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a month later.

"It didn't sprout again!"

Thousands of people gathered in Yunduo Square, a cactus town, and at this moment, everyone realized that they were concentrated on a middle-aged gardener on the stage.

No need to think about it, the annual novice gardener competition has started again.

"Give it! Let it go!"

Yolan squeezed into the crowd. This is the third time he has participated in the novice gardener competition. He failed the previous two times. This time he is full of confidence and will definitely pass the qualifying round.

The seeds participating in the qualifiers are all unnamed seeds released by the government. They are all good-growing flower seeds. They have been distributed to every contestant in March of the first year. Today, three months later, is the day of judging.

All contestants' flower pots need to be handed in three days in advance and then covered with a cover. The veil can only be unveiled today. Therefore, this is a mysterious review, and almost two-thirds of the entire cactus town came. Watch the fun.

"Cosmos!" At this moment, Senior stood proudly on the stage, and when the judges lifted the hood, there was a burst of exclamation from the crowd.

This was the first potted flower that appeared today, and it was blooming beautifully. The judge showed a long-lost smile and turned to look at the middle-aged gardener Conan, who nodded with satisfaction.

"I announce that Senior has successfully advanced and entered the preliminary round of the Novice Gardener Competition." Conan looked at his son appreciatively, with pride in his eyes.

Senior is the one who laughed at Yolan in front of the barber shop a few days ago. Although he looks like a street gangster on the surface, he is actually the son of Conan, the chief gardener of Cactus High School, so he has inherited some gardening talents.

Immediately afterwards, the next contestant came on stage, and at this moment he was looking at the audience with a smile on his face. When the judges lifted the cover, there was a burst of laughter from below.

"It's Chinese cabbage..." the judge held back a smile and said, and then looked at the audience. For some reason, there were vegetable seeds in the seeds this year. He looked at Conan dumbfounded, wondering if this counted.

"Hahahahahaha!" A group of girls laughed loudly, "This is the first time I saw Chinese cabbage in the novice gardening competition, it's so funny."

"Yes, after a few more days, you can take it out and fry it."

"This... since it is an official seed, it is considered qualified." Conan also grinned, and said slowly: "Yuri also successfully advanced and entered the preliminary round of the Novice Gardener Competition."

Yuri came purely to accompany Yolan to participate in the competition. He had no desire for victory or defeat. He just walked off the stage calmly, squeezed behind Yolan, and asked softly in his ear.

"How is it? When I handed it in a few days ago, did it germinate?"

He shook his head, but there was a little expectation in his eyes, "Before handing in that day, I loosened the soil with a new shovel, and it felt like something was about to burst out of the body."

"Really?" Yuri raised his voice subconsciously. They are good friends since childhood. This time he has hope to pass the qualifiers, and he is happier than anyone else.

The qualifiers have been going on, but since Yuri, there has been no sprouting, and it is coming to an end, Yolan is nervously grabbing the corner of his clothes, staring at the stage intently.

"Now there is only the flower pot of the last contestant left, please uncover—"

Yolan closed his eyes at that moment, and the audience was in an uproar the next second, with exclamations one after another.

"It's actually a violet, a blooming violet!" The judges were dumbfounded. The reason why many people didn't germinate in the first two qualifiers was that the organizer deliberately distributed some seeds that had been stored for a long time. These seeds were difficult to germinate. Flowering is even rarer.

Among them, violets are one of these seeds. It is no wonder that Conan and the judges were stunned, because for the first time in three consecutive sessions, violets appeared, and they were still blooming violets, which is great!

"Wow!" Yolan danced happily and shouted on the stage, "It's blooming! It's blooming!"

Yuri gave him a thumbs up, and everyone in the crowd was stunned. I didn't expect that the most amazing person in this year's qualifiers would be an amateur gardener.

"Impossible..." Senior murmured. Looking at the scene on the stage, he felt incredible. The most talented gardener in the whole town should be himself. How could this be? Those seeds are difficult to germinate. Everyone knows.

After successfully passing the qualifiers, Yolan walked around the street, very excited. Amidst the surprise on Ms. Bertha's face, he went into the room to help the guests wash their hair, and hummed a little song while washing.

"Yoran, let's go!" Yuri rushed in and shouted loudly.

"What's wrong?" He turned around, his hands covered in foam and hair.

"Didn't you get the telegram?"

"I received it in Seagrass City before. Too bad! I forgot!" He slapped his forehead, quickly washed the guest's hair with water, wiped it with a towel, and followed Yuri out.

When mentioning Haicao City, his eyes inadvertently showed a trace of sadness, and even Yuri didn't know what happened in that short time.

It was a telegram from Mrs. O'Neill's garden. It had been a month since the last weeding. Maybe they were arguing to fire him now!

"Hurry up, maybe she hasn't gone out yet."

He naturally understood that if he couldn't keep the job of taking care of the garden, he couldn't participate in the preliminary round of the novice gardener competition - the garden viewing competition.

