My oil painting is perfect

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. There is me in the leaves, there is me in the autumn harvest, and there is me in the snow in winter.”

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

In the dim room, Yolan hugged the pot of flowers that were about to bloom, the tears were still wet, the night wind blew the gauze curtain, and the moonlight floated on the wall through the branches.

This potted flower was specially planted for Haika, and it was also a work for the potted plant competition. It was about to bloom, but Haika disappeared.

Yolan hugged the potted plant tightly, lying on the bed, looking out the window, without sleep all night.

the next day,

Haika hugged the potted plant early in the morning and embarked on a journey to Haika.

On the first day of the trip, Haika spent time on the train, wearing a dock blue fine-check shirt, leaning against the car window, looking lazy and yet bright as a teenager.

"A desert, another desert..."

Heika tapped his fingers on the glass and started counting sheep aimlessly, except that the object of the count was the desert.

In the afternoon, the sun was hitting his eyelids, and his vision was scarlet. Yoran remembered a poem Heika once read.

It was a summer afternoon when the flowers were sleeping soundly. Heika took an ancient collection of poems excitedly, ran out of the sun room, sat on the path among the rose bushes, and said with an accent:

"I met him on a train out west—

a boy in blue

Go to the desert alone”

Yolan just thought for a moment, then turned to smile and said, "What kind of person would be so lonely to see the desert alone?"

Haika turned back and forth the first few pages of the collection of poems, and said puzzledly: "It's so strange, Philip said this is a collection of poems about the sea, but how did I read it to the end and went to see the desert?"

At this moment, Yoran is on a journey to see the sea, and sees the desert alone, but no one meets him.

Through mountains, lakes, forests, and grasslands, after two days and nights, Jolan finally came to Haika alone.

This is a rocky mountain that has been eroded by hundreds of years, and the middle is empty. From a distance, it looks like a lonely bridge.

A wave rolled in and slapped the rock violently. Yolan put the potted plant beside him and simply sat on the rock. The weather was gloomy and dark clouds piled up, and the whole Haika revealed a sense of desolation.

"It's said that Haika is dangerous, and few people dare to come. I saw it today, and it's not scary at all. Could it be that the rumors are all lies?"

Yolan frowned, threw a stone into the sea, and complained.

It is said that coming to Haika can find happiness, Yolan looked around, the vast sea, shrouded in water mist, where there are other things.

He walked the entire rocky mountain once, then returned to the spot and sat down, holding the potted plant, feeling a bit confused.

Heika left, and a big part of his life was missing. These few days, he didn't do anything at home. As soon as he closed his eyes, he felt the shadow of Heika in the whole room.

Yolan glanced at the black flower bud, and took out the magic shovel from behind. Since the disappearance of Heika, this shovel has lost the magic power of accelerating growth, but so what, Yolan looked at the pot firmly. Flower buds, carefully loosen the soil for the flowerpot.

"Heika." Yolan put down the shovel, took out the oil painting fragments from his arms, and took a deep breath of air, "I really miss you."

He carefully put the fragments of oil paintings into the potting soil, closed the soil, and stared at the potted plants in a daze.

It took him a while to realize that something was missing, so he took out a pen from his pocket and drew on a black petal with pokeweed berry juice picked nearby.

He was very careful, and the brush strokes went from shallow to deep, but did not hurt the buds at all. If you take a closer look, the painting on it is indeed Heika.

"Ah!" Yolan's hand accidentally scratched a thorn on the weed vine, a drop of blood slipped down, dripped on the black flower bud, and penetrated silently.

The moment Yolan lowered his head, a layer of red mist-like energy network flashed on the black flower bud, which dissipated in a blink of an eye, but the black flower bud changed slightly, and the flower bud closed a little instead.

Yolan didn't notice anything strange about the potted plants, and after staying in Haika for a day, he returned to Cactus Town with the potted plants.

After going through this incident, the Cactus Town Legal Enforcement Team arrested Senior and his party and conducted an investigation. They were educated and released because the victim Haika could not provide their real identities. Senior has behaved badly and made troubles many times, and was deprived of the qualification for the potted plant competition, so he should reflect on himself.

Yolan came out of the office of the law enforcement team. He had no time to take care of Senior, who was full of embarrassment and anger. He picked out a lot of needed flower seeds and hurried back to Mrs. O'Neill's garden.

After reading the letter, Mrs. O'Neill took up her needlework again and began to cheer up. She wanted to design and make this year's spring clothes before the peach blossoms bloomed. The order has increased to 500.

And Feili is also patiently polishing his handmade piano, looking forward to its realization. At that time, the heroic words he and Haika made in the studio were famous all over the world.

"Don't worry, Heika!" Feili said confidently while polishing the neck of the violin, "I will do it together with you."

And Yolan is working hard to water the flowers in the garden. Tomorrow is the last day of the judging period for the potted plant competition. If there are no more blooms, he will lose the selection directly.

"what happened?"

Yolan dropped the shovel and looked suspiciously at the black bud, "Impossible, it was about to open a few days ago, why is it closed these days?"

He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was dazzled.

At noon that day, under the laurel tree in the yard, Dorothy, Feli, Yolan, and Mrs. O'Neill had dinner together and talked about the legend of the previous life marker.

Philip scooped up a spoonful of strawberry jam, spread it on the bread, and asked suspiciously: "People who were reborn by obsession in the previous life, once the time marked on the arm runs out, can't they come back?"

