My travels can open treasure chests

Chapter 176

Buy a ticket and walk towards the platform. Inside the main entrance is an escalator leading to the platform on the basement level.There may have been a train arriving at the station, and many people rushed up from below.

The two of them brought too many things, and walked down with difficulty against the flow of people.

And there are some benches by the aisle on both sides of the escalator, and the passengers who have already got off sit quietly on them and wait for the train.

There are many ways to pass the time. Some people are reading books seriously, some are concentrating on flipping through some documents, and some are playing with mobile phones or game consoles leisurely, which is another kind of contrast with the hurried passengers.

Reading in such an environment should be very good, Han Qi thought.

He used to have a hard time concentrating on things. It was the same when he was in school. Now that he has got a literary talent and started writing books, it is the same.

But he has a good idea, which is to go to a coffee shop or search white noise on the computer.

Although the train station is a bit noisy, strictly speaking, it is also a kind of white noise. Reading or creating in such an environment will make you more concentrated, which is very beneficial for reading and writing.

Han Qi and Kerry got down and found a bench to sit down.

For Han Qi, the way of killing time is different again.

He was looking at this century-old building.

A hundred years ago, there was no such thing as a train in China, and the rulers at that time listed any new things as strange skills.Even if the train track is repaired and the train is bought, it is pushed and pulled by manpower, without steam or electricity.

While looking at the details of the building, Han Qi thought about the current situation of the motherland.

Fortunately, they were not allowed to continue to rule, otherwise who knows what it will be like now.

Those who got out of the train went up the stairs, and the rest sat on chairs and waited for the next train to leave. The surroundings were relatively quiet, except for the upstairs hall where there was some noise.

Han Qi stood up and said to Kerry, "I'll go shopping by myself for a while."

Kerry looked at the newspaper provided by the subway station, nodded and said, "Well, you go, I'll call you when the train comes."

Everyone was sitting, and only Han Qi walked up and down, looking at the ceiling and sometimes at the hanging windows in the distance.

But no one was bothered, and Han Qi was clearly admiring the train station, which many Finns feel very proud of.When Han Qi noticed that they were looking over, many people would smile at Han Qi.

Although Han Qi was the only one walking, in fact he didn't feel out of place at all.

I am just admiring the history of this train station, and I am not fundamentally different from those who read books and newspapers.

He thinks that such a long-standing city should have many people who appreciate beauty quietly and quietly in a corner, reading and appreciating the history of the city, and this train station may be the best place.

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挪威
Trieste brought Han Qi's paintings to Bergen, and it was time to get off work. She did not go back with her painting tube, but drove to a gallery that had been reserved online, where she provided oil painting framing services.

"My name is Trieste. I had an appointment with Miss Dale yesterday."

The front desk checked the information and said: "Is it framed? There is a lounge on the right side of the corridor, you go in and sit down first, and I will help you inform Dale, what do you want to drink?"

"No thanks."

Triest went to the lounge and sat down, looking at the decoration in this room.

Sure enough, it is the best gallery in Bergen. The decoration materials are too delicate, right?
After being praised by a group of friends, after all, Trieste did not go to a small framing shop in Oslo to give Han Qi’s painting a further treatment, but was going to spend a lot of money to the best gallery in Bergen to have the oil painting done. Framed.

Perhaps this painting can be left to future generations.

He wasn't surprised by Han Qi's skills. He seemed to think that Han Qi was already so good, with good design and professional painting. Then who knew that Han Qi would not become a great designer or painter in the future?
Dale walked in a few minutes later.

Dale is a woman who is almost 40 years old, but she looks very young. People in her [-]s and [-]s believe it, which completely shatters some people's rumors that European women age quickly.

"Hi, are you Triste?"

"Yes, I am Triste Yuri, and this is a painting." Triste took out the oil painting from the painting tube.

Dale is much more professional, and she always wears white gloves on her hands.

Unfolding this painting, Dale, like many people, first noticed the colors in it, as if the whole room was black and white before, but the colors in this painting embellish this black and white, making people impressed profound.

Before seeing what the painting looked like, a word appeared in Dale's mind.

Impressionism?
But after seeing the painting, she understood that this is not Impressionism, it is obviously Classicism.

"This painter is quite retro." She admired.

Then she realized a problem, looked up at Trieste, and then looked down at the painting... This is the same person, could it be that this painting was given to this girl by an artist?

"This is……"

Trieste said with a smile: "It is me on the painting. It was given to me by a friend on my birthday a few days ago. I want to frame it and keep it for collection."

Dale thought to herself... friend?Boyfriend.There is so much love in this painting, I can't see how it has blinded my taste for so many years.But using paintings to express one's love is really romantic. I don't know what the relationship between the two is now.

"It should be collected well. May I ask who this painter is?"

"Han Qi, he is from China."

"Huaxia people?" Dale was a little surprised.

She didn't discriminate against Huaxia, and even many of her friends in the industry were from Huaxia, but he didn't see any shadow of Huaxia in this painting, and he always thought it was a well-known European painter before.

Dale called someone to take the painting to her workshop, and then sent Triste out, saying:
"Mr. Han's paintings already have their own style, which integrates the essence of Impressionism into the classical school. I like his paintings very much. If possible, I would like to know his contact information from you. Our gallery hopes to collect his works .”

Trieste felt that this should be a good thing, but she didn't directly give them Han Qi's phone number.
"I'll call him when I get home, and I'll help you talk to him then, but I can't guarantee the specifics. I'll give you news as soon as I have news."

"thank you very much."

After sending Trieste out the door, she returned to the workshop and carefully looked at the picture under the soft light.

I really can't believe this is the work of a Chinese painter. It seems that I haven't been out for a long time. My news is outdated. When I finish framing this painting, I will call my old friend and ask her. I didn't know that such an excellent painter had appeared in my motherland.

(End of this chapter)