My travels can open treasure chests

Chapter 295 The Most Familiar Self

The room is very quiet. The top-level hotel suites are large in size. Several rooms are equipped with good sound-proof partition materials, which perfectly isolate all sounds from the outside world.

It was raining heavily outside, and only a little rain could be heard in the room occasionally.

Han Qi was writing furiously in the bedroom, next to a cup of cold coffee.

Not writing a book, but painting.

He figured out how to picture himself.

On the drawing paper, a handsome boy is standing sideways, holding a camera in his hand, taking pictures of the distance in a very professional posture.

From the exposed face, it could still be seen that this person was Han Qi himself.

But what is the distance?

do not know.

Han Qi didn't know what to draw. There might be a bustling market in front of him, a majestic canyon, a deep woodland, an erupting volcano, a gradually violent tornado, a melting glacier...

At what point does a traveler raise his camera, who knows?

He has created the details of the painting for an hour, perfecting the specific clothing of the characters in the painting, the curvature of the corner of the mouth, and the surrounding scenery.

Of course, there must be blank space at the front, which can give the audience room for imagination.

His sketching speed is very fast, let alone an hour, usually it takes 10 to [-] minutes even if the painting is very complicated.Now it took an hour to present this painting, which is no longer a draft, but a highly completed work of art.

Of course, for the sake of influence and stronger expressive ability, Han Qi still wants to express it with oil painting.

He looked at the very handsome man in the painting, who looked like a fearless explorer, and couldn't help admiring.

"So this is the real me."

Carefully kissing this painting, Han Qi put him in the middle of the book, and used this painting to complete an oil painting after returning home.

He had a premonition that by the time this self-portrait of himself was completed, the previous self-portraits of Van Gogh and Da Vinci would all be weak. Not to mention the colors that no one can imitate Han Qi so far, but the picture expressed in this painting will Hundreds of times cooler than traditional self-portraits.

This is the thinking of contemporary young people.

Glancing at the phone.

Ingrid didn't send a new message. He knew that Ingrid must be attending the banquet at the moment, so he didn't send a video to share his excitement at the moment with her. He just said goodbye in words and said good night.

Good night, sweet dreams, tomorrow will be even more exciting.

………………

Sleep until you wake up naturally.

Today's Rome is a little cooler than in previous days. The heavy rain last night took away a lot of the temperature left by the sun in the city. It is estimated that it will take a few days before it will rise to over [-] degrees again.

Anyway, today is relatively cool.

Han Qi got on the bus to Kangtao Winery.

Following the news released by the media yesterday, Cantao red wine rose at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the Italians did not feel that Cantao winery was not authentic, but rather happy.

There were a lot more people in the car today, some of them were wearing red hats, holding wine they didn't know where to buy.

Some went to picnic in the countryside over there, and the other half went to visit the winery.

A part of the production area of ​​the winery is allowed to visit. Of course, this matter was posted on the Internet by some enthusiastic fans, so a new group of "very enthusiastic new fans" began to visit the estate with perseverance.

To be honest, even if the rain last night has not stopped until now, it probably cannot dispel their enthusiasm.

He found a seat by the window and listened to music with headphones on.

The bus stopped and went, and it took almost an hour to stop.

In front of you is the familiar small market.

Just in front of this market is a very spectacular wine estate. This is a place that Han Qi envies no matter how many times he looks at it. He also wants to own such a big house and build countless buildings he likes in it.

And you can also take your own horse from the grassland.

It's been a long time since I went to see the Jade Lion, does she still remember herself?
After getting off the car, Han Qi went to the main entrance of the manor and rang the bell.

Soon someone came to open the door, and recognized Han Qi immediately after seeing him. After all, they have met Han Qi, an Asian, in the past few days. No matter whether they are face blind or not, it is impossible to forget Han Qi That kind of self-confidence that seems to come naturally.

"Mr. Han Qi?"

"Yes, please tell me Sir Contaur that I am coming."

"Please come in first."

The waiter brought Han Qi into the villa and sat in a room full of books.

"You take a rest first, I'll go and inform Jazz, he will be very happy to know you're here. What drink do you want?"

"Just a mocha."

Han Qi sat down on one of the sofas.

The person who brought Han Qi in nodded and walked out.

Han Qi looked around this room. As a study, this room is very big. Han Qi's own study is only a dozen square meters, but this room is more than [-] square meters, and even the bookcases need to be specially made. It is impossible to have a home bookcase of this size on the market.

He stood up, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and watched the gardener trimming the garden outside, and then walked around the study to look at the books.

Fortunately, only a small number of books are in Italian, and more are in English.

He found a copy of "For Whom the Bell Tolls" and sat on the sofa to watch it. A nanny walked in and handed Han Qi a cup of fragrant Mocha coffee from the tray.

Han Qi glanced at it, then looked at the book again.

This is a great work by Hemingway. It is one of his representative works, which takes Americans' participation in the Spanish Anti-Japanese War as the theme.

Han Qi had heard of this book before, but had never read it.

Sir Kang Tao also cared about Han Qi as an artist, and soon walked in with his civilized stick, and saw Han Qi sitting on the sofa reading a book carefully.

"Does Mr. Han Qi also like to read?"

Han Qi looked up, then closed the book and stood up and said: "If I have free time, I still like to read, but I seldom have free time. To be honest, I haven't been in the study room at home for a long time. The books in it I haven't even seen a tenth of it."

Sir Kangtao laughed loudly, and circled his fingers: "Let me tell you the truth, I haven't read any of the books here, and the reason for building this place is just to have a place to meet guests. "

"Oh?" Han Qi was a little strange, "These books seem to be frequently read."

"It's my family, they often come here to read."

"I see."

After exchanging some pleasantries, Sir Kang Tao asked a question: "I guess Mr. Han Qi has found the inspiration he wants."

"Indeed, when I was traveling in the city of Rome."

But what Sir Kang Tao understood was the painting for him, while Han Qi was talking about his own inspiration. He finally found out how to outline his ideas on a plane, and implemented them perfectly.

(End of this chapter)