My travels can open treasure chests

Chapter 107 Snowman
There is also a sound of snow collapsing. This pile of snow was originally very high. After it collapsed, there was a small rustling sound, which was very comfortable, like lying on soft and dry sand.

You can see the sky clearly without looking up, surrounded by European-style huts, all of which are independent small courtyards, there are not many pedestrians, and only occasionally vehicles pass by.

No one saw it, and Han Qi didn't get up in a hurry. He crossed his hands under his head, closed his eyes and listened to the chorus from somewhere.This song is often sung these days, and it's quite nice. It's called Angels We Have Heard On High (angels sing in the sky).

Merry Christmas.

While listening to the song and enjoying himself, Han Qi heard the sound of voices and footsteps coming from the side. He quickly opened his eyes and changed his posture, pretending to accidentally fall and was about to get up.

But the person didn't come from a distance, but came out of the house behind Han Qi, opened the door and saw Han Qi struggling on the snowdrift.

It looks like a mother and daughter. The mother is about [-] years old, has a good figure, and is a very beautiful Western woman.The little loli is estimated to be less than ten years old, with some freckles on her face, she is very cute.

"My God." The woman exclaimed and trot over to help Han Qi up, "What do you think? Are you all right?"

"it's okay no problem."

The snow on the ground is very thick now, and the clothes I wear in winter are also thick. As long as you are not too old, you will not be injured if you fall on the ground.

Han Qi wouldn't say that he fell into the snow on purpose, that's too naive, but why don't you just let me go straight away, it's so embarrassing to come and help me so enthusiastically.

Now Han Qi didn't know what was more embarrassing behind.

Because the little girl suddenly cried.

"Mom!!! He pushed my Sandy down!!!"

Sandy?

Han Qi didn't realize what Sandy was, but when he saw little Lolita holding a red woolen hat and red scarf, he immediately thought of the big snowdrift where he lay down just now.

No way?
Is that your snowman?Isn't that just a snowdrift?It doesn't look like a snowman at all.

"Wow!!! Sandy is dead!"

"..."

Her mother was also at a loss, stroking the little Lolita's head: "Sandy just lay down and fell asleep, can we wake her up?" Then she explained to Han Qi: "Sorry."

Han Qi stood there in a daze, either walking or walking, he could almost pull out a world map with his toes.The ghost knows that it is the snowman you made, so what should we do now?
go?
can't go.

Anyway, I designed a future landmark building in Tromso, and the deputy mayor contacted the media to interview me tomorrow. If I leave like this, what if the little loli sees me on TV in the future?
Future great architect bullying children?

No no no.

Han Qi shook his head to get rid of the embarrassment in his heart, walked over and squatted in front of the crying little Lolita and said, "Yeah, Sandy is just asleep, you can't see her when the snowman is lying down."

"Really?" Little Lolita's bright eyes flickered.

"Really." Han Qi nodded affirmatively.

After all, it was a child, and when he was tired from crying, he was carried back to the house by his mother, and Han Qi also walked slowly towards the hotel. On the way, he saw two little snowmen piled up in front of a supermarket.

But this one looks much more refined, round and cute.

Han Qi suddenly wanted to build a snowman himself.

He lives in a corner in Tianfu Province, and occasionally snow falls in winter, but at most a layer of one or two centimeters is laid on the car, and it is difficult to collect snow to make a half-person-high snowman.

Make one and give Sandy back to that little kid.

Thinking of this, Han Qi didn't plan to go back to the hotel anymore. He went into this supermarket and bought a red hat and scarf. The store also had buttons and carrots. Han Qi also bought a copy, and even bought ketchup.

Buttons and carrots are the eyes and nose, and ketchup can be used to draw the mouth.

Carrying the shopping bag and walking back again, fortunately, the street is a straight line. If Han Qi walks the winding street in such a deserted and dark environment, Han Qi himself doesn't know where he will go.

Han Qi couldn't remember the house where the little girl lived, but he remembered where he lay.

The lights in the house are still on, but no one can be seen from the window, and it is not known whether the child is asleep.

Han Qi threw the shopping bag on the ground, walked a little farther and rolled a snowball over, it looked big but was too loose, so Han Qi pressed it tightly into a round shape, then pushed it and rolled it around again.

After 10 minutes, the snowball finally looked a bit like it.

But at this time, Han Qi also had some pain in his waist. After resting for a few minutes, he pushed the second snowball. This snowball was simpler than the previous one, and it was two or three times smaller than the snowball below. It took Han Qi less than 10 minutes That's it.

It is also compacted and will not melt and collapse easily.

Fix the big snowball below, put the small one on top gently, and rotate it twice so that the two snowballs can come into closer contact.It still looks weird though, and that's when the scarf is needed.

As soon as the hat was put on, the scarf was tied up and a knot was tied, and a beautiful snowman appeared in this way.

On the second floor of the nearby yard, Clarice was leaning against the window looking at Han Qi who was busy.

She remembered that this person was the oriental man who toppled her daughter's snowman just now.

This was originally a small matter, but the snowman didn't take long to build, and the child's joy came very quickly, and he probably forgot about it tomorrow after sleeping, so Clarice didn't care.

But she didn't expect that Han Qi would go back and make another snowman downstairs.

If Han Qi hadn't come back, maybe she would soon forget about Han Qi. After all, this is Tromso, and there are many people who come here for tourism every year. There are all kinds of Asians and Africans, and it is impossible for her Everyone remembers.

But now she remembered Han Qi, and she might not forget him for a long time.

Downstairs, Han Qi is still busy. He has been busy building this snowman for almost an hour since he came back here. Now that he is finally finished, his mood is getting better and better.

Humming a song, Han Qi used tomato sauce to draw an upward arc on both sides.

This is the snowman's mouth.

Standing far away and looking at it...it is really beautiful, but it still seems to be missing some details.

After looking at the snowflakes falling from the sky, Han Qi went up to the snowman's chest and put two red dots on his snow-white down jacket, as if the snowman was also wearing a thick down jacket. The two red dots were the clothes. like buttons.

it's beautiful.

Han Qi nodded in satisfaction, took out his phone and took a photo, ready to post it on his Weibo.

"It's the first time in my life to build a snowman. I have nowhere to suppress my pride!"

(Figure)

Then Han Qi realized something was wrong.

Doesn't your Weibo only have 10,000+ followers?Why is it suddenly 40, and Wang Zheng bought me attention?

(End of this chapter)