[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

"Your Highness." After entering the door, Laura curtseyed to Joey somewhat cautiously.

Olanpu rushed over to hug her directly: "Joy—I'll still call you Joey! Your Highness always feels that something is wrong."

Joey shrugged unsurprisingly and hugged her.

Anyway, Olanpu has always been like this.

"I made two dresses." Laura spread them out. "What do you guys think?"

The style of the long skirt is very gorgeous, the skirt made of ivory silk satin is trimmed with pale pink brocade lace, and the folds are stacked layer by layer, like a cream cake filled with pink decorations.

If it was placed half a year ago, it must be the style that noble girls like.

Joey and Olanpu looked at each other.

Olanpu betrayed his friend without any morals: "Ask her, I wear pants."

Joey: "...well, it looks good."

She spent a little time on the language organization, "But, Laura, I don't think girls these days don't want to wear waistbands anymore."

Waist corset used to be a must for girls to highlight their figure, not only in Barcelona, ​​but almost in the whole of Europe.

The top should highlight the plump breasts and petite figure, and the waist should be slender. Together with the bustle-style bustle on the hips, it outlines a beautiful and straight S-shaped curve on the side.

The patterns of roses, hydrangeas and lilacs glisten on the silky fabrics, and women can't wait to wear them all spring. The brighter the colors, the better, and the more gorgeous the decorations, the better. This is probably a legacy of the Rococo period.

But a war changed all that.

In a war full of gunfire, people are always most concerned about safety and convenience.

Corsets and exaggerated whalebone panniers seriously affected mobility. In order to avoid shells, and to make it easier to grow vegetables and take care of patients, these two things were first abandoned.

Even the skirt is no longer a style with complicated decoration and skirt dragging the floor.Extreme situations require everyone to do their part in defending the city—dressing up and looking good doesn't count.

Now, the war is over.

Yet it has made an indelible difference for the city and its people.

"But, Your Highness, everyone always thinks that kind of dress is more beautiful—" Laura hesitated.

"Dear Laura, beauty can be defined." Joy smiled and patted her on the shoulder.

"Changing is never easy of course, but when it comes naturally, let's not look back. Wouldn't it be nice to say goodbye to pain?"

There may be many kinds of beauty in the eyes of different people, but when extended to the social level, aesthetics is often affected by complex cultural factors-what you think is beautiful may actually be just what your growth environment makes you think is beautiful.

This principle may not be romantic enough, but knowing enough historical experience, you can at least use this fact to make beauty a little healthier.

The thin waist that is stretched out will oppress the internal organs, and even the internal organs will be pierced due to excessive pressure on the ribs.Now that he has seen the dawn of innovation, Joey certainly does not want to go back to the morbid aesthetic trend of the past.

Girdle, bye.

"To be honest, I'd be very happy if women would stop wearing waistbands," Laura shook her head, "But I'm afraid we'll need a storm to make everyone like the new style, otherwise the girls You’ll soon realize that spring is here and it’s time to dress up again.”

"Huh!" Joey's eyes lit up, "You reminded me, Laura!"

Laura froze, "What?"

"Just in time, Barcelona is about to usher in an unprecedented opera performance. We can provide costumes for the actors on the stage! Even after the performance, there can be a fashion show right after it."

"Fashion show?" Laura asked suspiciously, "Like... in the salon run by noble ladies, those beautiful girls in fancy dresses showing clothes to the ladies?"

There are only a few high-end tailors that provide this kind of service.She probably wouldn't have known about it if she hadn't decided to devote herself to fashion design to support herself, thus getting to know many of her peers.

Joey laughed: "Almost. But this time, we want the audience to go out of the house and come to our stage to enjoy - with the perfect combination of stage art, plot, actors and costumes, the effect is like letting a few girls go to the salon It's much better to walk around."

She turned her head and looked at the sunshine outside the window: "Spring is here, and it's time for the girls to change into new clothes."

Perhaps because of the extraordinarily cold winter, the spring in Barcelona was extraordinarily warm this year.

Not only warm, but also lively.

The post-war city urgently needs to restore trade and economy. People who usually maintain the lazy inertia of winter at this time start working hard early, and the port of Barcelona is even busier than in previous years.

In the buzzing buzzing atmosphere of the whole city like a beehive, the Expo site on Montjuïc Hill and the Sagrada Familia on the Diagonal Avenue both ushered in the first stone-laying brick.

Of course, these two places are not the only places where large-scale construction projects are carried out.

The buildings are all big guys, and there is a lot of movement.

In addition, many reporters with a keen sense of smell have discovered other unusual things after a long stay.

—For example, Casa Fernandez is obviously more lively than ever.

The first to be captured by reporters was the violinist Sarasate.

He arrived with a Frenchman.

The man looked in a trance, his clothes were shabby, and his beard had probably never been shaved in his life—after many investigations, the reporters finally determined that this was the French music prodigy who was once called the "child prodigy" at the Paris Conservatory of Music with Sarasate. Georges Bizet.

As this news was dug up, people soon learned of another big news.

