Chapter 421 The person is not drunk, the heart is already drunk
To be honest, the road conditions are not very good.
Ireland does not have a ring road in a broad sense, so Han Qi could only follow the navigation to go around it slowly. Fortunately, the navigation in Ireland was updated in a timely manner and did not point Han Qi to roads that would lead to dead ends.
After driving for a few days, Han Qi arrived in Newry.
Newry is a small town, but it is one of the four largest cities in the Northern Ireland autonomous region. If the entire island of Ireland is included, it should be the ninth largest city. There is a Grand Canal opened by the United Kingdom during the Industrial Revolution, which leads directly to Ireland.
ocean.
Han Qi was not in a good mood today. As a friend of Prince Charles, Han Qi was stuck for a whole day when entering the British-administered area. He was not notified until he called Charles to let him go. This made him very unhappy.
The car stopped outside a bakery along the river, and Han Qi went in first to replenish some baguettes. This kind of bread is very hard, but can be stored for many days.
Ordinary soft bread only needs to be stored for three days before it becomes unpalatable. This is still in winter, but it will deteriorate faster in summer.
When he came out, Han Qi saw an Asian tourist scooping water from the canal with a bucket.
Asians can easily tell. As for why he is a tourist, you can actually tell because there are two Asians standing next to that person, both carrying heavy travel bags.
Han Qi kindly reminded: "This canal leads to the Irish Sea. It is sea water and cannot be drunk."
The man was also a Chinese and said: "You are also from China. We were just discussing whether you were, haha, we are not here to drink, but to freeze the beer. Do you want some?"
Han Qi has been invisible in China for nearly three years, and as long as he does not mention his name when traveling outside, few people will connect the person he meets with a star, so these three young travelers from China did not notice that Han Qi
Who is Qi?
Freeze beer with winter seawater?
So romantic.
Han Qi happened to be in a depressed mood and said: "Okay, thank you. The people in Northern Ireland have been assimilated by the British, and there is nothing good to eat nearby."
The three young people looked at each other and said, "We also found a restaurant nearby..."
"..."
I thought I would do it myself.
Han Qi thought for a moment and found that he still had seasonings purchased from an Asian supermarket in his bag, so he said: "I have the tools, how about we find a place to have a picnic? Buy some meat, rabbit, beef and mutton, and potatoes.
"
Potatoes are not valuable in Ireland, they are their staple food.
A few young people thought, this is okay, they can freeze the beer and have a picnic by themselves.
So Han Qi led the way to an open space outside the city.
There was no barbecue rack, so everyone used wood to grill the meat on the fire. Several of them had just graduated from college, and their brains were sharp but their hands-on skills were not very good, so they still had to rely on Han Qi to grill the meat with not much seasoning.
It's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the aroma even attracts some foreigners driving by on the highway to look at where they are.
Everyone raised their glasses, and one of them asked: "Brother, what's your name? Your car is so handsome, and you rented it too?"
"No, I'm going to ride a bike around Ireland. As for the name, we meet each other in the plains, and we don't need to know each other before, right?"
"Yes, cheers."
Bang.
The wine glasses of four people met together in the air.
After a good rest, Han Qi continued on the road the next morning without stopping in the town of Newry. The road was still long. He wanted to hurry up and see if he could go home to surprise Ingrid on Valentine's Day.
.
A long absence is better than a newlywed. In fact, it is not good to be tired of being together all the time. If we separate occasionally, the two of them will be in a different mood when they meet again.
Han Qi met an Icelander living in Ireland.
She is a bartender in a bar. Han Qi heard her Icelandic accent not long after she went in and sat down. In fact, it is easy to tell whether she is Irish or not. You only need to listen to whether her speaking speed is fast and smooth.
Just eat the sound.
If you are a tourist who discovers that Ireland is an English-speaking area and rushes here non-stop, you will definitely be confused when you hear two Irish people chatting, because you can’t understand a word, even the simplest words at the beginning and end of a sentence.
Just guess.
This is the Irish dialect.
The Icelandic language is also very interesting. Han Qi heard her Icelandic accent and asked in Icelandic: "Are you Icelandic?"
"Ah? How do you know? You can also speak Icelandic?"
"I have many friends in Iceland. I also have a treehouse hotel open in the woods not far outside Reykjavik."
