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Chapter 297 The little secretary of the cross-dressing boss is so sweet! 11

Yan Feng was stunned for a moment.

Then he couldn't help laughing.

He looked back at his door panel.

Comparing it with the one opposite, it obviously looks too shabby.

But that can't be helped.

It costs money to replace a door, and more money is needed to replace an expensive and good door.

He doesn't have that much extra money.

I was originally thinking about whether to just say hello and leave, but then I thought about it, no matter what, Qiu Zihe was still his sponsor.

So his thoughts started to flow, and Yan Feng asked in a more prudent way: "Boss, moving must be very troublesome, do you need my help?"

Not that I need help.

After all, Lu Yao had already completed all those troublesome things for him a few days ago.

What he needs now is to move in the little luggage he is holding.

Very simple.

He can do it alone.

But looking at Yan Feng in front of him, the words of rejection came to his lips, turned around, and turned into a nod and said: "Then I'll trouble you."

Qiu Zihe said as he handed the suitcase he was holding to Yan Feng's hand.

He carried another large picture frame himself.

Turn around and open the door.

The suitcase can be dragged on the ground without any effort on Yan Feng's part.

I was just a little curious about the picture frame covered by cloth in Qiu Zihe's hand.

Carrying the suitcase in his hand, he followed Qiu Zihe to his room. Yan Feng looked around, and then couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the life of rich people is indeed different.

Even in an old community like theirs, the interior of the house can be decorated to be extremely luxurious.

Don't say anything else.

Just from the lamps and sofa decorations, it can be clearly seen that these are the nobility created by money.

But after all, Xiaoniao had seen the big scene. Yan Feng glanced at it and immediately withdrew his gaze.

Putting the suitcase in the corner of the room, Yan Feng said in a pretentious manner: "BOSS, I've put your things here for you, so I'll leave first?"

"If there's nothing urgent, let's drink a glass of water and talk about it later." Qiu Zihe quickly stopped: "Thank you for helping me move in. If you don't mind, I'll need to trouble you to help me hang the painting later."

He gestured to the picture frame he was holding.

Yan Feng blinked.

If his reasons were so good, it would be hard for him to refuse.

Of course, the more important point is that the bird's curiosity has risen.

He also wanted to know what was inside the frame.

Is it a family photo?

Or that kind of world-famous painting?

Thoughts kept spinning in his mind, and Yan Feng was simply extremely curious.

He sat down on the sofa obediently.

Qiu Zihe went to the kitchen to pour him a glass of water and put the glass on the table. He also walked aside and began to remove the protective cloth wrapped around the picture frame.

When all the protection was removed, the contents inside the frame were revealed.

It's not the kind of oil painting Yan Feng imagined.

On the contrary, it is a painting of flowers and birds in an ancient style.

It is a painting of endless mountains and a sky shrouded in mist.

And above it all, the blue bird flying at the top, overlooking everything.

The appearance of the blue bird is exactly the same as that of Yan Feng.

So the moment he saw this painting, Yan Feng could feel his breathing tightening.

Perhaps because he was too straightforward, Qiu Zihe on the side could see his emotions and couldn't help laughing. He said: "This painting looks really shocking, right? I'm the first to When I saw it for the first time, I felt the same as you. So I bought it, and I will take it with me no matter where I move. To me, it is like my amulet, which is never around me , it will make me feel very uneasy.”

This is not a lie.

This painting was seen when he was in school.

It was also the first time in his life that he wanted something.

As the heir of the Qiu family, he had something he wanted so persistently, and it was just a painting. Of course, his family bought it for him as soon as possible.

From then on, the painting remained in his home forever.

I actually thought about taking it to the office.

Put it somewhere where he can see it when he looks up, and stay with him all the time.

But every time he had this thought, Qiu Zihe would push the thought back into his heart.

It’s not that I don’t want to watch it all the time.

It's that he didn't want this painting to be seen by others at all.

Just like his emotions towards Yan Feng, he only wanted this person and this painting to exist where he could see it.

So he wanted to keep them at home.

Not allowed to go anywhere else.

Although he has always known that he is prone to have some bad thoughts, every time he faces Yan Feng, these thoughts will uncontrollably intensify, and Qiu Zihe himself feels a little troublesome.

He hurriedly looked away.

Unexpectedly, Yan Feng stared at the painting instead, as if fascinated by it. After a long time, he asked: "Where did you buy this painting? Is there any past history?"

I don’t know why Yan Feng was interested in this painting.

If it were anyone else, Qiu Zihe would never answer this kind of question.

Because he hates others coveting his paintings.

But it feels completely different now.

He found himself even a little jealous of the painting.

He was clearly still standing in front of Yan Feng. Why didn't Yan Feng's eyes fall on him, but on the dead thing?

A little upset.

But he still answered the other party's questions well.

Qiu Zihe said: "This painting is said to be the national treasure of a small country a long time ago. It was painted by the general of that country."

Yan Feng blinked: "General, can you still draw?"

"So it's just a legend. Whether it's true or false, we can't find out now."

Qiu Zihe smiled and said: "The version I heard said that the general has had some problems with his eyes since he was a child. It's not that there is any problem with his eyesight, it's that his color recognition has always been much worse than ordinary people."

Qiu Zihe said and paused.

Then he pointed at the rocks, flowers and plants on the canvas.

Just like what he said, except for the soaring blue bird, everything else in the entire painting is only composed of black, white and gray.

"The general's world is only black, white and gray, so he doesn't care about blood and is invincible."

"In addition to this one, he has also painted many magnificent scenes of battlefields. But even if it is blood, he will not dye it red. It is an expression of black and gray, which is not much different from these rocks."

"This bird is the only color in all the paintings left."

"The moment I saw it, I felt like the bird was alive."

It doesn't seem to be on paper.

It flew directly into his heart.