The breeze does not pass me by

Chapter 21 Are You Free
The part-time job couldn't be done tonight, Liang Chan was extremely depressed, so she called the manager on duty to ask for leave, and dragged her tired body to the bathroom to take a shower.

She didn't have the strength to wash the dirty clothes and the boy's sports jacket for the time being, so they put them in two plastic basins and soaked them in foamy water, ready to wash them after waking up.

The door of the dormitory was pushed open, and three roommates came back, one of them named Lin Jiao, and handed her a bowl of packed porridge: "Jiang Qishu asked me to give it to you."

Liang Chan stepped on the escalator of the bed frame with one foot, paused, and looked back at her: "Who?"

"Jiang Qishu, a handsome guy from the School of Architecture." Another roommate Lu Mingming approached excitedly, "I heard someone say on the road that he helped you to the girls' dormitory downstairs, what's your relationship?"

Liang Chan finally realized that the boy who sent her back was called Jiang Qishu.

Do you mean riding on a tree?How could someone have such a strange name?

She answered Lu Mingming's question: "We're fine."

"Then why did he send you back? I also heard people say that before he left, he shouted that he would come to bring you breakfast tomorrow morning. Could he be chasing you?" There is always a person who wants to gossip in a dormitory, Lu Mingming is.

Xiao Li, who had been silent all this time, nudged Lu Mingming with her elbow, reminding her not to talk nonsense.

Lu Mingming pouted: "I'll just ask, there's no other meaning."

Liang Chan knew that she had no bad intentions, but just out of curiosity, she told the truth: "He hit me while playing basketball with his friend, so he sent me back. He sent me breakfast to express his apology."

After getting the answer, Lu Mingming instantly lost interest in further inquiries: "Oh, so that's how it is."

Seeing that her complexion was particularly bad, Xiao Li asked, "Are you okay?"

"I've already seen a doctor." Liang Chan sat at the desk and slowly finished a serving of shredded chicken and vegetable porridge. After half an hour, she took the medicine prescribed by the doctor and lay down on the bed to sleep.

The phone rang several times, pulling her back from the edge of sleep.

She touched the cell phone next to her pillow and received a message from Chen Xiaoyin.

"【picture】"

"Liang Chan, Liang Chan, Liang Chan, the person in this photo is you, right?"

"I remember you had the same clothes!"

"Oh my god, you were hugged by Princess Jiang Qishu, the grassroots of our School of Architecture!"

Liang Chan stared at those three words, feeling speechless for her previous speculation.It turned out that his name was Jiang Qishu, not Jiang Qishu.

Click on the picture, it is a candid shot, Jiang Qishu hugged her and ran wildly, the picture quality is a little blurry, and her face cannot be seen clearly.

Chen Xiaoyin immediately sent another message: "They said you were knocked out by a basketball, is it true or not?"

Liang Chan: "Really."

Chen Xiaoyin: "Are you okay?"

Liang Chan: "In the dormitory, ready to sleep."

Chen Xiaoyin: "Then go and rest."

The chat ended here, Chen Xiaoyin didn't bother her.

*
On the following Saturday, there was no class, and Liang Chan didn't have the habit of staying in bed. She got up before seven o'clock, brushed her teeth, washed her face and went downstairs. She was rushing to a bookstore to work part-time.Yesterday's part-time job failed, and she was so distressed.

Once she got busy, she couldn't put other things in her mind, and forgot the agreement with Jiang Qishu.

With a canvas bag hanging on one shoulder, she walked out of the dormitory building and saw the boy sitting on the bicycle, only to remember what he said when he left yesterday evening.

Liang Chan stopped abruptly, her brows furrowed, how could he be serious.

Jiang Qishu was wearing a complete set of white sportswear, the whole person was sunny and refreshing, with one leg on the ground, fearing that she would not see, he raised his arms and waved them high.

There is a white plastic bag hanging on the handlebar, which contains a steaming breakfast, and the inside of the bag is hazy with soda.

Liang Chan had no choice but to walk towards him, with a stern face: "I said you don't need to bring me breakfast."

"Don't be like this, it was indeed our fault yesterday. Didn't you hear what the doctor sister said? You have to have an attitude when you apologize." Jiang Qishu really loves to smile. When he smiles, he is as bright as the sunny sky above his head. Fragrant breakfast, "Here. I don't know what you like to eat, so I bought a light one considering you are still sick."

Liang Chan reluctantly accepted it: "This is not an example."

"I can't." Jiang Qishu held the handlebar with his hands, his thin back was slightly bent, and he looked at her with his head tilted, his eyes were scorching bright, "I agreed to wait until you recover."