"I know!!" She jumped for joy, "I went to that place when I was a child. There was a very kind uncle and an aunt who didn't talk much, but she was very powerful and gave me a small wooden sculpture.
I still have it at home."
She handed the matter over to another person, sat in front of Han Qi, and said, "So what happens now? They sold the tree house to you?"
"Kevin gave me the tree house. Oh, Kevin is the uncle you mentioned."
"It's great. I've lived here for fifteen years and I haven't seen any Icelanders, and I haven't been back to Iceland for ten years."
Sheila suddenly stood up, pushed away the working bartender, and showed off her skills to Han Qi amidst the dissatisfaction of others. After a few minutes, she placed the wine in front of Han Qi and said: "This is the cocktail I developed myself, Iceberg Passion, for
you,"
Han Qi picked it up and praised it: "It's a beautiful technique. What's your name?"
"Sheila, what about you?"
"Han Qi, I am Chinese."
Sheila was a little disappointed when she heard that Han Qi was from China, and asked again: "Have you immigrated to Iceland?"
"No, I just play in Iceland a lot. I like Iceland very much and I also like the scenery there. Lake Tonin in Reykjavik is very beautiful, isn't it?"
"right."
Sheila let go of her obsession that Han Qi was not from Iceland. For her, she was very happy to be able to communicate with people in Icelandic.
Han Qi took a sip of Iceberg Enchantment. The cocktail did not feel spicy on the throat, but was as smooth as Sprite with ice cubes. The coolness exploded in his throat, and then entered his stomach and continued to explode.
Putting down the glass of wine, Han Qi asked: "Is this on your wine list?"
"No, I prepared some for myself to drink. You are the first guest."
“If it were on the wine list, this wine would definitely be very popular.”
"Yeah, young girls are the easiest to fall for this kind of trick, so I never give those boys with bad intentions a chance. When I meet a girl they want to mess with, I will add a lot of soda to my wine, haha."
She took Han Qi's wine glass and asked, "Would you like another drink?"
"why not?"
Han Qi has learned to drink well. When he first started traveling, he drank one glass at a time. Now he drinks one glass at a time, but he drinks all the time.
"What do you miss most about Iceland?" Han Qi asked.
"What do you miss about Iceland?" She slowed down her hand slightly and thought for a moment before answering Han Qi, "Maybe it's the skyr and the mountains in front of my house?"
"What mountain?"
"I... forgot that it is a mountain that can be seen in Reykjavik."
She was born in the Snæfellsnes Peninsula in western Iceland. When she was a little older, she moved to Reykjavik with her parents. The condition for their family to find a house was that they could see the huge iceberg by opening the window.
Han Qi remembered.
"I see."
Skyr is an Icelandic delicacy, a special Icelandic dairy product. As I said before, as for the mountains...
It's Mount Asiya.
Most people are rarely impressed by the mountains in their hometown.
The mountains in Iceland are not too steep. The highest peak, Vandals Peak, is only 2,110 meters above sea level. However, Han Qi also understood that it is possible to develop feelings for the mountains after living in Reykjavik for a long time.
Because no matter where you are in Reykjavik, you can see Mount Asja.
Reykjavik is a very small city. As you walk along the main street, you will see Mount Asja; outside the window when you are working, you will see Mount Asja; on the other side of the beach when you are walking on the beach, you will see Mount Asja; the lighthouse
At the end is Mount Asiya; when you leave the city and enter the city, it is also Mount Asiya that greets you and sends you off.
Many Icelandic poets also like to include Mount Asja in their poems.
Sheila frowned, how could I forget?
Han Qi reminded: "Is it Mount Asiya?"
"Yes yes yes!! Thank you."
"Haha, what's there to thank you for? I'm sure you can remember it."
Sheila shook her head, wiped the corners of her eyes with a tissue, and said: "I thought I would remember, I thought I would always think of Iceland. When I thought of Iceland, the first thing I thought of was Mount Esja, which often appears in my dreams.
picture."
She sat down, opposite Han Qi. The thirty-year-old woman looked at the iceberg infatuation she had concocted in front of her with nostalgic eyes.
"The shape of Mount Asja never changes throughout the year, but its appearance always changes. Sometimes after a night of snow, the mountain becomes the Greenland I imagined, and sometimes when a storm passes by, the mountain becomes bare again.
