There is also a sound when snow collapses. This pile of snow was originally very high, and after it collapsed, there was a small rustling sound, which was very comfortable, just like lying on soft, dry sand.
You can clearly see the sky without raising your head. You are surrounded by European-style huts, all of which are independent courtyards. There are not many pedestrians, and only occasionally vehicles pass by.
No one saw anyone, and Han Qi didn't get up in a hurry. He folded his hands under his head and closed his eyes to listen to the chorus coming from nowhere. This song has been sung often in the past few days, and it's pretty good. It's called angels.
we have heard on high (angels sing in the sky).
Merry Christmas.
While he was listening to the song and enjoying himself, Han Qi heard voices and footsteps coming from beside him. He quickly opened his eyes and changed his position, pretending that he accidentally fell and was about to get up.
But the person did not come from a distance, but walked out of the house behind Han Qi. When he opened the door, he saw Han Qi struggling on the snowdrift.
It seems that they are a mother and daughter. The mother is about thirty years old, has a good figure, and is a very beautiful Western woman. The little loli is probably less than ten years old, with some freckles on her face, and is very cute.
"Oh my God." The woman exclaimed and ran over to help Han Qi up. "What do you think? Is everything okay?"
"It's okay, it's okay."
The snow on the ground is very thick now, and the clothes you wear in winter are also very thick. As long as you are not too old, you will not be injured if you fall on the ground.
Han Qi wouldn't say that he fell in the snow on purpose. It would be too childish. But why don't you just let me leave? It's so embarrassing to come and help me so enthusiastically.
Now Han Qi didn't know what was more embarrassing behind him.
Because the little girl suddenly cried.
"Mom!!! My Sandy was pushed down by him!!"
Sandy?
Han Qi didn't realize what Sandy was, but he saw the red woolen hat and red scarf in the little loli's hand, and he immediately thought of the big snowdrift where he just lay down.
No way?
Is that a snowman you made? Isn’t it just a snowdrift? It doesn’t look like a snowman at all.
"Wow!!! Sandy is dead!"
"..."
Her mother was also at a loss and touched the little Loli's head: "Sandy just lay down and fell asleep. Can we wake her up?" Then she explained to Han Qi: "I'm sorry."
Han Qi stood there in a daze, neither walking nor moving. He could almost pull out a world map with his toes. Who knew that was the snowman you built, so what should I do now?
Walk?
Can't leave.
After all, he has designed a future landmark building in Tromsø. The deputy mayor has contacted the media to interview him tomorrow. If he leaves like this, what will happen if the little Lolita sees him on TV in the future?
Will the future great architect bully a child?
No, no, no.
Han Qi shook his head and shook away the embarrassment in his heart. He walked over and squatted in front of the crying little Loli and said, "Yes, Sandy is just asleep. You can't see the snowman when she lies down."
"Really?" Little Loli's bright eyes flickered.
"Really." Han Qi nodded affirmatively.
After all, he was a child. When he was tired from crying, his mother took him back to the house. Han Qi slowly walked towards the hotel. On the way, he saw two small snowmen piled in front of a supermarket.
But this one looks much more delicate, round and cute.
Han Qi suddenly wanted to build a snowman himself.
He lives in a corner of Tianfu Province. Snow occasionally falls in winter, but at most it can only be covered with a layer of a centimeter or two on the car. It is difficult to collect the snow and make a big snowman half a person tall.
Make a pile and give Sandy back to the kid.
Thinking of this, Han Qi was not ready to go back to the hotel. He went into the supermarket and bought a red hat and scarf. Buttons and carrots were also available in this store. Han Qi also bought a portion and even ketchup.
Buttons and carrots are the eyes and nose, and ketchup can be used to draw the mouth.
Carrying the shopping bags, she walked back again. Fortunately, this street was a straight line. If she were to walk on a winding street in such a deserted and dark environment, Han Qi would not know where she would end up.
Han Qi could no longer remember the house where the little girl lived, but he remembered where he lay.
The lights inside the house were still on, but no one could be seen from the windows, and I didn't know if the child was asleep.
Han Qi threw the shopping bag on the ground, walked a little further and rolled a snowball over. It looked big but was too loose, so Han Qi pressed it into a round shape, then pushed it and rolled it in a circle.
Twenty minutes later, the snowball finally took shape.
However, Han Qi also had some pain in his waist at this time. He rested for a few minutes before pushing the second snowball. This snowball was simpler than the previous one and was two or three times smaller than the one below. Han Qi took less than ten minutes.
It's done.
It is also compressed and will not melt or collapse easily.
Fix the big snowball below, gently place the smaller one on top, and rotate it twice so that the two snowballs can come into closer contact. However, it still looks strange, so you need a scarf at this time.
As soon as the hat was put on and the scarf was tied into a knot, a beautiful snowman appeared.
On the second floor of the courtyard next to her, Clarisse was leaning against the window and looking at Han Qi who was busy in earnest.
She remembered that this man was the Oriental man who had just collapsed her daughter's snowman.
This was originally a very small matter. The snowman actually didn't take long to build, and the child's joy came quickly. After a sleep, he would probably forget about it tomorrow, so Clarice didn't care.
But she didn't expect that Han Qi would come back again and build a snowman downstairs again.
If Han Qi hadn't come back, maybe she would soon forget about Han Qi. After all, this is Tromso, and there are many people traveling here every year, including Asians and Africans, so she wouldn't be able to
Everyone remembers it.
But now she remembers Han Qi, and maybe she won't forget him for a long time.
Han Qi is still busy downstairs. He has been busy building this snowman for almost an hour since he came back here. Now that it is almost done, his mood is getting better and better.
Humming to himself, Han Qi used ketchup to draw a curved line with both sides pointing upward.
This is the snowman's mouth.
Standing far away and taking a look...it is indeed beautiful, but it still seems to be missing some details.
After looking at the snowflakes falling from the sky and wearing a snow-white down jacket, Han Qi walked up and put two red dots on the snowman's chest, as if the snowman was also wearing a thick down jacket. The two red dots were for the clothes.
Like a button.
it's beautiful.
Han Qi nodded with satisfaction, took out his phone and took a photo, preparing to post it on his Weibo.
"It's the first time in my life that I'm building a snowman. I feel so proud that I can't suppress it!"
(picture)
Then Han Qi discovered something was wrong.
Don’t I only have a few hundred thousand followers on my Weibo? Why did it suddenly reach 400,000? Did Wang Zheng buy my followers?
