My travels can open treasure chests

Chapter 422 I'm Not Drunk, My Heart Is Drunk
To be honest, the road conditions are not very good.

Ireland does not have a road around the island in a broad sense, so Han Qi can only follow the navigation slowly around. Fortunately, the Irish navigation is updated in a timely manner, and Han Qi does not point out those roads that will lead to dead ends.

After driving for a few days, Han Qi came to Newry.

Newry is a small town, but it is one of the four major cities in the Autonomous Region of Northern Ireland. If the entire island of Ireland is counted, it should be the ninth largest city. There is a Grand Canal opened by the United Kingdom during the Industrial Revolution, which leads directly to Ireland. ocean.

Han Qi was not in a good mood today. As a friend of Prince Charles, Han Qi was actually stuck for a whole day when he entered the British management area, and he was not notified to let him go until he called Charles. This made him very upset.

The car stopped outside a bakery along the river, and Han Qi went in first to replenish some baguettes. This kind of bread is very hard, but it can be stored for many days.

Ordinary soft bread only needs to be left for three days before it becomes unpalatable. This is still in winter, and if it is in summer, it will deteriorate faster.

When he came out, Han Qi saw an Asian tourist scooping water in the canal with a bucket.

It is easy for Asians to see. As for why they are tourists, they can also be seen, because there are two Asians standing next to that person, both carrying heavy travel bags,

Han Qi kindly reminded: "This canal leads to the Irish Sea. It's sea water, so you can't drink it."

The man was also from China, and said: "You are also from China, we were just discussing whether you are, haha, we are not for drinking, for freezing beer, do you want some?"

Han Qi has been invisible in China for nearly three years, and as long as he travels outside, as long as he doesn't mention his name, it is rare for anyone to connect the person he sees with a star, so these three young travelers from China did not see Han Qi's identity. Who is Qi.

Freezing beer with winter sea water?
So romantic.

Han Qi happened to be in a depressed mood, and said, "Okay, thank you, the people of Northern Ireland have been assimilated by the British, and there is no good food nearby."

The three young men looked at each other and said, "We are also looking for a restaurant nearby..."

"..."

Thought I did it myself.

Han Qi thought for a while, and there were seasonings purchased from Asian supermarkets in his bag, so he said, "I have tools, how about we find a place for a picnic? Buy some meat, rabbit, beef and mutton, and potatoes. "

Potatoes are not worth much in Ireland, it is their staple food.

A few young people thought, this is okay, they can freeze beer and have a picnic by themselves.

So Han Qi led the way to an open space outside the city.

There is no barbecue grill, and everyone uses a wooden fork to roast the meat on the fire. Several of them have just graduated from college, and their brains are flexible but their hands-on ability is not very good, so they still have to rely on Han Qi to grill the meat with a few seasonings It is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a fragrance that even some foreigners driving by on the road often look at their location.

Everyone raised their glasses, and one of them asked, "Brother, what's your name, your car is so handsome, and you rented it too?"

"No, I'm going to ride a car around Ireland. As for the name, Hirano meets each other. Why should we have known each other before, right?"

"Yes, cheers."

boom.

The wine glasses of the four people merged together in the air.

After a good rest, Han Qi continued on the road early the next morning and did not stop at the small town of Newry. The road was still long, and he wanted to hurry up to see if he could go home and give Ingrid a surprise on Valentine's Day. .

A long absence is better than a newly-married one. In fact, it is not good to be tired of being together all the time. Once in a while, they will be in a different mood when they meet again.

Han Qi meets an Icelander living in Ireland.

She is a bartender in a bar. Han Qi recognized her Icelandic accent not long after she went in and sat down. In fact, it is easy to tell whether she is Irish or not. You just need to listen to whether his speaking speed is fast and smooth. Just eat the sound.

If you are a tourist who comes here non-stop when you find out that Ireland is an English-speaking area, it must be very confusing to hear two Irish people chatting, because you can’t understand a word, even the simplest words at the beginning and end of a sentence. Rely on guessing.

This is the Irish dialect.

The Icelandic language is also very interesting. Han Qi recognized her Icelandic accent and asked in Icelandic: "Are you from Iceland?"

