My oil painting is perfect

"Do you need my help?" Haika stood firm, grabbed a bag of fertilizer, and there was no instruction on it.

"It's only been planted for more than a dozen days. Is it time to fertilize so soon?" Uncle Payne just passed by the gate of the yard and asked.

In less than half a month, the roses from the cuttings had grown rapidly, twice the height of ordinary roses.

"Actually, I have a secret that I didn't tell everyone." Yolan whispered in his ear, "My shovel, the organisms that have loosened the soil, will accelerate the growth several times."

"No way? Are you kidding me?" He waved his hands with an absurd look on his face, thinking he was talking nonsense.

"I testify." Haika raised his hand, his eyes full of trust.

Why is he so sure? This starts from the day a month ago. When Yolan just painted the oil painting, Heika was given life. The first thing he touched was the shovel, because By some wondrous law, the shovel has had its magic ever since.

In order to confirm this, Uncle Payne decided to borrow this shovel to go back and observe for a few days.

So next, they started fertilizing.

Fertilization is a physical effort. First, the amount of organic fertilizer must be adjusted according to the proportion. Two people hide in the shade of a tree, one scoops and the other weighs, just like playing house, which looks quite interesting.

"What were you discussing just now?" Yolan grabbed a handful of fertilizer from his pocket, sweat dripping from his hair.

"It's nothing." Heika was stunned for a moment, but then he realized that he was referring to Dorothy's plan, because Fei Li said that he liked Dorothy not to tell others for the time being.

"Oh." Yolan replied, and didn't take it seriously.

After a whole morning of tinkering, the two of them carried the fertilizer and walked side by side on the garden path, sprinkling fertilizer on both sides.

The sun was scorching hot, the summer cicadas were screaming, layers of green shadows were swaying, Heika lifted up his big straw hat, and sat leisurely on the stone slab, looking at Yolan, the most beautiful gardener in the world, bending over and working hard. here.

"That's right!" Yolan took the water bottle and sprayed it several times, then turned around and said to him, "I might not come here after participating in the Garden Competition."

The fertilizer in Haika's hand was knocked to the ground. He actually knew the reason, but his heart still felt a little uncomfortable.

No matter how familiar they were before, once Yolan knew his identity, it was as if a hemp rope was twisted in his heart. Every time he saw him, it would remind him of that incident.

"I see." Hekara lowered his hat, his eyes were very dry, his existence was something that made Yoran sad.

Just when the atmosphere became dull, the sky was covered with dark clouds, thunder and lightning flashed, a gust of wind blew past, and the bean-sized raindrops fell suddenly, patting everything in the garden.

"It's raining!" Mrs. O'Neill yelled hastily, and ran to the yard to collect her clothes.

"Run!" Yolan and the others were far away from the villa. The raindrops formed a slanted line and quickly wet the clothes of both of them. Haika's shoulders had already deepened.

Yolan took off his clothes, threw them on his head, covering most of his body, and ran into the room together.

Fortunately, he ran fast so that Heika didn't get wet all over. He sat in the living room on the first floor and brought Jolan a set of clean clothes to change into.

But the showers came and went, and did not tend to go away, and Yoran simply stayed at Mrs. O'Neill's for lunch.

After eating, it occurred to me that the street concert would be two days away. This time, he was going to play three pieces by himself, all of which were elementary fingerstyle pieces, which were of a certain degree of difficulty, and he hadn’t practiced them yet. He took out the guitar and played it from beginning to end according to the score.

It has to be said that Haika has an innate talent, and many skills have not been taught to him by the teacher. He just read the textbook and understood it.

"The strap is broken!" I don't know if he was working too hard or too hard, but the black guitar strap snapped off, and the guitar fell to the ground with a "boom", making a dull sound.

Yolan was flipping through gardening books. Hearing the sound, he glanced at the opposite side, and saw that he had changed his posture. A strap on one side of the guitar was hanging on the bed, and there was a slight crack in the headstock.

Another day passed in the blink of an eye.

Tomorrow is the street concert, and Dorothy has volunteered to contract all the cold drink supply. This morning, she will go to the street to collect a lot of fruits to prepare for tomorrow's event.

"I think she might poison us."

Next to the fruit shop, Haika said to Boss Carlo solemnly that they will start setting up the venue in a while, and they are doing the final ensemble practice at this time.

"How is it possible? Dorothy said that she is very experienced in making cold drinks, so it shouldn't be so outrageous?" Carlo shook his head. In fact, this street concert does not charge tickets, so it is already very good for someone to take the initiative to help up.

"You'll know tomorrow." Heika smiled slyly and didn't explain anymore. He just winked at Feili outside the door and continued practicing the piano.

It was eleven o'clock in the morning, and there were only two or three people away from the fruit shop. Philip straightened his hair in front of the glass, and then walked in.

While looking at which direction Dorothy was from out of the corner of his eye, he pretended to be picking up fruit, inadvertently shortening the distance.

"Philly!" Dorothy tossed up an orange, turned her head and shouted in surprise.

"What a coincidence, you also come to buy fruit?" Feili turned around, greeted and smiled.

"Well. I will use it for the recital tomorrow. Have you practiced that piece? I heard that you are going to have a rehearsal this afternoon. Don't be ashamed!"

She nodded, not having any doubts about the chance encounter, and helped him pick a big watermelon, and told him a lot of fruit picking tips.

"Let me help you carry some." Feili took the two bags. There are too many people coming to the concert tomorrow. She bought two big bags of fruit and other things, so it was very difficult to carry them. .

"Just carry one." Dorothy didn't refuse, gave him a bag, and walked out the door together.

"By the way, how is that friend of yours doing? Have you ever met someone you want to pursue? Are the two getting acquainted?" When she walked to the door of the piano store, she glanced inside and asked about Fei Li.

Heika happened to be cutting his nails at the door, Chao and the others waved their hands, with a hint of mystery in their smiles.

"Ah, he is looking for a chance to meet her by chance. I happened to see him in the cafe just now. I think we have met her by now."

Feili blinked, and replied with a guilty conscience, thinking, this person is right in front of your eyes.

Three in the afternoon.

The outside of the cafe was overcrowded, full of people watching the fun, and the concert was set up in the open-air square of the cafe.

Haika, Boss Carlo, and a few students are adjusting the equipment, and they are very busy.

Yoran came out the front door of the barber shop, clutching a brown guitar strap with one hand behind his back, and walked slowly towards the stage.

"Hai——" he yelled towards the center of the stage, waving the guitar strap in his hand, wanting to use it for his performance tomorrow, but he didn't expect to be preempted by someone.

"Heika, this is the strap I bought for you, thank you today."