My travels can open treasure chests

Chapter 289 The Eternal Sun Shines on the Eternal City
Before formally painting, Han Qi used to make a rough draft with a sketch.

His painting skills have been upgraded from sketching. For him, sketching is his old friend, and he likes to draw two pictures for everything.And it's easy to carry, just put it in the bag that holds the notebook.

Before he could start drawing himself, Sir Contao called.

"Han Qi, I heard that you have returned to Rome?"

"Yes, I haven't painted a self-portrait before, and I suddenly sounded a little itchy, so I came back."

"That's a pity." Sir Kangtao sighed, "I have invited many artists who want to know you, and it seems that they may make an empty trip."

"I'm very sorry."

Han Qi didn't know that he had specially invited some people because of himself, otherwise Han Qi would have come back one day late.

It always feels a little impolite now.

If those who wanted to get to know Han Qi came over, but found that they went to Rome alone during the day, then maybe they failed to get to know Han Qi, and offended some people... It's uncertain, there are a lot of narrow-minded people.

The old man said:

"You don't have to feel sorry. I told them just now that inspiration is the most important thing as an artist, and they all understand. One more thing, you are my guest when you come to Italy, so I will take care of all your consumption in Italy. Packed."

"..."

This is too polite.

How to pack it?

Han Qi refrained from asking, and hung up the phone after chatting casually.

He is still thinking about the package consumption that the old man said, could it be that he sent me 100 million euros to my bank card?

But then the hotel's phone rang, and the voice on the other side told Han Qi that no matter how long he stayed, his room fee would be treated as free, that is, Han Qi didn't need to spend any money to stay here.

It turned out to be such a free order.

He knows where I live?
After a while, Evelina also called, and she said, "Did old Kangtao call you? He asked me where you were just now, and I said you were inspired and went back to Rome."

"Nice job."

Han Qi gave her a thumbs up.

No wonder the old man is so reasonable. As an artist, it is normal to run around when inspired, and everyone will be very tolerant, let alone Italy, which has a strong artistic atmosphere.

"When did this happen?"

"Two or ten minutes ago, I'll come out to get some air, and I'll call you by the way."

"Okay, thank you."

After hanging up the phone, Han Qi was still amazed at the boss' connections.

In 10 minutes, I knew where I lived, and I didn't know how to get my consumption free.

Is this the capitalist?
This kind of energy Han Qi didn't even dare to think about it.

Han Qi sat on the sofa and watched the phone for about 10 minutes. The phone was completely silent, and Han Qi breathed a sigh of relief, and went back to his bedroom desk to start sketching.

How would I present myself?
Han Qi recalled what he looked like, and quickly scribbled on the paper, but after only a minute or so, before the sketch was drawn, Han Qi crumpled it up and threw it into the trash can.

What the hell, am I painting a portrait?

unlucky.

Opening his notebook, Han Qi searched for several well-known self-portraits. These painters performed well. They may not be as good as Han Qi in terms of color, but they are worthy of being masters in terms of painting skills. It's as if the people inside can speak at any time.

And there are very few people who draw frontal busts.

Drawing one by one, the trash can was quickly filled with waste paper.

He was not satisfied at all.

In fact, Han Qi has already realized that painting others and painting himself are obviously two different concepts. It is obviously more difficult to draw a self-portrait for yourself than to help others, and it is not an ordinary difficulty.

How many people can clearly understand their own?
When Han Qi observes a person, he can quickly start with some small movements and restore the person's expression and temperament on the drawing paper.

He had painted this kind of painting before and sold it to passers-by at a stall.

But now it is just to complicate the simple sketch and express it with oil painting, which is not as difficult as Han Qi thought at first.

But now he has got into the horns, he doesn't care what it feels like to paint for others, he just wants to paint his own self-portrait... It's just a sketch or a sketch, and it only takes a few minutes to complete a picture, which is impossible for me tonight Can't even complete a self-portrait?
At two o'clock in the morning, Han Qi, who hadn't rested all day, had bloodshot eyes.

The last one, the drawing is not easy to draw.

The trash can obviously couldn't bear so much rubbish, so it sprang up, but there were still clumped scraps of manuscripts scattered all over the place... By the way, as long as these scraps can be confirmed to be Han Qi's paintings, they can be sold at a high price in minutes .

