My oil painting is perfect

Haika woke up alone in the room in the afternoon.

The indistinct voice that I heard in my mind before was very clear now, as if it was my own voice.

"You have to hurry, there's no time!"

Edward Frances even became agitated, her voice was a little hoarse, and Heika seemed to be able to see the chapped skin on his lips if he was close. The back hem of the white shirt was not tucked into the waist, it was casual and unfamiliar.

"who are you?"

Heika got up and walked towards him slowly, trying to see his face clearly.

"I am you, and you are me." The lazy man turned around and faced Haika, with a young and handsome face, but indescribably tired.

Haika was taken aback, because that face looked exactly like his own, only ten years older than him.

"Why..." Before Haika had time to ask him, the figure of the other party gradually disappeared in front of his eyes.

Is everything a dream, or is it real?

"Who am I?"

Thin snow covered the flower beds of Lankui High School. A figure in a dark blue down jacket was shoveling away the ice and snow around the rosebuds with a shovel. The light gray plaid scarf tassels got stuck on the temples, which was extremely funny.

"Ha~" He exhaled hot air, rubbed his frozen red hands, and looked at the garden full of buds with full expectation, "Shovel again tonight, and it should be in full bloom tomorrow!"

After speaking, he packed up his tools, shook the dirt on his Martin boots, and walked towards the gardening tool room.

"What you said is true?" Senior came out from the side of the teaching building, stared suspiciously at Yolan's back, and turned his head to ask the students next to him.

"It's true, there's really something wrong with this shovel. If you don't believe me, come see it at night." The person next to him raised his eyebrows, "I heard that it can speed up the growth rate."

Senior sneered, "I lost to you in the garden viewing competition last time, and I knew there was something weird about it. Win me? You deserve it too?"

The cold wind is bleak, but the night on Christmas Eve is extremely lively.

Before going to Dorothy's house for the party, Yoran was full of joy and finally shoveled the rosebuds in the flower beds, then changed into the winter clothes specially made by Mrs. O'Neill, and took a bouquet of North American holly, and rushed to the grand event.

Dorothy's house is very lively, small strings of lights are hung on the balcony, a green Christmas tree is placed on the balcony, balloons and ribbons are decorated everywhere, and decorated with various dried flowers and fruits, it is warm and beautiful.

"Yoran!" Dorothy was wearing a blue backless tight dress, and a string of flower necklaces around her neck was eye-catching, "Thank you for the gift."

"Happy birthday! Dorothy! Where's Heika?"

Yolan picked up a glass of fruit wine and clinked glasses with her, but his eyes swept back and forth in the room, but he didn't see the person he wanted to see.

"Look at the back." Dorothy pointed at the door and smiled gracefully.

Yolan turned his head, a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes.

Haika was wearing a plaid coat that matched him. The dark red pattern ran all the way to his chest. The two stood side by side, one red and one blue matching each other very well.

"Wow!" Feili whistled and praised: "Mrs. O'Neill's clothes are beautiful. The ones you two are wearing are custom-made. She didn't have this kind of winter clothes this year."

Haika nodded, put his shoulder on his shoulder proudly, and said with a smile: "Yes, exclusive customization, I participated in the design of this style, if you help me with my homework this winter vacation, how about I give you a set too? "

Philip quickly waved his hands. Some time ago, he had accumulated a month of homework for making guitars, and his hands were cramped in time for the homework. He was afraid of these two words.

Yolan handed him the North American holly in his hand, "It matches the color of your clothes."

Hearing this, Haika lowered her head and sniffed, showing a bright smile, "Thank you."

The two walked to the pastry table, and after eating a few mouthfuls of flower-shaped pastries, they were attracted by the sound from the pastries.

"What are you doing over there?"

"I don't know, let's take a look."

When the people around heard the noise, they all went to the living room. In the middle of the living room, a group of people surrounded him tightly, which aroused Yolan's curiosity even more.

"Dorothy!"

In the middle of the crowd, Fei Li changed into a formal suit, with an elegant side-parted hairstyle, tall and handsome, completely different from the teasing just now.

Yolan touched the back of his head and asked bluntly, "What is he doing?"

Haika smiled knowingly, with the corners of his mouth raised, he could see through without saying anything, "You will find out for yourself if you continue to read."

Dorothy watched Feli hold her hand, and smiled a little shyly, her eyes were like peach blossoms just after the spring rain in March, charming and intoxicating.

