My travels can open treasure chests

Chapter 230 Welcome to Butler
The Buttlec Mine is located in southwestern England, in Cornwall.

If the whole of England is regarded as a seahorse, the Bartlek Mine is at the tip of the seahorse's tail, surrounded by sea,

On the third day after leaving Huaxia, the bus dropped Han Qi in this small village filled with sea fog.Seeing off the noisy bus, the empty road in front of you can't help but feel a little dazed.

Is this where Dale painted the painting?
He had arrived in England late the night before, beating jet lag all day before boarding a train to Cornwall.

It took a lot of effort along the way, taking trains, coaches, taxis, and buses.

"It doesn't look like the place in the painting."

Han Qi dragged his luggage and walked forward.

There is a road sign on the bus platform, which clearly marks the location of the town.In such a situation where there are road signs and there is only one road, it is absolutely impossible for Han Qi to go wrong.

The small road in the village is so quiet that people don't feel that this is a place where people live, and the unknown wild flowers along the road accompanied Han Qi all the way, leading him to the village.

He originally thought it would take a long time to walk, but Han Qi saw the house in just a few minutes.

It's so small that you can see from one end to the other at a glance.

But the hotel was very conspicuous, Han Qi saw it when he walked in, so he hurried to open a room and put all his luggage in it.

I didn't carry anything on my hands or back, so it was much more comfortable.

Take the SLR bag and go downstairs.

The owner of the hotel was a fat woman. When she saw Han Qi coming down, she nodded her head and continued to watch TV.

"Boss, where do we go to the beach?"

"You're going to the beach, we don't have a beach here, there are reefs everywhere."

"I didn't go to see the beach, I just wanted to take pictures of the sea."

Han Qi gestured with the DSLR of his mobile phone, proving that he was there to take pictures.

"Take a picture, the scenery here is very beautiful." She walked out of the bar, pointed to Han Qi in a direction outside and said, "There is a stone road going out from the house over there, just follow it. At the end of the walk is the beach, and you can still follow this road to come back.”

Han Qi nodded and said, "Understood, thank you boss."

The road here is the same as the path leading into the village before, with unknown wild flowers on both sides.This kind of flower is only found on both sides of the road. It makes people feel that the flower grows from the cracks in the stones, and welcomes people who walk through this road.

After walking for 10 minutes, the sound of the waves became louder and louder, and then Han Qi saw the gray sea.

The waves here have obvious ups and downs. The sea water washes over wave after wave, and white splashes appear on the reef, but the sea in the distance is still very blue. Summer is actually the most suitable time to watch the sea. You can see the inside of the book. The kind of blue sea written.

He slowed down and looked around.

There are abandoned houses here and there, some big, some small, like single-person dormitories.

Han Qi didn't understand their past use, and didn't know whether these houses were used for work or living in the past. He could only imagine their past glory in his mind...but their dilapidated appearance made Han Qi even imagine It was very difficult.

That painting was drawn by Dale in the [-]s, before Han Qi was even born.

And now, 20 years have passed, and it is still in an area like the seaside where buildings are prone to rapid aging, so it is understandable that they look deserted.

Buttlec Mine, as the name suggests, is a very old mine.

On the way here, Han Qi searched for news here. It is said that this mine was developed as early as the 16th century. The depth of the mine on the seabed can reach 500 meters, and the building painted by Dale is the original engine room.

After centuries of glory, mining activity stopped completely in the 19th century as the prices of tin and copper fell, and then gradually became the depression it is now.

There are so many abandoned houses here, it's hard to find them.

Han Qi kept walking along the road by the sea, and saw more buildings along the way, most of which were made of stone, and only stone can exist in such an environment for so many years.

However, they are all the same as the buildings I saw when I first arrived at the beach. They are completely weathered and uninhabitable, as if they could collapse at any time.

But there are still few real collapses. At most, the roof has collapsed, and the main structure of the house is still very strong.This made Han Qi interested in the designers at the time. How did they make the house stand by the sea for centuries without collapsing?
In the distance, Han Qi saw a familiar chimney on a house.

