When it comes to mountain climbing, Ingrid is the master among them.
Qilong'ao is an economically underdeveloped area. Although there is a foundation for a scenic spot, it has never been developed, so there are not many artificial traces along the way.
Ingrid is most familiar with this kind of road.
She was wrapped in thick clothes and walked the fastest, but she would come back from time to time to support Mother Han, who was in poor physical condition, like an elf that kept circling around a few people.
Qilong'ao is not too high, and the reason for the clouds and fog is due to the heavy rainfall and high temperature. Whenever it clears up after a rain, the valley near Qilong'ao is shrouded in clouds and mist, just like a fairyland on earth. Han Qi is sitting on a stone by the edge.
On top, Ingrid stood far away and took pictures of him.
Han Qi felt that from his perspective, this valley was eighty-nine times similar to the scenery of Mount Emei.
The difference is that the sunrise here is not as beautiful as Mount Emei, and perhaps this is the only drawback. Han Qi likes places with fewer people. There are less than twenty tourists at Qilongao at this time, but if you go to Mount Emei at this time,
It is estimated that there are a hundred people waiting at the Golden Summit.
Ingrid also doesn't like to go to high mountains with ladders built all the way.
Norwegians love mountains and forests, and are nicknamed mountain monkeys by Finns. But people have only seen monkeys walking through the woods. Which monkey likes to climb ladders when they have nothing to do?
It is also better than Mount Emei. Mount Emei is too high. If you climb to the top of the Golden Summit to see the sea of clouds, there will be almost no other mountains that can compete with it. The sea of clouds will cover most of the lower mountains, leaving only a small one exposed.
corner.
But Qilong'ao is different. Here you can see the continuous mountains of the Bashu region, which are picturesque and completely silent. People who watch the mountains do not dare to speak loudly, for fear that their voices will disturb such a quiet world.
Han Qi looked up at the tourists, walking or standing, as if they were integrated with the landscape.
Ingrid stood with her parents and a few tourists at the observation deck, but Han Qi found that the people around her looked at her more than at the scenery. He stood up and stretched, ready to
Take your family down the mountain.
The place where Han Qi lives is not bad. There is a big factory, and occasionally you can see foreigners who come here on business. But in other southwest towns, let alone foreigners, you don't even see a few tourists from outside the city.
It didn't take long to drive back. Dad Han was going to visit the office, and Mom was going to share the trip experience with her sisters.
It didn't take long before Han Qi and Ingrid were the only two people left at home.
Ingrid looked as if she was tired. She sat patiently next to Han Qi and watched him play a game, and then said with great interest: "Where are we going this afternoon?"
"Nothing to go to. There are only so many fun and beautiful places around."
Ingrid has accompanied Han Qi back many times. She has visited all the surrounding attractions, and most of them are summer attractions. In winter, it is not a question of whether you can go, but that they are not open at all and you want to go there.
None can go.
The short winter vacation passed quickly.
Back in Yanjing, Ingrid had two days of rest at home before heading off to study for the off-duty semester of her junior year, and Han Qi was going to Ireland for a while.
Although Sir Kangtao didn't say it clearly, Han Qi understood what he was thinking.
He gave that car to himself because he wanted to ride that motorcycle to fulfill his dream when he was young. It is said that people will recall their own lives when they are about to die. I don’t know that in Kang Tao’s memories, he felt that he died in vain.
What is your view on cycling?
Han Qi packed everything he wanted to bring with him into a riding bag, which he had used when he went to Tibet, and now he took it out to put on his motorcycle.
The tent had not been used for a long time, and the Sima tank kept eating, drinking and boiling water. Then Ingrid saw Han Qi take out a pack of unpacked sanitary napkins from the bag.
Both of them were stunned.
Look at the sanitary napkin in complete synchronization, and then look up at each other.
"I, I, I, I can explain, this is what Li Xiaofeng gave me for riding, otherwise my thighs will be worn out..."
Ingrid was a little confused, wondering who was Li Xiaofeng?
But she felt relieved knowing that it was for Han Qi's own use. She thought Han Qi bought it for other girls to use. That was really abominable. Han Qi didn't even...
"I know, it's a long ride, right?"
"Yes, yes."
Han Qi breathed a sigh of relief and threw the thing into the trash can.
