What we had was a very traditional European meal, one meat and two vegetables.
Meat refers to staple foods such as mutton, beef, pork, etc., and then there are two vegetables, broccoli and carrots.
Another thing that is not included in the meal is the cake made by Yuri's children. This cake is small and round, very cute when it is taken out of the oven, and you can tell it is delicious just by smelling the fragrance.
When it was brought to the table, it was also sprayed with a layer of fresh cream.
Yuri came down from upstairs, holding some pieces of rice paper, new brushes, ink and so on.
"This...you still have this?"
"What's wrong? Don't all Chinese people use this to write?"
Instead, she was surprised, leaving Han Qi speechless.
He walked up and looked at the pen. It was a fine wolf-hair pen that had never been used once. But there was no dust at all. The pen holder used to protect it was still shining. It could be seen that it had just been produced not long ago.
"Did you buy it at the market?"
"Yes, £200."
"..."
Han Qi couldn't say that it was too expensive for her, but the old lady was quite rich, and two hundred pounds should not be taken seriously by her.
But there is one thing Han Qi still has to explain.
"This is the pen used in ancient times in our country. It is the same as your quill pen. As times develop, we now also use fountain pens and signature pens. Even if you met me, if you were a Chinese, they would still
I don’t know how to write in this way.”
"I know it's an ancient pen, but don't you learn it? Why are you the only one who knows it?"
“It’s just hard to learn.”
Han Qi taught in school for a period of time when he was a child. Later, he didn’t know if it was too troublesome, so he canceled the course, and it has not been resumed until now. Therefore, many young people can’t write with a brush, or even how to hold a pen.
Know.
But calligraphy classes are really useless in modern courses.
But if English can be cancelled, then Han Qi will definitely be very happy.
Europe and the United States are like the same family, and Europe's land area is relatively small, and it is a place that has been occupied. Learn English, and it will be easier to work in other countries in the future. For example, Norway, Sweden, and Finland like to run around each other, and working abroad is like crossing a border.
It's like saving money.
But how big is China? It wasn’t colonized, and English is still compulsory?
Han Qi was thinking about this when he was studying.
You are a bad learner. If you can’t learn, you just like to think too much.
If English classes are changed into hobby classes, China should be able to produce many more artists.
Enough chatter, Han Qi is ready to write.
On a few pieces of paper, Yuri hoped that Han Qi could write the words "Museum of Ancient Greece" in Chinese characters.
With some ink on the rice paper, Han Qi put his pen down on the rice paper, turned his wrist, and wrote an ancient character in one stroke.
Ancient Greek museum.
When writing with a brush, the most beautiful thing is probably cursive writing. The strokes are connected like a painting, which has a great visual impact.
Yuri does not understand Chinese characters, but she is still good at appreciating paintings. Her husband is a painter.
"The writing is really beautiful. I made the right decision to ask you to write it. The Chinese characters I found using the computer are simple and have no aura at all."
"Thank you for the compliment." Han Qi smiled.
How fresh is it to compare the work of a professional calligrapher with the calligraphy on a computer? Anyone with normal abilities can tell that the calligraphy written by Han Qi is more beautiful and more energetic.
Yuri came outside the house with the spray paint, and then studied the words written by Han Qi carefully.
"Do you want to write on this? Let me help you."
"No, I want to draw it myself."
Yuri was very stubborn and insisted on writing the Chinese name of the museum himself.
Her daughter said: "Sir, you don't need to worry about her. Yuri likes to do all the things in the museum by himself, right, Yuri?"
"Yes, take back the mopping machine you bought!"
Han Qi reluctantly returned to the place where he was writing, picked up the pen, and continued writing on a new piece of rice paper.
Calligraphy skills were developed a long time ago.
It's very useful for signing autographs. Han Qi signed so many books on the day of the autograph session, but he still didn't feel any soreness in his wrist. It was a little uncomfortable, but after a good sleep, he was fine when he woke up the next day.
But Han Qi has never written with a brush, and he has never even bought a brush at home.
What he wrote was "Poetry of Mulan". This article had more than 300 words in total. Han Qi wrote it very quickly, from right to left, from top to bottom, and it just filled the entire rice paper.
The spacing between words is very reasonable, and it doesn't look crowded.
