My oil painting is perfect

"I don't know either." Haika didn't look carefully at the things in his hand, but walked over naturally, took out a mint-flavored popsicle from the bag, and handed it to him.

"Snapped--"

Yoran didn't pick it up, and the popsicle fell on the slate and broke into several pieces.

"are you crazy?"

Seeing the popsicle falling on the hot ground and starting to melt, Haika wanted to pick it up, but Yolan kicked it away.

"You haven't answered my question yet!" Yolan looked at him with hostility for some reason.

"It's not my thing." Heika replied lightly, ignoring his convulsions, took out a popsicle and licked it.

"You lied to me." Yolan said these words crisply, his hand holding the vinyl record trembling, "I saw the exact same thing in your room before, but you actually tore it up and threw it away, you I don't understand what this means to me at all, and I'm so disappointed."

Haika was also angry and threw the popsicle in his face, "I told you, this thing is not mine. The vinyl record is in my room, so I didn't throw it away."

After finishing speaking, he walked into the room angrily and rummaged around, but he couldn't find it after searching the house. Yolan didn't want to hear his excuses anymore, so he turned and walked out of the yard, and the figure of riding a bicycle flashed by in the wind.

"I really hate you. From today on, I never want to see you again."

When he left the room, the last words he said completely made Haika sit on the ground. A scalding liquid slid down from his cheeks and dripped on the back of his hand, soaking the number 365 and quietly turning it into 295.

The longer it took to become a human, the more emotions Haika could experience, but crying was the first time he tried it.

The yard was empty, the gardening tools were placed in a mess on the grass, the water pipes gurgled out, and the washed canvas shoes were also splashed with mud at this moment. Heika was lying in the grass. The sun was so strong that he had to close his eyes. eyes.

"Di-"

"Di-"

"Di-"

……

Haika suddenly felt that the whole world was very quiet, and he could even hear the second hand in the villa. The weather gradually turned cloudy, and the strong wind rolled up the fallen leaves, hitting his eyelids. Feeling physically and mentally exhausted and empty for no reason.

Soon, the weekend passed, and Yoran, apart from coming to water in the morning and evening, loosened the soil for a while and left.

Mrs. O'Neill's garden has never been so deserted. Philly has hardly been here since the birthday party, and Dorothy is also busy with her relationship. Everyone knows it. The atmosphere between the few people has become very awkward. .

"Hey!"

Heika was very depressed, and wandered around the door of the barber shop, wanting to say hello to him, but Yolan ignored him and walked to Yuri's house as if he didn't see it.

It was still the same for several days, and Haika was also angry. He didn't know why Yoran's attitude changed so much because of a few pieces.

He didn't know where the vinyl record went. He searched the whole villa, but he didn't see it.

Heika was disheartened and stopped looking for Jolan. He still went to class every day, and occasionally played tennis with Fili.

On this day, because Yolan was too tired recently, he took a late sleep and didn't get up until noon.

"Boom boom boom——"

Ms. Bertha knocked on the door suspiciously, but there was still no sound, "Yoran! Are you inside?"

She knocked for a long time, but did not see Yolan coming out, so she found the key and opened the door by herself.

The room was very dark, the curtains were half-opened, and Yolan was curled up in the quilt, with cold sweat on his forehead.

"what happened to you?"

Bertha approached the bed, threw off the quilt, and touched his forehead, which was hot.

"I have a fever!" Miss Hauser came in at some point, she quickly helped Yolan up, "Hurry up, take him to the clinic!"

Bertha picked up the tall Yoran on her back in a daze, and hurried out of the room with Miss Hauser.

"Doctor, how is he?"

Lady Bertha was walking up and down outside the door, and the sound of footsteps was disturbing.

"Have you eaten too many cold drinks recently? Coupled with being too tired, you have a high fever when you catch a cold, and the fever has subsided. Just go home and take your medicine on time."

The female nurse handed her a glass of water and comforted her.

Ms. Bertha's brows relaxed a little, and Miss Hauser put her shoulders beside her, "It's okay, he just has a cold."

"Ah."

Bertha never cared about Yoran. She always scolded him, saying that he was not doing his job properly and refused to help her run the barber shop. Before he knew it, he was already 18 years old. A situation like today must have happened before. Been many times.

She suddenly felt a little distressed. Yoran has been depressed these days. She doesn't know what happened, and she didn't see him playing with those friends, Ms. Bertha guessed.

"You go back to the barber shop first, I'll help you look after it here, and I'll send him back after transfusion of this bottle of liquid."

Miss Hauser smiled warmly, and covered Yolan with a quilt. The barbershop cannot be empty, and the guests are all lined up.

Two in the afternoon.

At the tennis court of Lankui High School, it was the hottest time of the day, and Heika was listlessly hiding in the shade of a tree, lazily flipping through a book of music.

"Why haven't you seen Yolan these days?"

After playing a game, Fei Li came over sweating profusely and drank a saliva.

"It's broken."

Heika handed him a handkerchief, frowned, and continued to flip through the music score.

"We're the same."

Philip smiled and joked.

Once the boundary of friendship is crossed, there is no going back, he thought to himself.

"The person you like is him?"

Philly tightened the bottle cap and asked casually.

"What?" Heika just peeled off a chocolate ball, and it fell into the grass with a shake of his hand.

"Isn't it?" Feili shook his head, thinking he had guessed wrong, "I think Yolan treats you differently from us, last time I saw him make a bet with his junior, he asked his junior to bring you ice Qiling, he also cut your hair, Yuri said that he has never cut anyone else's hair except you when he grows up."

"Don't mention it, his skills are really bad." Heika shrugged, covering up his thoughts, and complained.

"Heika!"

Someone waved at them from the other side of the net. Haika looked closer and found that it was a boy with a yellow hair tie. "Shuiyan, what's wrong?"

"Wilan and Dorothy have broken up!"

Shui Yan is a gossip expert, he is always the first to know when there is trouble in the school.

"No way, I saw them playing together on the basketball court yesterday." Haika looked at him suspiciously, feeling incredible.

"Why?" Feili looked away. On the one hand, he was worried that she would be hurt, but on the other hand, he was a little happy. He had mixed feelings for a while, and didn't know what to say.

"I don't know. I saw them quarreling at the back door of the school just now. I didn't hear the details, but I heard the word 'break up'. Dorothy cried."

Shui Yan happily described that Weilan and Dorothy were the most perfect couple in Lankui, and they did not expect that the two would break up.

"Go and have a look." Heika raised his eyebrows at Fili and said worriedly.

"Okay." Feili packed his schoolbag quickly, and walked to the school gate with Haika, leaving only Shuiyan staying where he was with great interest.

There is a street behind the school gate, all of which are small shops, where they usually buy stationery, cakes and so on. There is a cold drink shop that Dorothy often goes to. Place, turned several times around the school.

"Where is she going?"

Feili and Heika went to all the places she usually went to, but they didn't see her.

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Happy Children's Day to all the little angels!Today, we are all babies~