My oil painting is perfect

"Dear Mr. Gardener, it is already high summer, when will you come here again?"

It all started with this telegram, that summer day in 1930.

"It's great, this pot of irises has come back to life, Yolan, you are really amazing." Miss Hauser, the proprietress of the cafe, said excitedly, hugging the flower pot and kissing it.

A week ago, her boyfriend gave her this pot of flowers, and she kept it carefully every day, but for some reason, the pot of irises withered quickly. With Yolan's strong recommendation, she gave it to him dubiously, hoping This pot of irises can be saved.

"He won't break up with me now." Miss Hauser looked at the blue flowers in full bloom, smiled, and patted him on the shoulder, "In order to thank you for saving my token of love, you come to drink coffee in the future , half price."

Miss Hauser walked out of the barber shop with a flowerpot in her arms, walked a few steps and then turned around, "However, you are so good, why didn't you pass the two consecutive qualifiers?"

Speaking of this, his eyes suddenly darkened, and he didn't know why.

"That's awesome. He just learned a little bit from a few broken books. How can he compare with other professional gardeners." Ms. Bertha was wearing an apron full of various scissors, far away. It looks like a "Bertha Scissorhands".

Of course, Yolan also signed up this time. Although he was the last one in studies since he was a child, because he really didn't like those subjects, he was much more interested in flirting.

However, Cactus Town does not have a university with a major in horticulture. As for gardeners, most of them are taught by masters and apprentices.

Therefore, as a layman, even if he has read some theoretical knowledge, he is still a little confused.

"This is the last time you are allowed to participate. If you haven't entered the preliminary round, you will inherit the business of the barber shop!" Ms. Bertha took a pair of large scissors and gave Yolan a hard look. As the chief barber here, every day She is very busy, but her son plays in the flowers all day long, and doesn't even help her wash her hair.

He nodded perfunctorily, and saw Yuri coming from a distance carrying a bucket of fish, he waved excitedly, "Did you find out?"

"nailed it!"

Yuri was sweating profusely, sitting on the open-air chair, relieved, this was the information bought with a bucket of fish, but he was exhausted.

"Mrs. O'Neill, I just want to hire a gardener recently. You can try it out for a day and help her weed. If you are satisfied, you can be officially hired."

"Great, now I can participate in the novice gardener competition."

The entry requirements for the Novice Gardener Competition are extremely strict. Not only must you pass the preliminaries, but you must also have a certificate of qualification for gardening. But because of this, the Novice Gardener Competition has become the only way to become a professional star gardener.

"Are you sure? This time?" Yuri asked casually after drinking a glass of soda.

"It hasn't sprouted yet." He frowned and replied impatiently.

"Don't worry, there is still a month before the qualifiers. I heard that she has a bad temper, so you should weed as soon as possible."

Yuri poured out half a bucket of fish from the bucket, took it to his kitchen, and said with a smile.

"Thanks." He picked up the tool and walked towards the corner.

Looking at his back, Yuri always felt very strange. The qualifiers used seeds that were easy to feed. He usually planted some seeds, but when he came to the qualifiers, he just couldn’t germinate. Could it be that the seeds also have anxiety ?

"Who put the glue here? What a sick mind!" He cursed angrily, and picked up the bicycle stuck to the corner with some dirt on it. If it wasn't for rushing to remove the weeds, he would have to find the culprit to settle the score .

At this time, a few gangsters stood on the corner of the street, laughing loudly, "Just like him, you still want to participate in the novice gardener competition?"

From the cactus town to Mrs. Olney's house, you need to pass through a small forest and several small hills, and finally pass a lake, and then go a few hundred meters.

Looking around, the sun is like falling from the funnel on the top of the tree, and the ground is full of light and shadow.The surrounding vegetation is verdant and green, but here is lifeless and lonely.

"Is anyone there? Mrs. O'Neill?" Yolan parked his bicycle and stepped into the courtyard with tools.

Then what he saw was: weeds were overgrown, and there were only two colors in the garden—dark green and withered yellow. Jolan took a step back in fright. It seemed that the situation here was worrisome!

