"This is the kitchen. I usually cook here."
"This is the toilet. Because the room is relatively small, the toilet and bathroom are integrated... This is my mobile phone."
Qin Feng put his cell phone in his pocket and came to the bedroom.
"This is my bedroom, where I usually work." He turned on the light and introduced his bedroom: "Because the house I rent is relatively small, I just put a computer desk and bed in one room. When I'm tired, I sleep directly. Computer desk Next to it are bookshelves and clothes racks, and on the other side of the bed is the balcony.”
Qin Feng spent tens of thousands of dollars to assemble the computer, which can be regarded as an exposure point. A clerk with a salary of more than 3,000 yuan a month cannot afford to assemble a computer worth tens of thousands of dollars. Including peripherals, it costs Qin Feng a year. Half salary.
But as long as he doesn’t turn on the computer to look at the configuration, Wang Anruo probably doesn’t know how much he has spent... Even if he looks at the configuration, it is estimated that only a small number of girls will have an idea of computer configuration, right?
Just looking at the appearance, it looks pretty cool. The water-cooling and transparent chassis are only romantic for boys. The pink keyboard and headphones are very nice, especially the keyboard. The keycaps are white or yellow, which is very cute.
Wang Anruo's attention was not on the computer, but on the wardrobe and bookshelf next to it.
Of course it was inconvenient for her to open the closet and read it, but she could browse the books on the bookshelf at will.
The books on the bookshelf include history and geography, literary works and online novels, and even quantum mechanics and a brief history of space.
Among them, Qin Wuxiang's complete set of works was included. Wang Anruo just looked at it quietly without any sign of disgust.
This just proves that Qin Feng is erudite. Although he doesn't like to read Qin Wuxiang's novels, Qin Feng must put literary quality first, not the author.
Wang Anruo was sitting on a chair reading, and Qin Feng's eyes were not slanted. A gentleman should not look at anything inappropriate.
But he still wanted to lament that he had never noticed that her figure was so good...or was it because the beige color made her look bigger?
"You sit down for a while, and I'll wash some fruits for you." He asked with a smile, "You haven't had dinner, right? You happen to have ingredients at home, so I'll show you my skills."
"Well, I'm looking forward to it."
Qin Feng left. Wang Anruo sat on the chair at first, but after looking outside, he found that Qin Feng was really busy in the kitchen, so he quietly sat by the bed.
The bed was very hard, not as comfortable as the bed at his parents' home, and not as soft as the Simmons bed in Qingshan Community. The quilt was simply folded, which made Wang Anruo feel ashamed.
She is a bit lazy, doesn't know how to cook and rarely does housework. The property management company in Qingshan Community has its own housekeeping, and her parents don't need her to do anything as Wang Ma is diligent.
So in her bedroom, the quilts were spread out and covered directly on the bed.
"You are so diligent, you can cook and often clean up the house." Wang Anruo already knew what was going on, with a faint smile on his lips: "Mom will definitely like it, and dad will be satisfied with it."
After thinking about it, she felt that it was not good to sit on other people's beds all the time, so she got up and walked to the bookshelf.
Of course, the wardrobe cannot be opened. This is a matter of politeness. Wang Anruo has been nurtured by his grandfather since he was a child, and he knows etiquette and honor. His grandfather and grandmother are from a scholarly family and pay more attention to family education.
The bookshelf was what Qin Feng could look at by default just now. Wang Anruo was actually a little excited when he entered a man's bedroom for the first time. He had a strong thirst for knowledge, but it was inconvenient to look around casually. He was afraid of finding something he shouldn't be looking for, so he could only read books. .
""Historical Records", "Pride and Prejudice", "Wuthering Heights", "White Night Walk"..."
The books Qin Feng read were very mixed and messy, and they covered a wide range of topics. Although his knowledge in various aspects was not enough to compare with professionals, he was good at writing books and could be considered knowledgeable when talking to people.
"It seems that this book is often read." Wang Anruo took out a book with a beautiful cover. The illustrations of the Four Gentlemen of Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum highlighted the cultural heritage of the book, "The Book of Songs."
She opened this thick book of songs, which contained the original text, translations and even annotations.
Some of the annotations are included in the book, and some were written by Qin Feng himself. The small characters of the pen are so grand. This is the momentum brought by the font and the stroke, and is not determined by the font size.
It is said that seeing words is like seeing people, and Wang Anruo firmly believed this at this moment.
"There is a bookmark on this page." Wang Anruo opened it and looked at it, and was stunned for a moment. Then Wan'er laughed, "No wonder you like reading this book so much."
The place where the bookmark is inserted is the National Style series in the Book of Songs. There are fifteen national styles in total, and this page happens to be the National Style·Qin Feng.
"Guo Feng·Qin Feng" contains ten articles in total, recording folk songs from the old Qin region. The familiar "Jian Jia" selected into the textbook is one of the Qin Feng.
No wonder, Wang Anruo thought, if there was an article named An Ruo in any book, he would probably keep it in his collection, read it carefully every day, and then taste and annotate it until he knew it by heart, right?
Thinking of this, she opened the first chapter, and the first article she read made her look stunned again.
"Qin Feng·Che Neighbor"
There are cars and horses next to each other. I haven’t seen the gentleman yet, so the eunuch ordered me to do so.
"Qin Feng, Che Neighbor..." Thoughts as brilliant as fireworks flashed through Wang Anruo's head. She closed the book suddenly, put the "Book of Songs" back on the bookshelf, and then humbly poked her head out to look at the kitchen.
At this moment, she was finally able to confirm who wrote the poem to her.
The "Book of Songs" on the bookshelf is not far from Qin Wuxiang's "Spherical Cloud", and tens of thousands of dollars can be spent to thank the female artists in the rescue department.
You can enjoy the arrogant green tea in a French restaurant that costs several thousand dollars, and you won’t feel any pain when paying for it.
She is very touched now, because she has had more contact with them, and it is even difficult for lyricists to make money, especially those who are less famous. It is estimated that the dinner invitation and the red envelope given to Li Xiaoyun to repay his favor were all Qin Feng's savings over the years.
Should I continue to pretend not to know?
Wang Anruo had some difficulties, but Qin Feng didn't want to admit it. There must be something unspeakable, right?
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
Qin Feng, who was busy in the kitchen, took out the cut fruits and looked at each other a few steps away from Wang Anruo.
A flash of panic flashed across Wang An's face. Who could be knocking on the door?
Qin Feng was also a little uneasy. It was a trivial matter for the two of them to be suddenly disturbed in their world, but if there were other women who had an affair with him, like Wang Anruo, they didn't know where they found out where they lived...
With a nervous mood, he gave Wang Anruo a silent gesture, and then shouted at the door: "Who is it?"
"it's me."
Wang Rengui's voice came from outside the door, which made Qin Feng and Wang Anruo, whose hearts were in their throats, heave a sigh of relief.
"You even called Uncle Wang, you scared me to death." Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and wanted to open the door.
Wang Anruo frowned, feeling that things were not that simple.
I didn't call my dad to come over.
Sure enough, other people's voices came one after another.
"Hurry, hurry up, help me, this thing is sinking to death!"
"You've grown so big for nothing!"
"Don't squeeze. Let the director go in first."
Qin Feng's smile immediately froze on his face when he walked to the door.
