The two hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they got carried away chatting. Dennis was stunned by Kevin's decision. He had never thought that Kevin was really willing to sell the house that he had maintained for decades.
It's not a sale, it's a gift.
The priest glanced at Han Qi.
At this time, Han Qi had already walked around by himself. This old church had many new things that were not found in other churches, such as an accordion player who was playing classical music - could it be that the organ player was invited because the front of the church looks like an organ?
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In the past, Han Qi had only seen pianos in churches, and had never seen anyone invite an accordion player indoors.
Waited for several minutes.
Han Qi finally saw that this old friend didn't want to go anywhere at all. Listening carefully, Han Qi also heard the priest inviting Kevin to play mahjong at his house.
Good guy, isn’t this something from China?
Just as I was about to go over and joke a little, thunder suddenly started outside the window.
Is it going to rain?
The people who were visiting the church suddenly walked a lot, talking as they walked.
"It's going to rain. Let's go."
"Fortunately, the hotel I'm staying in is nearby."
Han Qi did not go out with the tourists, but walked to where Kevin and the others were sitting next to him and said: "I didn't know that the weather in Iceland was so unpredictable. It seems that I have to carry an umbrella with me."
The priest shook his head and said: "It's not surprising. After all, the warning that it was going to rain today was broadcast yesterday. It was very accurate. Even the time was estimated by them to be about the same."
Seeing the disbelief on Han Qi's face, the priest smiled and said, "This is Iceland. Of course, the wind blowing from the ocean has been monitored very early."
Kevin looked at the weather outside, waved to his old friend and said, "In that case, I have to leave. Mr. Han Qi hasn't found a hotel yet."
Of course, Kevin has a place to live here. There are many empty rooms in his daughter and son-in-law's house. Originally, he wanted Han Qi to come with him and sleep in their house at night, but Han Qi refused.
On a day when other people's families were getting together, he felt that he should not appear in their home.
At least not today.
Kevin went out and looked at the sky, and said to Han Qi apologetically: "Oh, I wanted to take you around the city, but it doesn't seem possible now. It will definitely rain heavily soon."
"It's okay. Let's find a place to stay first. I still have a lot of things in my luggage that can't be exposed to rain."
He has many sketches. Although most or all of them will not be converted into oil paintings, this does not affect Han Qi's love for them.
What painter doesn’t cherish his manuscripts?
This is all hard work.
Old man Kevin sighed and interrupted Han Qi, saying: "There are so many hotels here, are you still afraid of not being able to find a place to sleep? It's good to just enter any one."
Raindrops as big as beans have begun to fall on the ground, and there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road visible to the naked eye. Local people can just run into any alley to avoid getting caught in the rain, and most tourists have returned to where they live.
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There are especially many hotels on this street, and it is estimated that one-third of tourists live in this street.
The main reason is that the transportation is very convenient. There is a museum just a short walk away, and right in front of the museum is the starting point of the bus. You need to take such a bus to go to scenic spots a little further away.
Han Qi often traveled by car like this when he was in Norway.
Entering the hotel, Han Qi put down his things and said, "Get a room."
Kevin watched Han Qi finish handling everything, nodded and said, "Then I'll go back now. Lily has prepared the meal and is waiting for me at home. I won't invite you to have dinner with me."
"Don't be so polite, I'm not used to it." Han Qi said.
"I'm just talking."
Han Qi smiled and watched him get into a taxi outside the hotel before he felt relieved.
Go upstairs, take the room card and open the door.
Although this hotel looks old from the outside, the facilities inside are very good. When you walk into the room, you will feel that this is one of the suites in a large hotel. It is so modern that you can't imagine that there are no floors here.
More than three floors.
The window of the room faced the cathedral, and Han Qi seemed to be able to hear bursts of accordion sound coming from inside.
Unfortunately, he knew that this was impossible. Not to mention the distance between here and the church, he didn't believe that anyone would play music calmly in the church in such stormy weather.
After eating something in this hotel, Han Qi was ready to take a nap.
The rain also fell harder and harder while he was sleeping.
The special sound effects set on the mobile phone made Han Qi wake up in a daze. The person opposite seemed to be reminding Han Qi to pay attention to the heavy rainstorm.
