"Signal, do you want to make a call? I have a satellite phone here."
Triest stood up to get Han Qi's phone, but was stopped by Han Qi.
"Forget it, it's already night in our country, let's fight again when we go down the mountain tomorrow."
Han Qi was a little excited when he thought that he would have the opportunity to touch a real racing car, but he also knew that this matter could not be rushed for a while, and there was a big time difference between Norway and China, so he didn't bother Trieste.
, I will contact Zhang Chi when I get down the mountain tomorrow.
After lunch, it was time for Han Qi’s fika.
Fika is not an English word, nor a Norwegian word, but the meaning of 'morning tea' or 'afternoon tea' in Swedish, but it does not mean it. This is what Han Qi learned from a Swede while traveling in northern Norway.
Habit.
To put it bluntly, without fika, Han Qi always felt that she would become negative during the long polar night.
Habits are actually formed very quickly. If you start preparing a cup of coffee or hot milk every day after lunch for half a month, then this thing will be like a biological clock, reminding you every afternoon.
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'Hey, let's do the egg-making work, let's drink tea first.'
So Han Qi sat on the lounge chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a cup of coffee and reading the book "Mein Struggle" that he had put down before.
Trieste finished clearing the tableware, went to the study, took painting tools and guitar, sat in the living room, and said to Han Qi: "Do you know? You look like a noble gentleman now."
Han Qi looked at the book without looking back. He put the cup on the table and said, "Master is in a good mood today. By the way, the coffee is very good."
Trieste said nothing, mixing paints, and occasionally glanced at Han Qi, who was shaking his seat and looking seriously at the book in his hand.
It's really great to get to know him, Trieste looked at Han Qi tenderly, thinking silently in her heart.
Last year was the most unforgettable year in her life. At the beginning of the year, her parents died in a car accident, and then she broke up with her boyfriend, who she had known for almost ten years... Although they had been strangers for a long time, Cui finally got the news.
Sette was heartbroken.
The turnaround will come in the second half of the year.
After getting to know Han Qi, I gradually discovered his excellence.
This feeling is like picking up a small stone that only you like on the beach, only to find out one day that this small stone is actually a priceless gem.
But my mother doesn’t like Huaxia. Well, what should I do?
Han Qi didn't know that the woman around him was thinking so much. He was currently concentrating on reading.
He couldn't remember how long it had been since he sat and read like this, and it was quiet around him. There were only a few faint sounds from Tristes while she was drawing, and the sound of herself turning the pages of the book. The sunlight outside the window happened to shine in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. This kind of
The heat from the sun seems to be warmer than the heater in the room.
Mein Kampf 1 tells the story of Norwegian writer Carl Ove Knausgård, and is his autobiography.
But unlike other autobiographies, this book contains the most exquisite details, as well as the sadness that makes people immersed in the book. The author is not afraid to talk about the anxieties that everyone has, nor is he worried about his own naivety and embarrassment.
The daily life inside is very vivid, straightforward and touching.
Trieste started writing slowly, and the draft of the painting was almost finished.
What she painted was Han Qi sitting on a recliner and reading a book. The specific details cannot be seen on the canvas now, but the picture already exists in Trieste's mind. Han Qi's eyes are looking at the book, and his expression is calm and serious.
, the background is the small pond and the sun outside the glass window.
She had already thought of a name, and it was called Lonely Man.
She knew that Han Qi had an optimistic personality and liked to travel, but maybe she thought too much and always felt that there was a gap between Han Qi and reality.
Trieste decided to draw Han Qi in her heart.
Time passed quickly, the shadows in the room gradually tilted, and finally the sky turned orange-red.
It's dusk.
Trieste put the painting away carefully. This painting must not be seen by Han Qi.
Han Qi wants to use a painting he created as a birthday gift to himself, so he will keep this painting. When Han Qi's birthday comes, he will give this painting to him. They are all oil paintings.
Sometimes we compete to see who can draw better.
Trieste's eyes were bent with laughter.
He turned on the light for Han Qi, who was still reading, and walked into the kitchen to make dinner.
It was difficult to read in the dusk light. Han Qi had long since recovered from being addicted to reading and just wanted to continue reading this chapter.
What a good book... Han Qi stretched out.
He rarely reads physical books. When he suddenly saw this book today, it really inspired a lot of desire to read. Fortunately, he was in a mountain forest without the Internet, otherwise he would not have been able to maintain it for such a long time as he had never had the habit of reading.
Reading status.
She picked up the guitar that Trisit had taken out, played it once, and slowly tuned it.
Tuning this kind of guitar that has been idle for a long time is a very arduous project. For people like Han Qi who have a good sense of sound, it is better. Otherwise, you have to use software or a piano to compare, strum the strings, and tune the tune until the tuning is perfect.
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Fifteen minutes later, Trieste came out with a plate and went to the refrigerator to get milk.
Han Qi put down his guitar and said: "The electricity is connected, but there is no communication tower built yet."
"There used to be one, but I don't know why it fell down." Trieste explained, "It would cost a lot of money to reestablish it, so we didn't do it. Anyway, we don't come back to live often."
Han Qi looked at the scenery outside the window and said, "If it were me, I would definitely choose to live here permanently. The scenery is so beautiful."
Trieste said she was used to it.
The meal was finished quickly. Western food was not as troublesome as Chinese food. Trieste packed the plates into the kitchen without even washing them. She rubbed her hands and ran out. She pointed at the guitar and said, "It's time to sing, it's time to sing."
Singing!!”
She often heard Han Qi singing when he lived at her house. Yesterday, she also asked Han Qi to sing two songs, but she was obviously not satisfied.
Anyone who likes to listen to music will never reject Han Qi’s singing voice.
"Don't worry." Han Qi looked at the room and said, "Let's go outside."
After walking out of the warm room, the temperature dropped so quickly that Han Qi got goosebumps all over his body and sneezed hard.
But the scenery outside the house was worthy of Han Qi's admiration despite the cold wind, not to mention that he just felt uncomfortable coming out of a warm house. Now he felt much better after sneezing.
The pond in front of the house is completely different from the scenery during the day. In other words, the pond is just a mirror that preserves the warm sunshine during the day and the boundless starry sky at night.
Trieste sat down on the snowdrift on one side and looked at Han Qi: "What do you want to sing?"
Han Qi was also thinking about it, and finally decided not to waste the current situation and directly used an exchange coupon.
Better scenes can definitely lead to better songs, Han Qi firmly believes in this.
【Are you sure to use the finished song coupon? 】
"Sure."
A new song soon appeared in Han Qi's mind.
English song?
Han Qi quickly recalled the song, which contained stars, flowers...
It seems to be commemorating a certain painter... but with a slight change of the lyrics, it is quite suitable for today.
Han Qi glanced at Tristel.
"What are you looking at me for? Sing quickly."
"Okay." Han Qi sat down next to her and touched the head of the piano with his left hand.
"This song is called trista."
When Trisit heard her name, it took her two seconds to react.