Gossip is going to be late, Liang Chan brushes past him and walks quickly towards the school gate.

No matter how fast two legs walk, they can't go as fast as a cyclist. Jiang Qishu stepped on the pedal, and a gust of wind blew past her ears: "Where are you going, I will see you."

Liang Chan took a bite of the steamed bun and choked, "Are you free?"

Jiang Qishu said with a smile: "This weekend is quite free."

Liang Chan had never dealt with this kind of "stalker" type of person, so she had nothing to do with him, she stopped abruptly, looked at him and said seriously: "I beg you, please, let me go. I There's really no need for an apology like this."

Jiang Qishu said: "One week."

Liang Chan was misled by his words: "What week?"

"I'll send you breakfast for a week, and then we'll settle the bill."

"..."

He didn't seem to understand her.

The two confronted each other silently. After a long while, Liang Chan was defeated first, gave him a convincing look, and said in a compromise, "Okay, one week will be one week."

Jiang Qishu rang the bell: "Get in the car now and take you to where you want to go."

Liang Chan hesitated again and again, but sat on the back seat of his bicycle.

Jiang Qishu raised her lips and smiled where she couldn't see, tilted her head and said "sit down", and carried her forward against the wind.The hem of his coat fluttered up and down with the wind, like a soaring white dove.

When he was approaching the school gate, Liang Chan reminded him: "Just take me to the bus stop."

Jiang Qishu asked her: "Where are you going?"

Liang Chan didn't respond, and as soon as she got to the bus stop, she jumped off the back seat of her unsteady bicycle, just as the bus she was going to take arrived at the stop.

The front and rear doors opened, passengers filed out, and Liang Chan took the opportunity to squeeze in.

Jiang Qishu watched helplessly as she got into the car like a slippery little fish and sat down on the window seat, leaving him only a profile.Then the bus drove away from the platform and gradually drifted away in his sight.

The phone rang in his trouser pocket, and he took it out to answer it. Li Aoran just woke up: "Brother Shu, why aren't you in the dormitory? What are you doing up so early?"

Jiang Qishu said in a bad mood: "I still have the face to ask, and I have gone to atone for the sins you have done."

Li Aoran: "What?"

Jiang Qishu: "Sleep your sleep."

Li Aoran: "I woke up and want to eat the steamed buns from the cafeteria. Come back and bring me a drawer, no, two drawers."

Jiang Qishu hung up the phone.

*
The bus passed four stops, Liang Chan got off the bus, took out the unfinished breakfast from the canvas bag, and ate it while walking.The steamed buns were still hot, and she finished them in two bites, leaving a cup of pumpkin and millet porridge.She doesn't like the taste of pumpkin and doesn't want to waste food, so she drinks it slowly, mouthful by mouthful.

The bookstore she works part-time is relatively large, with three floors. According to the category, the first floor is for novels, the second floor is for teaching materials, and the third floor is for more "serious" domestic and foreign books.

The salary of this part-time job is not high, and there is no commission, so it doesn't need to be too much trouble.

Liang Chan greeted the boss and sat behind the cash register.The door opened at eight o'clock sharp, and there were already energetic middle and high school students coming to patronize.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl lay down in front of the counter, gave the name of a novel, and asked if there was any stock in the store.

Liang Chan remembered that the goods arrived the day before yesterday, and pointed her in the direction: "Yes, look at the bookshelf over there."

The little girl said thank you, and ran quickly, for fear that she would not be able to get the goods if she was a step too late.

Liang Chan was busy checking out, indexing according to the needs of customers, or writing down the books they needed but not currently in the store, so that the boss could buy next time.

After a busy morning, she was hungry at noon, so Liang Chan ordered fried noodles and finished eating at the door of the store, fearing that the taste would not go away for a while.After that, I drank the medicine according to the doctor's advice, and took a nap on the counter for a while.

There are still some primary school students in the store who don’t buy anything, just sit quietly on the floor in the corner to read and do homework.The store is very warm, they only wear thin pullovers, with their heads down, they can maintain a posture for a long time.

The counter was knocked lightly, Liang Chan was a little drowsy after taking the medicine, and woke up suddenly, sat up straight and raised his head, his mouth automatically said: "Hello, what do you need...?"

The hazy vision gradually cleared up, and the man she hadn't seen for a long time appeared in front of her eyes, taking her from the sunny day back to the rainy afternoon in an instant.

He put a stack of books on the counter, and his voice was as clear as ever: "Check out."

(End of this chapter)