My travels can open treasure chests

Chapter 137 Trista
"Where is the signal here?"

"Signal, do you want to call? I have a satellite phone here."

Trieste stood up to get Han Qi's phone, but Han Qi stopped her.

"Forget it, it's already night in our country, let's call tomorrow when we go down the mountain."

Han Qi was a little excited when he thought that he would have the opportunity to touch the real racing car, but he also knew that this matter would not be rushed for a while, and there was a big time difference between Norway and China, so it was better not to bother Trieste , I will contact Zhang Chi when I go down the mountain tomorrow.

After lunch, it was Han Qi's Fika time.

Fika is not an English word, nor is it a Norwegian word, but it means 'morning tea' or 'afternoon tea' in Swedish, but it is not complete.This is a habit that Han Qi learned from traveling in northern Norway and a Swede.

To put it bluntly, without Fika, Han Qi always felt that he would become negative during the long polar night.

The formation of habits is actually very fast. If you start to prepare a cup of coffee or hot milk after lunch every day in half a month, then this matter will be like a biological clock, reminding you every afternoon :
'Hey, let's do egg work, let's drink tea first. '

So Han Qi sat on the recliner in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, took coffee, and read the book "My Struggle" that he had put down before.

After tidying up the tableware, Trieste went to the study and sat in the living room with painting utensils and a guitar, and said to Han Qi, "You know what? You look like a nobleman now."

Han Qi looked at the book without looking back, put the cup on the table, and said, "Master is in a good mood today. By the way, the coffee is very good."

Trieste didn't speak, she mixed the paints, glanced at Han Qi who was shaking the seat from time to time, and looked seriously at the book in her hand.

It's really great to know him, Trieste looked at Han Qi and thought silently in her heart.

Last year was the most unforgettable year in her life. At the beginning of the year, her parents died in a car accident, and then she proposed to break up with her boyfriend whom she had known for almost ten years... Although they had been strangers for a long time, Cui Cui still got the news. Stuart was heartbroken.

The turning point is in the second half of the year.

After getting to know Han Qi, I gradually discovered his excellence.

This feeling is like picking up a small stone that only you like on the beach, but one day you find that this small stone is actually a priceless gem.

Alas, what shall I do?

Han Qi didn't know that the woman beside him was thinking so much, and he was now concentrating on reading.

He couldn't remember how long he hadn't sat and read like this, and the surrounding was very quiet, only the faint sound of Triste drawing and his own flipping the book, and the sunlight outside the window happened to shine in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The heat from the sun seemed to be warmer than the heating in the room.

My Struggle 1 is about the Norwegian writer Karl Ove Knausgaard's own story, which is his autobiography.

But unlike other autobiographies, this one has the finest detail, and an immersive pathos.The author is not afraid to express the anxiety that everyone has, and he is not worried about his own innocence and embarrassment. The daily life in it is vivid, straightforward and touching.

Trieste started to write slowly, and the draft of the painting was almost finished.

What she painted was Han Qi sitting on a recliner and reading a book. Now the specific details cannot be seen on the canvas, but the picture already exists in Trieste's mind.Han Qi's eyes are looking at the book, with a calm and serious expression, the background is a small pond and the sun outside the glass window.

She had already thought of a name, and it was called Lonely Man.

She knew that Han Qi had an optimistic personality and liked to travel, but maybe she thought too much, and always felt that there was a gap between Han Qi and reality.

Trieste decided to draw Han Qi in her heart.

Time passed quickly, and the shadows in the room gradually slanted, and finally the sky turned orange-red.

It was dusk.

Trieste put away the painting carefully, this painting must not be seen by Han Qi.

Han Qi wants to use one of his paintings as a birthday present for himself, so he will keep this painting. When Han Qi’s birthday comes later, he will give this painting to him. They are all oil paintings. Time to compare who can draw better.

Triste rolled her eyes with a smile.

He turned on the light for Han Qi who was still reading, and walked into the kitchen to make dinner by himself.

It is very difficult to read in the evening light, and Han Qi has long recovered from the state of being addicted to reading, and just wants to continue reading this chapter.

What a good book... Han Qi stretched himself.

He rarely reads physical books, but seeing this book suddenly today really inspired a lot of desire to read.Fortunately, I was in a mountain forest without internet, otherwise I would not have been able to keep reading for such a long time without the habit of reading.

He picked up the guitar brought out by Trieste, played it once, and slowly tuned it.

Tuning this kind of guitar that has been idle for a long time is a very arduous project. It is better for people like Han Qi who have a sense of sound, otherwise you have to use software or a piano to compare, strum the strings, and tune until the tuning is perfect. .

After 15 minutes, Trieste came out with a plate and went to get milk from the refrigerator.

Han Qi put down his guitar and said, "The electricity is connected, but the communication tower hasn't been built yet."

"It used to be there, but I don't know why it collapsed." Trieste explained, "It takes a lot of money to re-establish it, so we didn't buy it, and we don't come back often anyway."

Han Qi looked at the scenery outside the window and said, "If it were me, I would definitely choose to live here often. The scenery is so beautiful."

Trieste said that she got used to it.

The meal was finished quickly, and Western food was not as troublesome as Chinese food. Trieste packed the plates into the kitchen, didn’t even wash them, ran out after rubbing her hands, pointed at the guitar and said, “It’s time to sing, it’s time to sing.” Sing!!"

When Han Qi lived in her house, she could often hear Han Qi sing. Yesterday she also asked Han Qi to sing two songs, but she was obviously not satisfied.

People who like to listen to music will never reject Han Qi's singing.

"Don't worry." Han Qi looked around the room and said, "Let's go outside."

Walking out of the warm room, the temperature dropped so quickly that Han Qi had goose bumps all over his body and sneezed hard.

But the scenery outside the house is worth Han Qi's appreciation in the cold wind, not to mention that he just came out of the warm house suddenly and felt uncomfortable, and now he feels much more comfortable after sneezing.

The pond in front of the house is completely different from the daytime scenery, or the pond is just a mirror, which preserves the warm sunshine during the day and the endless starry sky at night.

Trieste sat down on a snowdrift beside her and looked at Han Qi: "What do you want to sing?"

Han Qi was also thinking about it, and finally decided not to waste the current scene, and directly used up an exchange coupon.

Better scenes will definitely lead to better songs, Han Qi firmly believes in this.

【Are you sure you want to use the finished song voucher? 】

"determine."

A new song soon appeared in Han Qi's mind.

English song?
Han Qi quickly recalled the song, there are starry sky, flowers...

It seems to be commemorating a certain painter... But I changed the lyrics a little bit, and it is quite suitable for the present.

Han Qi glanced at Trieste.

"What are you looking at me for? Sing quickly."

"Okay." Han Qi sat down beside her, touching the head of the piano with his left hand.

"The song is called Trista."

When Trieste heard her name, it took two seconds for her to react.

My name is the title of the song?
　I was scolded, it is indeed a bit of a calvin, the writing is not good, forgive me

　　
　
(End of this chapter)