So this is not waste paper, but banknotes.

No one is aware of the problem now.

This one was also finished, Han Qi put away his pen and stood up to take a closer look.

"Am I so proud?"

Han Qi looked at the painting, then went to look in the mirror.

The self in the mirror is a bit haggard, but the eyebrows and eyes are very gentle, which should give people a peaceful impression.But the self in the painting has an inexplicable arrogance. If you change your hairstyle, clothes, and have a cigarette in your mouth, you will be dragged to the limit.

Han Qi frowned, rubbed it, and threw it away.

"What the hell."

He painted all night, some were restrained, some were extroverted, some were laughing, some were silent and depressed, but Han Qi was not satisfied with all of them, feeling that he was not his real self.

If it goes on, he's going to be schizophrenic.

Call it a day, quit.

Han Qi angrily kicked away the ball of paper blocking his way, washed up and went to bed.

On the second day, Han Qi stopped painting and planned to travel to some famous scenic spots in Rome.

After all, my time in Italy will be relatively short, and I will go to Norway to look at houses in a short time, so the time is still a bit tight.Today and tomorrow, I will read the style of Rome first, and then I will go to Florence to have a look.

Han Qi's impression of the city of Rome is actually the Colosseum.

It's still the bus going to Cantao Wine Estate, and stops at the site of the ancient Roman ruins.

This time, Han Qi didn't care too much, and used the translation on his mobile phone to control the journey, and Ctrip's navigation was also very accurate in such a big city, and the bus route was translated very accurately.

The ancient Roman ruins are a huge archaeological excavation area consisting of Roman temples, squares and government buildings. Most of the buildings left here have a history of more than 2000 years and were once the economic and political center of ancient Rome.

Rome was once a glorious civilization, but now it is just a city in Italy.

Han Qi came outside the ruins, looked at the dilapidated buildings inside, took a photo and posted it on Weibo.

"I don't understand the inheritance, but I'm curious why Italy doesn't continue to use the name Rome. Personally, I think Rome sounds better and makes more sense."

Han Qi walked inside while looking at his phone.

He also wanted to see what netizens would reply.

Apart from some meaningless replies, he quickly saw something dry.

"The current Italians are not the Romans they used to be. Why do they name their country after Rome? Rome experienced too many wars in ancient times, just like the chaos of our country, and was finally unified by the current Italy."

"Europe will never be called united."

"Speaking of Rome and Italy, brothers, do you know what country the original Persian Empire is now?"

He liked the explaining message, and then scrolled down, trying to find the problem that the person behind said.

Han Qi is also very curious about what country Persia is now.

But after reading a lot of articles, it seems that this person just came out and asked, without even thinking about explaining.

Han Qi had no choice but to find this message again and asked:
"What is it?"

Before the original owner could speak, someone saw Han Qi's reply and explained:

"Persia is now Iran."

"It's Iran."

Han Qi couldn't believe it. After searching on Baidu, he found that Persia is really the current Iran, and the main ethnic group is Persians. This country has simply declined naturally.

What kind of renaissance is this supposed to be?
He thought that China was already the worst among the overlord civilizations on the earth before, but now he found an even worse one, such a powerful Persian Empire, which is now a target that everyone can bully, which is too ridiculous.

The place where the bus stopped was a bit far from the entrance, but it didn't feel too difficult to walk while chatting, and it came quickly.

Han Qi's first impression of the ancient Roman ruins was desolation.

It doesn't seem so cold?

It is still summer, and the sun is scorching the ground. Although Italy’s August is not as exaggerated as cracking eggs on the ground, the strong ultraviolet rays are not weaker than China’s. After a long time in the sun, everything will be distorted... in The habit of carrying an umbrella developed in England saved him, and he opened it in a hurry.

The architectural structures here are exquisite and magnificent, but most of them have become ruins. There is no building in the scenic spot that can block the sun, and tourists can only feel a little short-term shade under these dilapidated eaves.

Wait until it's not so hot, then continue to browse, and then find a place to hide from the sun.

Holding an umbrella, Han Qi walked in the 'Eternal City'.

You don't need to experience it deliberately, just look at the dilapidated buildings, broken Roman columns, and grand triumphal arch, and you will feel a deep and heavy historical atmosphere.

