luo thought, Jing Yu...may be his teacher?Helped him a lot in his life journey...

"...Really." Lin Luo said.

Feng Juan was silent for a while, and frowned: "It's not bad for the teacher, but will people think you are young?"

"Girls generally mature earlier than boys. If she is a few years older than you and still works, she may think that you are too young to look down on you, and her family may think so too."

Jing Yu really thought he was young before.

But also took a fancy to him.

It was Jing Yu's family members... Lin Luo had never had contact with them, and only heard a little from Jing Yu's mouth. Jing Yu's mother seemed to be a woman with a strong desire to control.

Although he is not yet married, Lin Luo has already started to worry about how to get his mother-in-law to agree to him.

Seeing Lin Luo's expression, Feng Juan comforted, "But it's okay."

"If you really like it, then work hard for it. As long as you have the ability, she likes you, and other problems are not a problem."

"Her family's opinion is just a reference, and you two are the ones who live. Mom will help you convince her."

"If she really doesn't like you, it's okay. You're so competitive. If it doesn't work, let's change. There is always someone who likes you, isn't it?"

Lin Luo was dumbfounded by Feng Juan's words.

"I see, Mom, don't worry."

While talking, the two had already arrived home.

Small stalls cannot go upstairs, and are usually placed in the warehouse on the first floor.

After putting away the stall, the mother and son went home together.

Feng Juan asked Lin Luo if he was hungry, and made him some supper.

Lin Luo was not hungry, but seeing Feng Juan's expectant eyes, he nodded and said with a smile, "I want to eat fried noodles made by my mother."

"Okay, Mom will make it for you."

At Lin Luo's age, he already knew that when children grow up, they will slowly separate from their parents.

At this time, parents are actually very afraid that they will no longer be needed by their children.

Properly express your needs for them, they may chatter, but they are actually happy in their hearts.

Feng Juan laughed as soon as she heard it.

Although she was very tired, she was happy in her heart, and cast a glance at Lin Luo.

"I usually eat so many delicious food with my classmates, but still want to eat fried noodles made by my mother?"

"What's wrong with fried noodles, fried noodles are so delicious." Lin Luo said, "Mom's cooking is the best."

Feng Juan did it with a smile.

Lin Luo went to the bathroom, washed his face with turpentine, and told Jing Yu that he could wash his face too.

He asked again, "You won't secretly wash yourself, will you?"

Jing Yu was at home, and sent a selfie. The paint on her face was dry, and she hadn't washed it off.

I was laughed at by the staff all afternoon today.

There were also people who reminded him to wash without winking, but Jing Yu just gave a faint "hmm" and ignored it.

My boyfriend won't let me wash it.

After getting permission, Jing Yu went to wash her face.

Lin Luo walked to the kitchen door to look at Feng Juan.

The image of Feng Juan setting up a stall under the street lamp at the school gate just now, and the image of Feng Juan making supper for him in front of him, lingered in Lin Luo's mind repeatedly.

He suddenly had a strong desire to create.

It wasn't until Feng Juan quickly finished frying a bowl of vermicelli, Lin Luo finished eating, and watched Feng Juan return to her room to rest, that she returned to her room.

He picked up the brush, stood in front of the easel, and began to paint.

Lin Luo laid out a black base.

Black night, black night sky, leaves cast black shadows on the ground, and then lay warm yellow lights on it.

Street lamps shone down from overhead, and a woman over forty years old was busy among the small stalls with her head down.The small stall is full of various ingredients, fried dough sticks, eggs, ham sausage... and various seasonings.

Crow's feet appeared at the corners of the woman's smiling eyes, and the two nasolabial folds made her look even older, but her eyes reflected the light, very bright and warm.

The slightly coarse black long hair was tied into a ponytail, and the broken hair was pinned behind the ears.

Blue veins protruded from the back of her hands, her fingers had burn marks, and the apron around her waist was stained with oil.

There was a long queue in front of the stall, and the students were all waiting to eat her pancakes, and there were many people on the side of the road.

The size of the painting is 100x85, not too big and not too small.

Usually practicing, Lin Luo sometimes uses acrylic paint, which dries faster.

But this painting Lin Luo used oil paint, he thought the effect was better.

But oil paints dry slowly, and the painting took a lot of time and energy to create.

