My oil painting is perfect

This morning, Haika had just finished his biology class and was worried about a lot of animal nouns. He went to class and handed in his homework and came out.

He rested his chin on both hands, leaning in the corridor in a daze, but saw a person raised his head from the flower bed in front and looked at him.

"Hi!" Yoran waved to him with a withered flower in his hand.

"Yoran!" Haika tilted his head and asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

He looked at the young man standing in the corridor, pursed his lips slightly, and showed a nice smile, "I applied for a part-time gardener at Lankui High School, and I will take care of the flower beds at school during this time."

"Oh." Heika replied lightly on the surface, but clenched his hands into fists, and said "yeah" in a low voice where he could not see.

Haika's classroom is on the first floor. He sits near the window, and he can see it as long as he turns his head.

He pretended to be studying with a math textbook, but he kept sneaking eyes on Yoran, watching him bend over to loosen the soil, pick up fallen leaves, and carefully sow seeds.

Haika bit the tip of the pen and drew circles one after another on the draft paper. He thought, for Yolan, the blooming of flowers is the four seasons, but for Haika, Yolan is his four seasons, his spring, Summer, autumn, winter.

On the other side outside the window, Yolan held the soil in his hands, buried the seeds in, and said softly, "Rose, you need to germinate early."

I love you, but I don't know if you understand my heart, but the rose will ask you for me.

Since Yolan became a part-time campus gardener, the two had more chances to meet each other. They often went to and from school together, playing around with their schoolbags. With him around, Haika no longer felt that biology class was boring, and would rush to take practical classes. And Yolan often served as a practical assistant, and they stole half a day's leisure among the flowers and plants.

In the blink of an eye, it's November.

Phillip stayed in the studio for a month, painstakingly polished, and finally produced a beautiful log-colored guitar. He took the piano cloth, wiped off excess debris, and rubbed each string carefully, with a warm and mellow sound. Tremble out.

He wants to hear the sound of this violin released perfectly, and only one person can do it.

"Heika! Help me try the new piano."

Haika was sitting on the swing in the sun room, flipping through an old score, looked up and saw Feili, and waved: "Your latest work?"

Philip nodded, opened the piano case, and a brand new guitar appeared in front of him.

"Wow!" Heika picked up the violin, "It looks really good!"

Feili scratched his head and urged: "I haven't heard the sound of this piano, and I want to wait for you to play it."

"Okay." Haika sat on the chair, raised Erlang's legs, and adjusted it lightly. His fingers slid across the body of the piano. The touch was not bad, much better than the previous two pianos.

Haika randomly turned to a folk song, and with a flick of his finger, a clear voice sounded, followed by his left hand, and the ancient melody flowed out slowly, sometimes like a butterfly flying, sometimes like a rainbow flying, sometimes silent like a green under a tree. Shadows, sometimes like slow evening windmills, one after another flower bushes, lying on the eyelashes, falling asleep and waking up again.

After playing one piece, Haika returned the violin to Feili and exclaimed, "This violin feels great!"

Fei Li beamed with joy, and said with his hands behind his back: "Of course, I didn't make it until I closed the door for a month."

Heika was a little surprised when he heard that, "You took a month's vacation. I heard Yuri said that your class has a lot of homework this month, and you may have to catch up with a lot of homework."

"What?" Feili was taken aback, and said embarrassingly, "Okay, stop talking, I don't want to do my homework."

Later, because of the owner of the piano shop, Feili's handmade piano participated in a small handmade guitar exhibition in Haicao City, and received a lot of praise. As a result, he became famous and officially joined the luthier industry.

And the relationship between him and Dorothy gradually changed as they got along day by day.

"Philip!" Dorothy was shaking a glass of blood orange juice in her hand, hooking his shoulder affectionately, "Would you like to try today's special?"

As soon as Feili turned around with the piano on his back, he fell into her full of smiles. Too bad, it was a heart-wrenching feeling.

He took the glass of blood orange juice, with the corners of his mouth raised, biting the straw while thinking about how to confess Dorothy, she is not an ordinary girl, chocolate and roses are too ordinary.

Heika was swinging on the swing, and when he saw the two standing under the laurel tree laughing, he showed a playful smile.

The two of them are now separated by a layer of window paper, to see who will pierce it first.

Autumn has come to the end, the leaves on both sides of the Lankui High School campus are falling, Haika shuttles between the teaching buildings, still taking annoying classes, and in the flower bed outside the classroom, there is still someone looking forward to it.

"It must be in full bloom before Christmas, roses, please."

Yolan held the shovel in one hand, earnestly persuading the sprouts of the roses, wishing they could grow for them. Even with this magical shovel, the roses had just germinated and needed careful care. Before Yolan came, he just saw According to the weather forecast for the last week, the weather turns cold and the cold air enters the country. I wonder if these delicate rose buds can survive the coming winter.

