"The shape of Mount Asja never changes throughout the year, but its appearance always changes. Sometimes after a night of snow, the mountain becomes the Greenland I imagined, and sometimes when a storm passes by, the mountain becomes bare again.

, the sunset makes the snow on the top of the mountain turn pink, like a fairyland where God lives. 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.

"I remember that kind of scenery. I always remember it. Sometimes it is blue in the early morning that lasts for a whole day. Sometimes it is the sun shining on the golden mountains. The sunrise only lasts for two hours. The sun is slanting, gentle and not dazzling, struggling for a while on the horizon.

As we went down, sometimes the sky was blue-pink like a macaron, and Mount Asiya turned into a cocktail color, which is the color of this glass of wine."

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

This is a special kind of blue, which is both like the Atlantic Ocean and the Blue Lagoon Hot Spring. The milky blue water is tinged with pink.

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

He smiled.

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

Han Qi thought about the time when he saw the aurora in Reykjavik. The aurora was on Mount Asya. Looking back now, Han Qi clearly remembered every corner and every crevice of the mountain. It turned out that he

I have seen that mountain peak so many times without even knowing it.

Han Qi seemed to understand that the relationship between people and mountains should not disturb each other and witness each other. Over time, it has become a feeling of peace once they see each other.

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

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

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

Han Qi waited for her to feel better and said, "I'll order another glass of Iceberg Passion. Maybe you can have a different feeling with this one."

When Sheila was about to take action, Han Qi stood up and said:

"I'll give you this glass of wine. Don't choose the time. Go back to Iceland tomorrow. The mountain is just like what you said. The scenery is different every moment, but what I want to say is, where has he always been?

You can see him every time you come back to Iceland, he is waiting for you."

Han Qi left to pay the bill.

He wanted to come and get drunk for a while, but before he got drunk, his heart was already drunk.

This feeling is quite 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 side faced the ocean. The cold sea breeze had to blow through here before it could climb up the mountain to heat up. So this town may have become the hottest place in Ireland.

Cold place.

Han Qi set up a camp on the beach and 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. The door was painted yellow. The store was small with only two rows of shelves. The salesperson was a fat girl wearing braces.

"Why are there so few people here?"

"Go to sleep."

"Why don't you take a rest? Normally I'm not prepared to buy anything at this time."

"Getting ready to rest."

Han Qi followed her gaze and saw a single bed with an iron frame next to it. It seemed that she would sleep here at night.

This girl seemed difficult to get along with. Han Qi left the grocery store after buying something, but within two minutes he came back with a smile on his face and said:

"Can you lend me some water? I've run out of water."

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

The fat girl made the bed. After hearing what Han Qi said, she shook her head and said, "I am the only one who can light a lamp here at night. Sometimes someone needs help. Can't I help you?"

At this moment, a bolt of lightning struck Han Qi's heart.

The girl saw Han Qi staring at her and smiled awkwardly. This made Han Qi regret not bringing a camera. This was perhaps the most sincere smile he had seen this year. In this ravine, Han Qi felt that he would never see one for a long time.

People, but she left a bright light for everyone.

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

Han Qi was in awe and said, "I live in a tent on the beach. If you need me, just call me."

She didn't say anything, and Han Qi left on his own.
Chapter completed!