Extremely heavy rain?
He put the phone away from his ears, got out of bed and went to the window to take a look.
I don't know how many hours I slept. It was already dark outside the window at this moment. The raindrops were beating like hailstones, making a crackling sound. If I didn't close the window, I could still hear the whistling wind.
He stood and watched for a while.
Reykjavik in the rain actually has a different flavor. Many of the small lights that are turned on by default in all homes during the polar night are extinguished. Because they are outdoors, those items are of poor quality or not placed securely.
They were all blown to the ground by the strong wind.
By the way, phone!
Han Qi suddenly thought of something, his eyes suddenly widened, and he almost rushed back to the bed. The mobile phone that was placed next to the pillow bounced up from the mattress, drew an arc, and was caught by Han Qi in his hand.
"Hey, is it you Ingrid? Can you call me now?"
"Of course it's me, no one else. I finally managed to get on the phone with you and you dared to ignore me. You really... have blinded my excited heart in vain."
Han Qi kept smiling, listening to Ingrid chattering on the opposite side.
"What are you doing?" After Ingrid finished speaking, she finally asked Han Qi and gave him a chance to speak.
"It's raining in Iceland. I just woke up while sleeping."
"Well, natural disasters have occurred in many places recently. There are volcanic eruptions, tsunamis, and earthquakes. They are all quite scary. Please don't run around after returning from this trip. Do you understand?"
Han Qi agreed.
The two of them haven't spoken like this for a long time, and he likes Ingrid's pretending to be mature, which sounds very cute.
"Are you still abroad?"
"Here, it will take two days before we can go back."
Han Qi thought that was okay. He still had two days to visit other places in Iceland. Otherwise, it would be a pity to go to Iceland and leave without seeing anything. He returned to Norway from Iceland in two days.
It's very close by plane, it only takes two hours to fly there, and there are many flights to Norway from the airport, so you don't have to worry about air tickets.
After hanging up the phone, Han Qi's heart became brighter even though it was still raining outside the window.
Ingrid's tone was very lively. This was the best news Han Qi had received in the past month, even if it was a text message from Wang Zheng, saying that Han Qi's songs had sold millions of copies abroad and made dozens of dollars.
Thousands of dollars of swords also make people feel happy.
The storm lasted all night.
There is an old saying in China that every autumn rain brings a cold.
China is a rare and good place on earth. Although there are also natural disasters, most places are indeed sunny and windy all year round, and the four seasons are distinct. In winter, as the rain falls one after another, the sky becomes colder.
It's getting colder.
This sentence does not apply in Iceland.
When it rains here, it feels like the whole world has changed.
Han Qi just thought it was a simple rain last night. So what if it was a storm? Iceland is not in a typhoon zone. It is impossible to blow away the house in the morning, right?
But now he really feels like the house has been blown away.
It was blown to the North Pole.
I thought there was snow on the road downstairs.
It was not the kind of small snowflakes falling from the sky, but a large amount of snow that appeared on the ground overnight.
After getting up, Han Qi looked at the winter scenery outside the window and almost cursed... What kind of weather is this? Yesterday was pretty good, but today there is so much snow. What a scam. I'm going to play two games.
Going back tomorrow.
The thickest clothes in his suitcase are actually not very thick, but they look very flattering on his figure.
While Han Qi was getting dressed, he thought that he must buy more clothes when he comes to Iceland this time. The wool sweaters here don't smell bad. Whenever he wears sweaters now, he uses Icelandic wool.
In fact, many brand stores in Northern Europe are very interesting. Although the materials used are very high-end and the prices are very expensive, when you go to see them, the designer will tell you his design concept, as if the clothes were made by him.
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But as long as you look at the label inside, you can probably find the four words "Made in China".
How interesting it is. It may only cost a few hundred yuan in China, but here the price instantly increases dozens of times.
After putting on a winter coat, Han Qi went to the station opposite the museum and boarded the tourist bus to the black sand beach.
Black Beach is one of the few places where you can see the entire scenic spot just by hearing its name. If you have a rich imagination, you can know what the Black Beach looks like just by thinking about it.