But at the same time, the sky quickly turned cloudy, and Han Qi, who had been in Europe for a while, knew it was a sign of rain.But he didn't want to go back at this time, so he speeded up and ran towards the familiar house. He had a hunch that it was the place where Dale painted.

Han Qi couldn't tell what attracted her to that painting, let's talk about the painting method, but it was drawn by Dale when she was a teenager, so it was a bit jerky.

Sometimes it's just weird, you just fall in love with something that other people think is very simple.

Before it rained, Han Qi ran to the house.

Sure enough, sea water, reefs, lawns, wild flowers.

All right, here it is.

The haze came faster and faster, the wind muddied the sea and pushed the mist to blur the horizon in the distance.

In this chaos, what attracts Han Qi the most is not the turbulent sea, not the wild flowers dancing with the strong wind, but the orange moss covering the house.This piece of autumn orange makes the gloomy environment stand out, jumping out of the original dullness.

These mosses are also moving, and the wind is really strong, making the moss and flowers that are tightly attached to the stone dance together.

Han Qi looked around with the camera, then left the path and climbed up the mountain behind the house.

Those who have seen the other side of the island should know that most of the places with many reefs are bare mountains, and these mountains are also layered.The house Dale painted is on the rock closest to the sea, and behind him is a platform raised seven or eight meters, and there are other houses behind the platform.

But those houses are not what Han Qi wants to know.

On this small platform, he finally found the most beautiful scenery structure and the most beautiful rainy weather scenery that he has seen since coming to the UK.

Yes, rainy day.

The rain slapped down quickly, accompanied by the strong wind, and it was quite painful to hit the face.

He took a photo just now, which should be the best photo today.Rainy days are not suitable for taking pictures. If you want to take pictures of other beautiful scenery here, you have to wait until tomorrow at least. If it is still raining tomorrow, then continue to postpone.

In any case, a sunny day when you can see the sun is the best day to take pictures.

After all, photography is the art of light and shadow. Without the light and shadow provided by the sun, where would art come from?
Around the building, there are also many unmissable views in every frame.

Looking down is a gray-blue sea with a little mist and a somewhat frosted texture, and looking up is a hazy sky with constant winds, and a bird overlooking all living beings stands on the top of the chimney of the house.

Look carefully, it's a crow.

The wild flowers around resist the sea breeze, and some small flower buds that have not bloomed before bloom smiling faces in such a rainy day. There is a piece of white feather flying in the air, which is left by some bird.

The more intense confrontation between the waves and the rocks makes a sound of opening Coke, which makes people feel refreshed in summer.But the rock's idea is different from that of the audience, after all, they are the ones who suffer.

The stone can't move, it can only resist the invasion of the waves day after day, as if singing a classical song that never compromises.

Looking back, there are even larger buildings on the top of the mountain, like ancient castles and fortresses.

But Han Qi had to go back.

He didn't bring an umbrella when he came out. Even if he was fine in this weather, he was worried about whether his mobile phone and camera would get wet from the rain.

Returning along the same road, I took off my jacket to barely protect my phone and camera from the rain.

A few minutes later, he saw a yellow umbrella on the path, and someone was walking towards Han Qi with an umbrella.

Going further down is the seaside and cliffs. Who would come to the seaside in such weather?
Because the umbrella blocked the view and the rain helped to cover up the sound, Han Qi and that person didn't know what the person on the other side looked like until they got close.But when the umbrella was raised suddenly, Han Qi saw an acquaintance.

I met him once, so I should be an acquaintance.

The hostess of the hotel.

Her fat body walked very slowly on such a road, and the shoes under her feet were completely soaked by the rain.

Seeing Han Qi, she happily handed out the umbrella she was holding in the other hand.

"Damn the weather, it's often like this recently, I'll send you an umbrella out."

"You came here specifically to find me?"

"That's right, let's go back quickly. My husband made chicken soup at home. It's a method learned by a Chinese old man. I made it specially for you."