Dorothy took a sip of orange juice and looked up, "Heika is like this. The number on his arm is only 365. He could have stayed for a while, but because of Senior, the time ended early. Is there no other way?" ?"

Mrs. O'Neill stopped cutting the fruit, turned around and glanced at Yolan, seemed to remember something, sat down and said: "Actually, there is another version of this legend. It is said that money is lovers who are not together for various reasons. , Therefore, both parties have regretted their lives for the rest of their lives and have obsessions. As long as one of them can find the item he once held around his neck and recite the mysterious spell, he can wake up the other party again."

When Feili heard this, a look of joy flashed in his eyes, but he frowned the next second, "But we don't know who Heika's previous lover was?"

Dorothy also gave the same puzzled look, "Where is the person Heika likes?"

Mrs. O'Neill turned her head to look at Yolan with a complicated expression, "It's Yolan."

The three of them said in unison: "What?"

Mrs. O'Neill then told them what was in Haika's letter, and after listening to them, they felt lost.

"What is that mysterious spell?" Yolan stood up and asked eagerly.

Mrs. O'Neill thought for a while, then shook her head, "I don't know, maybe it's what Heika wants to hear the most."

Before he finished speaking, Yolan turned around and ran out of the yard.

"Heika! Heika!" Yolan pushed open the door and walked into the backyard of the barber shop. Looking at the potted plants on the stone table, tears welled up in his eyes.

Yolan clearly remembered that all the pieces of Heika had been put into the bottom of the potted plant. He rummaged through the potting soil with his hands, but found nothing. Those pieces were gone!

"Where did it go?" Yolan pulled his hand out of the soil and shook the roots of the black flower buds. "Could it be absorbed as nutrients?"

Yolan was so anxious that he didn't pay attention to the strength in his hand. If you looked closely at the flower, you would find that the root of the black bud was twisting slightly, as if protesting Yolan's violence.

"Ah, cough, cough, I'm about to be strangled to death, stop it!"

There was a faint sound like mosquitoes, which was extremely strange.

"Who is talking?" Yolan let go of his hand subconsciously, looked around, he was the only one, feeling creepy.

There was silence all around, as if the sound he heard just now was his hallucination.

"Yoran!"

Yuri carried a bucket of fish, walked into the yard, and shouted at him: "The judges asked you to register quickly, and the final review will be held tomorrow morning."

"Oh." Yolan glanced at the black flower bud again, and followed Yuri to the square to register.

That night, Yolan kept rummaging through the boxes and cabinets to find the fragments of Heika, fearing that he might have left some fragments somewhere, and before going to bed, he scoured the potting soil again. Where did these fragments go?

He lay on the bed, thinking about this question over and over again, and what is that mysterious spell?

The next day.

Yolan held the potted plant and came to Yunduo Square with dark circles under her eyes.

"Next, please invite the last contestant, Yolan, to come up with your work for review!" The host said on stage, signaling Yolan to come up quickly.

Yolan held the potted plant and ran to the stage panting. He was still looking for the pieces of Heika until the last moment before he came on stage.

"Why is it still a flower bud? And it's still a black flower bud. What kind of strange species is this?"

"My God! It hasn't bloomed yet?"

"What kind of work is this? Could it be the wrong one?"

……

As soon as Yolan's work was put on the stage, there was an uproar, and everyone discussed it.

"Please, let's bloom!"

Yolan looked at the judges who were getting closer and closer, looked at the buds that were only slightly opened, and murmured.

The judges picked up the record book one by one, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, and there were still five steps, four steps, three steps away from Yolan's potted plant...

Yolan clenched his fists tightly, his palms were sweating, why hasn't it bloomed yet, the results will be announced soon!

"Could it be?" A thought flashed through Yolan's mind. He looked at the pot of black flower buds and shouted, "Heika! I love you!"

Just when the judges were about to declare Yolan unqualified, the black flower quietly bloomed, stunning the audience.

"Wow! It's a Turkish Halfeti rose! So beautiful!"

"Black roses, so rare!"

"My God! I can see black roses! It's so mysterious!"

……

Yunduo Square was boiling instantly, and countless people rushed to the stage to see this black rose.

"Yoran's work this time is qualified, after unanimous discussion among the judges, it was decided—"

The fat judge standing in the middle, while holding the record book, looked in the middle of the roses and was stunned.

In the middle of the black roses, a pocket boy in bright red casual clothes slowly walked out.

"Heika!" Yolan was overjoyed when he saw the boy walking towards him.

As you can see, the fragments of Heika were indeed absorbed by the flower in the potted plant. Because of that drop of Yolande's blood, Heika completely merged with the flower. Ka finally woke up.

With Turkish Halfeti roses, Yolan won the championship of the potted plant competition in one fell swoop, successfully entered the top three in the total score of the novice gardener competition, won the recommendation qualification of the World Gardener Academy, and was named the first-level gardener in the cactus town.

And Haika who woke up again, because his body is relatively weak, so he can only stay in the rose flower to cultivate for the time being, and he will grow taller every time he is watered.

Three months later.

Haika ran into the yard excitedly holding an admission notice.

"Yoran! I've been admitted to the Seagrass Conservatory of Music!"

Yolan put down the watering pot, raised his head from the flowers, and said excitedly, "That's great!"

Not long after the novice gardener competition summer camp ended, Haika also participated in the fingerstyle competition of the junior group in Haicao City, easily won the championship, and was admitted by the Haicao Conservatory of Music.

Finish.

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It's finally over!I'm thinking about whether to write a side story about growing up or getting married, and the little angel I want to read left a message~ Memoda~