My travels can open treasure chests

Chapter 318 Elf House
Immediately afterwards, perhaps after regaining his senses, Walt pushed Han Qi away and ran aside and vomited.

It was too exciting and too tense.

Although he used to be very good at skateboarding and won awards, he has never driven such a fast car. Although this is a two-wheeled sport, there is still a big difference between a car and a skateboard. Now Walter always feels that My mind is messed up and dizzy.

Did I really do the operation just now?
It's not a dream, is it?
Han Qi came over and patted him on the back, asking, "Is it better?"

"It's better, just now I saw a biplane in the sky, is it Sean?"

"Well, it's him, but I don't know where he's gone now. Maybe you can go back to the hospital to see, he might go. Otherwise, I don't know. Do you want to call a few more times?"

Walt found the phone and called.

"Still shut down, this guy..."

Han Qi also tried, sure enough.

Sean can only find you, you can't find him.

Han Qi turned to look for the boss who was also looking at his car, smiled sympathetically, and then shouted: "My friend, thank you very much, but I can only say sorry for your car."

"It's nothing, I was going to change it."

Han Qi looked at the two cars with the same paint job, and said, "Anyway, my car is going to be washed, so I'll pay for it. It's an apology."

If he hadn't passed by at that time, the boss should have escaped unharmed, he wouldn't be in such a hurry as before, and he wouldn't be covered in volcanic ash... That kind of feeling most people would never think of having a second time.

It was a state where you couldn't see the way at all.

If there is no gap between the two cars and there are no other vehicles on the road, it would be very dangerous.

"no, I'm fine."

Of course, the boss strongly opposed it. It was nothing serious, and Han Qi's driving skills also shocked him. How could Han Qi spend such a small amount of money.

However, Han Qi persisted again and again, so the boss agreed.

Han Qi got into the car and lit the fire, and said to Walt who was still outside: "Go to the hospital now to see if Sean is there, I can't help you with the rest. It's a pleasure to meet you, Walt, and we look forward to seeing you. next time we meet."

"Thank you," Walter said.

Then he watched the two cars go side by side.

Han Qi is also a very good person, different from the Huaxia people in his impression.

It seems restrained, but sometimes it is very public, and it is very confident.

That feeling of self-confidence can be seen every time he sees him, like a halo exuding, which can easily influence the people next to him to trust him.

I still want to be such a person.

The owner's name is Allen, which is very common in Europe and America. He took Han Qi to a nearby town to wash cars.

It took two hours to wash one car alone. It was already six o'clock in the evening when both cars were washed, and the sun went down after three o'clock in the afternoon. I think the streets are too dark.

After finding a hotel, Han Qi opened his notebook and wrote a paragraph.

Han Qi who loves to travel:

You must have no idea what I went through today.

In search of a friend, I drove near a volcano that was about to erupt. It was beautiful, and I found some pictures of the volcano before it erupted.

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Very beautiful?

This is also a tourist attraction, but when we talk about attractions in the future, we must add a past, because today at 12:22 noon, the volcano here erupted.

When the siren sounded for a volcanic eruption, when the last escape bell sounded, I faced the volcano and took this picture.

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The volcano on a small hillside now fully reveals the wrath of nature, which made me deeply understand what it means to be in awe of nature. This word has only two words, but now it has the weight of the Himalayas.

A deafening sound sounded, and in just a few seconds, volcanic ash covered the entire sky, and magma splashed in all directions.

I took the risk to take these photos with respect. Before I could think about it, my friend drove over and dragged me into the car. We drove towards the road we came from, and the volcanic ash quickly chased after us. Finally we Covered by black clouds, move on.

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Here's a photo of our car after we escaped, my friends and I, took a photo together.

Thanks to my friends, Walter, Alan.

………………

Ingrid covered her mouth with one hand and looked at the screen of the phone, with tears of emotion in her eyes.

This is the man I love, brave man.

I miss you so much.

Han Qi didn't care about the consequences of the news he posted on Weibo and blog. After posting, he went to take a shower and went to bed. The sulfur smell on his body was stronger than standing by the hot spring. Those who didn't know thought it was from What about people who crawled out of hell?

