My oil painting is perfect

Just when Yolan was in a state of anxiety, Mrs. O'Neill came back, followed by a panicked Claire.

"Mrs. O'Neill! What's the matter? Where's Heika?"

Yolan rushed to the gate of the yard, splashing muddy water all over her body. Mrs. O'Neill looked very flustered, and now she was at the door of the house, shedding tears.

"Heika was taken away!" Mrs. O'Neill choked up and clenched her fists.

In the living room, Claire sat on the sofa, her eyes still full of horror.

"This morning, I went to find Senior. He was not at home, so I went to the lake where he often fished, and I saw him..."

Claire seemed to remember something terrible, and stopped in the middle of speaking.

Yolan looked at her eagerly, "Tell me, what happened?"

"I saw them push Haika into the lake. After struggling a few times, Haika disappeared on the lake. A few seconds later, an oil painting floated on the lake. Senior and the others were ecstatic. After picking up the oil painting, they ran I'm going to find a middleman."

Claire was still in shock. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have known that Heika's identity was so weird.

Before the words were finished, Yolan rushed out of the yard, turned on his bicycle and ran towards the street of Cactus Town.

"Yoran!" When passing Yuri's shop, Yuri reached out his hand to greet him, but he didn't even look back, "I have an umbrella, do you want it?"

Yuri looked at Yolan's hurried back and wondered, "What's the matter? It's raining so hard, and you don't even have an umbrella?"

"Yoran! Wait for me!" Another figure passed by the door of the store, and Fei Li didn't even open an umbrella, and ran towards Yolan with his body soaked.

The heavy rain poured down, and it didn't stop all morning. By the time Yolan arrived, the middleman had already gone away with the Haika turned into an oil painting.

"This kid is really not simple, tsk tsk."

Senior weighed the 1000 euros in his hand and smiled triumphantly. Before he could be happy, he was kicked to the ground.

"Yoran! What are you doing again?"

Senior was stunned by his kick, caught off guard and fell to the ground, shouting in embarrassment.

"Where did you sell Haika?"

Yolan looked cold, kicked him hard again, and asked angrily.

Seeing him like this, Senior cocked a few times and showed a mocking smile, "You can't find that monster, hahaha, he has been sold to a big city."

"Senior..." Claire hurried over and exclaimed when she saw Senior screaming on the ground.

"Claire, you are here, you are finally willing to see me."

Claire knelt down to help him up, shook her head, "Let's break up, I don't want to see you again."

After speaking, Claire shook off his hand, turned and left.

"Why, Claire, why are you..." Senior looked at Claire's thin back and said in a daze.

That day, Yolan didn't bring any luggage, and went to Seagrass City alone, followed by Mrs. O'Neill, Dorothy, and Philly.

At this moment, an oil painting auction is going on in Haicao City. The huge auction hall is filled with all kinds of antique collectors. Among them is the middle-aged fat man. He looks at the stage with the corner of his mouth raised.

"The next thing that will be auctioned is - a famous oil painting by Edward Frances."

The host on the stage waved his hand, and the curtain behind him slowly fell, and the oil painting suddenly appeared, causing an uproar in the audience.

"I heard that this is a painting that his lover drew for Edward when he was young. It is the only painting of that unknown person with exquisite craftsmanship that has been handed down in the world."

"What? It turns out that Edward had a period of youth?"

"Edward had many suitors in his life, but he never got married. It turned out that he already had a lover in his heart."

"Hey, in this way, behind this famous painting, there is this secret relationship that is unknown to everyone?"

Many reporters, collectors, and celebrities in the audience were talking about it, and the whole venue was boiling.

"Edward Frances oil painting, starting price: 100 million euros!"

Before the host finished speaking, some people in the audience raised placards one after another, scrambling endlessly.

"200 million euros!"

"300 million euros!"

"500 million euros!"

……

As the price keeps rising, the atmosphere in the audience has reached a fever pitch, and everyone is blushing, as if anyone who takes pictures will fight.

"3000 million euros for the second time!"

"3000 million euros for the third time! Deal!"

The host made the final decision, an old man in a plaid suit successfully won the oil painting.

He stood up and looked back at the others with a smug smile.

"Why is it him again?" A collector present yelled dissatisfiedly, "He also took away the finale works of the previous auctions, and it's a little too unkind to win people's love every time. "

"That's right! Did you collude with the auction organizer?"

Others also yelled, got up one after another, pointed at the old man in the plaid suit, and attacked him together.

