My travels can open treasure chests

Chapter 423 Life is Short
I don’t know if it’s because of the lighthouse with the fireworks in the world, Han Qi slept comfortably all night without being woken up by waves of waves, and didn’t feel the whistling sea breeze. When I woke up, the sky was just bright white.

Looking back at the town, the lights are still on.

Han Qi began to pack up the tent and cut some bread for breakfast.

Sliced ​​baguettes with some butter on them are actually quite delicious. Han Qi did this for most of his breakfasts during his travels in Ireland.

Everything was packed, so he sat on the beach eating breakfast, watching the rising sun in the distance.

The sun rise on the sea is different from the sun rise on the land, as if the sea surface has feathered him, making the morning sun not so dry, but as time goes by, the sun completely rises above the water surface, so the sea surface The sun and the sun in the sky echoed each other, and the whole world instantly brightened.

Han Qi stood up, warmed up with a set of air strikes on the beach, took a last look at the town, and drove on the road.

The domineering motorcycle is driving on the roads of Ireland, and the turning rate is almost [-]%. Everyone who finds Han Qi's car will unconsciously look back and watch the car disappear from sight, and then praise how handsome it is.

When driving a motorcycle in a windy place, leather clothing is standard equipment, not for looking handsome, but more importantly for wind protection.The brand-new black toad mirror, the slightly long hair has not been taken care of recently, and it was tied up casually, looking very energetic.

Honestly, handsome, but he's not the only one driving heavy motorcycles on the road.

On this day, another person driving a motorcycle chased up from behind Han Qi. He followed Han Qi's car for a long time before asking, "Is this the... Harley produced in 1966?"

Han Qi looked at him.

His car is not too different from my own. He is wearing leather clothes and pants. He is probably over 50 years old. He has a cigarette stick in his mouth. His hair is very light. Looking against the sun, he looks like a bald head. It was so lush that it was all gray.

He looks like an old rock singer, Han Qi thought to himself.

He replied: "I don't know the exact year, but it's Harley."

"Hey, of course I know what kind of car it is."

The old man drove the car parallel to Han Qi and said, "You are a tourist from other places. We haven't seen any foreigners in this area for a long time."

What he said is true, because tourists are generally in the east of Ireland. Even in the west, there are only a few tourist cities. Small places like them, let alone Asians from afar, even the surrounding areas The country's never seen them twice.

Of course Han Qi also nodded: "Yes, I want to cycle around Ireland."

When the old man heard what Han Qi said, he was immediately in awe.

Anyone who loves motorcycles has never had such an ideal?He wanted to visit his own country as a whole, and he didn't know that the circumambulation of Ireland mentioned by Han Qi was not just a country of Ireland, but the entire island of Ireland.

Otherwise he will be even more surprised.

"Then this is the west. If your starting point is Dublin, it seems that you are almost successful?"

"Yes."

"It's amazing." He said with emotion, and then said, "If there is enough time, I would like to chat with you more, but I have to wait until I preside over a wedding, do you want to come to attend?"

"Official wedding?" Han Qi was surprised, and he looked at this person again.

In Ireland, the person who presides over the wedding is usually a priest, right?
How do you look like a priest?

"Yes, don't look at me like this, but I am indeed a priest."

Han Qi wanted to refuse, not because he refused to communicate with him, but because of the wedding... The wedding is not the priest's, and he doesn't know if the couple who are about to get married would like to let him participate in their wedding.

But he also wanted to know what it would be like for this person to officiate a wedding, and he agreed.

Followed this priest dressed like a rock veteran to a small church, he stepped forward and said something, Han Qi saw their faces became surprised, and then nodded happily.

The two walked towards Han Qi at the same time.

"Guests from afar, if you have nothing else to do, please be sure to attend our wedding. My name is Jim, and this is my lover, Candice."

"Hello, I'm Han Qi, from China."

The handsome guy looks 27 and [-], and today he is radiant and energetic.

After receiving Han Qi for a while, they went to work on the wedding.

After such a round, Han Qi found that the priest had already changed his equipment.

Now he took off his sunglasses and put on a priest's white robe. In just a few minutes, he changed from a rock singer to a kind priest, which made Han Qi dumbfounded.

When he came over and saw Han Qi's surprised expression, he said proudly, "My name is Gnasgersen. You can ask around. I'm very famous. I'm a weightlifting champion in the priesthood."

what?
Weightlifting champion?

It's true that every step is beyond Han Qi's expectations. Doesn't want to be a rock singer's pastor, isn't he a good weightlifting champion?
But it's really interesting.

Han Qi smiled and nodded.

After attending the wedding, the pastor talked a lot with Han Qi, and Han Qi also told a little about his own story along the way.

He has been riding for more than a month, and he would not be able to finish talking about the things he encountered in one night. With Han Qi's current storytelling ability, even a simple story can be told vividly and wonderfully by him. diverse.

After all, this is the language organization ability of a professional writer, a guy who eats, not bad.

On the road again, it was already the second day.

As the pastor said, after passing the west of Ireland, the end is not far away.

After two months, he finally returned to the starting point and the end point of this ride, Dublin.

Han Qi didn't just drive all the way along the way, he often stopped to rest, and sometimes Han Qi would even stop when passing by places with good scenery, and sit on a small foldable bench for a whole day.

He was thinking that he could finally return to China before Valentine's Day. He and Ingrid made an appointment to travel to Tibet together in May.

Where it begins, it ends.

Han Qi came to the park in the suburbs of Dublin again.

In fact, there is no real suburb in Dublin, and it is reasonable to say that it belongs to another town.

It's normal to have a small town in a big city.

I slept in the tent, and when I got up, I saw Saoirse sitting on the bench before, reading a book. At this time, she was wearing black-rimmed glasses, and her clothes were very schoollike... Han Qi thought this outfit looked better than before hundred times.

Han Qi stretched his waist and said while tidying up the tent, "You are indeed here."

"I'm here every day." She closed the book and winked at Han Qi.

Han Qi put the packed tent back into the car, sat on the bench, and asked, "Why did you start reading math?"

"I want to be a teacher, of course I have to read books."

"Ah?" Han Qi opened his mouth, uncertain, "Aren't you a violinist?"

"Yes, but what does this have to do with me being a violinist? When the students are in a bad mood, I can still show the students a hand. It's very exciting to think about it."

Han Qi thought about the scene, smiled, and said, "Yes, especially the teacher is so beautiful."

The pastor is like this, and Saoirse is also like this. It seems that in addition to their own jobs, they also attach great importance to part-time jobs.

Just like the people Han Qi met along the way, they are both electricians and writers, advertising planners and dance teachers, and even a female tour guide who works in an acrobatic troupe, so it seems that a violinist wants to be a teacher, which is nothing Big deal.

Life is short, do what you want to do, no matter what your identity is.

(End of this chapter)