My oil painting is perfect

After Haika woke up, the flowers and plants in the garden returned to their normal growth attitude, and the seeds in Haika's potted plants also gradually germinated.

Time flies to February, and the footsteps of spring are quietly approaching.

The morning sun shines in, Haika sits on the steps, touches lightly with his fingers, the ethereal overtones sound, the music of the piano slowly flows out, the flowers bloom gradually, and the spring is bright.

"Heika! The strawberries are ripe!"

Yolan threw down the shovel and ran into the yard excitedly, saying happily.

"Really?" Heika got up, put down the guitar, and ran towards the strawberry field.

In the huge strawberry garden, the spring breeze is blowing, and the green leaves are swaying, revealing delicate and lovely little strawberries, which are bright red and attractive.

"Ah~" Haika plucked a small strawberry, put it in his mouth, and frowned, "It's a little sour."

Yolan opened his eyes wide, knelt down and picked a strawberry, and turned around with a sad face, "It seems a little bit, I'll go get a shovel and shovel it again, it should be ready to eat tomorrow."

Heika also took an ordinary shovel and loosened the soil in the strawberry garden along the path in the middle of the strawberry garden.

"I'm so tired!" The two of them were lying in the grass next to the strawberry garden, and there were some freshly picked sour strawberries in the basket, which they were going to take home to make pancakes for Mrs. O'Neill.

The sunlight fell on the two of them, and a spot of light stopped on Yolan's forehead. Heika pointed there with his finger, and Yolan held him down with one hand. The two of them turned over one by one, and the strawberries in the basket rolled to the ground.

"What I didn't finish last time—" Yolan approached Heika's face, touching his warm skin with the tip of his nose, and whispered, "Do you want to hear it?"

The corner of Heika's mouth curled up, staring at him with beautiful eyes, and the breath he exhaled touched the skin of Yolan's neck, "I want to hear it."

"I love you."

Yolan's kiss was slowly approaching, gentle and aggressive, thousands of words, all turned into this kiss.

Later, when the two of them came back with strawberry baskets, their bodies were covered in grass leaves. Heika tentatively touched his fingers, and Yolan held back his hands. The two returned to the yard holding hands like this. .

"Are you back?" Mrs. O'Neill took the strawberry basket, glanced at the two of them, and said suspiciously, "Why are you two here?"

"Cough!" Yolan glanced at Heika in embarrassment, and coughed.

Haika raised his head and laughed: "There are insects in the strawberry garden, I was just catching insects!"

"Really?" Mrs. O'Neill looked at Heika in doubt, then at Yoran who was standing aside, turned and walked into the kitchen.

Heika and Yoran breathed a sigh of relief, and went into the room to change clothes.

"Let's go to this place sometime." Haika changed into a sky-blue sweater, walked to the desk, stared at the photo in a daze, "I heard from Mrs. O'Neill that there is a place where happiness can be found."

Yolan was putting on a white frock coat, turned around and said, "Heika? Okay, let's go on a trip together after the potting contest is over."

Haika paused for a moment, then a smile bloomed on his little face, and he said happily, "Okay."

Valentine's Day is getting closer and closer. Yolan takes care of potted plants all day long and shuttles around the garden. Heika sometimes helps watering, sometimes trimming branches and leaves. More often, he sits on the swing in front of the sun room, playing Play Yoran's favorite tune.

With Haika's fingerstyle talent awakening, his daily playing has almost become a must-have show for his neighbors. Where the song is deep and deep, there are often butterflies circling the flowers and staying for a long time. Haika looks at the The person who raised his head from the flowers smiled knowingly.

This piece of music was "Yoran", which became popular later.

"Heika!" Dorothy ran over excitedly with the juicer in his hand, "Mrs. O'Neill said that she would hold a party in the garden to celebrate the harvest of the strawberry field. Let's harvest strawberries. We can finally make strawberry drinks." !"

With a new guitar on his back, Fili ran in through the gate panting, excited, "Heika! My guitar has won an award!"

Dorothy and Heika suddenly turned their heads and said in surprise, "Wow! Really?"

Feili proudly took off the piano case from his back and took out a dark blue guitar with a gorgeous appearance and a smooth body. The fingerboard was inlaid with pearl shells in the shape of a rose, and the dark gold border was flowing clouds. artistic conception.

"It's so beautiful!" Dorothy exclaimed as he touched the body of the piano and felt the exquisite craftsmanship.

Haika knocked on the piano box, turned his head to look at Feili, "Quickly, plug in the power, let's try!"

This is an electric box piano. In Haika's room, there is also the pickup equipment borrowed from the piano store last time, which just comes in handy right now.

"Boooooooo-"

As soon as the switch was pressed, Haika hugged the guitar and swiped it with his right hand a few times. The sound was clear and grainy. Then he closed the chords, and the lively and clear melody poured out, gorgeous and pleasant. It is a good guitar for live performances. piano.

