[Comprehensive English and American] You have to pay rent even if you are a ghost

As if waking up from a dream, Raffaele hurriedly waved the spilled paint back onto the palette.

Ben Harmon, who was tidying up the room on the second floor, heard the sound and hurried downstairs to check the situation.

"What's the matter, Lafite?"

"...It's okay." Raffaele waved his hand, "I accidentally bumped into the trash can when I got off the ladder just now."

"It's fine."

Ben Harmon heaved a sigh of relief, and then all eyes were attracted by the freshly painted mural.

"This is amazing." Ben Harmon's eyes widened, and he blurted out, "How long has it been since you've finished the painting?" Looking at the wall with a strong smell of paint, muttering: "This is so beautiful..."

The previously distorted and crying faces had become trees growing in the middle of the lake.

Ben Harmon was not surprised that Raffaele chose landscape painting, because Raffaele had never painted figures for more than a year, and the only time was at Vivienne's request, but it was only The jaw and hands are drawn.

Some insistence of the artist, Ben Harmon has seen in Vivienne, and he never interferes with some insistence of his son, only supports.

Just looking at the appearance of the trees and the color of the picture, this should be a surreal work. Such trees and sky cannot exist in the real world.But looking at this mural, Ben felt that everything on the picture seemed to be real, and Raffaele just put it all on the pen.

"So beautiful……"

Ben Harmon couldn't help admiring again.

Raffaele looked at the mural, and there was a touch of golden red in the shimmering lake, which was his last stroke.

In fact, he didn't know why he had to draw a stroke of golden red there. If the sudden whisper sounded in his mind, his hand might have drawn something subconsciously.

Raffaele pursed his lips. He felt that something might have happened in the 300 years when he was out of gear, but he couldn't remember it now.

Maybe, this lake and that strange tree were seen at that time.

Ben and Vivienne did not hesitate to praise the language, and praised Raphael's murals as the only one in the world. It's a little embarrassing too.

Raffaele brought his tools and was ready to work on the next mural.

Just as he pushed open the door and was about to enter the study, Raphael paused.

After a while, he walked into the study as if nothing had happened, not forgetting to close the door.

Three minutes later, a figure appeared silently in front of the mural that still exuded a strong smell of paint.

The boy with golden brown hair glanced carefully at the direction of the study first, and after confirming that the door of the study had no intention of opening for the time being, he turned his head and looked at the freshly painted mural seriously.

He had to say that this mural was indeed much prettier than that distorted face.

and……

Tate stretched out his finger cautiously, as if he wanted to touch the lake water on the mural, especially the golden red in the lake water.

When there was less than one centimeter between his fingertips and the mural, he quickly withdrew his hand.

The paint on the mural is not dry yet, if touched it will destroy the mural.

After staring at the mural for a while, during which time he glanced in the direction of the study every 30 seconds, Tate slowly took two steps back and then disappeared.

At the moment Tate disappeared, the door of the study was pushed open.

Raffaele looked thoughtfully at where Tate disappeared.

Although the memory is not there, he must still have a sense of closeness to him.

Just like him, when that ray of magic touches his soul, no matter how much he has changed, he still recognizes that it is his Phoenix.

"Not urgent."

Raffaele turned around, the palette floating beside him.He walked towards the bookshelf, stepped up the invisible steps in the air, and stood in front of the half painted mural.

This kind of fresco requires no regrets, and it must be painted as soon as possible, because once the lime plaster on the wall dries, the effect will be affected.

But for Raffaele, he can keep the lime plaster moist as long as he wants.

Raffaele held the paintbrush and hummed a light tune in his throat.

The red maple on the top of Greylock Mountain swayed under the brush, and the gorgeous and warm tones brighten the whole study.

He had originally thought of stripping the soul-bound material out of the villa as soon as possible, but now, before he was sure about Phoenix, no, Tate's situation, the family had to live with the ghosts in the house for a while.

I hope other ghosts can be more interesting.

Although Raffaele has a good temper, there is a bottom line in everything.

***

Tate felt he might have been a little too impulsive in killing the previous owner.

With a new family, the host and hostess were of the right age for a newborn, and with the right catalysis, he felt that he would soon be able to give Mrs. Nora Montgomery the child she had been longing for.

But the couple's son, Raffaele Harmon, puts Tate in a situation that he doesn't understand, that's completely unfamiliar and overwhelming.

Of course he didn't hate Raffaele Harmon, God, he whispered to God with all sincerity for the first time, he had never met someone who could take all his attention when he just appeared.