The day of the bonsai contest was set for next year's Valentine's Day. While working part-time, Yolan also quietly sowed a mysterious seed.

Blue Kwai High works from Monday to Wednesday, and Yoran spends the rest of the day in Mrs. O'Neill's garden.

"Yoran?" Mrs. O'Neill, passing by the strawberry field with a basket, caught a glimpse of him squatting in the garden and dozing off, and whispered.

"Huh?" Yolan rubbed his eyes before seeing the person in front of him clearly, and yawned, "Are you back?"

"It's only 7 o'clock in the morning. You don't have to come so early. This strawberry garden was newly planted last month. It's great. You can eat strawberries next spring. By the way, you haven't had breakfast yet, hurry up." Come, I'll make you a sandwich and coffee."

Mrs. O'Neill knelt down, touched a handful of strawberry leaves, and said cutely.

The two sat on the wooden table under the big tree in the yard, chatting and eating breakfast.

"Winter is coming soon, how about I make a new set of clothes for you and Heika?"

She had a flash of inspiration, and quickly wrote down the patterns on the newspaper, thinking about making two sets of winter clothes for practice. It happened that Haika had been clamoring for new clothes to be customized some time ago, and the two of you are my models.

Yolan took a bite of his sandwich and looked up in astonishment, "Your clothes are only made to order, which is too expensive."

Mrs. O'Neill pinched his face and added another sandwich to his plate.

Yolan smiled, nodded, suddenly thought of something, put down his fork, and asked, "Can I trouble you to finish it before Christmas?"

Mrs. O'Neill was surprised, then nodded, "Yes, no problem."

Where are the two children going to play for Christmas?As she collected the plates, she guessed.

Yolan was not idle on Saturdays and weekends. He came over early in the morning, tossed the grape trellis, and rummaged through it with a shovel.

"Huh!" He sat on the ground, put down the watering pot, took a breath, and was sweating profusely.

Heika just got up, opened the curtains, stretched, and saw a figure lying on the ground in the northeast of the garden, with a smile in his eyes.

"about--"

Heika sneaked around the hedge, intending to scare him from behind, but found Yoran was asleep with his eyes closed, breathing evenly.

"What a fool." Heika went back to the sun room to get the blanket.

Because the ground was cold, he took an extra soft cushion, and after covering him with a blanket, he leaned on his hands and sat in front of him, admiring his sleeping posture.

"Sleeping and frowning, are you planting flowers in your dreams?" Haika played with the remaining petals on the ground, and with an idea, he spelled out a line of words with petals on the open space in front of him:

Your sleeping position is so ugly, you are still drooling!

He looked at the crooked petal characters with satisfaction, looked at Yoran again, and with a smile in his eyes, he wrote a few more words flying on the ground:

Are the flowers beautiful, or am I beautiful?

"Ah ow-"

Yolan sneezed, opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at Heika unconsciously.

"Oh, are you awake? Did you sleep well?" Heika waved the petals on the ground with both hands. Because the movements were too fast, Yoran only saw the petals flying in front of his eyes, and couldn't see what was on the ground at all.

"What are you doing?" Yolan looked suspiciously at Heika who was moving strangely, and subconsciously wrapped the blanket tightly.

Haika smiled awkwardly, "There are mosquitoes here, I'm catching them."

"Puchi——" Yolan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, stood up and looked around, and said: "The surrounding area is full of herbs, which are specially designed to repel mosquitoes. You were just messing with me, right?"

Heika blew on his face and quickly slipped away: "You have worms on your head!"

Yolan turned around, took out a camellia petal from his forehead, picked up the cushion, and followed in confusion.

The strawberries and grapes he promised have been planted, and they only need a few months of care, and with the help of the magic shovel, they can be seen soon.

Yolan looked at the figure sitting on the steps practicing the piano, and murmured in a low voice: "Of course you are beautiful, you are the most beautiful flower in this garden, think I didn't see it, I pretended to tease you .”

But no one expected that one hour later, an event would bring irreversible direction.

Heika played for a while, and realized that he had taken the wrong sheet music. He put down the piano, went back to the room and looked for the table, but he couldn't find the sheet music.

"Kuu—" He supported the wall with one hand and covered his head with the other, his intuition turned dizzy, and the next second he spat out a mouthful of blood, splashing on the scores scattered all over the floor, which was shocking.

"How is this going?"

The veins on Heika's arm were bulging, and a string of numbers flashed red. He looked at the abnormality on his arm in disbelief, and a piercing pain came from deep in his heart. After the number was fixed at 50, it crashed down.

That day, Heika didn't know what he was going to face next, it was still clear outside the window, and clouds were floating over the garden.

The guitar on the steps shook for a while, and a string cracked.

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Happy National Day, little angels!