[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

Under the white sky, there was a chilling chill, and the bare branches of the plane trees pointed to the sky, reflecting a metallic luster in the cold sky.

It was the coldest winter in Barcelona in decades.

High and low icicles hang from the edge of the golden roof, and crack-like pale frost flowers slowly grow from the corners of the transparent window glass.

On the other side away from the windows, a fireplace with an ornate mantel clock blazed and crackled softly.

In the resplendent and resplendent hall, it is as warm as spring, and if people see the cherub with bare buttocks above the delicate golden curly leaves in the fireplace, they will think that he is not wearing clothes for granted.

With a sound of "Dang", the hour hand pointed to twelve o'clock.

The cardinal respectfully lowered his head and stood aside with a light cough: "My lord, please reconsider my proposal..."

He carefully watched Carlos' expression, and seeing that His Majesty the King didn't seem to be unhappy, he continued in a low voice: "Barcelona is unusually cold this year. Such conditions are probably not suitable for siege, and after the castle is destroyed, Our elite main force and firepower have suffered serious losses, and the morale of the army has also been hit hard."

After the castle of Montjuic was destroyed by the bombardment of the fortress, the fighting in Barcelona almost went into frenzy.

Today, there is no city wall defense on the top of the mountain, and this highland has become the focus of bloody battles between the two sides, changing hands almost every few days.

The pungent gunpowder smoke and thick bloody smell lingered among the ruins for a long time, and the deafening gunfire never stopped.

Countless people were killed by the enemy's guns here, and more than one person said that they heard the cold wind blowing through the red ice made of blood at night, and the most terrifying screams and most vicious curses came from them.

Carlos sneered: "The army I brought was originally living in northern Spain. They are not afraid of the cold. It is Barcelona people who are afraid of the cold. I think they are probably suffering from hunger and cold now, and they are almost unable to survive."

The cardinal bent down even deeper: "Your Majesty, you are right. But according to our information, Alfonso is almost here."

Carlos sneered and raised his eyebrows, but did not refute.

"If His Majesty's army continues to stay on the south side of Barcelona, ​​I am afraid that it will soon face a situation of two sides attacking. Now we have an overwhelming advantage in strength, but when Alfonso arrives, this advantage will no longer exist."

After all, he was loyal to Carlos, and he was worried about his own safety after all.

It is true that His Majesty is a rare military genius, but facing the army of the entire kingdom... He dare not say, but he really does not think there is a chance of winning.

"Okay, I know you are my most loyal servant," Carlos smiled, but he didn't even look at him, "but you'd better put away your little thoughts."

The cardinal hurriedly knelt down: "Your Majesty, I swear by my piety to God..."

"Shh." Carlos put his finger to his mouth, lightly stopping the trembling subordinate's words.

He propped his chin and looked at a portrait in front of him with a smile.

It was a young girl wearing a rose-pink silk dress with puffed sleeves. The silk was embroidered with delicate flower branches to form flashing gorgeous patterns, and the sleeves were lined with gentle pearl white lace.

In this traditional royal dress, she seems to be sitting on the velvet chair in a regular manner, but the slightly crooked face and the playful and lively light in her eyes are vividly captured by the artist and left behind in the solemn portrait. middle.

There are several sheets of paper under the portrait, which are filled with information related to this girl.

Carlos stared at the girl in the painting.

After a long time, he lightly stroked the portrait of the girl on the paper in his hand, and moved his fingers slowly along the side of her gracefully curved face, as gentle as stroking the cheek of a lover.

"You said, if the people of Barcelona knew who this woman was, how would they react?"

……

1874 12 Month 19 Day.

"One day of truce! Carlos wants to negotiate with us!"

The news spread across Barcelona like a thunderbolt.

The daemon sent a haughty messenger, saying that their sovereign king would like to have a day's truce, and offered to negotiate with Barcelona the next day.

"What is Carlos planning?"

"Maybe the real king is coming, of course this fake king will panic. I really want to see his panicked expression—"

"You think too much. He must be brewing a new trick."

"If he still wants to persuade us to surrender, then save yourself. The word surrender is not in our Catalan dictionary."

"Anyway, it's good to take a break... At least you can take a peaceful nap, right?"

In the bustling refuge building, people were talking about it.

Wrapped in a thick coat, Joey looked out the window.

The sky was a blank white, and it was probably going to rain—or maybe it was going to snow.

Of course, Barcelona hasn't had snow in years.

Despite the truce, the streets remained empty.People do not dare to bet their lives on the integrity of the enemy.

Joey was holding a petite crystal ball, and the thin glass was warmed by his palm.

She still remembered the scene when Antonio gave herself the crystal ball.

They leaned against the small attic window of Rose's house and talked and laughed. No one had ever seen the green tiles full of marigolds.