"I want to order Edward's painting!"

"This painting is mine!"

"No one can steal from me!"

……

The scene was chaotic, and many collectors rushed to the stage to grab the painting in the host's hand and wrestled together.

"Whoa-"

I don't know who used too much force and tore apart the oil painting that had been soaked through several times. In the chaos, you pulled it, and I pulled it, and Haika was torn into pieces. The auction site was instantly quiet, and the collectors were stunned. Looking at the fragments on the ground, he murmured in disbelief: "This is a world famous painting, how could it be like this..."

"Get out of the way!" A hurried voice sounded at the door, and Yolan pushed aside the crowd and rushed to the stage.

"Heika!" He looked at the fragments on the ground and shouted in despair. He knelt down on the ground in despair, his voice was so hoarse. Consciously took a few steps back.

They stared at the boy kneeling and sitting in the middle without saying a word. His fists hit the ground, his eyes were red, and he wanted to say something but couldn't say a word. Looking at him was extremely uncomfortable, and a deep sadness spread .

"Why! Why didn't you wait for me! Heika! Ah—"

The young man raised his head and screamed, a few tears rolled down his face.

"Heika—"

Mrs. O'Neill came out from the crowd, Phillip and Dorothy supported her, looked at the fragments of Heika all over the place, squatted down with difficulty, picked up a fragment of oil painting, and looked at the fragments of Heka on the ground. Haika's smiling eyes were filled with grief.

"Mrs. O'Neill!"

She held the fragment in her palm and passed out.

Yolan closed his eyes, his face ashen, recalling the hurried farewell yesterday, his brows and eyes smiling, his heart ached, Heika died, and the garden in his heart withered, no more vitality.

"We agreed to travel to Haika together..."

He picked up pieces one after another, carefully put them into his arms, and walked out of the auction venue trembling.

That day, Seagrass City was a sensation because of the news that Edward's oil painting had been torn to pieces.

And Yolan, taking the fragments of Haika, took the train and returned to the cactus town.

For three days in a row, Yolan shrank in the room and did not go out.

After Heika left, Mrs. O'Neill cleaned the room and found a letter in the desk drawer.

Dear Mrs. O'Neill:

See the words literally, when you read this letter, maybe I have already left here, I know that there is a guy who will hide behind and cry, please help me take care of Yolan, don't waste the potted plant contest, He must be in the top three, otherwise he will not be able to enter the School of Horticulture.

There are two more guys, Philly, you have to work hard and learn how to make a guitar. I'm waiting for you to become famous all over the world. It's a pity that I can't accompany you, but I left a sheet of music. I hope it can help you play the guitar You can go to Haicao City to find a fingerstyle musician to play, and I assure you that it will sound very good.

Teacher Tao, you must be with Feili, let me tell you a secret, Feili has liked you since a long time ago, you will cherish this relationship, right, when I am not around, please use darkness more The cold drink poisoned him, by the way, you are about to take the college entrance examination, you have to study hard, otherwise you will not be qualified to be my teacher.

Dear Mrs. O'Neill, after I leave, I must continue to customize clothing and carry forward our brand. After all, I was your chief designer. If you can't find a model, just find Yolan. He has a very good figure.

Finally, there is one thing I have been hiding for a long time, and I am sorry.

Last time Yolan asked me if the number on my arm was a mark of my previous life. Yes, please tell him that I loved him very much in my previous life. Even if I only have 365 days of life in this life, I am very satisfied.

Today is February 2th, and the red number on the arm is the last day left. Tomorrow, I will travel to Haika with Yolan to find happiness and look forward to it.

your cutie

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Mrs. O'Neill put down the stationery, took off her reading glasses, and burst into tears.

Obviously just give me another day, let me travel with him to that place this day, to make up for the regrets of the previous life, but Senior came to the door on the morning of Valentine's Day.

Heika said with great regret at the last moment before his death.

Mrs. O'Neill picked up the sheet music scattered on the floor. The blood on it had dried completely. On the handwritten song title, there were two words: Yolan.

"If someone is playing this piece of music, please help me tell Yolan that this piece of music is made for him. It sounds like a human being. I will always be by his side. If you don't believe me, look back at the garden. I have flowers in spring and new flowers in summer. Leaves have me, autumn harvest has me, and winter snow will accompany you."

"You are my spring, summer, autumn and winter, my whole life."

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I'm crying...but it's not over yet!This is a HE article, please stick to the end of the next one, okay~