If I had known it was so embarrassing, I should have dumped you when I came back.
After everything was packed, Han Qi also asked people in the palace to transport the motorcycle to Ireland. When leaving the next day, Ingrid drove Han Qi. In the past two years, she also took the time to get a driver's license, but currently she
Your driver's license can only be used in China.
Han Qi warned in the car: "Remember to take Gwen out to play, and you can also take care of the jade lion for me. If you find it troublesome, you can hire someone."
"I've also raised horses."
Ingrid was suddenly a little excited. Her relationship with the Jade Lion has not progressed very quickly in the past two years, because Han Qi always occupied the task of brushing and bathing the Jade Lion. Now that Han Qi is gone, she will cultivate a relationship with the Jade Lion more.
, then isn’t her master herself?
She liked the appearance of the jade lion so much, Artemis among horses.
From the current Chengdu International Airport, you can fly to the UK and then transfer from the UK to Ireland.
To travel around Ireland, the starting point must be near Dublin. Dublin is located in the easternmost part of Ireland. You can travel around along the railway line. However, sometimes there is no road next to the railway line, so you need to make a short detour.
road.
When the plane landed at Dublin Airport, Han Qi first picked up his luggage, and then took a ride to pick up the motorcycle.
This ancient motorcycle was not very valuable. When Han Qi repaired it, he only replaced the parts without re-polishing the rusty parts. In fact, the shell was still the same, but the heart inside was replaced by a brand new one.
Now I finally look as confident as in the photo.
Han Qi put the luggage on the rear of the Harley motorcycle, rode on it and grabbed the handle.
This kind of old-fashioned Harley-Davidson motorcycle is not for short people at all. If you want to drive this car with a handsome posture, you must be at least 1.75 meters tall. Han Qi, who is over 1.8 meters tall, is just right.
You can sit up and drive, or you can lie down.
He drove around the place where he picked up the car twice and drove away after feeling everything was normal.
The last time he came to Dublin, he stayed in a hotel in the city, but this time he came not all for tourism. He had to put aside the enjoyment first and try to see if it was cold when setting up a tent in the wild.
It's only 12 degrees in Ireland today. It will be safer to try out all the things you need to survive in the wild around the city before hitting the road.
This time there was no veteran driver like Li Xiaofeng to tell him the precautions, he was the only one.
He was a little surprised why Old Kang Tao chose Ireland to ride a motorcycle around the island. There are many island countries on the earth, and more than 80% of them are more suitable than Ireland.
As night fell, Han Qi lived in a park on the outskirts of Dublin, like a homeless man.
However, homeless people generally don't have tents to live in. They all live on benches. One of them was close to Han Qi and watched Han Qi eating from a distance.
If it was Han Qi in the past, he might not care about the mood of a homeless person, but after being with Ingrid for a long time, his heart may have softened. He couldn't stand seeing that look in his eyes, so he took out a piece of bread from his bag
Go over and hand it to him.
"You should have something to eat too."
"Thanks."
The homeless man was not polite, he took the food and ate it.
At this time, a girl came to the park on a bicycle. There was a basket in front of the bicycle, and there seemed to be a bunch of food in it, including bread and milk.
"Is she also here to bring you food?"
"You mean Miss Saoirse? Yes, she often brings us things. She is a good person. You are also a good person."
Han Qi thought of the milk in the girl's basket and went back to get a box of yogurt.
Han Qi saw that his appearance was not bad, so he asked, "What did you do before?"
"I, I'm a stock manager. I can't repay the loan if I lose money in the stock market." He took a bite of bread hard, thinking he was biting his former self. "Anyway, I'm bankrupt now and still owe a lot of money. I still owe a lot of money."
It’s amazing.”
Will a stock manager go bankrupt by trading stocks?
Isn’t this a profession of tricking others into buying stocks?
Han Qi stopped asking. If something like this happened, he would probably not be able to see his wife, children, and children. If Han Qi hadn't been a foreigner who approached him with good intentions, the homeless man probably wouldn't have told his story.
He sat on the bench, crossed his legs and looked at the stars in the sky.
He likes stars and always feels that there are some aliens on those twinkling stars, and perhaps the systems in his body are toys they inadvertently created.
I took another photo with my phone and posted it in the app.
