Then, perhaps after regaining consciousness, Walter pushed Han Qi away, ran to the side and vomited.
It was so exciting and so tense.
Although he was very good at skateboarding in the past and had won awards, he had never driven a car so fast. Although it was a two-wheeled sport, there was still a big difference between a racing car and a skateboard. Now Walt always felt that
My mind is very confused and dizzy.
Did I really do that operation just now?
It's not a dream, right?
Han Qi came over, patted him on the back and asked, "Are you feeling better?"
"It's better. I just saw a biplane in the sky. Is it Sean?"
"Well, it's him. I just don't know where he has gone now. Maybe we can go back to the hospital to have a look. Otherwise, I don't know. Can we call a few more times to check?"
Walter found a phone and called.
"Still powered off."
Han Qi also tried it, and sure enough.
Sean can only be found by him. You can't find him by looking for him.
Han Qi looked back to his boss, who was also looking at his car, smiled kindly, and then shouted: "Friend, thank you very much, but I can only say sorry for your car."
"It's nothing, I was going to change it."
Han Qi looked at the two cars with the same paint job and said, "My car needs to be washed anyway, so I'll pay for it as an apology."
If he hadn't passed by at that time, the boss would have been able to run out unharmed. He wouldn't be as anxious as before, nor would he be covered in volcanic ash... It's a feeling that most people would never think about having a second time.
It was a state where the road could not be seen at all.
If there wasn't a gap between the two cars and there were no other vehicles on the road, it would be very dangerous.
"No, no, no."
Of course the boss objected with all his strength. This was nothing to begin with, and Han Qi's driving skills also shocked him. How could Han Qi pay for such a small amount of money?
However, Han Qi insisted again and again, so the boss agreed.
Han Qi got into the car, lit the fire, and said to Walter who was still outside: "You go to the hospital now to see if Sean has gone. I can't help you with anything else. It's nice to meet you, Walter, and I look forward to us."
Next time we meet.”
"Thank you." Walt said.
Then he watched the two cars drive away in parallel.
Han Qi is also a very good person, different from the Chinese people in his impression.
He may seem introverted, but he can also be very flamboyant at times, and he is extremely confident.
That feeling of confidence can be seen every time you see him, like he exudes an aura, which can easily influence the people next to him to trust him.
I still want to be such a person.
The boss's name is Allen, a name that is very common in Europe and the United States. He took Han Qi to a nearby town to wash the car.
It took two hours to wash just one car. By the time both cars were washed, it was already six o'clock in the evening. The sun had set at around three o'clock in the afternoon, but there were lights on inside and outside the houses in the town, so it didn't matter.
I think the street is too dark.
After finding a hotel, Han Qi opened his notebook and wrote a paragraph.
Han Qi, who loves traveling:
You must have no idea what I went through today.
In order to find a friend, I drove to a volcano that was about to erupt. It was a beautiful place and I found some pictures of the volcano before it erupted.
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Very beautiful?
This is also a tourist attraction, but in the future when talking about tourist attractions, we must add "once" because at 12:22 noon today, the volcano here erupted.
When the siren that represents a volcanic eruption sounded, and when the final escape bell rang, I faced the volcano and took a photo like this.
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A small volcano on a hillside has now vividly displayed the wrath of nature. It has made me deeply understand what it means to revere nature. This word only has two words, but now it has the weight of the Himalayas.
A deafening sound rang out, and in just a few seconds, volcanic ash covered the entire sky, and magma splashed everywhere.
I took the risk to take these photos with respect. Before my friend could think too much, he drove over and dragged me into the car. Together we ran towards the road we came from, with the volcanic ash chasing behind us. Finally we
Covered by black clouds, keep moving forward.
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This is a photo of the car after we escaped. My friends and I took a photo together.
Thanks to my friends, Walt and Alan.
………………
Ingrid covered her mouth with one hand and looked at the phone screen, with tears in her eyes.
This is the man I love, a brave man.
I miss you so much.
Han Qi didn't care about the consequences of the message he posted on Weibo and his blog. After posting it, he went to take a shower and went to sleep. The smell of sulfur on his body was stronger than standing next to a hot spring. Those who didn't know thought it was coming from
What about the people who crawled out of hell?
