[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

"Mr. Earl, I would like to thank you again for taking the time to visit the church near Santander." The president of the architectural association smiled.

There's really nothing to be thankful for, Antonio thought.

It was just because it was relatively close to where they lived, and he thought he would see Joey soon after the visit.

Otherwise, why would he waste his life in such a lackluster chapel?

"Monsieur Earl!"

Father Brown, the head of the church, walked over like a black cloud swept by a strong wind, with a smile on his face: "Welcome! We are so honored that you can visit our Santiana Church. "

The president looked back at the assistant: "Quickly take a picture, yes, pay attention to the angle!"

Father Brown continued to exchange pleasantries: "Perhaps you will notice that the design of this church imitates your arch design style..."

"I don't have any style, and I'm not worth imitating." Antonio took a step back indiscriminately. The dancing priest got too close.

Every building he designed is different, and it is the result of the combined effect of natural environment, human environment and design purpose.

If you just imitate a certain design used in a certain structure without considering why it is used here, it will only make the built building nondescript, like putting an ivory in the mouth of a lion.

"Ahaha," the priest thought he was being modest - although Antonio had no such thing.

"We all know that your architecture is unique, especially the sense of flowing sanctity, which is like your signature."

"Indeed." The architects who visited together nodded, and the chairman couldn't help asking: "Mr. Earl, how did you design such an effect—I mean, can you tell us about your design concept?" ?"

Antonio thought for a while, "Actually, there is no design concept. I just think that in the aesthetics of architecture, straight lines belong to humans, and curves belong to God."

"Wow," everyone was amazed, and many architects looked at each other with wide eyes-they all knew the weight of this sentence.

"Hurry up and write it down! We can emphasize this sentence when we release it to reporters. The design concept of a genius architect was born in the glorious Santander!" The president whispered to the assistant.

"My God," said Father Brown, crossing himself in a very exaggerated tone, "the newspapers say you are the architect who knows God best. Just look at the magnificent statue of the Sagrada Familia today." If you look at the surface structure, you know that when it is completed, it must be a great work."

He rubbed his hands and said in a more enthusiastic voice: "It is a great honor to invite you to visit our church today-we are repairing the church and hope to make it the most beautiful church on the Northwest Coast. Mr. Earl, Do you have any comments on our renovation... Ah, I wonder if we have the honor to ask you to be the designer?"

The faces of many architects of the Architectural Association became a little unnatural, especially the president.

This is different from what was said at the beginning.

The Honorable Earl is on vacation on the North West Coast and is also a guest of the Architectural Society.Do you still have customers to work for them?

At this moment, a priest in black robe hurried over.

"What's the matter, Cass?" asked Father Brown.

Father Cass hesitated to whisper a few words in his ear, and Father Brown suddenly showed a look of astonishment.

He turned to Antonio and coughed lightly: "Mr. Earl, I'm very sorry for asking...you are not married yet, right?"

Antonio couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

The president suddenly lowered his face: "Father Brown, your question is too presumptuous."

He quickly turned around again: "I'm so sorry, Mr. Earl...you don't have to answer this kind of question."

Count Antonio Gaudí is known to be single.

His legendary life experience is not only famous in Barcelona.

Seeing the eyes of the architects, the two priests immediately felt relieved.

Father Cass quickly bowed to Antonio: "Forgive me, we have just met a shameless woman who dared to say that she is the wife of the Earl—let me just say, that kind of traitor against God, evil How could a witch, a liar full of lies, know the noble Earl!"

He said very decisively: "Don't worry, we will drive this liar out of the church now. God bless! We must not let the vicious woman disturb our respected guests."

Everyone couldn't help but wonder in their hearts.

Pretending to be someone else's wife?That woman was probably driven by the devil?

The association temporarily invited Mr. Earl to come here today—that woman was really unlucky, she even pretended to be a fake, and she was directly exposed by herself.

"Of course the sooner the better!" said Father Brown.

He turned his head, and immediately put on a friendly and warm smile on his face: "Mr. Earl, I don't know what you think of the invitation just now—"

Antonio said at this moment: "Dear priest, I'm afraid not."

"Ah, why...why?" Father Brown showed a heartbroken and shocked expression.

How could anyone refuse the priest's request?

"I'm sorry, but I'm a traitor against God, a wicked witch, and a lying liar sir."

After Antonio finished reading the string of awkward adjectives, the corners of his mouth couldn't help curling up, "And as you said just now, this couple who disobeyed God, evil, and full of lies will probably be kicked out of the church now."

Everyone finally understood and petrified in an instant.

The president was about to speak to the assistant: "Remember... oh no, no, don't remember..."

Father Brown was dumbfounded, and stammered, "No, that's not what we meant..."