The details are very time consuming.

Lin Luo just stood in front of the easel and painted all night.

At dawn, she was still painting, Feng Juan thought Lin Luo was sleeping, so she knocked on the door to call him after breakfast was ready.

Lin Luo didn't hear it, Feng Juan opened the door and came in, only to find that Lin Luo was actually painting.

The clothes were still the same as last night, and he still looked tired.

"You didn't sleep all night?" Feng Juan was taken aback.

Lin Luo was awakened by her sound and regained consciousness.

He closed the curtains and turned on the lights, and the time could not be seen in the room.

Lin Luo yawned and rubbed his eyes: "...Huh?"

"What do you paint with so much devotion?"

Feng Juan came over, wanting to see the painting.

Lin Luo quickly covered it, saying, "I can't see it."

"I'll show you when I finish drawing."

Lin Luo giggled, "This is my birthday present for you."

"Now that I see it, there will be no surprises."

Feng Juan said: "My birthday is still more than a month away."

Lin Luo counted the days and suddenly worried that he would not be able to finish painting.

"It's only been more than a month..." Lin Luo scratched his head, "No, I have to draw quickly."

He was about to write, Feng Juan said: "What are you painting, look at what time it is, why don't you wash your face, eat dinner and go to class?"

Lin Luo was a little confused: "...is it time for school?"

"Otherwise?" Feng Juan was funny and distressed, "You don't have to work so hard to paint, let's paint slowly, you are only old, and you can save money to marry a wife by painting slowly."

Lin Luo: "..."

No, I'm not here to marry a wife.

"No wonder I'm so tired." Lin Luo yawned, he was even sleepier after he stopped painting, and he didn't feel it when he was painting.

"Then I'm going to wash up..." Lin Luo walked into the bathroom in a daze.

After breakfast, he went to school, and then slept in the classroom all morning, unable to wake up.

It happened that Geng Yun was the one who attended the class.

With a dark face, he called Lin Luo over after class: "What did you do last night? Look at your dark circles."

In Geng Yun's heart, Lin Luo is a good seedling, and he has always wanted to cultivate it well.

I thought that Lin Luo had acquired a bad habit after going to college, staying up late playing games or going to bars to disco.

Lin Luo yawned and said, "...drawing."

"Painting?" Geng Yun was taken aback.

Lin Luo nodded, and suddenly said: "Teacher, can I show you when I'm done drawing? I want you to give me some advice."

Geng Yun's face softened, and he patted his shoulder; "You can't stay up late to paint, you still have to work and rest regularly, rest well, sleep well, your brain will be bright, and you will be more energetic in painting."

Lin Luo nodded: "...but I can't control it."

I can't stop the inspiration.

Geng Yun smiled helplessly: "Try to control it, staying up late to draw is too harmful to your body. Show me when you finish drawing, and let me see what you draw again."

"Don't let me down."

Lin Luo nodded confidently: "Of course not."

Lin Luo is very confident in his paintings.

This afternoon, Lin Luo ran home to draw after class.

Not to mention Mao Jun, Xia Wenqiu and others, even Jing Yu, he couldn't care less.

Lin Luo painted in the middle of the night, Feng Juan opened the door to go home, only to find that Lin Luo was painting.

He didn't even eat dinner, so Feng Juan hurriedly made him something to eat.

Drawing until midnight, Lin Luo wanted to continue, but was ordered by Feng Juan to sleep, and his pen was confiscated if he didn't sleep.

Lin Luo had no choice but to sleep.

From this day on, Lin Luo repeated this kind of life every day. Once there was no class, he would go home and draw.

Jing Yu, who just dated him, was left out in the cold by his new boyfriend.

Don't mention coming to see him, Lin Luo didn't even have time to chat with Jing Yu on the phone.

As a result, the employees in the company found that Mr. Jing seemed to be in a bad mood recently, and he always stared at his mobile phone with frowning eyes every day.

Why haven't you replied yet?

As soon as I called, they said they were not available.

Jing Yu gritted his teeth: Tired of chasing him?

No way, it's only been a few days.

Thinking about her little boyfriend so hard, Jing Yu could only put off the non-urgent work and ran to the school to look for Lin Luo.

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Sorry, I have something to do during the day, so it's a little late