"Huh? How do you know? You can also speak Icelandic?"

"I have many friends in Iceland. In the woods not far from Reykjavik, I also have a tree house hotel open."

"I know!!" She jumped with joy, "I went to that place when I was young. There was a very kind uncle and an aunt who didn't talk much, but she was very powerful and gave me a small wooden sculpture. It’s still in my house now.”

She handed over the matter to another person, sat in front of Han Qi, and said, "Then what happened now, they sold the tree house to you?"

"Kevin gave me the tree house, oh, Kevin is the uncle you mentioned."

"It's amazing, I've lived here for 15 years and I haven't met a single Icelander, and I haven't been back to Iceland for [-] years."

Sheila stood up suddenly, pushed away the bartender who was working, and gave Han Qi a hand in the dissatisfaction of others. A few minutes later, she put the wine in front of Han Qi, and said: "This is a cocktail I developed by myself. you,"

Han Qi picked it up and boasted first: "It's a beautiful technique, what's your name?"

"Sheila, what about you?"

"Han Qi, I am a Chinese."

Sheila was a little disappointed when she heard that Han Qi was from China, and asked again, "Have you emigrated to Iceland?"

"No, it's just that I often play in Iceland. I like Iceland very much, and I also like the scenery there. Lake Toning in Reykjavik is very beautiful, isn't it?"

"Correct."

Sheila let go of Han Qi's obsession that Han Qi is not from Iceland. For her, being able to communicate with people in Icelandic is already very happy.

Han Qi took a sip of Bingshan Enchantment, the cocktail didn't feel hot to the throat, instead it was as silky as Sprite with ice cubes added, the iciness exploded in the throat, and then entered the stomach to continue to explode.

Putting down the glass of wine, Han Qi asked, "Is this on your wine list?"

"No, I prepared it for myself to drink, and you are the first guest."

"If it is on the wine list, this glass of wine will definitely be popular."

"Yeah, young girls are the easiest to fall for this kind of trick, so I never give those boys with bad intentions a chance, and when I meet a girl they want to fuck, I will add a lot of soda to the drink, haha."

She took Han Qi's wine glass and asked, "Would you like another drink?"

"Why not?"

Han Qi is a good drinker. When he first started traveling, he drank only one glass. Now he still drinks one, but he keeps drinking.

"What do you miss most about Iceland?" Han Qi asked.

"What do you miss about Iceland?" She slowed down her hand a little, thought for a moment and answered Han Qi, "Maybe it's Skyr and the mountains in front of my house?"

"What mountain?"

"I...forgot, it's a mountain that can be seen in Reykjavik."

She was born on the Snaefellsnes Peninsula in western Iceland, and moved to Reykjavik with her parents when she was a little older. The condition for their family to find a house was that they could see the huge iceberg by opening the window.

Han Qi remembered.

"I see."

Skyr is an Icelandic delicacy, a special Icelandic dairy product, as I said before, as for the mountains...

It's Mount Asya.

The average person is rarely impressed by the mountains in his hometown.

The mountains in Iceland are not too precipitous. The highest peak, Vannadals, is only 2110 meters above sea level.However, Han Qi also understands that after living in Reykjavik for a long time, it is possible to develop feelings for Shan.

Because no matter where you are in Reykjavik, you can see Mount Asja.

Reykjavik is a very small city. When you walk along the main street, you will see Mount Esya; when you go to work, you will see Mount Esya; on the other side of the beach, you will see Mount Esya; At the end, there is Mount Aishya; when you go out of the city and enter the city, it is also Mount Aishya that greets you and sees you off.

Many Icelandic poets also like to write Esjashan into their poems.

Sheila was frowning, how could I have forgotten?
Han Qi reminded: "Is it Mount Aisha?"

"Yes yes yes!! Thank you."

"Haha, what is there to thank you for, I believe you will remember it."

Sheila shook her head, wiped the corners of her eyes with a tissue, and said, "I thought I would remember, when I thought I would always think of Iceland, the first thing I thought of was Mount Isja, which often appeared in my dreams screen."

She sat down, just across from Han Qi, a woman in her thirties looked at the iceberg fascination she had concocted in front of her with nostalgic eyes.