This is the case in European mythology. There is no underworld, only hell. The demons living in it are often accompanied by magma, and they have a sulfurous smell that cannot be washed away.

The next day, it was another day.

It's almost noon.

Han Qi opened the window after waking up, and what was outside was a small European town by the sea, which was very typical, and Han Qi had seen it countless times.

It's not far from the sea, although you can't see the sea from here, but you can see the sea not far from the hotel's main entrance.And it is the same kind of fjord terrain as Norway, and there are several small islands overseas, and people live on them.

Only the western part of Iceland has such a landform, and other places are similar to the coastline of the Pacific region.

After washing up, go downstairs.

Washed the car last night and couldn't see it clearly, now it looks like new.

Han Qi patted the car and heard two sounds of "bang" and "bang".

This car is really easy to use, and there is no need to worry about the danger of overturning when running fast... and it can't run very fast. Compared with sports cars, this kind of vehicle can guarantee more stability and safety.

Go back and buy one.

Han Qi thought to himself.

But thinking about his own manor dream, he was a little worried.

If the relationship with Ingrid is really confirmed, can you tell the king that you want to buy a piece of land?He remembered that many islands outside of Norway were uninhabited islands, and the area must be enough. If some trees were pushed down on them, it would be no problem to build houses on them.

Maybe it can become a tourist attraction. Anyway, Han Qi only keeps a part of the residential area, the gardens outside, gardens, etc., so it doesn't matter for tourists to visit.

Well, get another concierge, and people with Huaxia passports or ID cards can visit for free.

Thinking of his beautiful dreams, he went to the street to find something to eat.

Nordic cuisine is almost the same. The restaurants on the street are mostly French dishes, and there are a few Spanish dishes.

The price of vegetables is very expensive in the west, sometimes comparable to the price of meat.

He turned on his phone and checked the message.

Walter said that he had already boarded the plane back to China and asked Han Qi to keep in touch.

After Han Qi left, Walt drove back to Grundarfjordur, where Han Qi was sent by the lifeboat, to see if Sean had come to visit Han Qi in the hospital, but there was no sign of him. Sean did come, as expected, but left again.

People come by plane, can it compare with cars?

And still didn't turn on the phone, so Walt went back disappointed, but at the same time he didn't give up the idea of ​​looking for Sean.

In addition to finding negatives, another reason is that he likes this kind of travel.

Especially after racing away from the volcano with Han Qi and the others, he felt that he was in a daze much less. After all, the exciting scene was an adventure story that he dared not even imagine in his daydreams. It was very dangerous and very dangerous. good.

Han Qi saw Walt's text message for returning home, and called Sean again.

Shut down.

It seems that there is no other way, let's talk about it when Sean gives up the trip and goes home.

Han Qi and Xi En are two types of photographers.

Sean belongs to the kind of very purposeful ones. He will write down the photography diary that appeared this time before leaving home, where and when he wants to shoot something, such as getting on the boat first, and photographing the life of sailors at sea. Then go to Iceland, photographing volcanoes.

There are some more in the back, all recorded in a small notebook.

Han Qi also saw Sean writing something in his notebook, but unfortunately he didn't read it, otherwise he could have given Walt some hints.

And Han Qi himself is the kind of person who has no purpose. When he comes to a place, he inquires on the spot if there are any interesting places and beautiful scenery around him.

From the mouth of passers-by, he will decide where to go to shoot.

Or just like this time, being brought over by Sean to take pictures of the eruption of the volcano.

I don't know who looks better, the volcanic eruption taken by Sean or his own.Han Qi sent a message to Sean, asking him to take a look at the photos he took on the Internet when he was free, and then wandered around the town whistling, taking pictures of the life of the locals.

The town is really small.

Before he felt how far he had gone, he came outside the town.

The withered grass represents the end of autumn and the coming of winter.

After a while these meadows will be covered with snow.

There is a stream in the distance, which should also freeze in winter, because the water flow is very slow.Han Qi stepped forward and touched it. The water was very cold, but it was fresh water, and fish could still be seen in it... Is there no one fishing here?
He stood up and looked around.