Feili looked around, bowed gracefully, snapped his fingers, and saw that the countless covering cloths had been lifted, and rows of exquisitely arranged cups were filled with special drinks of different colors. After snapping their fingers, the guitarists on the second floor came out in a file, surrounded the entire hall, and stood still with smiles.

"My chief fingerstyle musician - Heika."

Feili turned around slowly, turned his head to look at Heika, and handed him a beautifully crafted guitar, indicating that he could start.

"This piece is called "A Cup of Special Tuning", and it is for you, my Miss Dorothy."

As soon as he finished speaking, Haika stood in the center of the crowd and had already plucked the strings first. The long and cheerful melody was slowly rippling. The people who were laughing and joking not only stopped to listen, but the lively and affectionate tune resounded throughout the cabin, peach Scenes appeared in front of Lesi's eyes. For the first time in the yard of Haika's house, he saw Feli, who was carrying the first handmade guitar. Young man, looking everywhere, only hoping that someone can try his own work.

Because of Haika's relationship, they quickly became acquainted with each other and tasted the dark drink they made together. The days were quite fun, but with the appearance of Weilan, she fell in love and gradually ignored her friends, especially It's Phil.

After spending a period of sluggish days, she gradually woke up. The friends around her are the most important. How could she not know what Feili was thinking, but she hadn't let go until the incident at the barber shop. After that, she bid farewell to her old relationship.

Everyone was immersed in this wonderful guitar ensemble, only the corners of Dorothy's eyes were slowly moistened, and she could hear the daily getting along and missing each day, his insincere words, his hesitation, And...his devotion.

"Do you know why this song is called "A Cup of Special Tune"?"

Feli took her hand, took her left foot, twirled and jumped, and waltzed in the hall. She looked up in doubt and hooked his shoulder, "Why?"

"Because I want to be your most special cup of special blend, Dorothy, I love you."

Feli raised his hands above his head, and Dorothy spun around a few times before falling into his arms, blushing and heart beating.

At this moment, the hall was as quiet as a needle, only the sound of Haika playing the piano slowly passed by. Feili looked at her affectionately, approached her face and asked, "Will you be my girlfriend?"

Dorothy pressed against his heart, feeling the accelerated frequency, smiled softly, and kissed his lips: "Now you know, whether I am willing or not."

The two hug and kiss together, and everything around them seems to be non-existent. They say that first love is the sweetest, but if you meet someone who is better than first love, you will know that the relationship is just a dream.

"That's great." Haika finished the song, and when he saw that Feili and Dorothy were finally together, he sighed and performed another impromptu solo.

"So Feli likes Dorothy!" Yolan suddenly realized when he appeared behind Heika, "I always thought he liked you."

Heika turned his head indifferently, and brushed his hands away from rubbing his hair, "You are too slow, Philly has liked Dorothy for a long time."

"What's the matter with that tie? You have it, and he has it too. I thought you guys made it for a couple." Yolan breathed a sigh of relief thankfully, but there was still a doubt in his heart.

Haika rolled his eyes and said angrily: "That's because he asked me to design and make it for Dorothy. I made two of them on a whim, but during that time Dorothy and Wei Lan dated , so he never sent it out, and he would occasionally play with it."

It was only at this moment that Yolan fully understood that he had always misunderstood the relationship between Feili and Heika, and mistakenly regarded Feili as a rival in love.

"The roses I planted are about to bloom. At noon tomorrow, you wait for me in front of the flower bed early. I have something to tell you."

Jolan rubbed his hands happily, and said to Heika.

"What are you talking about?" Heika raised her head, her eyes seemed to have stars, and she looked at him expectantly.

"You'll know when you're here." Yolan pulled the scarf, revealing his entire face, "Don't be late!"

Heika lowered his head and smiled. There were still fine snowflakes on the knitted hat. He was wearing woolen gloves, and he held his face with two tufts. "Got it, my Mr. Gardener."

It was already late at night, and the two of them came out of Dorothy's house one after the other, and jumped over the fence. The two were talking and laughing happily in the snowy night.

"By the way, I asked you to save the ink bottle before, go back and open it, and tell me the answer tomorrow."

Haika stopped at the door of the house, turned around and said to Yolan.

"What could be the problem?" Yolan put his hands in his coat pockets and turned around with a smile on his face.

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