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

Lin Luo frowned, staring at the young man in front of him.

His eyes were far from the original owner.

The original owner, Lin Nuo, was a good-tempered child, gentle and gentle, and rarely got angry with others.

But Lin Luo is not good at communicating with others, he has a bad face to everyone, and Lin Luo's unique gloomy and fierce eyes.

Staring at him, Wu Zihui took a step back in fright.

Lin Luo passed him, planning to go upstairs.

"Lin Nuo!" Wu Zihui grabbed Lin Luo's wrist.

Lin Luo pulled his hand away, and Wu Zihui was taken to stagger two steps, bumping into Lin Luo's body.

As he approached, he smelled the faint scent of shampoo from Lin Nuo's hair.

Before Lin Luo could react, Wu Zihui abruptly backed away.

"Yes, I'm sorry!" Wu Zihui lowered his head, his face flushed red.

Lin Luo frowned, not understanding what was going on with this kid.

But he has no bad intentions for himself, and that incident can only be said to be an accident.

Thinking of this, the indifference on Lin Luo's face became less, and his tone softened: "It's getting late, you should go back and rest early, you have to get up early for class tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he left Wu Zihui and went upstairs.

Wu Zihui stood there blankly, looking at his back, the tip of his nose seemed to still be lingering with the faint scent of shampoo.

Since he accidentally pushed Lin Nuo into the river, Lin Nuo's attitude towards him has changed drastically.

At first Wu Zihui only thought that Lin Nuo was angry with him, but the more he got in touch with him, the more Wu Zihui felt that Lin Nuo seemed to have changed a lot.

The current him is like two completely different people from the previous one.

Could it be that Lin Nuo was caught by a water ghost when he fell into the water, and now he is a water ghost?

Some random guesses popped up in Wu Zihui's mind, and he quickly put the unfounded thoughts aside, silently recited a few words of socialist core values, and then went home dejectedly.

Today, Lin Nuo failed to get back together with him.

When Lin Luo returned home, he knew that the studio had already delivered the paints to his home in the afternoon.

He entered the door excitedly, planning to leave his schoolbag and start painting.

He has to draw a picture as soon as possible and sell it, otherwise his mother has to drag her disabled legs to sell pancakes every day.

Lin Luo felt distressed.

He even couldn't see Lin Yuanlong taking his mother's hard-earned money to gamble.

And in a few months, he will go to college, and he has to earn some tuition fees, living expenses, and the cost of buying paint and canvas in advance.

There is a limit on the state's loans to poor students, and the money is not enough for him to study fine arts.

But as long as he can paint pictures and sell them, all these problems will be solved.

And he can also install prosthetic limbs for his mother, so that his mother can walk like a normal person without crutches.

Thinking of this, Lin Luo felt that the future was bright and he was in a good mood.

However, as soon as he opened the door, Lin Luo saw his mother sitting on the sofa blankly, with a very strange expression on her face.

Lin Luo thumped slightly, and a bad premonition emerged in his heart.

"Mom?" Lin Luo walked over with his schoolbag on his back, worried, "What's wrong with you, is your leg uncomfortable again?"

Hearing the sound, mother looked up at Lin Luo in a daze, her eyes were full of sadness.

"Nuo Nuo..." Feng Juan grabbed Lin Luo's hand.

Seeing Feng Juan like this, Lin Luo panicked even more. He threw his schoolbag aside, squatted in front of his mother, and looked up at her: "What's wrong, mother? Is it Lin... my dad, what did he do again? Bullied you?"

Feng Juan shook her head, choked up and said, "Mom, I'm sorry."

Lin Luo got up and sat beside her mother, holding her shoulders, tilting her head and rubbing against Feng Juan's shoulder:

"What are you sorry for me... Mom is the best for me."

Feng Juan said: "Your father took those paints away from you."

Lin Luo was taken aback for a moment, straightened up, looked sideways at Feng Juan: "What?"

Seeing Lin Luo's reaction, Feng Juan blamed herself even more: "Mom knows that you like to draw, and knows that the teacher specially gave you those paintings for your talent so that you can study on your own. But mother can't stop him... "

"Before dinner, he ran back to find money. I have no money. When he saw your paint, he took it away from you. I can't stop..."

The more Feng Juan talked, the more sad she became.

After hearing Feng Juan's words, Lin Luo was furious.

If Lin Yuanlong was in front of him now, Lin Luo could kill him with a knife.

But looking at Feng Juan's self-blame, he felt distressed.

Not wanting to make her mother more sad, Lin Luo could only hold back her anger and asked, "Where did he go?"

Feng Juan had tears in her eyes: "Maybe... are you going to gamble again?"

Lin Luo clenched his fists, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and said, "Didn't he just take 1000 yuan from you yesterday, and also stole your bank card, why is he out of money now? He doesn't care about my paints." How much can you sell it for?”

"Blame me, it's my mother's useless," Feng Juan regretted, "I should have hidden it for you, so that he can't find it, and it won't be like this."

Lin Luo took a deep breath and told himself to calm down.

Even if Lin Yuanlong sells it, he may not be able to sell it in a while. Now go to him, maybe he can make it in time.

Having said that, Lin Luo knew that there was little hope.

"Mom, lend me your phone." Lin Luo said.

"Are you looking for him?" Feng Juan handed her old mobile phone to Lin Luo.

She just graduated from junior high school, has not studied for many years, does not know how to use a smartphone, and has no money to buy one.

For her, it is enough to have an elderly mobile phone that can make calls.

After taking the phone, Lin Luo called Lin Yuanlong.

However, he called several times, but the man didn't answer.

Lin Luo endured the fire and continued to make calls. It was not until the seventh call that Lin Yuanlong picked up the phone, and scolded all over his head and face:

"You're never finished, why are you calling me so many times when you have nothing to do? I just lost again!"

"..." Lin Luo rubbed his eyebrows and asked, "Where are you?"

Lin Yuanlong was stunned: "Lin Nuo?"

"It's me," Lin Luo asked patiently, "Where are you?"

Lin Yuanlong said: "This side of Bailong Street, what's the matter?"

Lin Luo's heart sank: "In the casino?"

Lin Yuanlong: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

Lin Luo hung up the phone with a "snap" and said, "Mom, I'm going out for a while."

"Nuo Nuo!" Feng Juan took Lin Luo's hand, "Why are you going?"

Lin Luo said: "I'll go find him and ask him to return those things to me. Those things are very expensive."

Feng Juan frowned, worried: "But will he agree?"

Lin Luo's voice was cold: "If you don't agree, you have to agree."

This kind of Lin Nuo was unfamiliar to Feng Juan, and she suddenly couldn't understand her son.

Fortunately, Lin Luo soon realized that his personality had collapsed, and his expression eased. He put his hands on Feng Juan's shoulders, and comforted him patiently:

"Mom, don't worry. I just think he may not have found a buyer yet. Let's try to see if he can get it back. I won't be impulsive. Don't worry."

The worry in Feng Juan's eyes still didn't dissipate, she held Lin Luo's hand: "Then you go, don't do anything, you are young and can't beat him, so talk about it if you have something to say."

"Well, I know." Lin Luo smiled slightly at Feng Juan.

Saying goodbye to Feng Juan, Lin Luo turned and went out with the key in his hand, heading for Bailong Street.