On April 4, on the eve of St. George's Day, Bizet's opera "Carmen" will premiere in Barcelona.

"Ah, French opera?" People's voices were quite disgusting.

"I heard that it was staged in Paris before, and it was scolded miserably."

"It's normal, the people there are not normal."

With the release of performance information, people in Barcelona quickly captured typical Spanish elements such as gypsy girls and matadors in operas.

This turned out to be a story that happened in Spain!

"Have you heard? Carmen is set in Spain!"

"What! Oh, I see, that's why the Parisians are so queer—they're just jealous!"

There was an instant sympathy for the composer, and a great interest in the work—

Well, they have no shortage of opera productions.

They just wanted to see, what did the ignorant Frenchmen fantasize about life in Spain?

Not long after, new gossip emerged.

The reason why "Carmen" came to Barcelona to perform was at the invitation of Her Royal Highness Princess Rose.

Moreover, His Highness himself will also attend the premiere!

At this moment, the whole city was boiling.

Can the opera that even the princess looks forward to be unsightly?

How many times in this life can you watch the same opera with the royal family members?

Tickets for the premiere sold out quickly in just a few days.

The ticket dealers who appeared spontaneously raised the sky-high prices for the tickets, but they still couldn't stop the curiosity of many people. There were even advertisements for buying tickets on the non-serious tabloids.

Meanwhile, the big newspapers, which claim to be more serious, have another concern.

A group of noisy French painters moved into the Fernandez House.

Since then, it's been like a party every day.

My God, is Her Royal Highness serious?

The Spanish concentration in Casa Fernandez appears to have dropped dramatically.

——His Royal Highness is very serious.

Freed from the initial onerous task of urban reconstruction, she devoted her passion to the arts.

Preparing art exhibitions, caring about opera rehearsals, and even expressing some opinions on stage art design and costume display after the curtain call from time to time.

However, Joey soon discovered that there was another unexpected trouble that followed.

These people are really annoying.

For example, Mr. Bizet.

It can be seen that the premiere of "Carmen" failed miserably, and he was indeed hit hard.

With Joey's promise and new performance reservations, he will go to the Liceu Grand Theater to guide the troupe's rehearsal during the day. Except for bloodshot eyes and a longer beard, at least he looks like a normal person.

But when night falls, he suffers from insomnia every night like a wandering spirit who has lost his memory, and then wanders to the roof of the building to enjoy the wind.

In the beginning, Sarasate often went to chat with him out of a sense of responsibility as a friend.

However, Bizet soon met a more like-minded person—Vincent.

Vincent loves to drink.

At the Fernandez House, it was the first time he met someone with whom he could have a night of drinking.

After the first hearty all-nighter, Vincent fell, and he took it as his duty to save this frustrated talented artist.

So, a few nights later, as soon as Joey stepped onto the roof, he could smell a strong smell of alcohol from the cool spring evening breeze.

Two men leaning back and forth leaning against a colorful mosaic chimney are very drunk, clinking glasses with two empty blue bottles.

"I don't understand, I really don't understand..."

Bizet cried until his beard was wet into locks, "They were the ones who said I was a genius before, and now they are the ones who say I insulted the name of 'genius'...Why, why? Why can't they understand What about my art?"

"Brother! You have to learn from me." Vincent laughed and knocked the bottle on the chimney.

"You gotta know, most people are vulgar—you gotta forgive them. You're a genius after all, they're not, right?"

"But if there is no public recognition, how is genius defined?" Bizet looked at the wine bottle in distress - unfortunately the wine bottle was empty, he only drank a lot of air.

Vincent waved his hand, "I thought you were a genius!"

He giggled, "I'm a genius too—so my approval is more important than theirs. God only gave them normal people's brains, but gave me Vincent's brains!"

Bizet raised the bottle to him tremblingly: "That's right, brother! Cheers to your brain!"

"Very well, Mr. Genius Brains," Joey rapped on the railing behind them relentlessly, "Your brotherhood is very touching, but it must end here."

"There are still two students at home who are preparing for the exam, so it must not affect their rest."

With her hips inserted, she delivered the final judgment.

Marie and Belen are preparing for the exams at the University of Barcelona, ​​and they meet every day to burn the lights and often study until late at night.

These two girls are probably the two most taciturn members of the Fernandez family, but each has more ideas than the other.

Mary wanted to study physics in the Faculty of Science, and Beren wanted to study civil procedure in the Law School.

Joy, who has inherited the fine tradition, attaches great importance to children's education.

In order to allow them to have a good learning environment to the greatest extent, she specially arranged a study room for them.

Close to the roof and away from other rooms.

And have to drive away the unconscious noise makers on the rooftop for them.

Joey deeply understands that early childhood education is really difficult.

If it weren't for her serious management, this gang of scruffy and strangely naive artists could literally bring the house down.

For a moment, she even missed the days when there were only Antonio and Mary here.

Although Antonio is not reassuring, and the chaos in the studio looks like a murder scene, at least he is quietly committing murder.

Speaking of this person, since the World Expo site and the Sagrada Familia started construction, he is so busy that he doesn't see anyone every day.