He felt that he should know him, but when he saw him, his mind went blank. It was because of the address the Harmons called him that he knew that the boy with blond hair and blue eyes was named Raphael.

Raphael, Raphael, the legendary "God's Healer", one of the seven most honorable seraphs in religious legends.

The appearance of Raffaele Harmon was like a dream come true that he never expected. However, his first reaction was not surprise, but fear.

Getting too close will only shatter this beautiful dream faster.

Tate doesn't think he's lucky enough to make his dreams come true.

How could this shit like him meet his angel before and after his death.

Once his façade is stripped away, the angel who was here for no apparent reason would simply leave.

Therefore, he should watch and guard from a distance, preventing others from breaking this beauty.

However, it is not as simple as thought!

After a brief meltdown in the basement, after Porregard had been appeased, Tate couldn't help but sneak a peek at Raffaele.

Watch him use a magical power to peel off the original murals in the house and repaint the new scenery.

Tate stared right and wrong at Raffaele's paintbrush, his heart beating slightly as the picture gradually formed.And after he left, he couldn't help showing up and staring at the mural closely.

Tate cautiously followed behind Raffaele, looked at his mural carefully, and liked it more and more.

An afternoon passed quickly.

Raffaele painted all the murals quite efficiently.

All of them are beautiful, especially the first one.

Raffaele also went to the yard to weed, planned a small piece of land next to the two blueberry trees and pepper trees in the backyard, and planted some seeds in it.

While turning the soil, Raffaele was keenly aware of the toxins in the soil, which seemed to have been sprayed with powerful pesticides not long ago, which was not good for the fruits of the two blueberry trees and the pepper tree. Small damage, basically can not eat.

But this toxin is only a small problem for Raffaele.

When Raffaele turned the soil, the magic power of vitality was integrated into the soil layer, purifying the toxins in the soil and the surrounding trees that had been absorbed into the body, and he did not forget to add fertilizer to the soil by the way.

The tulip bulbs were neatly planted in the soil. With the vitality contained in the soil at this time, these bulbs can be germinated within three days at the latest without any magic tricks.

After Raffaele left, Tate ran to the courtyard to take a look, and secretly picked up the soil layer above the bulbs to look carefully.

It is a garlic-shaped bulb, it may be a plant like a lily narcissus, or it may be an onion or a head of garlic... Uh, it can't be an onion or a head of garlic, right?

Tate wiped his face, feeling that he was thinking too much.

Soon, night falls.

Tate, who had secretly peeped at Raffaele all afternoon before, felt that this was particularly bad. He had some mental illness, was unclear and had a bit of anti-social personality, but he was not a voyeuristic stalker!

Although he emphasized this to himself, after hearing the sound of the piano at night, after Tate realized it, he was already standing outside his former bedroom.

It is now Raffaele Harmon's bedroom.

This is a very helpless fact.

Wherever they live, they cannot help but tread on the bones of the dead.Although the bedroom had belonged to him before, Tate could find his previous owners from the ghosts that wandered around the house.

After pursing his lips, Tate's body disappeared in front of the bedroom door, and the next moment, he appeared on the jacaranda tree that had passed its flowering period in the courtyard.

Standing on a branch, he could see everything in the bedroom through the open window.

Raffaele Harmon was playing the piano.

Tate was puzzled for a moment. Because the Harmon family came to look at the house at noon today, although they had already confirmed the purchase of the house, their luggage should not have been transported from their previous home.And he remembered that there had never been a piano in this house before.

Uh... wait, that doesn't seem to be a piano.

That must be the harpsichord.

Soon, Tate stopped caring about a harpsichord in his bedroom.

His gaze unconsciously became focused, and he looked at the teenager who was playing the harpsichord in the bedroom through the transparent glass.The bright tune was something Tate had never heard before, like a gurgling spring flowing through his heart.

Raffaele's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he played the harpsichord intently.

The author has something to say:

#818 Spicy dark rubbing peeping protagonist's Tate#

Tate: I am not a voyeur, I am not a voyeur, I am not a voyeur, important things are said three times!

Raffaele: Okay~ You are not~~ refill

Tate: What is he drawing?What is he planting?what is he playing

Raffaele: o(*￣︶￣*)o

***

What should I do if I don't know him and still avoid him because of the love I developed with great difficulty in my previous life?Rushing over to complain?Raffaele said that the pattern Tucson is broken, of course he hooked him and let him come here on his own initiative~~