European mythology is like this. There is no underworld, only hell. The demons living there are often accompanied by magma, and have a sulfur smell that cannot be washed away.
The next day, it was daytime again.
It's almost noon.
After Han Qi woke up, he opened the window. What looked outside was a European town by the sea. It was very typical. Han Qi had seen it countless times.
It's not far from the sea. Although you can't see the sea from here, you can see the sea not far from the main entrance of the hotel. Moreover, it has the same fjord terrain as Norway, and there are several small islands overseas.
There are people living up there too.
Only the western part of Iceland has such a landform, and the rest of the country is similar to the coastline in the Pacific region.
After washing up, go downstairs.
I washed the car last night and couldn't see clearly, but now it looks like a new car.
Han Qi patted the car and listened to the two sounds of "bang" and "bang".
This car is indeed easy to use. You don’t need to worry about the danger of overturning when running fast... and it doesn’t run very fast either. Compared with sports cars, this kind of vehicle can ensure better stability and safety.
I'll buy one when I get back.
Han Qi thought to himself.
But thinking about my dream of a manor, I was a little worried.
If you really confirm your relationship with Ingrid, can you talk to the king about buying a piece of land? He remembered that there are many uninhabited islands overseas in Norway, and the area must be enough. He pushed down some trees on it, and the top
It will definitely be no problem to repair the house.
Maybe it can become a tourist attraction. Anyway, Han Qi only retains part of the residential area, the gardens outside, gardens, etc., so it doesn't matter if tourists visit it.
Well, let's get a concierge, and people with Chinese passports or ID cards can visit for free.
He thought about his beautiful dream and walked to the street to find something to eat.
The food in Northern Europe is almost the same. Most of the restaurants on the streets are French, with a few Spanish dishes.
The price of vegetables is very expensive in the West, sometimes comparable to the price of meat.
I turned on my phone and read the messages.
Walter said that he had already boarded the plane back to China and asked Han Qi to keep in touch.
After Han Qi left, Walter took the car back to Glendafjordur, where Han Qi was brought by the lifeboat. He came to see if Sean had come to the hospital to visit Han Qi, but he didn't find out.
As expected, Sean did come, but then left.
If someone comes by plane, can it be compared with a car?
And he still didn't turn on his phone, so Walt went back disappointed, but at the same time he didn't give up the idea of looking for Sean.
In addition to finding the negatives, another reason was that he fell in love with traveling like this.
Especially after racing away from the volcano with Han Qi and the others, he felt that he was in a daze less often. After all, those exciting scenes were adventure stories that he could not even imagine in his daydreams. They were very dangerous and dangerous.
good.
Han Qi saw the return message sent by Walter and called Sean again.
Shut down.
It seems that there is no other way. Let's wait until Sean gives up the trip and returns home.
Han Qi and Sean are two types of photographers.
Sean is the kind of person who is very purposeful. Before leaving home, he will write down the photography diary of this time, and what time and place he will go to shoot something. For example, he will get on the boat first to shoot the life of sailors at sea.
Then go to Iceland and photograph volcanoes.
There are some more later, all written down in a small notebook.
Han Qi also saw Sean writing something in a notebook, but it was a pity that he didn't read it, otherwise he could have given Walter some tips.
Han Qi himself is the kind of person who has no purpose. After arriving at a place, he will ask around if there are any interesting places or beautiful scenery.
He would decide where to shoot based on the words of passers-by.
Or just like this time, Sean brought him here to take pictures of the volcano erupting.
I don’t know which one is better, the volcanic eruption taken by Sean or his own. Han Qi sent a message to Sean and asked him to go online to see the photos he took when he was free, and then blew a whistle in this small town.
Wander around and take photos of local life.
The town is really small.
Before he felt that he had gone far, he arrived outside the town.
The yellow grass represents the end of autumn and the coming of winter.
After a while these grasslands will be covered with snow.
There is a stream in the distance, which should also freeze in winter. He thought the water flow was very slow. Han Qi went up and touched it. The water was very cold, but it was fresh water, and fish could be seen in it... Is there no one fishing here?