They had this secret corner to themselves, where the bright sun shone like emeralds, and all things flourished in it, and the feathers of the chicks fluttered with the breeze, and the branches of the cherries were marbled with golden patterns.

The gleam of memory fell in front of my eyes, and the warm crystal ball was shining like a diamond.

He turned to look at her: "You can sit here with Ziyawu in your arms and drink hot milk tea by the fireplace in winter."

The dreamy memory shattered in an instant.

The warm sun is gone.

The scent of marigold on the tip of the nose is gone.

The soft and warm pussy is gone.

He also disappeared.

During wartime, man could no longer afford luxury pets.Joey had no choice but to let Ziyawu go - in places where wars are raging, cats can live better than people.

In a blink of an eye, the only thing she still had related to him was this incomprehensible crystal ball.

During this precious day of truce, some daring souls sneaked back to their homes to take some more from them.

But Joey could no longer return to the Fernandez House.

Diagonal Street spanned the entire city, and the enemy drove straight in, forcing the people in the city to abandon the northwest side and retreat to the southeast half of the city.

Today, the two sides can almost directly face each other across the street.

Although nominally in a state of truce, this street is like a bloody landmark that no one can cross.

— Even in an attempt to show the sincerity of the truce, the buildings along Diagonal Avenue were, at least outwardly, empty.

Joey knew that he would never see Antonio again.

he died.

She was calm, almost indifferent.

Like living in a transparent glass ball, everything in the world is blocked by an invisible hard wall.

She worked day and night, planning the routes of attack and retreat, and her brain was continuously working at high load, so that she would not have to think about things that could not be changed over and over again.

Until the day of the truce.

The bottom of my heart, which was squeezed to the last minute by reason, finally sprouted uncontrollably the buds of longing.

She wished to have another look at Antonio's studio, and the model of Park Güell and the music box of Casa Fernandez that he gave her.

But she didn't know if there was such a chance.

In the face of war, all life, all love and thoughts are as small as a feather, and disappear without a trace when the wind blows.

The door slammed slightly.

"Joey, you need something to eat." Mary came in and put down a small jar of oatmeal.

"Okay." Joey replied calmly.

Mary looked at Joey with a hint of sadness.

She is her guardian, just like her own sister, who fights for her with the principal of the school, gives her the most reliable support when she collapses, and teaches her to be a strong, independent person who can overcome all difficulties people.

Joey is always so rational and powerful, as if omnipotent.

But at this moment, she is just a little girl who has lost her soul.

Mary sighed, and was about to squat down to persuade Joey again, when she suddenly saw the familiar object in her hand.

"Did you bring this light bulb too?" She subconsciously asked, "It's more likely that the power is out than the light bulb is broken."

She had seen it in the laboratory of the Fernandez House, and always thought it was a spare light bulb in the laboratory, or some kind of experimental equipment.

"Ah?" Joey came back to his senses and subconsciously said, "No, this is a crystal ball."

"...Crystal ball?" Mary took a closer look at the thing.

Although she didn't know it specifically, shouldn't the crystal ball be solid?

In this way, fate can be read from the smoky and blurred luster seen from different angles.

Can this thing be used for divination?

What's more, although it looks different from a normal light bulb in terms of proportion, judging from the thin glass cover and the slightly complicated metal wire, it is clearly a light bulb.

Of course, it is a light bulb with a unique design and a little too fat.

"Well, if you must say that it is a crystal ball from the perspective of aesthetic function... probably it is not impossible."

Joey is in a stage of mental fragility and may have some unusual fantasies, Mary understands.At this time, she should be calmed down.

"No, you don't understand...the metal wire inside is not tungsten wire, but niobium wire...the melting point of niobium wire is too low to make—" Joey suddenly stopped.

"Joy? What's wrong with you?" Mary asked worriedly.

"No, nothing." Joey suddenly returned to normal.

She even smiled faintly at Mary: "Thank you, Mary. I can drink the porridge. You can go to work first."

Faced with such an obvious eviction order, Mary had no choice but to suppress her doubts and leave.

Joey brought the crystal ball close to his eyes, his fingers trembling slightly.

Mary's words are very familiar.

She suddenly remembered that Antonio had asked about the light bulb he had given her.

At that time she hadn't understood what he was asking at all - when he gave her this gift, Antonio didn't say what it was.It was she who preconceived that this was a crystal ball with a strange design.

After all, a normal person wouldn't give someone a light bulb as a gift, would they?

but now……

With a little effort, Joey unscrewed the base of the "bulb".

With a crisp jingle, a key fell to the ground.

She froze for a moment, picked up the key, and turned the light bulb over again—in the unscrewed base, the threaded light bulb connector was clearly visible.

