I have a relaxed personality here. I haven't loved anything else since I was a child, just for the sake of face.
No matter how difficult it was before, he would go to the masters and friends alone to borrow money, just to maintain a good image in front of fans. What would they think if he asked fans for money now?
Is Zhang Chi doing so poorly?
Are you actually asking fans for money?
Zhang Chi said righteously: "I won't go."
They said they wouldn't go, but there really was no other way. They found an Internet cafe on the road and started choosing suitable variety shows. Fortunately, now that the Internet has developed, there are quite a lot of variety shows for them to choose from, at least
The registration conditions are met.
"Millionaire? This one won't work. It's better to be a top student." Sun Yuqiang clicked on the next one with the mouse.
"I wish you sixty seconds to realize your dream and feel okay."
"Save it." Zhang Chi said.
Sun Yuqiang nodded and left the registration method for this variety show, and then the two of them continued to watch the next variety show.
"On a song-seeking journey, you have to sing, right? Next." Sun Yuqiang continued to turn the pages.
"Wait a minute!!!" Zhang Chi suddenly shouted.
Sun Yuqiang was sitting next to him. Zhang Chi's shout made Sun Yuqiang startled, and he quickly got down from his chair and looked at him.
Sounds were also heard from other places.
"Shout whatever you want! You shouted back the myth of labor and capital!"
"Can you please keep your voice down?"
"Let's get to know this beautiful lady... Damn it!!"
Zhang Chi ignored these people and slowly raised his head: "I know this person, I have seen him."
Sun Yuqiang looked at the computer screen.
"I know him too, isn't this Han Qi?"
"You know him?"
"Who doesn't know you?" Sun Yuqiang sat on the edge of Zhang Chi's chair again and said:
"I used to sing on the streets when I was not popular. I was known as the voice kissed by God. Then I suddenly stopped singing and started to work as a travel blogger. Several travel videos were very popular. I also worked part-time as an architect for a while in a foreign country.
I built a beautiful garden.”
"Ah?" Zhang Chi didn't understand.
Are these things you are talking about the same person?
But this is not the point. The point is, does he have money?
"Does he have money?" Zhang Chi asked at the beginning.
"I guess so. I heard that he got tens of millions in design fees for the buildings he built abroad. The songs he released in three months are also very popular. Now they are number one or two on the new song charts. Do you really know him?
?" Sun Yuqiang asked, and then said with some excitement, "My wife is his fan."
Zhang Chi looked at him with disdain: "You too, right?"
"It's not important."
Zhang Chi agreed with what he said. None of this mattered. What mattered was whether Han Qi would sponsor him?
He thought about the day he met Han Qi, when he soiled his clothes, but the man was not angry at all. He even came to his hearing and said he was very interested in racing. What did he say in the end?
Memories came back like a flood, and Zhang Chi remembered the words he had left aside without caring.
'Then it's settled, if you have any problems with racing, just come to me. Although I may not be as good at driving as you, I know a lot about this.'
If you have any difficulty, find him.
Don't know if it's true.
Give me a call and ask.
Zhang Chi knew that he was seeking medical attention because of his illness, but if he had the opportunity, he would not choose to take action against his fans. He did not want the fans who liked him at the beginning to know that he was in such a miserable state now.
"I'll give him a call." Zhang Chi said as he took out his cell phone.
Sun Yuqiang looked expectantly.
"Hello, the number you dialed is not on the server... beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep."
"How is it?" Sun Yuqiang asked.
"Not on the server."
Probably because he was blocked, Zhang Chi sighed inwardly and turned off his phone.
"Let's watch some variety show."
…………
Han Qi didn't set any blacklist settings, and he was really not on the server.
His phone has international service and he can receive calls in any country. If someone Han Qi saved on his phone cannot get through to him, there must be other reasons, such as being in the mountains.
At Trieste's invitation, Han Qi started climbing the mountain with her on the second day after arriving in Oslo. Trieste's house was built on the mountainside, but it still took nearly four hours to reach the mountain road. There were also encounters on the way.
When it comes to other people, they seem to live further away than Trieste's house.
Oh my God, this is a mountainous road that can't be driven for several hours.
Walking this way home once a year and a half is not enough, but the truth is that Norwegians come to their other home built in the mountains almost every time they have a break.
Too tired.
But Han Qi soon forgot about being tired.
No wonder they like to build their houses on mountain roads, the scenery is indeed very good.
Trieste's house is built on the mountainside. When you leave the road that continues up the mountain, you can see a pond of only more than 20 square meters. The house is built on the edge of the pond.
Trieste walked in front holding a hiking stick. After seeing the house, she brushed her hair with her hands and said proudly: "This is my home. Doesn't it look good?"
"nice."
The surrounding wood has been cut down, there is plenty of sunshine, and the water surface is very clean. A stream of water flows down the mountain along the edge of the pool, and the snow water from the melted ice and snow on the mountain has also been flowing into the pool.
The pond was always exposed to the sun and was not frozen, but the slope behind the house was covered with dry snow, which looked like it could not be accumulated in a short time.
The house is reflected on the water, and the two are perfectly combined, as if the house in the water is the basement of the house in reality. Coupled with the sun in the sky, which brings warmth to the cold world, a small, isolated world is formed.
A beautiful oil painting,
Trieste was also very proud: "Of course, our family has been practicing together for a long time..."
Her voice lowered as she spoke, probably thinking of her deceased parents again.
Han Qi looked at her and wanted to comfort her, but suddenly thought of a good idea and said, "Can you stand in front of the house? I want to give you a painting."
"Painting? Okay."
Trieste knew about Han Qi's painting ability. She had seen Han Qi draw engineering drawings and concept drawings at extremely fast speeds. She had a strong foundation in sketching, but she didn't know how to draw people. But thinking about it,
Trieste stood in front of the house obediently, watching Han Qi's movements curiously.
"How about I stand like this?"
"Can."
Han Qi quickly took out a pen and paper from his backpack.
The environment here is not suitable for painting anything too complicated. Han Qi just sketched the outline. After returning to Oslo and getting the tools, Han Qi planned to turn the inspiration he got here today into an oil painting.
Trieste's expression now is a bit funny, but Han Qi just wanted to record her appearance.
Han Qi had already thought about the expression on his face, and used Tristes to think of his family, the moment when his expression changed from happiness to sadness.
