Echoes of Summer

Chapter 3

On the weekend, the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly.

When Jiang Xingzhou opened the door and came in, Yuan Xia was standing on the short ladder, sorting the books.

The top bookshelf was a bit high, and even with a ladder at her height, she had to stand on tiptoe. The book on the right was carried by her elbow, and it was precariously about to fall.

Jiang Xingzhou strode forward and caught it quickly.

Yuan Xia exclaimed, turned around and saw him, "You're here."

He handed her the book with one hand and held the ladder steady with the other, "Is Xiao Qiao not here today?"

"He has something to do at home, he asked for leave and went home After putting away the books, Yuan Xia climbed down the ladder and clapped her hands, "Isn't today the weekend, Mr. Jiang isn't resting at home?"

Jiang Xingzhou scanned the bookshelves, his eyes fixed on the second frame of the third shelf, skillfully reaching out to take the book from the shelf, "I agreed to read the book."

Yuan Xia nodded, not surprised.

"Can I get you something to drink?"

"No, thank you."

Having said that, Yuan Xia still served him a cup of lemon tea.

Most of the customers in the store are students, and they are all sitting quietly in their seats to read their homework.

After admiring the handsome guy's beauty with hes chin propped up, Yuan Xia turned on the iPad, lowered hes head to write and draw on the digital board.

She didn't learn to paint systematically, but occasionally she would simply paint a few strokes when she felt the urge, which is definitely incomparable to a professional painter, that is, to pass the time as a hobby when she has nothing to do.

Probably because she was too absorbed in painting, she didn't hear Jiang Xingzhou knocked on the table twice, and the third time he called her name softly.

"Ah, what's the matter?" She raised her head in confusion.

Without her body covering the iPad, the portrait on the screen was revealed.

In the corner by the window, the protagonist wears glasses and holds a book, and drinks are stacked with ice cubes on the table. Because it is a cartoon stick figure, the lines are not sharp, adding a bit of interest.

However, this scene is somewhat familiar.

Jiang Xingzhou smiled lowly, and asked, "Is this a painting me?"

Feeling guilty, Yuan Xia touched her nose uncomfortably, her eyes looking around in a frenzied manner. "I just draw it casually."

"The painting is good, can you send it to me?"

"Huh?"

While Yuan Xia is still in a daze, Jiang Xingzhou already took out his phone, "Let's add each other's WeChat so that you can send it to me."

It happened so suddenly that Yuan Xia's mind went blank, and she could only mechanically send it to him.

"Open your own WeChat QR code."

With a beep, another friend is successfully added.

"Don't forget to send me the picture."

Jiang Xingzhou left a sentence before leaving.