Outside, Yuri is still studying.
She used spray paint and only had one chance to write, but now she feels that except for the word "gu", the other words are more difficult than the last... It's amazing how the Chinese invented this kind of word.
Han Qi asked, but she was still unwilling to let Han Qi help.
Yuri first drew the word "Gu".
Yes, it’s not writing, it’s painting.
For Yuri, writing about Han Qi is equivalent to imitating Han Qi's paintings.
Her movements are very standard both vertically and horizontally. In other words, her arm control is very good and her hands are very steady. She doesn't look like an eighty-year-old body at all.
But if you want to use spray paint to write Chinese characters in cursive on the wall, many Chinese people will come, and there is no guarantee that they will pass it in one go without making mistakes.
So Han Qi re-wrote several standard block letters.
Now that's it, I told Yuri which stroke to draw first and which stroke to draw last, and then used a pen to mark the Chinese characters written on the rice paper in order 1234. It took a full two hours to do this.
good.
Yuri's clothes were all stained by paint, but she didn't seem to mind. She stood on the road with her head held high and her arms akimbo looking at her work.
Han Qi was watching too.
If he were asked to give an evaluation, he could only say... it's very neat, stroke by stroke.
Han Qi was surprised that an old foreign lady who didn't understand Chinese at all could do what she did now, so he took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the wall.
This wall is on the periphery of the yard. Those who drive by this road only need to turn their heads to see this white wall with many languages written on it. Han Qi is still too ignorant, he can identify which languages they are.
The words of the country, but the only ones I can understand are English and the Chinese I just wrote.
They all mean the Museum of Ancient Greece.
As for Norwegian, it’s not available here either.
Colorful walls, colorful language, and a museum represent a person's lifelong pursuit.
Han Qi couldn't help but think, if he gets old, should he open a museum like this? The location doesn't need to be very good, it doesn't matter even if it's in a second- or third-tier city, but the museum must face the highway so that people can come in and visit as soon as they park their cars.
.
But if I opened a museum, what would I put in it?
Clothes bought from various countries?
Forehead……
Thinking of this, Han Qi began to think about the possibility of going to the market to buy some antiques and take them back.
But I kept busy and had already edited a new Weibo post.
Han Qi, who loves traveling:
We arrived in Cornwall, England, which is located in the southwestern tip of England.
The British attitude to life that you have seen in London in the past does not apply to a place like this. There are cliffs that can communicate with the ancients, a purple forest that comes out of fairy tales, and an eighty-year-old 'girl' here.
I was lucky enough to stumble into this ancient Greek museum while wandering around the city of Truro, and made such a friend across all ages.
This wall is the most creative place I have ever seen in Truro. There are 15 languages on it. The Chinese on it was just painted by Yuri. The language is different and the color is different. Through my suggestions, our
Chinese characters are bright red.
Do you think I made a typo?
Not really.
Yuri doesn’t understand Chinese at all, so I provided the draft and she ‘drawn’ it on the wall herself.
Truro has a tall Gothic Revival Cathedral, the Truro Farmers Market full of traditional Cornish products, and tree-lined Victorian gardens, but none of these shocked me as much as this wall.
Here, at this moment, this wall is more brilliant than a rainbow.
Travel is a process of refreshing oneself into a blank sheet of paper and refilling the outside world with colors.
At this point, my drawing paper is filled with color.
………………
Driving away from Truro, we headed to a place that was infinitely higher in Han Qi’s heart.
St Ives.
Setting off in the afternoon, he met a girl in need of help on the road. Han Qi took her to Witconna, not far from St. Ives, and drove to her destination late at night.
The trip to St Ives started at a huge farm.
On the last stretch of road before entering the city, Han Qi saw a huge farm. On the right side of the road was a vast plain, but there were only a few horses running and playing on the grassland. On the left were a dozen houses in a row.
, I don’t know why there is a lot of red grass on the roof, and sparse green grass scattered irregularly like spots.
Every house is like this, and it also has a window.
greenhouse?
This word flashed through Han Qi's mind.
Along the way, the road is still the same, and the grassland on the right is still the same grassland, but the houses on the left have changed and slowly turned into residential houses. In fact, these houses are no more beautiful in shape than the self-built houses in the rural areas of our country.
