Han Qi played the intro once, then played it again and stopped.
Trieste listened carefully and thought the intro was beautiful, but you can't always play the intro, sing it for me... She pushed Han Qi.
"Right away, right away."
Some lyrics in the song have to be changed, because this is originally a song in memory of Van Gogh. The original name of the song is "vincent". If you change it, the changes in the second half of the lyrics will be a bit big. Han Qi is thinking about how to change it now.
Woolen cloth.
However, Han Qi no longer played the intro all the time, but played the entire song together, just without singing.
Trieste stopped urging her, and it felt good to see Han Qi thinking deeply.
She first noticed Han Qi because Han Qi's temperament was different from that of ordinary Orientals. Especially when he smiled, he felt like his whole body was shining. And now it's easy to think seriously about something.
Intoxicating.
He should be very popular, right? How many people like you... Tristel secretly thought.
"Okay." Han Qi said suddenly, and then said to Trieste beside him: "I'm going to sing, by the way, record it for me."
"Okay...were you writing lyrics just now?"
"certainly."
"Oh my God, you didn't start writing this song after dinner, did you? It's only been a few minutes..."
"Of course not. The music has been written for a long time, but the lyrics have just been written."
Han Qi deliberately made the time a little longer, but even so, it is a sensational thing, but the reality is here, Trieste can't help but believe it, she just doesn't know the lyrics.
But Han Qi sings so well, the music is so beautiful, and no matter how good he is at writing lyrics...is he still a human being?
And she always felt that Han Qi's main job was an architectural designer. After all, the thing the two of them communicated with most was architectural design. Han Qi also won the bid for a large public building in Norway. This project had no chance for his company and was abandoned directly.
Lose.
Trieste sat down opposite Han Qi, held up her mobile phone and said, "Sing it."
Han Qi nodded.
"starry, starry night(starry night)."
"Let the blues and grays in that palette shine."
"You look at the summer day."
"With eyes that can see through the darkness deep in my soul"
"..."
Tris couldn't hold the phone steady and was trembling all the time. Although she was smiling all the time, her eyes gradually became moist.
He understands me very well.
You must have seen my paintings in the study. You can see so many things from my paintings, it’s amazing.
Her eyes are so gentle when she sings.
I really want to ignore everything and fall in love with him.
But I'm so much older than him, and I said that back then...
“A starry night”
"The red flowers are burning brightly"
"The clouds spread like violets in bloom"
"All this is reflected in Trieste's blue eyes"
Trieste felt that she had never been so moved before. Every lyric written by Han Qi reached her heart. He knew my loneliness and my anxiety, and would comfort me and write songs for me. Such a boy
Why didn't I meet him a few years earlier?
When Han Qi put down his guitar, Triest also put down her phone.
"How is it?" Han Qi asked.
After redeeming several songs from the system, Han Qi changed the lyrics for the first time, but he didn’t know how the effect would be.
When singing, he didn't think about whether his singing was good or not. He just fell into the artistic conception of the song he constructed. This is an advantage and can make the song more infectious. But sometimes it is also a disadvantage. This should be part of the singer's talent.
, Han Qi couldn’t take the initiative to refuse.
"Very good, I'm very happy."
Trieste came up and held Han Qi's face. The tears in her eyes flowed out due to the change in gravity and turned into a tear trail, making the usually strong female man feel a little weak. Then, in Han Qi's surprised expression, she
He directly pressed on Han Qi and kissed her.
From the moment Trieste's hand touched his face, Han Qi knew that something might happen... But it was too ridiculous. There was snow everywhere and it was very cold.
Han Qi was originally sitting, but now he fell uncontrollably on the snow behind him.
Putting aside the guitar, Han Qi turned over with Tristel in his arms and pressed Tristel's forehead.
"It's too cold..."
"Come in!"
………………………
Back in downtown Oslo, Trieste was working on the computer at home, while Han Qi was playing with his phone and looking at the news of the past few days.
Sometimes Han Qi envies the Nordic work system. Whether he is a civil servant or any other profession, it is too easy. The working hours are flexible. Han Qi did not expect that Trister's company does not require punching in, and you can even work from home.
.
But when I thought that I didn't have to go to work, why bother about this, I felt relieved.
As soon as he graduated, he went out to sing and travel, and he didn't realize the pain of going to work at all.
"Lots of phone calls!"
I only had one phone number for a long time, but now I only have this number after I stayed there for two days?
There was a call from Zhang Chi, a call from a classmate, two calls from my mother, and then a bunch of calls from Ingrid.
Ingrid…
Han Qi admitted that she has grown up in her own sense of aesthetics, and there are very few people who are prettier than her in the European and American movies she often watches, but these are not reasons to hurt a little girl. She has just turned 17 and is not an adult.
, and didn’t go to college either.
I guess I found that I couldn't get through to my phone yesterday, so I kept calling.
I sent her a message back and then called Zhang Chi's number.
Car racing should attract you a little more.
It is now seven o'clock in the afternoon in China, and Zhang Chi has just had dinner.
He and his navigator Sun Yuqiang have decided to participate in a dream-fulfilling variety show in five days and go on stage to solicit sponsorship. Even if the people present do not sponsor him, at least there will be so many fans.
When the time comes, we can raise funds through crowdfunding, and maybe we can build a better racing car.
While the wind was blowing on the roof, the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Zhang Chi? I'm Han Qi, do you remember? You called me yesterday."
"Oh oh oh, of course I remember." Zhang Chi was so happy that he smiled. It turned out that this person didn't block him, "Oh, why didn't I expect that you were actually a big star? Your songs are my favorite
I’ve really listened to it dozens of times in the past few days.”
He didn't say anything at all. He had listened to Han Qi's song "Once Upon a Time" dozens of times.
"I'm not a big star. You were much more famous than me back then... Let's stop flattering each other. I had no signal in the mountains yesterday. I called you as soon as I got off the mountain today. Is there something wrong with you?
"
"It's hard to explain. I didn't expect that I would have to prepare so many things after my comeback. I just wanted to ask if you would sponsor me?"
