Chapter 354 A gift from a parallel world

Style: Romance Author: Tea Picking PeriodWords: 2283Update Time: 24/01/18 07:03:21
There are photos like this in Chen Xing's home, from when he was born to when he was ten years old. The domestic film camera owned by Chen Xing's father also played a huge role in Chen Xing's growth, although every time he takes it out He felt very social even letting his relatives read through it.

But from another perspective, this is not a kind of warmth.

After Chen Xing sent the photo to the couple who were traveling to Oslo with their children, he looked at them in front of the fountain with his hands behind his back.

I have raised four children...

This is because they have money, otherwise it would be very tiring to take care of these children.

After passing the T-intersection from the zebra crossing, there is a neat brick road going forward, about six meters wide. There are no traffic lines on this road, and there are no signs. It looks like a pedestrian street, but it is different from the previous one. There are no obstacles between roads.

Vehicles can drive in directly from the Marriott Hotel.

This brick road similar to ancient Chinese streets is the real pedestrian path on both sides. It is paved with large, two-to-one stone slabs. It has the same wide pedestrian street distance as countless European pedestrian streets. It feels like it is at least 15 meters. , a huge Norway fir was planted in the middle, and there was a circle of pink flowers under the fir tree.

On the other side are the houses, all kinds of houses, including spires, houses that look like castles in fairy tales, and beige buildings full of Nordic modern style.

The Oslo National Theater is the beige house that Chen Xing mentioned. It looks like a neoclassical building. There is not much to say about theaters. Chen Xing has seen many theaters during his travels. In France, there is the Nice Old Town Opera House and the Paris Opera House. In China, there is the Wujiang Grand Theater...

It is worth mentioning the Wujiang Grand Theater. Although this theater was built in China and its usage and attendance rates are still somewhat worrying, it is the most beautiful theater building Chen Xing has seen so far.

There is a blue 'taxi' sign outside the main entrance of the National Theatre, which means taxi in Europe. There are also many taxis parked outside, all Mercedes-Benz and mini-style. Continuing along this street is Chen Xing's first destination this time, the Oslo Palace.

If you want to enter the palace, you must first walk through a tree-lined avenue that is more than ten meters wide.

It is said that a road of three to four meters is a tree-lined path, so this can only be called a tree-lined avenue. The big trees planted on both sides are all about ten meters high. There are red and yellow flowers in the flower beds. A huge excavator is used even to trim branches in the garden.

With plenty of time, Chen Xing watched from outside the guardrail they had just built as they used an excavator and manual labor to cut the branches for a long time.

Not only trimming branches, the excavator also has the job of digging and turning the soil.

Developed countries are so arrogant that they always feel that it might be more convenient to have four or five people busy with this kind of thing, so he insists on using an excavator.

Continue walking in, and after walking through this tree-lined avenue, you can see the big house in the center. It is still a neoclassical building, consistent with the style of the National Center for the Performing Arts. There are Roman-style columns in the middle, which are also beige. Color, there is a bronze statue of King Karl Johan XIV at the door.

The overall look is like a huge private estate.

However, due to the opening, this manor basically belongs to everyone in the city.

Walking in from the tree-lined road outside, there are green grasslands on both sides that are very neatly built and look clean. Many people are sitting on the grass in twos and threes, and some bring things for picnics. The lively atmosphere is really It's quite nice, but it doesn't feel as solemn as the Royal Palace in Paris.

If you don't look at the building, then this place gives Chen Xing the feeling of a square.

After walking in, Chen Xing discovered that in addition to the place in front of the palace that Chen Xing named the Boulevard, there was also a small road on both sides of the palace, which also led directly to the streets outside.

"It's more like a square..." Chen Xing complained.

What he wanted to see was the majestic palace! Why have you transformed yourself into this? Where is your royal majesty?

It’s the same for Sweden, and it’s the same for you.

Recently, the royal family has received some guests from other countries here, so the palace cannot enter. In fact, if there is an emergency, no one is allowed to enter this 'park'. When the time comes, the motorcade will slowly drive in from the front, with guards and ceremonial brigades on both sides lined up to welcome them. The feeling of royal solemnity can also be seen a little.

Thinking of this, Chen Xing frowned.

I always feel that there is a picture in my mind, as if I have been in this place before and have seen this kind of welcoming scene. The one who welcomes me is myself...Did I dream about it when I was dreaming?

Chen Xing stood in the distance and photographed a smoking woman under the statue.

She was the only one in the picture, smoking and looking up at the statue, with her other hand still in her pocket. Chen Xing thought this was quite handsome.

At this time, I passed two people who were probably tourists. They spoke in English.

"The royal family is sitting in that car?"

"Yeah, not yet. She was only a few meters away from us. Did you see the beautiful woman in the back seat? Princess Ingrid, she just turned eighteen this year. Isn't she beautiful?"

"...I didn't see clearly." Another person said.

Although the car was driving slowly, it only took a moment for people outside to see the people in the back seat, not to mention that they couldn't see anything through the glass.

car?

A car passed by just now. They weren't talking about this car, were they?

Chen Xing stepped forward to chat with the two old men and said, "Are you talking about the Cadillac that just passed by?"

"Yes, my friend, your English is good!"

"Thank you, your accent sounds British?"

"Yes, I came to Norway to study at university, and this is my friend." He introduced.

The one who came to study abroad looked a little older, but not more than twenty-five years old. He was dressed quite cool in this winter, wearing a long-sleeved lining and a denim jacket. His blond hair was cut short. At 1.8 meters, he is about the same height as Chen Xing.

The other one is about 1.7 meters tall, younger, and has black hair.

In the UK, black and brown hair are the most common, while blonde hair is relatively rare.

Chen Xing greeted them, and even though they didn't know their names yet, they started chatting with each other.

The international student said: "Princess Ingrid is still very beautiful. Starting from this year, we can see her at some events one after another. She is a very people-friendly person. Most of the royal families in Northern Europe are like this, and they are very friendly." I like marrying a poor princess.”

The dark-haired British man who was about 1.7 meters tall and came here for tourism said longingly: "Then will their princess marry a commoner?"

"hehe."

The international student rolled his eyes and ignored his friend. Instead, he asked how Chen Xing learned English and had he ever lived in the United States?

Chen Xing was chatting with them while walking outside the palace, occasionally looking back at the palace.

This palace always gave him a very special feeling.

An inexplicable emotion suddenly welled up in my heart.

A line of subtitles appeared in the void.

[Gift from a parallel world]

I'm taking a day off today, that's all.

I want to work harder this month, so I’m re-opening the monthly ticket event. 300 monthly tickets plus one chapter, no cap.