Antonio would go out early in the morning every day and often didn't come back until late at night.

Even if Joey is also a night owl with a pure academic background, he often doesn't know when he will come back.

Ah, this familiar recipe.

This is the daily life of an architect.

But the more times she did it, the more she felt tired.

So, on a sunny and mild morning, she sat at the table and dipped a churros stick into hot chocolate and put it in her mouth. When she saw Antonio who was about to go out in a hurry, she couldn't help muttering.

"You are so busy every day, why don't you just live there?"

Antonio stopped suddenly.

He turned his head slowly, with a hint of sourness in his tone: "Don't you want me to come back?"

"If you are like this now, it's no different from living outside."

Joey blinked teasingly, and cracked the crispy churros.

Very good, it's the reduced-sugar version that she specifically asked for, otherwise it's so sweet that my scalp tingles.

Antonio lowered his eyelashes, watching the girl eating her snacks like a little mole.

His tone became a little gloomy: "Aren't you worried that if I don't come back all day, there are people outside?"

"what?"

just you?

Joey couldn't help laughing out loud, and dropped a hand of baked biscuit crumbs.

She really pretended, if she didn't know the truth, she would have been deceived by him.

"Well," she raised her face with a smile, and waved a churros dipped in hot chocolate at him, "don't worry, Mr. Architect. Goodbye!"

Antonio:"……"

He turned away.

Then I really never came back to live.

However, several days had passed by the time Joey found out about it.

It's embarrassing to say this.

When she is free, she often goes to the Liceu Grand Theater to watch the rehearsals of the troupe's actors, and learn about the progress of costume preparations by the way.

"The stage effect of the newly made clothes is particularly good!"

Laura said happily to her, "It's a pity that the actors didn't have time to change their clothes. Oh, what a role Carmen is for selling red dresses!"

"How come there's no time to change clothes?" Joy wondered, "She's not always on the stage."

"But the actress's clothes have to fit very well, with many, many buttons sewn, and it takes a long time to wear them."

Laura sighed, "The makeup and hairstyle are very complicated during the performance, and you can't just unbutton some of the buttons and wear it on your head."

A light suddenly flashed in Joey's mind.

She compared the beautiful costumes to her body, tilted her head and smiled mysteriously at Laura: "Have you heard of zippers?"

……

"Hey, Antonio, I need your help."

Joey ran to Antonio's studio and pretended nothing happened.

Antonio was drawing pictures at his desk, and looked up at her coolly: "Dear Princess, will you still need me?"

"Of course I need it!" Joey was willing to let go of his figure in need of others.

"You are smart and handsome, and you can even build a house, so it's no problem to do a little force analysis and structural design!"

Antonio didn't speak, so Joey squeezed closer to him and put the sketch on the table.

"Look, I need to make a movable structure," she said while gesturing, "it's roughly like this. Apply force through this wedge-shaped slider to make these two rows of parallel tooth chains engage-this will hold the fabric firmly. Fastened together. It's called a zipper!"

She basically understands the principle, but it may be that she hasn't studied physics for too long, her brain seems to be rusted, and she can't do anything in her hands.

"How is it, Antonio?" Joey looked at him flickeringly.

Really spineless, she sighed in her heart, if she could do it herself, she wouldn't come to him.

I hope that sex|lure can work.

"Your Highness, I can't do this."

Antonio slowly pushed her notebook aside, and said in a business-like tone as if perfunctory to the client, "After all, I'm just an architect."

Joey: "..."

How can there be such a stingy man!

"You really don't do it?" She leaned over and threatened.

"No." Antonio lowered his head expressionlessly and continued to draw.

Joey stomped his feet angrily, turned around and went back to Fernandez's house, and began to do force analysis with the spirit of studying the final questions of the college entrance examination.

The zipper looks simple, but when you really want to design and make it yourself, nothing is right.

She was stimulated by some nasty guy, and she held her breath until late at night, and finally fell asleep on her stomach without knowing it.

Sleeping on the stomach is not very comfortable, and it is a bit cold. Even Joey, who has always had a very good sleep quality, can't sleep well.

In a daze of consciousness, she seemed to hear a very light rustling sound, and a warm heat source appeared beside her, and she subconsciously leaned over.

The cold subsided, and she fell asleep.

When Joey woke up again, he found himself sleeping comfortably in the bed.

A ray of pale golden sunlight fell on the stacks of manuscript paper on the bedside table, reflecting a shimmering metallic reflection that dazzled the eyes.

The two rows of tooth chains are neatly buckled together, and the end is a small rectangular slider.

It can be seen that it was done hastily, and the ugly is a little cute.

The world's first zipper lay there obediently, pressing the manuscript paper with densely drawn structural diagrams and a line of words at the bottom.

"You sleepwalking did it, it has nothing to do with me."

The author has something to say: I'm sorry for being late orz because it's thick and long!

Thanks to Ranxi, I’m really sick, why hasn’t my wife turned into a typewriter (I want to too!), 24694834, Lilian, Miao Ling’s nutrient solution~