"I didn't say I wouldn't let you move the things away." Qiao Qiao's tone was a little deeper, and her face was not very good: "Of course I said it too, just take a look, it won't waste much time on you."

Jing Cheng stood in front of Qiao Qiao without moving: "Sorry, Miss, it's inconvenient."

Qiao Qiao: "What if I insist on seeing it?"

Jingcheng didn't speak.

Qiao Qiao tried her best to push away Jing Cheng who was blocking her face, but her strength alone had no effect, and Jing Cheng's body remained motionless.

It didn't work openly, so she had to come in secret.

She suddenly squatted down unexpectedly. Jingcheng thought she was going to get in in disbelief, so he immediately leaned over to pull Qiao Qiao. Qiao Qiao saw the opportunity to leave his hand and lifted the burgundy velvet cloth.

She was very eager to know what was under the velvet cloth.

But when she really opened it, she regretted it again.

A huge oil painting is embedded in the frame, and the person on the portrait is her, her every frown and smile is almost lifelike.

In the painting, she stretched out her hands, as if she was gesturing in a certain position.

But she forgot that she had no impression of being gestured. She didn't remember what she was wearing in the portrait, and the scene she was in.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that this painting was painted by Shao Jingmo, and the signature is below: Ink.

The oil painting has been seen by Qiao Qiao, and Jing Cheng is not too panicked. If he hadn't deliberately let the water go, Qiao Qiao wouldn't have the chance to lift the velvet cloth.

Just see it, anyway, I should have been seen by the eldest lady, at least he thought so.

"Miss, you have seen the paintings, so please don't make things difficult for us to move these paintings away. Is it OK?" Jingcheng asked.

Qiao Qiao withdrew her gaze from looking at the painting and turned to Jingcheng: "What do you mean is there a portrait of me inside?"

Jingcheng was silent.

Qiao Qiao walked in, and Jingcheng stopped her: "Miss, there is no need."

"It's not your final decision whether there is any need!" Qiao Qiao waved Jing Cheng's blocking arm and entered the 'secret room'.

One, two, three, four...

There are about fifteen or sixteen paintings in my sight, most of which are oil paintings and a few are sketches, all framed by frames, and the visual scenes almost shocked Qiao Qiao.

When did he, carrying her back, quietly paint so many portraits of her?

Date, she forgot to look at the date.

In addition to the signature, there is also a date.

"Two years ago, one year ago... and the day before I came to Beijing to pick me up..."

Qiao Qiao recited the signature and date under each oil painting over and over again. Every time she recited it, she would have a drop of tears.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! She slowly reached out her hand, trying to touch the oil painting, but her hands trembled gently in the air.

"The painting just now was the first month when the young lady went to Beijing and was standing outside the barber shop to pick up customers."

Jingcheng's voice came.

Qiao Qiao turned around and said, "You said the oil painting just now?"

Jingcheng nodded: "Yes."

Qiao Qiao retorted, no wonder she only felt that her gestures in the painting should be gesticking, but she couldn't remember what the scene was. It turned out that it was the first month she first arrived in Beijing. She opened a barber shop and had no business, and then she went out to attract customers by herself with a shameless face.

Qiao Qiao lowered her eyes and whispered: "So after I arrived in the capital, my uncle has been paying attention to me."

"The Third Master is not at ease with you who are there alone, so he has been paying attention." Jingcheng stepped forward and signaled Qiao Qiao to look at every painting here: "Miss, you should also notice that the date of each painting is in these three years. Whenever the Third Master misses you very much, he will paint your image in this room until you come back, and he locked the compartment, for fear that you will scare you when you see these paintings."

Qiao Qiao raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her cheeks: "What else?"

Jingcheng knew very well that since he had violated the Third Master's intention and let the eldest lady see his secret, it would be against it.

He didn't want the third master to die, and the eldest lady hated him.

"In addition to painting your portrait and comforting lovesickness, the third master goes to the capital twice a month, but you don't know, because the third master has never shown up in front of you. The only time he shows up is to pick you up that time."

"The eldest lady probably thinks that she is lucky and everything goes smoothly in the capital, but in fact, many things are settled by the Third Master for you, and many messes are secretly cleaned up by the Third Master for you. The Third Master has done a lot of things for you."

"It's just that you don't know, you always think you're lucky."

Qiao Qiao shook her head: "I won't watch it anymore."

Jingcheng frowned: "What?"

Qiao Qiao looked up at Jingcheng: "Just pretend that I didn't come in, just think that I didn't know anything, just think that I didn't lift the velvet cloth just now, no need to tell me anymore, I won't look at it."
Chapter completed!