Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 1130 Firefighter vs. Cartoonist 73
"Uh...who are you looking for?"

A clear, crisp female voice rang out from behind.

Lin Zhian turned around and looked over.

A girl wearing a loose sweatshirt and with her hair in a high ponytail peeked out, carrying a bag of trash in her hand. She was also looking at her, her eyebrows and eyes bearing a resemblance to Zhou Shu's handsome features but appearing more lively, her eyes filled with a curious scrutiny.

Lin Zhian didn't recognize her and hesitated before explaining, "I'd like to find the shop owner."

"Zhou Shu? My brother?" Zhou Jinyao's eyes lit up. She put down the trash bag and walked out confidently. "He's not here! He just handed over the shop this week and went back to the fire station to report for duty!"

The girl's tone was filled with undisguised pride and relief.

Lin Zhian's heart skipped a beat.

The wind brushed against my cheeks, withered trees sprouted new buds, and even the throbbing of my pulse seemed to carry a sweet, boiling sensation.

He went back!

He really went back!

She no longer had to worry about why he was discharged from the army, nor did she have to worry about whether he would come back before leaving.

He will break through the siege and forge ahead.

"Oh, that's great!" Lin Zhian's eyes crinkled into a smile.

"Who are you, sister? Do you know my brother?" Zhou Jinyao stared at Lin Zhian curiously. "You're so pretty, how would my brother know you?" As she spoke, Zhou Jinyao noticed the framed painting sitting quietly on the steps beside her, and her confusion deepened. Lin Zhian looked a little embarrassed and explained, "I'm Lin Zhian, your brother's... friend." She lowered her eyelashes, her long shadow falling on her eyelids, and looked at the framed painting on the steps, saying, "This is a painting I did for him, to thank him... If he's not here, could you please give it to him for me?"

“Lin Zhian—” Zhou Jinyao muttered softly, feeling that the name sounded familiar, but she couldn’t remember where she had heard it before. A bright smile bloomed on her face. “Of course! I didn’t expect that my brother, who is such a dull person, would have such a talented friend like you. How could he be worthy of you?”

Lin Zhian: "Uh..."

“It’s a pity my brother just went out, otherwise you would have seen him,” Zhou Jinyao said, her eyes sparkling as she urged her, “Sister, would you like to come in and sit for a while? Maybe he’ll be back soon. My brother rarely accepts things from others, so if he were willing to accept them, he could thank you in person.”

Actually, Zhou Jinyao was also a little hesitant. Back in the team, people would often give Zhou Shu things, but he never accepted them. But this was her brother's friend... it should be different, right? But why had she never heard her brother mention this person before?

"No need, I have other things to do. You can just pass it on to him for me, thank you."

"Okay, goodbye, sister."

Zhou Jinyao was a little disappointed, but she still smiled and waved.

Watching Lin Zhian's figure disappear around the street corner, she went out to take out the trash first, and then carried the framed painting into the gallery when she returned. She tilted her head and glanced at it; the frame was covered by the canvas, so she couldn't tell what was painted inside. She then simply settled into a chair behind the counter and started scrolling through her phone out of boredom.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the shadows of time crept up the wall. Suddenly, the door was pushed open from the outside, bringing in a gust of evening breeze.

"I told you to mind the shop and do your homework, why are you playing on your phone?"

A deep, detached voice broke the silence, as faint as water, yet carrying a hint of coldness.

"Brother!" Zhou Jinyao sat up awkwardly and explained, "I was just being dutiful, afraid that a thief might break into the store, so I didn't dare to be distracted."