Joey: "..."

It was actually a light bulb.

How did this person's brain circuit grow?

She couldn't help poofing a laugh.

Unscrew the original light bulb of the standing lamp, and then install this light bulb.

The removed light bulbs spun around on the table, as if they were very dissatisfied with the short and fat ones that replaced them.

Slender fingers touched the switch, but Joey hesitated.

The filament inside is made of niobium. I'm afraid it will burn out after a few seconds, so this is a one-time consumable.

Should she switch to a lower voltage?But how low?

Joey picked up the dismantled wooden base and looked at it carefully.

Except for the rose curve function of r=sin(1/3θ) and the sentence Nbmìa, there is really no other words.

...No beginning, no end, inexplicable.There is no instruction manual, not even a hint.

This is definitely the most unfriendly gift in the world.

Heh, engineering man.

pat.

A drop of transparent liquid suddenly landed on the back of the hand.

Deep grievances arise spontaneously.

Antonio this guy.

He should sit next to her by now and tell her that this ugly thing is a light bulb.

Tell her how to use the thing that the light bulb family will cry when you look at it, and what happens when you press the switch.

Instead, sleep forever on the top of the cold wind howling.

He has only designed three works.

Construction of the Sagrada Familia has not yet begun.

He hadn't even graduated yet, so he wasn't even a real architect.

Another tear fell on the back of his hand.

Joey wiped the corners of his eyes and pressed the switch regardless.

If it is blown, it will be blown, this is the problem of the designer.

Not satisfied?

Then appear in front of her now!

Layers upon layers of double-petaled roses lit up instantly, igniting a bunch of warm yellow halos in the slightly dim room, like a rose of light.

After a few seconds, the light dimmed.

A light rose goes out—the niobium wire melts.

As it turns out, it really isn't suitable for filament.

Then came the second flower.

The third flower.

The three-leaf roses on different planes darken one by one and fall into the eyes, as if this complicated three-dimensional rose is slowly spinning and dissipating.

The brilliance flows like a dream.

Joey thought that by controlling the diameter of the niobium wire, he could control the time for each three-leaf rose to fuse and extinguish.

This amount of calculation is a bit too scary.

Speaking of which, how long can the thickest niobium wire last?

It shouldn't be long.

After all, the difference in thickness between these niobium wires is almost indistinguishable to the naked eye.

Finally, almost all the three-leaf roses were dimmed.

Only the last filament is still shining.

Joey suddenly realized that this was not niobium wire, but tungsten wire.

From brilliant white in the center to warm orange-yellow at the edges, this gentle glow illuminates the rose line of the surrounding color gradient, reflecting a huge rose on the dim yellow wall.

The stamens of the rose are very bright, vaguely outlining the shape of the filament.

Joey's heart stopped beating.

The soft light grows upward with the metal wire, and the rounded arc rotates at the top to form a sunken sharp corner, like falling teardrops.

Turn to the other side and return symmetrically to the starting point.

It is not the trefoil line.

But the heart line.

All the blood in the body rushed to the top of the head in an instant.

Joey subconsciously glanced at the wooden base—r=sin(1/3θ).

This is obviously the polar coordinate expression of the three-leaf rose line...

wrong.

She was wrong.

The function of the trefoil rose line is not r=sin(1/3θ), but r=sin3θ.

Joy picked up the pen blankly in his mind, quickly substituted several values ​​for calculation, and then traced those points.

When I put down the pen, the voices of the whole world are far away.

r=a*sin(nθ), this is the expression of the rose line.

The last tungsten wire is indeed a rose wire.

But it is also the only heart line among all the rose lines.

pounding.

Joey heard his own heartbeat.

The shadow rose reflected on the wall slowly blooms in the heart-shaped twilight, and the silent ice and snow cover the world.The land and the ocean met at the beginning of the universe, and light and shadow turned into tiny stardust that never changed.

It was such an incomparable happiness.

It turns out that he loves you too.

It was such unspeakable pain.

The moment the heart is revealed, the person who loves you is long gone.

The tears rolled down uncontrollably.

All things lost their words.

And she still lives in this world.

This world without him.

With tears in her eyes, it was as if the sun was kissing her forehead lightly.

The breeze carried the scent of April roses, and there was a faint ripple in the air.

The boy with a smear of red paint on his face stood behind the window sill, sketching his girl on the white paper stroke by stroke.

At that moment, he touched the most brilliant happiness that human beings can have.

The love of my life, architecture and you.

——Hush, he doesn't know this secret yet.

The boy just stopped writing, and the slender white fingertips touched the transparent glass, causing ripples in circles.

"Joy, you have to live." Breeze sent him whispering with a chuckle.

There are thousands of roses in the world.

Only you are the flower in my heart.