At this time, in front of Mrs. O'Neill's courtyard, under the peach tree.

Heika put on a handmade retro shirt specially sewn by Mrs. O'Neill, distressed blue jeans, and the breeze brushed his hair, looking refreshed.

"Hi! My name is Dorothy, and I'm Mrs. O'Neill's neighbor. Nice to meet you!" A girl came through the gap in the fence with a basket and greeted Heika, who had lent it to Yoran half a month ago. Umbrella that girl.

"Hi Dorothy, my name is Heika!" He came back to his senses and smiled brightly, showing his white teeth.

Seeing him looking into the distance, Dorothy asked suspiciously, "Who are you waiting for?"

"I don't know his name, and I don't know if he will come back." Heika shook his head and replied in confusion.

She shook the basket and said mysteriously, "Guess what's in it? It took me several days to develop it!"

As he spoke, he walked towards the wooden table in the yard and called out sweetly, "Mrs. O'Neill, I'm here to visit you!"

Two months ago, Mrs. O'Neill went out to the beach for vacation. No one knew about it. She came back half a month later. Because it was midnight, and Mrs. O'Neill had been unconscious since returning home, and Dorothy After sending a letter to Yolan half a month ago, they also went to the mountain for vacation, so this is the first time they have met in two months.

"Long time no see, Dorothy, you've grown taller again." Mrs. O'Neill brought out a plate of vegetable salad and baked mashed potatoes, and patted her head affectionately.

Dorothy took out dessert and two glasses of orange cold drinks from the basket, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I should have come to see you earlier, I heard that you have been sick during this period."

Although the time was staggered, she didn't notice the abnormality of the neighbor, but after she came back yesterday, she has been feeling sorry, so she made some food with her own hands to see her.

People think that Mrs. O'Neill is an eccentric person, but in fact, in Dorothy's eyes, she is just a lonely and lovely old man.

Under the sun, the pattern on Heika's arm is a guitar pick, simple and clean, with an English abbreviation:

Edward Frances

If anyone looks up the history, he will know that this is a rumored guitar god who has been with the guitar all his life and has written [-] guitar pieces, all of which are famous.

"Hello, my name is Fili, I'm a luthier, this is my first guitar, would anyone like to try my work?"

A voice interrupted Haika's contemplation. A handsome and tough young man walked into the courtyard and said confidently.

"A luthier?" Mrs. O'Neill was surprised: "I didn't expect there to be a luthier in this town. It really looks like a work of art!"

Luthiers are a rare group, usually inherited from the family. In addition, this is the countryside, and few people play musical instruments, so they are more male.

Haika didn't speak, but quietly stroked the guitar, as if he was used to it, and he himself felt strange, obviously, it was the first time he had seen this kind of instrument.

"Can I play along for a while?"

After a while, he picked up the guitar and said to Phil.

"Of course, it's my honor." Feili said happily. This is his first work. Although it is not yet mature, if someone is willing to play it, it is the best compliment to himself.

Heika held his breath intently, moved his fingers, gently pressed his left hand on the strings, and flicked down his right hand. A gentle voice came out from the resonance box. He was completely immersed in the wonderful music, and his left and right hands cooperated perfectly. A nameless melody.

Looking at the others, they seemed to be intoxicated by the afternoon of singing birds and flowers. Mrs. O'Neill even stood on tiptoe and danced a minuet.

As soon as Yolan came to the door on his bicycle, he was attracted by the beautiful sound of the piano. He went in along the path, pushed aside the grass blades, and wanted to see who was playing, but unexpectedly encountered a caterpillar. Seeing that there were caterpillars on the surrounding grass blades, Yolan screamed instantly, it was really scary!

"Who?" The sound of the piano stopped, and Dorothy saw the grass swaying a bit, walked over here, and gestured to Mrs. O'Neill.

"It's me, Yolan, your gardener!" Just when Mrs. O'Neill's broom was about to hit him on the head, a man's embarrassed face appeared in the sight of the three.

I saw him slumped in the grass, his hair slightly disheveled, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he was holding a caterpillar in his hand.

"Great! I'm about to go out to find a gardener, and these weeds are driving me crazy!" Mrs. O'Neill said excitedly, throwing away the broom and pulling him up quickly.

As soon as Yolan raised his head, several people came into view. On the left was the girl he had seen last time. In the middle was Mrs. O’Neill and the young man in a suit. The young man on the far side was as handsome as jade, elegant and noble, as if he had stepped out of a painting. generally.

"You..." This was the first time in Yolan's life that he felt suffocated. He only felt that on the last day of June, in this barren grass garden, all the flowers seemed to be blooming. What is your name?"

"Heika." He blinked, bent slightly, pointed at the caterpillar in his hand, and smiled, "Sorry, this is my pet, you can't hurt it."

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small theater:

Heika: Playing the piano is so tiring, what should I do...

Yolan: Stuck in goods!Come to a caterpillar to refresh your mind!