Carefully avoiding the dying green vines, he walked up the steps and knocked on the door: "Mrs. O'Neill! I'm the new gardener Yolan, are you home?"

After several minutes, there was still no response from inside. Yolan caught a glimpse of a small sign on the wooden table on the balcony, which read:

"Please help me weed."

That's how it turned out. The master went out, and Yolan picked up the tools with confidence and looked around the garden.

The garden area is very large, several times the size of an ordinary garden. Although it is now a mess, he is full of energy. He rolled up his sleeves and mustered up the courage to walk into the garden, "Let me help you reborn now!"

Yolan didn't have any experience. He relied entirely on his hobby, read a few gardening books, participated in two school planting activities, and no small tree survived in his hands, which was equivalent to a novice gardener.

No, he pulled out a sickle, grabbed a handful of weeds, and started cutting.Soon he was sweating profusely, he forgot to wear a straw hat, the scorching sun was baking the flowerless garden, and Yoran wanted to make them smoke together.

After squatting on the ground and working all morning, Yolan only felt sore all over. He glanced at the garden again, and there were still two-thirds of the weeds, and decided to take a rest.

"Ah! This charming fragrance, the weather is so nice!" He stood under the shade of the tree, raised his head for a breath, and sighed to the sky.

Yolan took out the drawing board and paints from the back seat of the bicycle, sat down on the ground, and prepared to paint impromptuly. The sky, the stream, the grass...all ran into his painting, he closed his eyes, and daubed on the painting again. Fan, a handsome and elegant boy, was walking in the grass.

"twitter--"

A bird flew down from the tree with a fragment in its mouth, stopped on the drawing board, stared at the boy in the painting and yelled endlessly, as if secretly expressing his heart.

Seeing this, Yolan couldn't help smiling, he did have a talent for painting, and he came from a family. His great-grandfather was a popular court painter, and anyone in his family who came out to paint would be fine.

But at the moment when he was distracted, the fragment miraculously merged into the picture and disappeared. At the same time, the picture blinked and took the opportunity to touch his shovel.

The shovel shone brightly in the sun, and he stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, the sun was too strong.

"Boom--"

Just as he was lying on the ground admiring his paintings, it suddenly rained heavily, and the rain fell on Yolan's face, and he cried out in surprise, "Oops! My tools!"

That's a newly bought shovel, it's not good if it gets rusted in the rain, Yolan hurriedly ran into the wild grass, left the sickle, right shovel, picked it up and went to the balcony, if I knew it, I would have brought an umbrella .

He watched the continuous raindrops covering the entire courtyard like a net, and the moisture permeated the air, dispelling the heat.

"That painting!" Yolan slapped his forehead and looked at the drawing board looming in the distance. How could he forget it?

When he walked under the tree, he found that the drawing board had disappeared, leaving only the palette that had been washed out beyond recognition by the rain. Yolan thought suspiciously, was it taken away by a bird?

"Excuse me, are you Yoran?"

A girl in a purple suspender dress ran out from a neighbor's house, holding a transparent umbrella and a blue umbrella.

"Hi, what's the matter?" Yoran picked up the palette and asked politely.

"This is what Ms. Bertha asked me to pass on to you. You must go to the pier immediately." She took out a telegram and handed it to him, putting the blue umbrella in his hand. "It's raining, don't you Bring an umbrella and return it next time."

Yolan opened the note, his expression changed instantly, and before he had time to thank him, he left here on his bicycle.

And no one saw that in Mrs. O'Neill's garden at this time, a young man was walking barefoot in the grass. He held a big green leaf in his hand, covering the top of his head, and raindrops fell in a line from the edge.

"It's so cold." The boy's shoulders were wet from the rain. He curled up on the balcony, shivering a little. At this moment, he noticed the pot of blue irises, which was placed on the edge of the balcony, half drenched in the rain. So he held it in his arms, "You're cold too, aren't you?"

A few minutes later, he saw the only window in the entire villa that was not closed. He took the potted flower and flipped in from there.

After he appeared, the weeds in the whole garden began to grow wildly.

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Bird: Please betroth it to me (pointing to the oil painting boy)

Yoran: Please betroth yourself to me (smirk)

If you like it, collect it, and betroth your heart to me>_