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"Pets?" He froze for a moment, looking at Heika in disbelief. There are so many caterpillars, they are all pests.

"Yeah." Heika nodded with a smile, took the caterpillar from his hand, poked it gently, and the other three looked at him with terrifying eyes.

"Let me introduce formally. My name is Yolan. I am the gardener introduced by Uncle Yuga, the owner of the fish shop, a month ago. I came here once before and weeded you once, but you didn't seem to be at home at that time. This lady can testify. said he, holding out his hand to Mrs. O'Neill.

Speaking of which, Yolan is not a professional gardener. He and Yuri are good friends who grew up together. When he decided to become a gardener, only Yuri supported him. Got this gardening job.

He took a deep breath and looked at Mrs. O'Neill and Heika expectantly, full of vigor and confidence.

"Then you can go to work now!" Mrs. O'Neill glanced at Heika and said cheerfully.

"Yeah!" He clenched his hands into fists, jumped up, and ran around in the yard.

Heika looked at him with his head tilted. On the last day of June, the sunlight rested on his long and narrow eyelashes, and many stars fell into it. His master returned!

after an hour.

Since Heika said that the pests in the yard were his pets, he could not weed the weeds first, but had to catch these pests in a big basket first.

While catching insects with his bare hands, he listened to Dorothy and Heika giving lessons in the yard.

"Let's study mathematics today, let's test what we learned yesterday." Dorothy said, took out a paper and handed it to him, solemnly.

Haika didn't speak, just read the test paper, picked up a pen and started to do it.

Don't look at Dorothy who is obsessed with making various cold drinks all day long. She is a second-year student at Cactus High School, a top student. Since Haika has never learned anything and looks 15 years old, it is troublesome to go to school. Mrs. O'Neill asked her to be Heika's teacher, and after finishing elementary school knowledge, see if she can be transferred to middle school.

At the price, of course—to be her cold drink taster until school, Mrs. O'Neill reluctantly obliged.

"Great! It's all right!" Dorothy screamed. In less than 10 minutes, he finished the papers for the elementary school graduation exam. It was only half a month after they made up lessons, and Heika almost finished all the elementary school. Knowledge, "Heika! I didn't expect that you can not only play the guitar, but also be a genius in studies!"

Facing Dorothy's compliment, Heika just smiled softly and stretched his waist, "It's not because the teacher taught well, I'm so tired, let's rest for a while."

"Then I announce: Student Haika, congratulations on graduating from elementary school today!" Dorothy took out a handwritten certificate, and the prize was my special cold strawberry drink. Very reluctant little eyes.

He leaned on the wooden table, resting his chin on one hand, admiring Yolan who was busy in the grass. There was a natural sense of familiarity between him and this person. Heika was hesitating whether to tell him his identity, but suddenly Thinking of what Mrs. O'Neill had told him, the fingers holding the cup moved slightly, feeling a little tangled.

Don't tell anyone, including your master, that you are a painting, or you may get hurt or cause unnecessary trouble.

"Heika, where do you put these caterpillar baskets?" Yoran realized that someone was looking at him, and raised his head, showing his white teeth.

"Just the backyard." Haika came back to his senses and pointed to the back of the villa.

With the help of Mrs. O'Neill, the two of them caught a whole two large baskets of caterpillars. He carried the basket in front of Heika, walked two steps, then turned back, took out a leaf from the basket, and put a leaf on it. Caterpillar, "Too tired from studying? Let it play with you for a while."

For some reason, today was the first time he met Haika, but he felt a faint sense of familiarity. He seemed to have seen this boy somewhere before, so he could only shrug his shoulders and continue working.

"Mrs. O'Neill, can we start weeding now?" After placing all the caterpillars in the backyard, he took out his sickle and geared up. Looking at the vast wasteland, the garden renovation plan officially started!

Strange to say, no matter how many months of neglect, the weeds in ordinary people's gardens do not grow waist-deep. From a distance, the grass leaves are undulating and the blue waves are rippling, just like being in a dream.

"Come and help!" Mrs. O'Neill yelled towards the yard. There were so many weeds, and Yolan alone didn't know how long it would take to cut them. She picked up a hoe and thought.

The basic version of the trilogy of garden transformation: Weeding, loosening, watering!

