Chapter 288 The eternal sun shines on the eternal city
Before formally painting, Han Qi is accustomed to making a rough draft with a sketch.
His painting skills were upgraded from sketching. For him, sketching is his old friend. He likes to draw two pictures of whatever he does. And it is easy to carry, just put it in a notebook bag.
Before he could start painting himself, Sir Contao called.
"Han Qi, I heard that you have returned to Rome?"
"Yes, I have never painted a self-portrait before, and suddenly it sounded like I was itchy, so I came back."
"That's a pity." Sir Contao sighed, "I have invited a lot of artists who want to meet you, and it seems that they are likely to come in vain."
"I'm sorry."
Han Qi didn't know that he specially invited some people because of himself, otherwise Han Qi would have come back a day late.
It always feels a bit rude now.
If those who want to get to know Han Qi come here, but find that they have gone to Rome alone during the day, they may not be able to get to know each other, and may instead offend some people... You can't tell this, there are so many petty people.
The old man said:
"You don't have to be sorry. I just told them that as an artist, inspiration is the most important thing, and they all understand it. One more thing, you are my guest when you come to Italy, so I will take care of all your consumption in Italy.
It’s covered.”
"..."
This is too polite.
How to pack it?
Han Qi refrained from asking, chatted casually for a few words and then hung up the phone.
He was still thinking about what the old man said about including consumption. Could it be that he would give me one million euros and put it on my bank card?
But then the hotel's phone rang, and the voice on the other side told Han Qi that no matter how long he stayed, his room charges would be treated as free of charge, which meant that Han Qi didn't have to spend anything to stay here.
It turns out this is free of charge.
He knows where I live?
After a while, Evelina also called and said, "Did Old Contao call you? He just asked me where you were, and I said you were inspired to go back to Rome."
"Nice job."
Han Qi gave her a thumbs up.
No wonder the old man is so reasonable. As an artist, it is normal for him to travel around when he is inspired. Everyone will be very tolerant, let alone Italy, which has a very strong artistic atmosphere.
"When did this happen?"
"Twenty minutes ago, I came out to get some fresh air and call you by the way."
"Okay, thank you."
After hanging up the phone, Han Qi was still amazed by the boss's connections.
In 20 minutes, I found out where I lived and got my purchases free of charge through some unknown means.
Is this a capitalist?
Han Qi couldn't even imagine this kind of energy.
Han Qi sat on the sofa and looked at the phone for about ten minutes. When the phone went completely silent, Han Qi breathed a sigh of relief and returned to his bedroom desk to start sketching.
How will I carry myself?
Han Qi recalled his appearance and quickly scribbled on the paper, but only more than a minute passed. Before the sketch was even drawn, Han Qi crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can.
What the hell, am I painting a portrait?
unlucky.
Opening his notebook, Han Qi searched for several well-known self-portraits. These painters expressed their expressions very well. They may not be as good as Han Qi in terms of color, but they are worthy of being masters in terms of painting skills. The more they look at it, the more they have an illusion, as if
People inside can speak at any time.
And very few people draw frontal half-length photos.
One painting after another, the trash can was quickly filled with waste paper.
He was never satisfied.
In fact, Han Qi has already realized that painting others and painting yourself are obviously two different concepts. It is obviously more difficult to paint a self-portrait for yourself than to paint it for others, and it is not generally difficult.
How many people can clearly understand their own?
When Han Qi observes a person, he can quickly start with some small movements to restore the person's demeanor and temperament on the drawing paper.
He had painted this kind of painting before and set up a stall to sell it to passers-by.
But now it's just a matter of complicating the simple sketch and expressing it with oil paintings. It's not as difficult as Han Qi thought at the beginning.
But now he has got into the trap. He doesn't care what it feels like to draw for others. He just wants to draw his own self-portrait... It's just a sketch or a sketch. It only takes a few minutes to complete one. It's impossible for me to do it tonight.
You can’t even complete a self-portrait, right?
At two o'clock in the morning, Han Qi, who had not rested all day, already had bloodshot eyes.
The last one was difficult to draw.
The trash can obviously couldn't bear so much garbage and was bulging, but there were still balls of scrapped manuscripts scattered around... As long as these scrapped manuscripts can be confirmed to be Han Qi's paintings, they can be sold at high prices in minutes.
