My travels can open treasure chests

Chapter 136 The Cabin in the Woods
Han Qi upgraded his sketch a while ago.

Just as he thought, a beginner in sketching directly became a painter, and he knew more techniques.

The occupation given to Han Qi by the system is relatively general, but there are still some changes in details when it comes to Han Qi.For example, calligraphers, although Han Qi knows many kinds of handwriting, Zhao Ji's thin gold script is the most familiar and proficient.

The profession of painter is also similar to calligraphy, even more complicated, with too many thoughts and techniques, but when it comes to Han Qi, most of them can draw well, and the only ones who can be regarded as proficient are still A few kinds.

Western classical oil paintings, sketches, and Chinese meticulous paintings.

The system is still very close to reality. If Han Qi learned painting from an early age, he would probably follow the path of classicism. He doesn’t like modernism and impressionism very much, but Han Qi also likes Gongbi through memory.

The sketch is probably given as a gift, who said that his career as a painter is upgraded from sketch.

The sketch was drawn very quickly, and Han Qi roughly drew what he wanted to express on this piece of paper, and finally looked at it carefully with his hand, and said with satisfaction: "It's done."

"Okay?" Triste jumped over quickly, reaching out to take the sketch in Han Qi's hand. "let me see."

Han Qi quickly put his hands behind his back, shook his head and said, "No, I want to give you this as a gift."

Trieste's bright eyes flickered slightly.

"Gift... well, then I won't read it, hum, who knows how well you draw."

"Don't worry." Han Qi said with a smile.

Halfway through the sketch, Han Qi remembered that Trieste's birthday was approaching.

Oil painting is a bit time-consuming, but there are still two months, enough time to complete this work by myself.

Turning around, the corners of Trieste's lips turned up, obviously not as indifferent as she said. She remembered that she only casually mentioned her birthday at Christmas, but Han Qi remembered it so clearly and gave her a painting.

Little boy, you are very caring.

Putting aside the emotions of missing his family in his mind, he led Han Qi to open the door of the room.

Today's Norway is not ancient. Norwegians without modern life also like to build their own secret small room in the mountains and forests, but at most they will only be powered on to turn on the lights.And now the cabin in the forest has everything, coffee machine, heating, refrigerator, TV...

It looks like a modern villa.

It's just that it still can't solve the problem of no network.

But obviously, Norwegians don’t care about this. The two days of rest in the mountains and forests were originally for escaping urban life. Without the Internet, it’s in their arms. Sit and watch the snowflakes fall in the mountains and forests, drink a cup of hot milk or coffee, and read a normal book. No time to read books, this kind of life is what Norwegians want.

Han Qi also likes it very much.

There is a floor-to-ceiling window in the house that is nearly three meters high and two meters wide. After opening the curtains, you can see the small pond outside and enjoy the warm sunshine in winter. Han Qi’s eyesight is very good now, and he can still see To the little animals jumping in the forest.

Inside the house, there was a reclining chair under the glass window. Han Qi sat on it as soon as he entered the door, and picked up a book at hand.

"Mein Kampf 1: Father's Funeral"

I flipped through a few pages.

It's like an autobiography.

Unlike Han Qi who just found a place to sit when entering the house, Trieste first went to the kitchen to have a look, then took out the fresh vegetables she brought from her backpack, took off her coat, straightened her chest and tied her hair into a ponytail. Han Qi couldn't take his eyes off the set operation.

The feeling of a good wife and mother.

This is the life I used to live in my dream, right?

Going home with my wife, sitting on the sofa and playing with my mobile phone, my wife puts down the vegetables she just bought, puts on her apron and prepares to cook... The difference may be that I never imagined such a beautiful house in my dreams. Not his wife.

Trieste tied up her hair, picked up a pillow from the sofa and threw it towards Han Qi: "Where are you looking?"

Han Qi blocked it with both hands, hugged her in her arms, and said with a smile, "Of course it's up to you."

"Little pervert, don't sit still, you feel tired after walking such a short distance, are you a man? Get up and help me clean the room."

She hasn't been home for two weeks, and some things in the house have to be changed, washed, and checked to see if any small animals have come in.

Han Qi got up helplessly and checked everywhere, and finally found a piece of good news.

It's not that small animals have come in, but that there seems to be nothing to clean up in this house. Although Trieste said that she hasn't come back for ten days and a half months, these rooms are still clean and tidy, without any dust at all.

The house has four bedrooms and a study room with a lot of painting tools and a guitar hanging on the wall.

It seems that Trieste also studied art before.

In fact, it is not uncommon for designers to draw a few pictures no matter what direction they are in.

Take the guitar off the hook.

Open the bag and take out the guitar inside.

This guitar is not bad, LA-CATEDRAL, a top-notch handmade acoustic guitar, but Han Qi soon discovered that the pitch of the guitar was outrageous, it seems that no one has used it for a long time.That's right, Trieste herself doesn't know any musical instruments, or she doesn't have much musical ability.

This should belong to her parents, or a former boyfriend.

Hang it up again, and when you look back, you can see Trieste leaning against the door.

"You don't play a bomb?"

"Now? Do you want to hear it?"

"I think...but let's have lunch first, and then you sing to me. I haven't heard you sing for a long time."

Han Qi nodded and said, "No problem."

Today's lunch was started by Trieste, with salad, milk and white bread, the main food was cheese toast burger, and a tomato puree.Very good, very Western style, even the vegetable salad is packed with salad dressing and melted cheese, bursting with heat.

Han Qi was not afraid. He sat down and started to eat hamburgers. He asked, "Miss Trieste, how do you keep in shape?"

"Stay in shape? Jog five kilometers every morning?"

"Five kilometers? Excuse me."

Han Qi can run five kilometers, but it is impossible for him to give up sleep and go for a run in the morning.

While eating, Han Qi wanted to take out his mobile phone to scan station B for a while, and when he turned on the mobile phone, he saw two missed calls, one was from a former classmate, and the other was marked with the name Zhang Chi, he thought for a while before remembering Who is Zhang Chi?

That racing driver you met in Shanghai?
Did he get his car done?
Han Qi had an appointment with him before, and said that he would let Han Qi experience the racing car when it was ready. Han Qi wondered if the other party would forget about him. After all, he didn't help him, but today he suddenly saw this call .

It is very possible to let yourself drive a race car.

I just wanted to dial back, but I couldn't get through. I saw that there was no signal at all.

(End of this chapter)