Just as he thought, he became a painter directly after getting started with sketching, and he knew more techniques.
The profession given to Han Qi by the system is relatively general, but there are still some detailed changes when it comes to Han Qi. For example, calligrapher, although Han Qi can know many kinds of handwriting, the one he is most familiar with and proficient in is Zhao Ji's thin gold style.
The profession of painter is similar to calligraphy, and even more complicated. There are too many ideas and techniques, but when it comes to Han Qi, most of them can draw, and the ones who can draw well are still only considered proficient.
A few types.
Western classical oil paintings, sketches, Chinese meticulous paintings.
The system is still very close to reality. If Han Qi had studied painting since he was a child, he would probably have followed the path of classicism. He doesn't like modernism and impressionism very much, but he understands fine brushwork through memory, and Han Qi also likes it very much.
The sketch was probably given as a gift. Who said that his career as a painter was upgraded from sketching?
The sketch was drawn very quickly. Han Qi roughly sketched what he wanted to express on the piece of paper. Finally, he looked at it carefully and said with satisfaction: "It's done."
"Okay?" Trisette quickly jumped over and reached out to take the drawing in Han Qi's hand. "Let me take a look."
Han Qi quickly put his hands behind his back, shook his head and said, "No, I want to give this to you as a gift."
Trieste's bright eyes flashed slightly.
"The gift... okay, then I won't read it. Humph, who knows how good you are at painting."
"Don't worry." Han Qi said with a smile.
Halfway through the sketch, Han Qi remembered that Trieste's birthday was coming soon.
Oil painting is a bit time-consuming, but I still have two months left, enough to complete this work by myself.
Trister turned around and raised the corners of her mouth, obviously not as indifferent as she said. She remembered that she only casually mentioned her birthday during Christmas, but she didn't expect that Han Qi remembered it so clearly and even gave her a painting.
You little brat, you have a lot of heart.
Putting aside the feeling of missing his family in his mind, he took Han Qi and opened the door to the room.
Today's Norway is no longer ancient. Norwegians who do not have modern life also like to build their own secret small rooms in the mountains and forests, but at most they only have electricity to turn on the lights. But now the forest cabins have everything.
Coffee machine, heating, refrigerator, TV...
Just like a modern villa.
It just doesn't solve the problem of not having a network.
But obviously, Norwegians don't care about this. The two days of resting in the mountains and forests were originally meant to escape urban life. Without the Internet, it was just what they wanted. They could sit and watch the snowflakes falling in the mountains and forests, drink a cup of hot milk or coffee, and read an ordinary book.
There is no time to read books. This kind of life is what Norwegians want.
Han Qi also likes it very much.
There is a floor-to-ceiling window in the house that is nearly three meters high and two meters wide. After opening the curtains, you can see the small pond outside and enjoy the warm sunshine in winter. Han Qi's eyesight is now very good and she can still see.
The little animals jumping in the mountains and forests.
Inside the house, there was a lounge chair under the glass window. As soon as Han Qi entered the door, he sat on it and stopped moving, picking up a book at hand.
"My Struggle 1: My Father's Funeral"
I flipped through a few pages.
It seems to be an autobiography.
Unlike Han Qi who found a place to sit when he entered the house, Trisit went to the kitchen to take a look first, then took out the fresh vegetables she brought from her backpack, took off her coat, straightened her chest and pulled her hair into a ponytail.
The set of operations made Han Qi transfixed.
The feeling of being a good wife and mother.
This was the life I had in my dreams before, right?
I went home with my wife and sat on the sofa playing with my mobile phone. My wife put down the dishes she just bought and put on her apron to prepare for cooking... The difference is that maybe I never thought in my dreams that there would be such a beautiful house in front of me.
Nor is she my wife.
Trieste tied up her hair, picked up a pillow from the sofa and threw it towards Han Qi: "Where are you looking?"
Han Qi blocked it with both hands, then held it in his arms and said with a smile: "Of course it's up to you."
"Little pervert, stop sitting there. You feel tired after walking for so long. Are you a man? Get up and help me clean up the room."
She hasn't been back for two weeks. Some things in the house need to be changed and washed, and she also needs to check whether any small animals have escaped.
Han Qi got up helplessly and checked everywhere, and found some good news.
It's not that small animals have come in, but there doesn't seem to be anything to clean up in this house. Although Tristes said she hasn't been back for ten days and a half, these rooms are still as clean and tidy as new, with no dust at all.
The house has four bedrooms and a study room. There are many painting tools in the study room and there is a guitar hanging on the wall.
It seems that Trieste also studied art before.
In fact, it is not unusual for designers to draw several pictures no matter what direction they go.
Take the guitar off the hook.
Open the bag and take out the guitar inside.
This guitar is not bad, la-catedral, a top-notch handmade acoustic guitar, but Han Qi soon discovered that the guitar's tone was ridiculously off, and it seemed that no one had used it for a long time. That's right, Trieste herself doesn't know any musical instruments.
, or she doesn’t have any musical talent.
This should belong to her parents, or a previous boyfriend.
After hanging it up again, I turned around and saw Tristel leaning on the door.
"Don't you play it?"
"Now? Do you want to hear it?"
"I think...but let's have lunch first, and then you sing to me. I haven't heard you sing for a long time."
Han Qi nodded and said, "No problem."
Today's lunch was prepared by Trish, which included salad, milk white bread, cheese toast burger, and a tomato soup. It was very good, very Western-style, and even the vegetable salad was packed with salad dressing and melted cheese.
, the heat is overwhelming.
Han Qi was not afraid. He sat down and started eating the burger, and asked: "Miss Trieste, how do you keep in shape?"
"Stay in shape? Jog five kilometers every morning?"
"Five kilometers? Excuse me."
Han Qi can run five kilometers, but asking him to give up his sleep and go out for a run in the morning is, I'm sorry, impossible.
While eating, Han Qi wanted to take out his mobile phone and browse site B for a while. As soon as he turned on the mobile phone, he saw two missed calls. One was from a former classmate, and the other one was marked with the name Zhang Chi. He thought about it for a while before he remembered it.
Who is Zhang Chi?
That racing driver I met in Shanghai?
Has he finished racing?
Han Qi had made an appointment with him before. He said that the car was ready and he asked Han Qi to experience it. Han Qi also wondered if the other party would forget about him. After all, he couldn't help him, but today he suddenly saw this phone call.
.
It's very possible to let yourself drive a racing car.
I just wanted to call back, but couldn't get through. I saw that there was no signal at all.