.
So this is not waste paper, but individual banknotes.
No one is aware of this problem now.
This painting was finished. Han Qi put away his brush and stood up to take a closer look.
"Am I so proud?"
Han Qi looked at the painting and then took a look in the mirror.
The self in the mirror is a little haggard, but the features between the brows and eyes are very gentle, which should give people a peaceful impression. But the self in the painting is inexplicably arrogant. If I change my hairstyle, clothes, and have a cigarette in my mouth, then
It was pulled to no end.
Han Qi frowned, rubbed it, and threw it away.
"What the hell."
He painted all night, some were introverted, some were extroverted, some were laughing, and some were silent and depressed, but Han Qi was dissatisfied with all of them and felt that they were not the real him.
If he continues this, he will have a schizophrenia.
Call it a day and quit.
Han Qi angrily kicked away the paper ball blocking the road, washed up and went to sleep.
The next day, Han Qi stopped painting and planned to travel to some famous attractions in Rome.
After all, my stay in Italy will be relatively short, and I will be going to Norway to look at houses soon, so my time is still a bit tight. Today and tomorrow I will finish looking at the style of Rome, and then go to Florence to see it.
The impression that the city of Rome gave Han Qi was actually the Colosseum.
The same bus that goes to Cantao Wine Estate stops at the ancient Roman ruins.
This time, Han Qi didn't rely on others. He used his mobile phone's translator to guide him along the way. Ctrip's navigation was also very accurate in such a big city, and the bus routes were translated very accurately.
The ancient Roman ruins are a huge archaeological excavation area consisting of Roman temples, squares and government buildings. Most of the buildings that remain here have a history of more than 2,000 years and were the economic and political center of ancient Rome.
Rome was a once glorious civilization, but now it is just a city in Italy.
Han Qi came outside the ruins, looked at the dilapidated buildings inside, took a photo and posted it on Weibo.
"I don't understand the inheritance, but I'm curious why Italy doesn't use the name Rome. Personally, I think Rome sounds better and is more meaningful."
Han Qi walked inside while looking at his phone.
He also wanted to see what netizens would reply.
Apart from some meaningless replies, he soon saw something useful.
"The Italians of today are not the Romans of the past, so why do they name their country after Rome? Rome experienced too many wars in ancient times, just like our country's five chaotic times, and was finally unified by the current Italy."
"Europe can never be called unified."
"Speaking of Rome and Italy, brothers, do you know what country the original Persian Empire is now?"
He liked the explanation message and scrolled down, trying to find the question the person behind it said.
Han Qi was also curious about what country Persia is now.
But after reading a lot of posts, it seemed like this person just came out and asked without even thinking about explaining.
Han Qi had no choice but to find this message again and asked:
"What is it?"
Before the original owner spoke, someone saw Han Qi's reply and explained:
"Persia is now Iran."
"It's Iran."
Han Qi couldn't believe it. After searching on Baidu, he found that Persia was indeed the current Iran, and the main ethnic group was Persian. This country simply declined naturally.
What kind of revival is this?
He thought that among the overlord civilizations of the earth, China was already the worst, but now he found that the Persian Empire was even worse, and that such a powerful Persian Empire was now someone that everyone could bully. This was outrageous.
The place where the bus stopped was a bit far from the entrance, but we didn’t find it difficult to walk while we were chatting, and we arrived quickly.
The first impression that the ancient Roman ruins gave Han Qi was desolation.
It doesn’t seem that cold?
It's still summer, and the sun is scorching the ground. Although Italy's August is not as exaggerated as eggs being cooked on the ground, the strong ultraviolet rays are no weaker than those in China. Everything will be distorted after being exposed to the sun for a long time.
The architectural structures here are all exquisite and magnificent, but most of these buildings have become ruins. There is no building in the scenic spot that can block the sun. Visitors can only feel a short period of shade under these broken eaves.
Wait until it's not so hot, then continue browsing, and then find a place to hide from the sun.
Han Qi held an umbrella and walked in the "Eternal City".
You don’t need to deliberately experience it, just look at the dilapidated buildings, broken Roman columns, and the grand triumphal arch, and you will feel a deep and heavy historical atmosphere.