"The shape of Mount Asiya never changes throughout the year, but its appearance always changes. Sometimes it snows all night, and the mountain becomes the Greenland I imagined, and sometimes the storm passes by, and the mountain becomes bare again. At sunset, the snow on the top of the mountain turned pink, like a fairyland where gods live. When I was in school, every time I walked into the teacher’s office, the scenery outside the window was always different.”

She subconsciously shook Han Qi's wine glass.

"That kind of scenery, I remember, I always remember, sometimes it is the early morning blue that lasts for a day, and sometimes it is the sun shining on Jinshan, the sunrise only lasts for two hours, the sun is slanting, gentle and not dazzling, struggling on the horizon Just go down, sometimes it is a blue-pink sky like a macaron, and Mount Asiya becomes the color of a cocktail, which is the color of this glass of wine."

Han Qi turned his eyes and carefully looked at the color of the cocktail.

This is a special blue, like the Atlantic Ocean, and like the Blue Lagoon Hot Spring, with pink in the milky blue water.

Han Qi was stunned for a while, but fortunately, Sheila on the opposite side was also in a daze.

He smiled.

So many painters have been studying for several years, but the feeling of mixing special colors was found by a bartender who missed his hometown.

Han Qi remembered that when he saw the aurora in Reykjavik, the aurora was on the mountain of Asja. Now, when he recalled, Han Qi could clearly remember every corner and every crevice of the mountain. Saw that mountain so many times without knowing it.

Han Qi seems to understand that the relationship between people and mountains, not disturbing each other, witnessing each other, after a long time, becomes a feeling of peace at a glance.

That mountain is probably in Sheila's heart, a lover who can't speak and will always be with her.

Sheila cried, crying very sadly, she didn't know why she had forgotten the name of the mountain.

Everyone in the bar looked at Han Qi with admiration in their eyes.

Han Qi waited for her to get better, and said, "Let me order another glass of Bingshan Sensation, maybe you can feel differently with this glass."

When Sheila was about to make a move, Han Qi stood up and said:

"I'll give you this glass of wine, don't pick the time, go back to Iceland tomorrow to have a look, the mountain is the same as you said, the scenery is different every moment, but what I want to say is that he has always been there, You see him every time you go back to Iceland, he's waiting for you."

Han Qi left and paid the bill.

He wanted to come here to sell drunk, but he was not drunk yet, his heart was already drunk.

This feeling is very good.

………………

That night, Han Qi came to a small town with a very long name. It was surrounded by mountains on three sides, and one of them faced the ocean. cold place.

Han Qi set up camp by the sea, and then walked around, trying to sell some food.

However, after wandering around for a long time, I only saw one local person. It was in a local grocery store with yellow paint on the door. The store was small, with only two rows of shelves. The salesperson was a fat girl with braces.

"Why are there so few people here?"

"Go to sleep."

"Why don't you take a break? Usually, I'm not ready to buy anything at this time."

"Getting ready to rest."

Han Qi followed her gaze, and there was a single bed with an iron frame next to it, it seemed that she slept here at night.

This girl seemed difficult to get along with. Han Qi left the grocery store after buying something, but came in again with a smiling face within 2 minutes and said:
"Can you lend me some water, I'm out of water."

She pointed in a direction, and Han Qi went over to get some water from the cup, and when he was about to leave, he said, "Close the door while you sleep, it's cold outside today, and it's snowing."

The fat girl made the bed, and after listening to Han Qi's words, she shook her head and said, "I'm the only one who lights up the lights at night. Sometimes there are people who need help, so I can help you?"

At this moment, Han Qi was struck by a bolt of lightning.

Seeing Han Qi staring at her, the girl gave a jerky smile.This made Han Qi regret that he didn't bring his camera. This may be the most sincere smile he has seen this year.Han Qi felt that no one would come to this valley for a long time, but she kept a bright light for everyone.

It is the only lighthouse in this dark night and snowstorm.

Han Qi respectfully said, "I live in a tent by the sea, call me if you need it."

She didn't speak, and Han Qi left by himself.

When he returned to the tent, everything was quiet except for the turbulent waves. Looking back, there was still a small light in the distance, warming his heart.

(End of this chapter)