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"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

As soon as Haika's fishing rod was loosened, he took a few steps back and landed in the shallow water, splashing a burst of water.

One of them was in the river and the other was on the bank, looking at each other and laughing, both were amused by Yolan's fishing operation.

"It turns out that when you asked me to fish, you meant to sneak into the river and become a fish." Heikala returned the fishing line, retracted the fishing rod, scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on his face, and joked.

"Heika is fishing, and those who wish will take the bait." Yolan also splashed water on him with his hand, and with a shallow wave, the river water just splashed in front of his shoes. Although Heika was playing with the water, he was not wet.

"This sentence is so familiar, I seem to have seen it in a certain Chinese book." Haika was very happy, watching him flopping in the water, the fine fluff following the water droplets and glowing pale gold in the sun, and his clear face Only a few steps away from him, Heika lay beside the keg, thinking, Yoran is really beautiful.

The two played together by the river until the evening, chatting all the way back home.

For the first time, he stayed at Mrs. O'Neill's house and didn't go back.

On a summer night, the sky is filled with stars, insects are chirping and frogs are chirping, and the cool breeze is blowing. Haika and Yolan are lying on the roof, feeling very comfortable.

"What are you going to do after school?" Yolan asked, counting the stars with his hands behind his head.

Haika turned sideways, leaned on his arm and looked at him, "Let's go to class, and then continue to learn the piano with Boss Carlo, and I want to go to the conservatory of music."

"I also want to take the Gardener Academy, but that will have to wait until the end of this competition." Yolan pursed his lips and smiled, "A total of 193 stars."

"Haha, have you counted all the stars?" Heika picked up a grape from the plate and threw it into his mouth.

"Hey! Do you want to eat grapes?" Yolan looked at the fruit on the plate and said, shaking his recliner.

Heika spit out a grape seed, put it on the palm of his hand, and showed it to him, "Aren't you eating it now?"

"I'm not saying that the grapes I bought are the grapes I grew myself!"

Yolan sat up from the chair and looked towards the garden from the roof, "We can grow some grapes there!"

Heika followed his fingers and looked over. Not far from the window of his room, there was an open space without flowers and plants. There was a newly transplanted camphor tree next to it, which happened to be a grape trellis.

"Then do you want to keep these grape seeds for you to sow?" Heika collected the grape seeds and put them into a small bottle, Slow Line said joyfully.

"In fact, most of the grapes are planted by grafting or transplanting!" He couldn't help laughing, took the small bottle of grape seeds, and said with a smile: "Actually, this can also be sown, and it takes enough patience and care for the grapes to grow. I'll help you grow it."

One swears, and the other firmly believes.

The next day.

At five o'clock in the morning, a drop of dew rolled from the tip of the grass and fell on Heika's nose. It was a little cold, and he opened his eyes and woke up.

"Yoran—"

He picked up the plaid shirt that fell on the chair. He was not on the roof. He hurried down the wooden ladder and saw Yolan busy on the roof of the sunny house, holding a hammer in his hand, fixing a piece of wood.

"Morning!" He blew on the sawdust, brushed his neck-length hair behind his ears, raised his eyebrows, and looked a little handsome and unruly.

"It's too early, isn't it?" Heika stretched, yawned, and said sleepily.

The author has something to say:

I really like this theme, but maybe the theme is too cold, the little angels are all out to chat, please give me strong motivation and care!Meme Chirp