"This violin stick is amazing!" Haika patted him on the shoulder, with liking in his eyebrows and eyes, and said fondly.

"Of course, I won the Newcomer Award at the Seagrass City Handmade Guitar Exhibition." Feili said proudly, just like the first time we met.

"Let's go pick strawberries together!" Dorothy put her shoulders on Feili's shoulder and said with a smile, "Let's celebrate together, Strawberry, here we come!"

So, in the huge strawberry garden, a few figures were carrying baskets, laughing and shuttled in it, just like a group of strawberry picking teenagers.

While they were busy picking strawberries, several oil painting collection middlemen came to Cactus Town, asking around for an oil painting.

"Excuse me, have you ever seen an oil painting by Edward Frances?" A middle-aged fat man, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, was holding a photo and holding Claire who had just come out of the market.

"Hai..." Claire was about to blurt out A-Ka's name when she saw the photo, she quickly turned her head away and calmed down, "I haven't bought salad dressing yet, hahaha sorry, I don't know this person."

After speaking, Claire pushed the door open and closed it with a "bang".

"Claire! Listen to my explanation!" Senior ran towards this side and shouted.

He had just quarreled with Claire, and now he was in a hurry to explain, and chased all the way to her door.

"Claire!" He knocked hard on the door for a long while, but Claire ignored him, so Senior had to give up, wondering: "It's just a broken violin. Is it atmospheric?"

The middle-aged fat man stopped Senior again, and asked with a smile: "Young man, have you seen this man's oil painting?"

Senior took the photo, and the person on it was Heika, but he was wearing a white shirt and a suit, and his hair was combed elegantly. Without thinking about it, he said, "I know you, right here Why are you looking for him in our small town?"

When the middle-aged fat man heard this, he looked at him in horror, and said in disbelief: "How—how is it possible, Edward has been dead for more than 100 years, it is impossible to be alive! What we are looking for is a picture of this man. Oil painting, think again!"

Senior thought about it, although this person looks a lot like Heika, he might not be the same person.

He wanted to go home directly, but the fat man stopped him again, "If you see this oil painting, you must contact me. This is my business card. I will pay you 1000 euros as a reward."

Senior stared at something, seemed to think of something, accepted the business card happily, raised the corner of his mouth, turned around and left humming a little tune.

"It's all because of you playing that broken piano as a whole that made Claire ignore me."

With a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, Senior said unhappily as he was waiting for his little followers.

"Senior!"

A few gangsters not far away whistled and walked over here.

"Why did you come here?" Senior spit out the dog's tail grass, waved his hands and said, "Didn't you guys be curious about Heika's real identity last time? I heard some rumors that this kid is probably not human, let's go Let's find out!"

The others nodded in surprise, with curious faces, followed Senior and walked towards Mrs. O'Neill's house.

At the moment, Mrs. O'Neill's house is having a strawberry party. On the long wooden table in the yard, there is a feast of strawberries, strawberry pancakes, strawberry sandwiches, strawberry cake, strawberry jam, and strawberry cold drinks...

What is even more surprising is that in the center of the wooden table, Heika made a guitar out of strawberries, which is very cute.

"Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, do you want to play with me?"

At the party, Yolan put a piece of cake on Heika's face, looked at his cat-like face, "Tomorrow Valentine's Day, you are waiting for me in the garden, how about we go play together?"

Heika nodded, and while he wasn't paying attention, put a basket on his head and laughed loudly, "Hahahahahaha, you're like a mushroom..."

The two were laughing and playing. Senior and his party, who were standing outside the yard and peeping, couldn't help but frowned when they saw so many people in the yard, "There are so many people, it's hard to start. Come back tomorrow."

The next day.

Today was supposed to be the first day of judging for the bonsai competition, but because one of the judges was sick and asked for leave, the judging will be delayed until a week later.

Yolan stood in his yard, hugging the potted plants and breathed a sigh of relief. Since the weather has been gloomy this year, the seeds planted grew very slowly. Until this morning, it was just a flower bud. After a delay, it should be able to bloom smoothly.

"Boom--"

Yoram had just gotten on his bicycle and entered the avenue when it began to rain heavily.

"Why is it raining suddenly?" While he was running towards Mrs. O'Neill's house, he felt something was wrong.

When he came to Mrs. O'Neill's yard, he found that the garden was empty, Heika's window was open, and the petals in the corner were falling to the ground.

"Heika! Heika, are you at home?"

Yolan stood on the balcony and knocked eagerly on the door, but no one responded, so he simply slipped in through the window. Heika's room was in a mess, the music racks were in a mess, and there were a few drops of blood on the ground.

"What's going on?" Yolan's heart skipped a beat, and he began to panic.