The studio has already made an app called (iTravel) and it has been put on all major platforms.
If this was just Han Qi's idea to publish the news himself, then he would not put it on the platform, but would only make it available for download from the official website. But as Han Qi came up with more and more ideas, this software has become a travel software.
Han Qi was the first traveler to settle there.
Just as Han Qi wanted to eat instant noodles, the bicycle stopped in front of Han Qi.
"Did you treat Arnold to something? Then I'll treat you to something." The girl bit into a donut and took out another donut from her pocket. The basket was almost empty, with only a piece of paper left.
Packaged bread.
"Thank you." Han Qi reached out and took it.
The girl has a beautiful smile, short blond hair, and is very energetic.
She also sat on the bench and handed the last piece of bread in the basket to the homeless man: "Here, Arnold, then this will be your breakfast tomorrow."
The homeless man named Arnold took it over silently.
Han Qi ate the donuts first and looked at the girl. She was looking at the sky like Han Qi before. She was in a good mood. She pursed her lips and hummed. Han Qi felt that she had a kind of vigor from the Gilsai people. Maybe she could dance too.
It will look great.
He started to eat noodles, and if he didn't eat the soup, it would be cold.
The girl said: "My name is Saoirse, what's yours?"
"Han Qi."
"Are that tent and car yours? Where are you going?"
"Travel around Ireland." Han Qi replied, not wanting to be asked all the time, so she said, "Do you come here every day to deliver food to them? Every day?"
"Occasionally, anyway, the bakery downstairs has an 80% discount every night, which is like free." She looked at Han Qi's car with surprise in her eyes, "You really want to drive this car around the island of Ireland.
Huh? That’s a great idea.”
Han Qi saw what she really wanted to say from her eyes and asked: "It's a very old car, isn't it?"
"It looks very old, but it's very energetic." She said, "I know cars, don't think I don't. This car looks old, but the parts inside are all new, let alone the roundabout.
Is it okay for this car to participate in motorcycle competitions?”
Han Qi realized that he felt wrong, looked at her and asked: "So understanding? What do you do?"
"Me? A little Irish band fiddler."
She looked at the starry sky. Han Qi had almost eaten and agreed to look at the night sky. Arnold, the homeless man, felt that he should not be here and was about to stand up, but Han Qi was a little faster than him and stood up and said: "I'm going to sleep."
, I have to take an exam tomorrow and travel around the island."
Saoirse also stood up and nodded, got on her bicycle, and said, "Then come and tell me stories when you come back here. I am in this park every morning."
Han Qi gestured OK.
I returned to the tent I had set up before, checked the several layers of waterproof and insulating blankets on the ground, and then wrapped myself in a sleeping bag and fell asleep.
The next day, Han Qi was woken up by the sound of running.
When I opened the tent, it was already bright. From time to time, runners who were doing morning exercises passed by the tent and deliberately lowered their running noises. I found Han Qi showing an apologetic smile after coming out of the tent.
Han Qi smiled and nodded in response.
So smile is a common language all over the world. Sometimes, just two smiles can express everything without speaking.
Get up and tidy up.
The huge tents were neatly stacked, wrapped with sleeping bags and moisture-proof pads, and could be stuffed into a small backpack. It was simply a miracle of physics.
Saoirse, who I just met yesterday, was walking by with a group of people carrying a violin on her back. Saoirse turned back and waved to Han Qi.
"See you~" she said loudly to Han Qi.
Han Qi also raised his hand and waved.
Okay, it's time to go.
I glanced over to the homeless man and saw that there was no one on the bench and it had been tidied up.
The park is their temporary residence at night, but it does not belong to them during the day.
As soon as you twist the accelerator, the Harley motorcycle roars.
A man in Saoirse's band looked at Han Qi enviously and said, "Do you know that guy? The motorcycle is so handsome."
"Well, I met yesterday. He's a very nice person and very interesting."
One girl joked: "Interesting? Do you like him? He is an Oriental."
"What's wrong with Oriental people? I don't care who they are from. It's just that you think too much. They are not from our class. If you are lucky, just meet and chat. If you are lucky, be a
Good friends too?”
"Who is he?"
"Think for yourself."
Saoirse smiled and kicked the speaker, picked up the violin and said, "Practice, this is the last performance for us, there must be no problems."