It's a pity that no one is fishing. This fish should look delicious.

"Hey!!"

Someone is shouting.

Han Qi turned his head and saw a little girl running towards him in a cold manner. He saw that it was a foreigner, but he was not polite: "What are you going to do, you have stepped on the house I built for the elves, you are so big!" magic!!"

What?troll?

Han Qi thought of a character from League of Legends—so ugly!
You won't tell me, will you?
He looked down, and indeed found a few small houses built of wood next to them, hidden under the withered grass.

Who can see this? It's no wonder that people who don't know walk over and don't step on it.

The wooden house is about ten centimeters high, and it is painted with paint. It feels like a real house, but it has been reduced countless times.They are already very short, and if they are covered with a layer of withered grass, it will be the same as nothing.

The little girl ran over and was relieved to see that the house she had built was still there.

Turning around, he still turned to Han Qi and said, "You disturbed them!"

"Sorry, I didn't know there was a house here."

"You don't have to apologize to me, you apologize to the elves." She was in a hurry, wearing a red and white sweater and a hat, her red face was extremely cute.

Han Qi has a very high level of patience with the little girl, squatting down to speak righteously, holding up three fingers:

"I'm sorry, I hope my appearance didn't disturb the rest of the elves, and, elves, please bless the girl in front of me not to be angry, life is so beautiful, but she is so angry, this is not good, not good..."

"I'm not angry!" she said angrily.

Scared to death, when she saw Han Qi's position, she really thought that Han Qi had trampled down the house she had built for a long time.

Anyway, after hearing Han Qi's apology, she snorted and ignored Han Qi, squatting down and slowly lifting the dry grass, revealing the whole house.

There are three consecutive rows of huts, exactly the same as the houses in the town, with a gable shape, the walls are painted red, and the roof is black, but the edges and windows are painted white.Han Qi was very curious about what it looked like inside the window, whether there would be a smaller bed or table, but he was too embarrassed to look.

If you really want to see it, unless the roof is lifted off, Han Qi can only see the scene inside the window by lying on the ground.

He praised: "It's a beautiful house, did you make it?"

"My father made it." She blurted out, then put her little finger on her mouth and thought for a while, then said, "Riva also helped, you see, I painted the white, and the windows, doors, Here, I drew them all."

The child forgot the unhappiness with Han Qi before, and happily talked with Han Qi about the work he had done by himself.

At this time, a man with gray hair came over, saw his daughter showing off with a half-squatting young man, shook his head and smiled, and said, "Yes, yes, little Riva also helped a lot, the elves must have helped her a lot. Will be grateful to you, they will make you grow up quickly."

"Yes, the elves will give me gifts."

Liwa went to Han Qi again and said, "Liwa often finds presents when she wakes up, look at this..." She showed Han Qi the ribbon on the braid, "This is given by the elves."

Han Qi looked at her father and thought... this is from your parents.

Han Qi stood up and said to the man with a gentle smile, "Hi, my name is Han Qi, and I'm a traveler."

He also held out his hand and shook it.

"I'm Malcolm... Wait, you're Han Qi, Han Qi from China?"

"it's me."

"Wow... Han who created "Daytime" and "Four Seasons"?"

"Have you seen my work?"

Malken clasped Han Qi's hand with his left hand and shook it twice, with a surprised expression on his face: "Of course I have seen your paintings. Your paintings have been exhibited in Reykjavik for three days. Ms. Dale invited Many people have passed by, and she admires you very much."

Han Qi heard this and began to recall the European artists he had seen.

I don't know Malcolm at all, so I'm embarrassed.

"Ms. Dale has really been a great help to me."

Aunt Liang went to talk to the elves by the creek, and the two men happened to have time to chat. Han Qi was very curious about Malken's identity, because his tone sounded very familiar to Dale.

"She's one of the best painting dealers in Europe," says Malkin.

"Do you also have works where she is?"

"Hahaha, that's not true." Malken smiled and shook his head, "I'm just a local idler in Iceland, collecting leftover folklore in Iceland, Han, my home is not far from here, Riva's mother made Strawberry pie, come and try it."

(End of this chapter)