The room is very quiet. The top-level hotel suites are large in size. Several rooms and well-insulated partition materials perfectly isolate all sounds from the outside world.
It was raining heavily outside, and the sound of rain could only be heard occasionally in the room.
Han Qi was writing furiously in his bedroom, next to a cup of coffee that had already cooled down.
Not writing a book, but painting.
He figured out how to describe himself.
On the drawing paper, a handsome boy stood sideways, holding a camera in his hand, taking pictures of the distance in a very professional posture.
From the exposed face, it can still be seen that this person is Han Qi himself.
But what is in the distance?
have no idea.
Han Qi didn't know what to draw. There might be a bustling market in front of him, there might be a majestic canyon, a deep woodland, an erupting volcano, a tornado that is getting violent, a melting glacier...
Who knows when a traveler will raise his camera?
He has been creating the details of the painting for an hour, perfecting the specific clothing of the characters in the painting, the curvature of the corners of the mouth, and the surrounding scenery.
Of course, there must be a blank space at the front, which can give the audience room to imagine.
His sketching speed is very fast, let alone an hour. Normally, it takes twenty minutes to complete a very complex painting. Now it takes an hour to express this painting, which is no longer a draft.
A highly finished work of art.
Of course, for the sake of influence and stronger expressive ability, Han Qi still wants to express it in oil paintings.
He looked at the handsome man in the painting, who looked like a fearless explorer, and couldn't help but admire him.
"It turns out this is the real me."
After carefully kissing the painting, Han Qi put it in the middle of the book and used it to complete an oil painting when he got home.
He had a hunch that when this self-portrait of his was completed, the previous self-portraits of Van Gogh and Da Vinci would be inferior. Not to mention Han Qi's colors that no one could imitate so far, the picture expressed in this painting would be...
Hundreds of times cooler than traditional self-portraits.
This is what contemporary young people think.
I glanced at my phone.
Ingrid did not send a new message. He knew that Ingrid must be attending the banquet at the moment, so he did not send a video to share his excitement with her at the moment. He just said it through text and said goodbye.
Good night, sweet dreams, tomorrow will definitely be more exciting.
………………
Sleep until you wake up naturally.
Today's Rome is a little cooler than in the past few days. The heavy rain last night took away a lot of the temperature left by the sun in the city. It is estimated that it will take a few days to rise above 30 degrees again.
Anyway, it's relatively cool today.
Han Qi got on the bus to Kangtao Winery.
Following the news announced by the media yesterday, Contao red wine has been rising at a speed visible to the naked eye. However, the Italians did not feel that Contao Winery was not authentic because of this. Instead, they were very happy.
There were a lot more people on the bus today, some of them wearing red hats and holding bottles of wine they bought somewhere.
Some went to have a picnic in the countryside there, and the other half went to visit the winery.
Part of the production area of the winery is allowed to be visited. Of course, some enthusiastic fans posted this on the Internet, so a new group of "very enthusiastic new fans" began to visit the manor without hesitation.
To be honest, even if the rain last night hasn't stopped yet, it probably won't dampen their enthusiasm.
He found a seat by the window and listened to music with headphones.
The bus stopped and went, and it took almost an hour before it stopped.
In front of you is a familiar small market.
Just in front of this market is a very spectacular wine estate. This is a place that Han Qi envies no matter how many times he sees it. He also wants to own such a big house and build countless buildings that he likes inside.
And you can also pick up your own horse from the grassland.
It's been a long time since I've seen the Jade Lion. Does she still remember herself?
After getting off the car, Han Qi walked to the main entrance of the manor and rang the doorbell.
Soon someone came to open the door and recognized Han Qi immediately after seeing him. After all, they had been in contact with Han Qi, an Asian, in the past few days. Regardless of face blindness or not, it was impossible to forget Han Qi.
That kind of self-confidence that seems to be innate.
"Is it Mr. Han Qi?"
"Yes, please tell me Sir Condor that I am coming."
"Please come in first."
The waiter brought Han Qi into the villa and sat in a room full of books.
"You take a rest first. I'm going to inform Sir. He will definitely be very happy if he knows you are here. What drink would you like?"
"Just a cup of mocha."
Han Qi sat down on one of the sofas.
The person who brought Han Qi in nodded and stepped out.
Han Qi looked around this room. As a study room, this room is very large. Han Qi's own study room is only a dozen square meters, but this room is more than thirty square meters. Even the bookcases need to be specially made.
It is impossible to have a home bookcase of this size on the market.
He stood up, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the gardener outside trimming the garden, and then went around the study to read books.
Fortunately, only a few of the books are in Italian, and most of them are in English.
He found a movie "For Whom the Bell Tolls" and sat on the sofa to watch it. A nanny came in and handed Han Qi a cup of fragrant mocha coffee from a tray.
Han Qi glanced at it and then looked at the book again.
This is a masterpiece by Hemingway. It is based on the American participation in the Spanish Anti-Japanese War and is one of his masterpieces.
Han Qi had heard of this book before, but had never read it.
Sir Kangtao also cared about Han Qi as an artist, and soon walked in with his civilized stick in his hand, and saw Han Qi sitting on the sofa, reading a book carefully.
"Does Mr. Han Qi also like reading?"
Han Qi looked up, then closed the book and stood up and said: "If I have free time, I still like reading, but I rarely have free time. To be honest, I haven't been in the study room at home for a long time. The books in it
I haven’t even seen a tenth of it.”
Sir Kantao laughed loudly and pointed in a circle: "I'll be honest with you, I haven't read any of the books in this place. The reason for building this place is just to have a place to meet guests.
"
"Oh?" Han Qi was a little surprised, "These books look like they are often read."
"It's my family. They often come here to read."
"I see."
After a few pleasantries, Sir Kang Tao asked a question: "I guess Mr. Han Qi has found the inspiration he wants."
"Indeed, just when I was traveling in the city of Rome."
However, Sir Kang Tao understood that the inspiration was for his paintings, while Han Qi was talking about the inspiration for his own paintings. He finally found how to outline his ideas on a flat surface and implemented it perfectly.