, the sunset makes the snow on the top of the mountain turn pink, like a fairyland where God lives. When I was in school, every time I walked into the teacher’s office, the scenery outside the window was always different.”
She subconsciously shook Han Qi's wine glass.
"I remember that kind of scenery. I always remember it. Sometimes it is blue in the early morning that lasts for a whole day. Sometimes it is the sun shining on the golden mountains. The sunrise only lasts for two hours. The sun is slanting, gentle and not dazzling, struggling for a while on the horizon.
As we went down, sometimes the sky was blue-pink like a macaron, and Mount Asiya turned into a cocktail color, which is the color of this glass of wine."
Han Qi raised his eyes and looked carefully at the color of the cocktail.
This is a special kind of blue, which is both like the Atlantic Ocean and the Blue Lagoon Hot Spring. The milky blue water is tinged with pink.
Han Qi was stunned for a while, but fortunately, Sheila opposite was also in a daze.
He smiled.
So many painters have been studying it for several years, but the feeling of mixing special colors was found by a bartender who missed his hometown.
Han Qi thought about the time when he saw the aurora in Reykjavik. The aurora was on Mount Asya. Looking back now, Han Qi clearly remembered every corner and every crevice of the mountain. It turned out that he
I have seen that mountain peak so many times without even knowing it.
Han Qi seemed to understand that the relationship between people and mountains should not disturb each other and witness each other. Over time, it has become a feeling of peace once they see each other.
That mountain probably in Sheila's heart is a lover who can't speak and will always be with her.
Sheila cried, crying very sadly. She didn't know why she forgot the name of the mountain.
Everyone in the bar looked at Han Qi with admiration in their eyes.
Han Qi waited for her to feel better and said, "I'll order another glass of Iceberg Passion. Maybe you can have a different feeling with this one."
When Sheila was about to take action, Han Qi stood up and said:
"I'll give you this glass of wine. Don't choose the time. Go back to Iceland tomorrow. The mountain is just like what you said. The scenery is different every moment, but what I want to say is, where has he always been?
You can see him every time you come back to Iceland, he is waiting for you."
Han Qi left to pay the bill.
He wanted to come and get drunk for a while, but before he got drunk, his heart was already drunk.
This feeling is quite good.
………………
That night, Han Qi came to a small town with a very long name. It was surrounded by mountains on three sides, and one side faced the ocean. The cold sea breeze had to blow through here before it could climb up the mountain to heat up. So this town may have become the hottest place in Ireland.
Cold place.
Han Qi set up a camp on the beach and walked around, trying to sell some food.
However, after wandering around for a long time, I only saw one local person. It was in a local grocery store. The door was painted yellow. The store was small with only two rows of shelves. The salesperson was a fat girl wearing braces.
"Why are there so few people here?"
"Go to sleep."
"Why don't you take a rest? Normally I'm not prepared to buy anything at this time."
"Getting ready to rest."
Han Qi followed her gaze and saw a single bed with an iron frame next to it. It seemed that she would sleep here at night.
This girl seemed difficult to get along with. Han Qi left the grocery store after buying something, but within two minutes he came back with a smile on his face and said:
"Can you lend me some water? I've run out of water."
She pointed in a direction, and Han Qi went over to get some water from a cup. When he was about to leave, he said, "Close the door when you go to bed. It's very cold outside today and it's snowing."
The fat girl made the bed. After hearing what Han Qi said, she shook her head and said, "I am the only one who can light a lamp here at night. Sometimes someone needs help. Can't I help you?"
At this moment, a bolt of lightning struck Han Qi's heart.
The girl saw Han Qi staring at her and smiled awkwardly. This made Han Qi regret not bringing a camera. This was perhaps the most sincere smile he had seen this year. In this ravine, Han Qi felt that he would never see one for a long time.
People, but she left a bright light for everyone.
It is the only lighthouse in this dark night and snow.
Han Qi was in awe and said, "I live in a tent on the beach. If you need me, just call me."
She didn't say anything, and Han Qi left on his own.
When he returned to the tent, everything was quiet except for the rolling waves. Looking back, he saw that there was still a small light on in the distance, which warmed his heart.