Under the guidance of Yolan, the four people took the villa as the center and weeded in the four directions of southeast, northwest, respectively. The tools included sickles, kitchen knives, small axes, and hoes!

If there is a helicopter passing by at this time, you will definitely think that someone is playing some kind of spy game. The knife is raised and dropped, the grass leaves are flying, no one is seen in the swaying, and there are four directions, as if a big drama is being staged.

Just as they were running through the grass, a group of reinforcements came clamorously.

"Yoran! We caught a lot of fish, and the buckets are full. It's still early, so I came to play with you..." Yuri talked for a long time, and found that there was no one in the huge yard. Where are you? "

Hearing someone calling himself, he jumped out of the grass and waved his sickle, "I'm here! I'm still weeding!"

"Then do you want us to help you?" Several people shouted in unison, without waiting for his consent, they put the fish bucket aside, walked into the grass, and began to pull up the grass.

When he saw this, he just smiled knowingly, Yuri and his group are so righteous, so cute.

The scene became more heated, and with the influx of Yuri and his party, the original formation was broken.

Yolan bent down and wiped his sweat. The weather was so sultry. He sat in the grass to rest for a while, and then continued to mow the grass. He had deviated from the original direction. Unknowingly, he and Heika was in a straight line.

As the grass continued to be pushed aside, the distance between the two kept shrinking. There was a sickle over there, and a kitchen knife over there. Haika's movements were clean and neat, and he had already turned into a little weeding madman.

Ten centimeters, five centimeters, two centimeters... They are still mowing the grass wholeheartedly. Wherever they walk, it becomes a path, one centimeter, 0.5 centimeters...

"Wow—"

Finally, the grass door was opened, and the two looked at each other. The surrounding was very quiet, and they could almost hear each other's breathing.

After a while, Heika raised his hand and wanted to remove the last piece of grass between them, but he didn't expect that there were a few thorns hidden in the grass, and they bounced back all of a sudden, which was about to scratch his face, Yoran One turned over and pushed him away, and the two fell into the grass at the same time.

"Are you okay?" Yolan looked at Haika who fell to the ground and asked with concern.

"It's okay." Haika patted the dust and stood up, but his hands and face were covered with mud.

"I'll accompany you to wash it in the house. It's too dirty." He felt a little sorry, after all, weeding was his job, and the employer came to help, and he was almost injured.

"Okay." Heika also felt a little tired, so he led him along the path.

There are several rooms on the first floor, and Heika took him around in each room, and saw that Mrs. O'Neill's pot of four seasons orchids was still full of vitality.

"This one was placed here!" He touched the still vigorous Sijilan, "It seems that she likes this potted flower very much."

Haika looked back at him, staring at the pot of Four Seasons Orchid in a daze. A month ago, he came here with this pot of flowers in his arms, but he didn't remember himself.

After going around, there was only one last room left.

"This is your room?" Yolan walked in through the opened door. The brown-yellow and burgundy colors were in a retro style, decorated with various delicate items, which looked very comfortable.

There was a very beautiful photograph on the wall. He walked over and asked casually, "What is this place?"

"Heika."

"So that's where your name comes from. It sounds nice." He admired, and glanced out the window, only to find that the outside was empty, not even a single weed grew, and it looked bare, which was a bit unpleasant.

Then he took Haika to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and was about to wash his hands, but found that the water flow was very thin, "What's going on? Could it be that the water has stopped?"

"Oh, this faucet is broken. Go to the kitchen and wash it." Haika slapped his head, almost forgetting that the faucet in the bathroom was specially remodeled by Mrs. O'Neill. Water, otherwise it will turn back into oil painting.

And here, Yolan walked into the kitchen and found that the water flow was still very small, but it was much better than before. He secretly wondered, it seems that the faucet in Mrs. O'Neill's house is really broken. Next time I come, I will help her make an appointment. The repairman is ready.

At this moment, an old man wearing a straw hat came from the direction of Dorothy's house, and looked at the crazy weeding army with a smile. The weeds were only half removed, and the task was arduous.

"Uncle Payne! Why are you here?" Dorothy threw down the ax and ran into his arms, coquettishly saying.

The old man took off his hat, showing a kind face, it was the old man in the barbershop.

"Why are you?" Jolan asked in surprise, he was actually Dorothy's uncle.

"Friend, have you ever heard of a lawn mower?"

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