He stood up and looked around.
It's a pity that no one is fishing. This fish looks like it should be quite delicious.
"Hey!!"
Someone is shouting.
Han Qi turned around and saw a girl running towards him angrily. She saw that she was a foreigner, but she was not polite: "What are you going to do? You have stepped on the house I built for the elves. Huge!"
magic!!"
What? Troll?
Han Qi thought of a character from League of Legends—so ugly!
So ugly!
Then he looked down and found several small houses built with wood nearby, hidden under the withered yellow grass.
Who can see this? It would be strange if someone who didn’t know came over and didn’t guess it.
The wooden house is about ten centimeters high and painted with paint. It feels like a real house, but it has been shrunk countless times. It is already very short, and if they are covered with a layer of dead grass, it will be the same as nothing.
Same thing.
The little girl ran over and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the house she had built was still there.
Turning around, he still said to Han Qi: "You disturbed them!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't know there was a house here."
"You don't have to apologize to me. Apologize to the elves quickly." She was very anxious. She was wearing a red and white sweater and a hat, and her red face was so cute.
Han Qi was very patient with the little girl. He knelt down and spoke righteously, holding up three fingers:
"I'm sorry. I hope my appearance did not disturb the rest of the elves. Also, elves, please protect the girl in front of me from being angry. Life is so beautiful, but she is so angry. This is not good, not good..."
"I'm not angry!" she said angrily.
She was so scared that when she saw Han Qi's position, she really thought that Han Qi had collapsed the house she had been building for a long time.
Anyway, after hearing Han Qi's apology, she snorted and ignored Han Qi. She squatted down and slowly lifted up the dead grass, revealing the entire house.
Three consecutive rows of huts were exactly the same as the houses in the town. They were in the shape of a mountain. The walls were painted red and the roofs were black, but the edges and windows were all painted black. Han Qi was curious about what it looked like inside the windows.
Is there a smaller bed or table, but I'm too embarrassed to look at it.
Unless the roof was removed, Han Qi could only see the scene inside the window by lying on the ground.
He praised: "It's a beautiful cabin. Did you make it?"
"My father made it." She blurted out, then she put her little finger on her mouth and thought for a while, then said, "Riva also helped. You see, I painted the white color, as well as the windows, doors,
These are all painted by me."
The child forgot the previous unpleasantness with Han Qi and happily talked to Han Qi about the tasks he had done by himself.
At this time, a man with some gray hair came over. Seeing his daughter showing off to a half-crouching young man, he shook his head and smiled and said, "Yes, yes, little Liva has also helped a lot. The elves must have helped her a lot."
They will be grateful to you and they will help you grow up quickly."
"Yes, the elves will give me gifts."
Riva went to talk to Han Qi again and said, "Liva often finds gifts when she wakes up. Look at this..." She showed Han Qi the ribbon on the braid, "This is what the elf gave me."
Han Qi looked at her father and thought to herself...this was given by your parents.
Han Qi stood up and said to the man with a soft smile: "Hello, my name is Han Qi, and I am a traveler."
He also stretched out his hand and held his hands.
"I'm Malcolm...wait, you are Han Qi, Han Qi from China?"
"It's me."
"Wow...Han who created "Daytime" and "Four Seasons"?"
"Have you seen my work?"
Malcolm put his left hand on Han Qi's hand and shook it twice. His expression was very surprised: "Of course I have seen it. Your paintings were exhibited in Reykjavik for three days. Ms. Dale invited
You have met many people, and she respects you very much."
After hearing this, Han Qi began to recall the European artists he had seen.
I don’t know Malcolm at all, so I’m embarrassed.
"Ms. Dale has really been of great help to me."
Sister-in-law Liang went to talk to the elves by the creek. The two men happened to have time to chat. Han Qi was very curious about Malcolm's identity because his tone sounded very familiar to Del.
"She is one of the best painting dealers in Europe," said McKen.
"Do you have any works with her?"
"Hahaha, that's not the case." Malcolm smiled and shook his head, "I'm just a local idler in Iceland. I collect folk customs left behind in Iceland. Han, my home is not far from here. Riva's mother made