Han Qi was speechless.

He took the umbrella, and when the proprietress turned around, Han Qi was still standing there in the posture of receiving the umbrella, but his eyes were very agile. He looked at this foreign female boss. She might be ordinary and fat, but Mind... really beautiful.

She was still rambling about the weather.

Han Qi moved, chuckled, and opened the umbrella.

The coat was out of the question.

After returning from the beach, the rain made this coat completely soaked in rainwater and turned into a soaked handkerchief. I had to hold it first and wait until I returned to the hotel to wash and dry it.

Han Qi followed behind her, occasionally saying something.

The accent here is rather strange, but Han Qi understands it strangely.

Perhaps it was because he chose English as the language at the beginning. Although he can only speak London accent and New York accent, he can understand others no matter what accent they speak in English.

"Why did you come here?" the female boss asked.

"Why... Maybe it's because of a painting, Dale of Norway, Miss Gladys painted a painting here 20 years ago, and she gave it to me, so I chased after the painting."

"Ah, it's a painter, are you too?"

"Yes, me too."

Han Qi nodded. When he said painter just now, the female boss was very happy, so Han Qi also casually said that he is a painter.

It was true at first, and it is estimated that the whole world will know about my paintings in the near future.

Since Han Qi's paintings are relatively popular in Dale Gallery, Dale decided to hold a touring exhibition to promote the paintings in his gallery, and at the same time exhibit the paintings to other art students in Europe. Of course, the protagonist must be Han Qi's " daytime".

Another one is Xu Yanmei's art exhibition in Huaxia, which is still in preparation, and it should be able to influence some Chinese painters by then.

When the two returned to the hotel, some dishes had already been set on the table on the first floor, including some vegetables and milk. The staple food was big meatballs, which looked like lion heads, but they were obviously not. There was no soup in the plate.

It should just look like it.

As soon as the female boss entered the room, she complained about the weather, and then introduced: "This is my husband, Lucian Andre, you can call him Andre."

Andre has gray hair, brushed back with gel, that shines brightly in the lights.The clothes are a kind of suit, like a casual suit, but also a bit like a dress. It is a very gentlemanly dress, a bit like the British in Han Qi's impression.

Is this the British style?

Andre had a kind face. Seeing his wife and the guests who just arrived today came back, he said with a smile: "This is fried cheese fish balls, a food we occasionally eat in England. But I heard Kitty say that a Chinese guest came. I just decided to make a chicken soup for you, and it is still cooking, do you want to see it?"

Kitty said aggressively: "What are you looking at now? Guest, go take a shower first."

"That's right, go take a shower first." Andre was a little annoyed, he forgot that the guest was caught in the rain.

The couple's reaction was very interesting, Han Qi's smile was very warm, and he went to the room to take a shower first.

There were no other guests in this hotel, and it was very quiet along the way.But after thinking about it, I know that if there are other guests, they should be invited by Andre and the others to have dinner together.

When I went downstairs again, there was already a small casserole for soup on the table.

It should be chicken soup, right?

It looks like that, the soup is very thick, like coffee, and the aroma is very positive.

"Guest, come and have a taste." Andre still warmly invited.

Han Qi said: "It smells delicious, what's the name of this dish?"

"The chef who taught me how to make it said it was some kind of mushroom stewed chicken. I forgot what mushroom it was, so I used the mushrooms we usually eat. It still looks very similar. I have made it before and eaten it, and the taste is not bad."

They have a meal-sharing system here, and they prepared an English dinner for Han Qi, and the chicken soup was also specially made for Han Qi.

"This...how about we eat together?"

Made a dish just for myself.

It would be a little embarrassing if I just ate it like this.

"Eat, we've all eaten before."

The chubby female boss was eating cheese fish balls bursting with calories, with a layer of cream sprayed on them just now, she said: "I'm not very used to Chinese food, you can eat it, anyway, our hotel is what we eat for our guests What, old rules."

Andre nodded and said, "Welcome to Bartlek."

(End of this chapter)