, but fortunately the styles are different and not uniform.
Moreover, the homesteads in our country are all separated. Unless they belong to the same family, it is difficult for the houses to be connected together on the roadside.
The further you go in, the more exquisite the houses inside become.
Due to time constraints, there were no pedestrians on the road, but Han Qi saw a man wearing full equipment, riding a bicycle, panting and driving in front of Han Qi.
Brother is blocking the road.
The road is relatively narrow, just suitable for two cars to pass in opposite directions, but this bicycle is driving arrogantly in the middle of the road.
Suddenly the car shook greatly.
Han Qi immediately braked when he saw it, looked out of the car window and said, "Do you need help?"
"no."
Perhaps feeling a little embarrassed, he accelerated his bicycle speed and crossed the corner, disappearing from the road lens.
Han Qi saw the shadow of Zhang Shuhao in him.
It's not that the people look alike, but the way they ride their bikes is similar, the kind of look that they don't know how to ride but they have to go on the road.
Han Qi recalled it, got in the car and continued driving forward.
The road became wider and wider, and he encountered more and more crossroads. The roadside was full of cars. As he continued to move forward, he saw a hotel with lights still on. At the door of the hotel, he also saw a man lying on the ground.
bike.
There are so many things up there and they’re not locked?
The security here is also very good, right?
He found a place to park, and after entering, he saw the cyclist limping upstairs with his key card.
Do you want a reminder?
Forget it, maybe the security here is the same as that in small cities in Norway, and people don’t have to close the door when they go out during the day.
"Is there any room left?" Han Qi asked.
"some."
The young lady yawned and checked Han Qi in.
I finally came to St. Ives. Will I meet Vicky and Christina? It’s just been a day, they probably haven’t left yet. I came here from London to relax, so I think it’s not just
Play for two or three days and then go back.
Find your room and charge your phone.
After driving all afternoon, he was a little tired and fell asleep quickly.
The next day, Han Qi was awakened by shouts from downstairs.
I went over to open the window and looked out. A man who looked like he was in his teens was shouting: "Who stole my car!!!"
Was it really stolen?
Han Qi washed up, got dressed and went downstairs. The police chief was already here. He took a paper and pen and started investigating. However, judging from his expression, how could he find the thief and adjust the surveillance in this way?
When a theft occurred, Han Qi also came to his car, opened the front box and looked at the contents inside.
Fortunately, they are all here.
British cars do not have driving recorders, and almost all cars are not installed, so Han Qi could not help this person. He took out a SLR and a bottle of mineral water from the car, found the location of the seaside on the navigation, and was ready to go there
.
The city is all the same, and all the good aspects of St. Ives are placed on the seaside.
But he was quickly stopped by the police sergeant.
"Hello, did you walk into this hotel after him?"
Han Qi was stunned for a moment. This was the first time he encountered police questioning him abroad.
"Uh...yes."
"Are you alone? Do you have any companions?"
"No, I came alone."
The police sergeant registered the time Han Qi entered the hotel, and found that the interval was only two minutes, and Han Qi was still in the hotel and did not come out, so the suspicion was temporarily dispelled. However, even so, he still left his contact information.
The police chief did not embarrass Han Qi and spoke normally.
Being a police chief in such a tourist city is quite knowledgeable. He could tell the brand of Han Qi's clothes and the rental car was a sports car. He would definitely not steal a bicycle.
A person who comes to travel cannot steal a bicycle and ride it back, right?
Still a foreigner.
The young man was sitting on the grass outside the hotel, holding his helmet.
When I walked in, I realized that this man was not a teenager, but an adult, just a little short.
Now he didn't cry or shout, he just sat on the ground and sighed.
Han Qi bypassed the onlookers' morning jogging team and followed the navigation. While walking, he was still looking for angles to take pictures of the city's scenery.
It took me an hour to get to the place where I could see the ocean.
There are sections of beach here. The beach that Han Qi came to is the most famous one. It is crescent-shaped and has a small pier on the side that can accommodate twenty yachts at the same time.
There are so many people that it’s hard to tell who is a tourist and who is a local resident, because Han Qi didn’t see any large event venues on the way here. People in St. Ives who want to take a walk or have a party will probably go to the beach.
