My oil painting is perfect

It was not yet dark, and the three of them were standing in the middle of the forest, setting up tents. This place was where they met Dorothy last time. They brought fruits and sandwiches, and they were going to catch fish in the stream and bake them together.

"I only brought three tents." Feili looked at it and exclaimed, "When will he come?"

This camping was their first event since their quarrel, and he didn't want anyone to be absent.

"You can sleep with me, or I can sleep with Yoran." Heika threw pillows and blankets into the tent casually, looked into the depths of the path, chewed the grass tip, and said the allocation in this way.

He assigned the tent lightly, looked at the two of them, and felt a little guilty, but fortunately they didn't realize that, in his subconscious, he had long believed that he should sleep with him for a long time.

Philly picked up a thinned bamboo pole and threw it into the stream, the water splashed all over, and it was empty.

"Heika! Come and help me."

Fili threw it several times in a row but failed to catch any fish, and shouted to Haika on the shore.

Hearing this, Haika ran a few steps to the stream, only to stop abruptly when he saw that the edges of his shoes were soaked.Living with them for so long, he almost forgot that he was originally an oil painting.

At this moment, there was the rustling of leaves behind him, and a figure leaped over and fell into the stream. With his bright smile, he was sure to hit every blow. At that moment, Heika felt that he saw an angel.

"Is there a basket?"

Yolan stretched out his hand, and there was a fish jumping around in the palm of his hand. Water droplets splashed on his face, and he said to Haika.

"Oh, I'll bring it right away."

With his help, several small fish were caught in no time. It was completely dark. They sat in front of the tent, on top of the bonfire,

The stars were dotted with insects, and several people were grilling fruits and fish. Haika grabbed a handful of black pepper powder and sprinkled it on the belly of the fish.

The aroma was tangy, and the four of them sat in front of the tree, talking and laughing happily.

"It's been a long time since we played together."

Fei Li stretched his waist, accidentally stepped on Dorothy's slippers, and was severely beaten by him.

The starry sky under the night is dreamy and ethereal.

Heika turned his head to look at Yoran, and stabbed Fili's arm.

Fili tore a piece of fish, "By the way, the Yorante record that I borrowed from you last time is gone."

Heika couldn't help being startled when he heard this, and the juice sprayed his face.

"The studio was stolen two days ago, and many instruments for making the piano were gone, including the record." Fili frowned when talking about this incident, "Those thieves in the small town are still committing crimes, it's too rampant !"

Yolan took out a tissue calmly, and Heka wiped the juice on his legs, "How about we find out this gang of thieves together?"

"That's a good idea." Dorothy picked off the fishbone slowly, "It's been so boring recently, it's time to have some fun."

Several people gathered around the sumptuous grilled fish and other foods, chatting and laughing happily. It was already late at night, and Feli and Dorothy entered their tents respectively. Behind her head, her feet flicked, "My canvas shoes are so dirty!"

Yolan burst out laughing, put his hands on the ground, and leaned back, "I won't wash it for you."

The two blew out the pile of firewood and walked into the tent one after the other.

"By the way, the game is about to start, right?"

Heika slept in it, and the dew was heavy at night, and his sleeves were already a little wet.

"Well, next week." Yoran lowered the curtain, lit a lamp, and the tent became warm immediately.

"Come on! My garden will definitely not be bad!" Heika said proudly with her mouth raised.

In Heika's view, there is nothing more beautiful than the garden Yoran has tended for him.

The next day.

On a fine day, in Mrs. O'Neill's yard, Yoran sat on the steps scrubbing the espadrilles.

"Morning." Mrs. O'Neill came out of the room yawning, startled.

"Let me wash it." She looked at him suspiciously, but seeing him block it with his hand, she shrugged and said no.

At some point, the relationship between Heika and Yolan became more subtle. Mrs. O'Neill looked back at Heika who was frying eggs in the kitchen, and it was even more incredible.

"When did you work so hard?" She shook her head, but she was worried for a while, and turned to the bathroom to wash up.

On the weekend, Yolan is going to do the final beautification, so he will stay here all day today. Under the shade of the trees in the yard, fruit tea and fried eggs, as well as vegetable sandwiches, are simple and full of energy.

"Do you need my help?" Heka ate the last piece of sandwich, with bread crumbs on the corner of his mouth, Yolan got up and threw him a sickle, "The weeds around need to be cleaned up, please."

Heika looked around the garden and found that there were a lot of weeds. The hand holding the sickle trembled, "I take back what I just said."

"Ineffective." Yolan got into the flowers, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he was in a particularly good mood.

Time flies, and it will be next weekend soon, and the annual novice gardener preliminary competition will begin.