Few countries in the world can have this heritage.

It's like an open-air history museum, where you don't need any guides to read the wind and frost of these cultural relics.

There are no modern things in the whole site, only some stairs were built in some places where walking is difficult, so that tourists can pass through, and other buildings basically remain the same...that is, they have not been repaired and collapsed naturally.

This is also a characteristic of ancient Western architecture. They used stones to build houses, while ancient China used to use wood. Therefore, after thousands of years, people can still see the appearance of these buildings at that time.

Although it is broken, what does it matter?

Standing in such a place, as long as you close your eyes, you can return to Rome thousands of years ago.

Continue to move forward, and when you reach the end, you can overlook the ancient Roman Colosseum at the foot of the mountain.

He picked up the SLR and took a picture of the Colosseum in the distance.

Stand for a while, go back the same way.

He sighed, turned around and walked back. The tourists around him rarely showed happy smiles, and many of them jumped back and forth with surprised and heavy expressions.Visiting such attractions is like watching a good movie with heavy themes.

No one will laugh out loud while watching a movie like this.

But it can't be said that this movie is bad.

When visiting this historic site, Han Qi was in such a mood.

On the way, he heard a couple talking in English next to him.

She seemed to be about the same age as Han Qi, and her accent should be American. The woman stood under a colonnade angrily, folded her hands and complained: "It was agreed yesterday to bring an umbrella, or go up the mountain in the evening to see the ruins, you Now tell me you forgot to bring your umbrella? You let me see the ruins at this time without an umbrella, you want to sunburn me, don’t you?”

"I remember I brought it."

The young man looked puzzled. If he had known about it, he would have checked it several times.

The girl snorted coldly and said, "I'm not leaving, I can't walk anymore, what kind of broken place is this, and you are not a good thing."

Han Qi looked at the umbrella in his hand, then at them, hesitated for a moment, and then stepped forward to stop the man.

"Hey, I'll give you this umbrella. You have to be calm when traveling. You can't experience the beauty of traveling when you're angry."

"Ah? Thank you, thank you!"

The boy didn't realize what Han Qi said for a while, but he knew that there was a kind person willing to lend him an umbrella.

This is an introverted American, probably a college student.

Han Qi also smiled at the girl, ready to leave.

My girlfriend is quite pretty, and they both travel across the country. The relationship should be good, right?
Just as he was thinking, the woman rushed up and wanted to hold Han Qi's arm, but Han Qi's reaction was quick, and he avoided it directly, looking at the woman with puzzled eyes.

"Handsome guy, you should be a frequent traveler, can you introduce this place to me?"

"What?"

He looked at the embarrassed man and the peaceful woman, then smiled, shook his head and said, "Don't involve me in your quarrel, I'm sorry, I have to go, I have to go down the mountain to see the Roman Combat What about the zoo?"

Then he really left.

It's really hot to walk here without an umbrella, because the ruins are on a mountain called Palatine Hill.

Passing through this ancient and dilapidated city, among the broken stones everywhere, you can still see many green gardens, and you can feel the prosperity of an ancient city 2000 years ago.Nowadays, many birds live in it, and they are not afraid of people. The sound of birdsong is very pleasant.

Without an umbrella, Han Qi, like other tourists, was tired from the sun, so he went to hide under the wall of the building for a while.

Close your eyes, and a lively city will come alive in your heart.

The tourists who come and go are the residents of the city of Rome. They walk barefoot on the stone road and talk softly.

Someone squatted in the corner and yelled, a large pile of pottery was placed, and the girls wore garlands freshly made from the garden on their heads and walked through the street in light clothing, attracting the attention of a large number of men.

Open your eyes.

The dazzling sunlight shone in Han Qi's eyes, making him unavoidably take another two steps back into the shadows.

He looked up at the sky.

The eternal sun shines on this eternal city forever, telling people the history of this city 2000 years ago. People who once lived in this city also bathe in the same sunshine and listen to the language of the sun with modern tourists.

Back to the previous question, why isn't Italy called Rome?

When people stand here, standing where the ancients stood, looking at the sun from the same angle, listening to the same voice, enjoying the same scenery, and thinking about the same problem, this is a kind of inheritance.

So what do you still worry about with a name?
Rome.

It has always been Rome.

And always Rome.

(End of this chapter)