I bought my ticket and walked towards the platform. Inside the main entrance was the escalator leading to the underground subway. Maybe a subway was arriving at the station, and a lot of people came up from below.
The two of them carried too many things and had a hard time walking down against the flow of people.
There are some benches along the aisles on both sides of the escalator, and passengers who have already got off the train sit quietly on them waiting for the train.
There are many ways to kill time. Some people are reading books seriously, some are concentrating on flipping through some documents, and some are leisurely playing with mobile phones or game consoles, which is in contrast to the hurried passengers.
It would be great to read in such an environment, Han Qi thought.
He used to have a hard time concentrating on things. It was like this when he was in school. Now that he has begun to gain literary talent and started writing books, it's the same.
But he has a good idea, which is to go to a coffee shop or search for white noise on the computer.
Although this train station is a bit noisy, strictly speaking, it is also a kind of white noise. Reading or creating in such an environment will make you more concentrated, which is very beneficial for reading and writing.
Han Qi and Kerry came down and found a bench to sit down.
For Han Qi, the way to spend time is different again.
He was looking at this century-old building.
A hundred years ago, there was no such thing as a train in China. At that time, the rulers classified any new things as exotic skills. Even if they built train tracks and bought trains, they would only use human power to push and pull them, without using steam or electricity.
While looking at the details of the building, Han Qi thought about the current situation of his motherland.
Fortunately, they were not allowed to continue to rule, otherwise who knows what it would be like now.
Those who got out of the train all walked up the stairs, and the rest were sitting on chairs waiting for the next train to leave. The surroundings were relatively quiet, except for the upstairs hall, which was still a little noisy.
Han Qi stood up and said to Kerry, "I'll go shopping by myself for a while."
Kerry looked at the newspaper provided at the subway station, nodded and said, "Well, you go ahead. I'll call you when the bus comes."
Everyone was sitting, but Han Qi was walking around alone, looking at the ceiling and sometimes at the hanging window in the distance.
But no one was bothered. Han Qi was obviously admiring the train station, and many Finns felt very proud. When Han Qi noticed their eyes looking over, many people even smiled at Han Qi.
Although Han Qi was the only one walking, in fact he didn't feel out of place at all.
I am just appreciating the history of this train station, and I am not fundamentally different from those who read books and newspapers.
He felt that in such a long-standing city, there should always be many people who know how to appreciate beauty, reading quietly in a corner, without arguing with others, and appreciating the history of the city, and this train station may be the best place.
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Norway
Trieste brought Han Qi's paintings to Bergen. It was time to get off work. She took the painting tube without going back. She drove to a gallery she had made an appointment online, which provided mounting services for oil paintings.
"My name is Trieste, and I had an appointment with Miss Dale yesterday."
The front desk checked the information and said: "Is it framed? There is a lounge on the right side of the corridor. You go in and sit down first. I will inform Del for you. Do you want anything to drink?"
"No thank you."
Trieste walked to the lounge and sat down, looking at the decoration in the room.
It is indeed the best gallery in Bergen. The decoration materials are too exquisite, right?
After being praised by a group of friends, Trieste finally did not find a small framer in Oslo to further process Han Qi's painting. Instead, she prepared to spend a lot of money to go to the best gallery in Bergen to have the oil painting processed.
Framed.
Perhaps this painting can be left to future generations.
He was not surprised at the skills displayed by Han Qi. He seemed to think that Han Qi was already so good, with good design and professional painting. So who knew that Han Qi would not become a great designer or painter in the future?
Dale walked in a few minutes later.
Dale is a woman who is almost forty years old, but she looks very young. People would believe her if she said she was in her twenties or thirties, completely shattering some people's rumors that European women age quickly.
"Hello, are you Trieste?"
"Yes, I am Triste Uri, and this is a painting." Triste took out the oil painting from the painting tube.
Dale is much more professional and always wears white gloves on her hands.
When Dell unfolded this painting, like many people, the first thing he noticed was the color. It seemed that the whole room had been black and white before, and the colors on this painting embellished the black and white, making people's impression
profound.
Before she could see what the painting looked like, a word appeared in Dale's mind.
Impressionism?
But after seeing the painting, she understood that this was not Impressionism, it was obviously Classicism.
"This painter is quite retro." She admired.
Then she realized a problem, looked up at Tristel, and then looked down at the painting... This was the same person. Could it be that this painting was given to this girl by a painter?
"This is……"
Trieste smiled and said: "That's me on the painting. A friend just gave it to me for my birthday a few days ago. I want to frame it and keep it."
Del thought to herself...Friend? Boyfriend. This painting is really full of love. If you can't see it, it has blinded my appreciation for so many years. But using painting to express my love is so romantic.
, I don’t know what the relationship between these two people is now.
"It's time to collect it carefully. Can I ask who this painter is?"
"Han Qi, he is from China."
"Chinese?" Dale was a little surprised.
She has no discrimination against China, and even many of her friends in the industry are from China. However, he did not see any trace of China in this painting. Before, he always thought it was a well-known European painter.
Del asked someone to take the painting to her studio, then sent Tristel out and said:
"Mr. Han's paintings already have their own style, integrating the essence of impressionism into classical school. I like his paintings very much. If possible, I would like to know his contact information from you. Our gallery hopes to collect his paintings.
work."
Trieste thought this should be a good thing, but she didn’t directly give them Han Qi’s phone number.
"I will call him when I get home. I will help you talk to him then, but I can't guarantee the details. I will give you news as soon as there is news."
"Thank you so much."
After sending Trieste out, she returned to the workroom and looked at the picture carefully under the soft light.
I really can’t believe that this is the work of a Chinese painter. It seems that my news has been out of date since I haven’t gone out for a long time. Once I finish mounting this painting, I will call an old friend and ask her. See if she knows.
I didn't know that such an outstanding painter had appeared in my motherland.