Very few countries in the world have this kind of background.
This is like an open-air history museum. You can appreciate the history of these cultural relics without any guide.
There is nothing modern in the entire site. Only some stairs were built in some places where walking is difficult to facilitate the passage of tourists. The other buildings basically remain the same...that is, they have not been repaired and have collapsed naturally.
This is also a characteristic of ancient Western architecture. They used stone to build their houses, while ancient Chinese used to use wood, so after thousands of years, people can still see what these buildings looked like at that time.
Although it is broken, what does it matter?
Standing in such a place, as long as you close your eyes, you can go back to Rome thousands of years ago.
Keep going forward, and when you reach the end, you can overlook the ancient Roman Colosseum at the foot of the mountain.
He picked up his SLR and took a photo of the Colosseum in the distance.
After standing there for a while, go back the way you came.
He sighed, turned around and walked back. The tourists around him rarely showed happy smiles, and many of them showed surprise and heavy expressions. Visiting such a scenic spot is like watching a heavy movie.
A good movie about the subject.
No one will laugh happily while watching a movie like this.
But I can't say this movie is bad.
This was the mood Han Qi felt when visiting this historic site.
On the way, he heard a couple talking in English next to him.
She looked to be about the same age as Han Qi, and her accent seemed to be American. The woman stood angrily under a pillar, folding her hands and complaining: "I agreed yesterday to bring an umbrella, or go up the mountain to see this ruins in the evening. You
Now tell me you forgot to bring an umbrella? If you didn’t bring an umbrella and you asked me to see the ruins at this time, do you want me to die in the sun?"
"I remember I brought it."
The young man looked confused. If he had known it, he would have checked it a few more times.
The girl snorted coldly: "I won't leave. I can't walk anymore. This is a shabby place, and you are not a good person."
Han Qi looked at the umbrella in his hand, then at them, hesitated, and then stepped forward to stop the man.
"Hey, I'll give you this umbrella. You have to be calm when traveling. You can't experience the beauty of traveling when you're angry."
"Ah? Thank you, thank you!"
The boy didn't realize what Han Qi said for a while, but he knew that a kind person was willing to lend him an umbrella.
This is an introverted American, probably a college student.
Han Qi also smiled at the girl and prepared to leave.
My girlfriend is quite beautiful and she travels across the country. She must be in a good relationship, right?
Just as he was thinking about it, the woman rushed up and wanted to hold Han Qi's arm, but Han Qi reacted quickly and avoided it, looking at the woman with puzzled eyes.
"Handsome guy, you must be a frequent traveler. Can you introduce this place to me?"
"what?"
He looked at the embarrassed man and the peaceful woman, then smiled, shook his head and said, "Don't involve me in your quarrel. I'm sorry, I have to go. I have to go down the mountain to watch the ancient Roman fight."
Where is the animal farm?"
Then he really left.
It is indeed a bit hot to walk here without an umbrella, because this ruins is on a mountain called Palatine Hill.
Walking through this ancient and dilapidated city, among the broken stones everywhere, you can still see many green gardens, and you can feel the prosperity of an ancient city two thousand years ago. Nowadays, many birds live in it, and they are not afraid
Man, the chirping of birds is very sweet.
There was no umbrella. Like other tourists, Han Qi was tired from the sun, so she went to hide under the wall of the building for a while.
Close your eyes and a vivid city comes alive in your heart.
The tourists coming and going were the residents of Rome. They walked barefoot on the stone roads and talked softly.
Someone was squatting in the corner and shouting. There was a lot of pottery on display. The girls wore wreaths on their heads that had just been made from the garden and walked through the street in light clothes, attracting the attention of a large number of men.
Open your eyes.
The dazzling sunlight suddenly shone in Han Qi's eyes, causing him to take two steps back and return to the shadows.
He looked up at the horizon.
The eternal sun always shines on this eternal city, telling people the history of this city two thousand years ago. People who once lived in this city are bathing in the same sunshine as modern tourists, listening to the language of the sun, and appreciating the same
scenery.
Going back to the previous question, why is Italy not called Rome?
When people stand here, stand where the ancients stood, look at the sun from the same angle, listen to the same sounds, appreciate the same scenery, and think about the same problems, this is a kind of inheritance.