It's nothing more than a pile of black sand on the beach.
This is indeed the case, but there are some things that you cannot feel the beauty of by just relying on imagination in your mind, such as the Great Wall of China, which is also a scenic spot that you can think of when you hear the name.
But you can't feel the majesty of the Great Wall with your imagination.
After leaving the city, there was even less snow.
The person sitting next to Han Qi was a curly-haired boy from Germany. Although he didn't say it himself, the unique German accent still gave him away. This person was with the two girls sitting in front.
He was joking with the two girls in Icelandic that he didn't understand.
They probably didn't know each other very well. The two girls often laughed at the German together.
Perhaps because he was tired, the boy finally stopped interacting with the girl sitting in front of him and looked at the person next to him for the first time.
Oh, still an Asian.
"Friend, where are you from?"
"You're from China, how about you?"
"Guess?" He smiled proudly, as if he didn't think Han Qi could guess his nationality. He didn't speak the language of his country since he got in the car.
Han Qi looked at his confident face and was speechless, but also found it interesting.
"I assume you're a native of Iceland, right?"
"Hahahaha, wrong, but I don't blame you, my spoken English is indeed good."
"Hahahaha." The two girls in front couldn't hold it back for a while and let out a wind chime version of laughter.
Han Qi looked at their profiles, and they seemed to be relatively young.
He still can't tell the ages of European women, but if Ingrid is used as a standard, someone like her is eighteen years old, then these two girls are probably only sixteen, seventeen at most.
The German boy was very confused. He looked at the two girls and said in a strange Icelandic voice: "What are you laughing at?"
"We didn't laugh at anything, we just suddenly remembered something very happy."
He looked at the two girls for a long time, not knowing what kind of psychological reaction they had, so he turned around warily and continued chatting with Han Qi.
"Actually, you guessed wrong. I only stayed in Iceland for a year. I am an international student at Alton University. I am actually... Italian."
"Well? Not German?"
When he just said that he was actually a xx person, Han Qi silently recited the word "German" in his mind.
I was caught off guard and actually said I was Italian.
Doesn't Han Qi know how Italians speak? He is now more proficient in Italian than Icelandic. He is at the level where he can quarrel with an Italian in daily life.
The man was suddenly shocked: "I'm not German, uh, I mean..."
Han Qi spoke in Icelandic again: "You seem to dislike your own country very much. I don't believe you are Italian."
"Ah? Speak slower."
Han Qi laughed silently for a while and found that the two girls in front of him were looking at him intently. He subconsciously lowered his head and touched his face, thinking if there was something on his face.
"What do you see me doing?"
"Look at the fun. Are you Han Qi, the traveler? I've seen your level. I felt a bit like you when I got in the car just now, but I can't recognize you with a mask on."
Wearing a mask all the time is very tiring. Han Qi occasionally takes it off to rest.
Not old enough to be recognized.
It seems that his influence among young people is still not low.
Han Qi, the girl sitting in front, had long, straight black hair. She said, "You seem to be able to speak our Icelandic language, and you also sound very similar when speaking Italian. Do you really know Italian?"
"Of course."
Han Qi also sang an Italian opera quietly in front of them.
When he stopped, Han Qi found that the entire carriage was silent. People who were closer to Han Qi still had admiration and shock in their eyes, and they all placed various small gifts next to Han Qi.
"The singing was so good, I started to miss my hometown,"
"Young man sings well! But he sings too quietly!"
"One more song, one more song!"
There were a lot of noises in the carriage, which woke up those who were sleeping. When they learned about the situation, they also joined the crowd of heckles.
Suddenly a voice came out from the front: "Sing one, I'm also very curious, and can everyone please sit down, please sit down? Unless there are special circumstances, please don't stand up while I'm driving."
There is no tour guide in the car, but there is a driver.
Okay, now that the driver has spoken.
Han Qi was thinking about what song he wanted to sing, but the little yellow guy next to him finally reacted, pulled Han Qi's hand and said, "What did you just say? Why is it familiar to me?"
Forehead……
Han Qi scratched his head. He was a little confused whether this person was deliberately funny or really funny.
