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"Heika!"

A voice woke him up from his dream. He looked at Yolan's face enlarged in front of his eyes. What sad thing was hidden deep in his eyes?

"Let's go for a walk in the garden, you've been asleep for three hours."

Feili threw off his quilt. The temperature was a little cooler at this time, and he felt bored staying in the room all the time.

"Oh." Heika put on the sandals, washed his face, and followed.

The garden of this clinic is small, but it is well-kept. There are a few bees buzzing around, picking osmanthus nectar.

Heika stared at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree thoughtfully. On the branch closest to him, there was an insect with gray wings, which was devouring another tiny insect in its mouth.

"Look! What is it eating?"

Haika approached the leaves, surprised.

Yolan pressed his shoulders and looked up, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, "It's a black spider."

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Feili caught the insect and put it on the palm of his hand, "Since it can eat black spiders, is it possible that it can also eat red spiders?"

Haika and Yolan looked at each other, and clapped their hands tacitly. The warm touch from the palms made them withdraw quickly, and they could only hide it with a dry smile.

Philip was caught in the middle, feeling inexplicably embarrassed, and waved his hands, "Let's tell the nurse, take some back and try."

Yolan hurried to the duty room unnaturally, ignoring the two people who were panting behind him. The moment he clapped hands just now, he felt his heart was about to jump out.

He doesn't know I just kissed him.

Haika simply stopped running, and followed leisurely with his little hands behind his back, smiling secretly against the wind.

"What are these bugs doing?"

The nurse sister looked at the three of them suspiciously, and smiled jokingly, "Feed the caterpillars?"

Twice in a row, I saw them all related to these bugs. The handsome and unruly boy in front of me was hospitalized again this time.

"No, we're going to treat the spider mites in the garden, and the leaves of my roses are almost gone."

Heika smiled softly, supported Yolan who was just stepping up the steps and was unsteady, and explained.

"Then you guys have to work hard." The nurse took his temperature for him, and the high fever had subsided. She glanced at Heika with some ambiguity in her eyes.

"How is Auntie?" Seeing Yolan leaning against the door frame and watching, Haika refused to go in.

"I added some glucose, and I'm awake now. It should be because I'm too tired at ordinary times, so I need to pay more attention to rest."

While packing up the thermometer, the nurse talked to Heika.

Haika deliberately pushed forward and squeezed him into the ward, "Sorry, my feet are slippery."

He and Feli sat in the corridor, quietly listening to the movement inside.

Across the wall, the air suddenly became quiet, Yolan stood in place, the green vines swayed outside the window, the sunlight shattered, and the white wall floated.

Ms. Bertha opened her eyes and opened her mouth. She wanted to say something but only shouted two words: "Yoran."

Yolan's face became more complex, and he walked to the bed, took out something from her pocket, and smiled "Puchi": "Why do you carry scissors with you all the time!"

He closed the scissors and put them on the small table next to the bed, "It seems that we are a bit alike."

As he spoke, he took out a small scythe from his coat pocket, "Your barbershop is equivalent to my garden."

Ms. Bertha showed a relieved smile, "I know now."

Haika heard the chatter inside, clasped his hands together, "It's obviously my garden!"