Father Cass also hurriedly answered: "Mr. Earl! I ran too fast just now, so I didn't make it clear... In fact, she is the most beautiful and intelligent girl I have ever seen. I think the Lord must have a special preference for her... ..."

But while they were talking, Antonio had already seen the door.

It didn't surprise him at all that the girl who was looking to break through the nun's block was full of energy.

So Antonio walked over and saw the purple-eyed girl Shi Shiran raised her head and stretched out her hand to him: "Honey, what are they planning for me behind my back?"

"They didn't program you," Antonio smiled, taking her hand like a husband picking up his wife from a ball. "Father Cass just said you must be the Creator's favorite."

"Oh?" Joey raised his eyebrows.

At this moment, the sound of hooves and long neighing came, and Sotura, wearing a tall black top hat, appeared at the door.

He quickly jumped off the horse, ran to Joey and quickly took off his hat, bowed and said, "Your Highness! We didn't know you were Princess Rose before, so please forgive us for not taking good care of you."

Everyone heard what he said.

There was a dead silence all around.

Immediately, people saw the second horse stopped, and a tall soldier jumped down from it—"Royal Messenger!"

The president of the Architectural Association opened his eyes wide. He recognized this exclusive uniform.

Half an hour ago, the royal courier set off from Santander to Sotura's house, only to find Don Sotura, and then followed him to the church to look for the princess.

"It's a pity," Antonio murmured gloatingly, "It seems that Her Royal Highness's disguise game can no longer be played."

Joey: "..." Shut up, Antonio.

"Your Royal Highness," the messenger bowed to her in a standard manner, "I am sending you this telegram under the orders of His Majesty the King—I hope you can return him a telegram as soon as possible."

"Your Highness, please wait!" Just as they were about to leave the church, Father Brown rushed up from behind, as if he had finally finished the draft.

"We just said, why did we see a bright rainbow hanging in the sky early this morning, so holy and beautiful... It turns out that God is telling us that today we will see a noble person shining with the brilliance of an angel. Woman! Your Highness! I wonder if you can take a photo with us—just in front of this church, which is very similar in design to your husband!"

"Perhaps in a few years, you will understand," Joey turned back, holding back a smile, "If you want to imitate another person's design, you'd better obtain authorization first, otherwise it will be an infringement of intellectual property rights."

"Intellectual property rights?" The pastors who had never thought about this question froze in place.

Father Cass wanted to catch up and say something, but Sotura stopped him coldly: "Wait a minute, Father——I want you to explain, what's going on with my daughter? What about my wife? is crying?"

On the other side, when Joey opened the letter, he was surprised and delighted: "Alfonso is getting married?"

The brat moves pretty fast.

"Yes, the wedding is scheduled for next January, and a grand ball will be held at the end of the year—His Majesty the King invites you to return to Madrid to attend the ball and the wedding."

"Of course I will!" Joey said happily.

"A few more months," she asked Antonio. "Going to Madrid together?"

Antonio looked a bit distressed, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm busy building a house."

For some reason, Qiao Yu always felt that this voice sounded inexplicably resentful.

She couldn't help laughing, "Is it so tiring to design a house? I haven't seen your dark circles so serious in the more complicated and bigger palaces before."

She thought for a while, and said generously, "If you're so tired, I can help too—I'm half an architect now."

In fact, I was half an architect, she said to herself.Too bad I didn't get my diploma.

"No need." Antonio replied quickly.

Ha, that's fine.

Joy felt like he was starting to lose his hair preventatively at the thought of computing structural mechanics without the aid of a computer.

"By the way, I'm ready to make wine - the cider here is a specialty, when I'm done brewing, I invite you to drink!"

"Thanks to you, I am now very familiar with Pasteur's theory," Antonio replied calmly, "so I will carefully evaluate whether the wine you make is drinkable or not."

"Too much!" Joey pushed him, "Let's see."

Unexpectedly, Antonio was really a crow's mouth.

Joy's first cider began to show a very enchanting orange-pink color on the sixth day of fermentation. The layered color is dreamy and enchanting, just like the brightest mushrooms-very poisonous at first sight.

So she had to throw away this failed product, pick new wild apples, and try again.And then the third, fourth, fifth time...

It takes more than ten days to brew cider every time, and a lot of things have happened in the small town of Santillana in the quiet sea during these few months.

For example, the priest of the Santiana Church sent people to invite them many times, and each time the people sent had outstanding eloquence, from the noble beauty of Joey and Antonio all the way to the dandelions blooming on the grass in front of their door—" Those little lucky flowers are as dazzling as witnessing the brilliance of an angel."

However, he was still ruthlessly rejected by Joey.

Of course, as a member of the royal family, the reason she gave now is decent enough, "I'm busy with work and have no time to go."

In addition, Sotura sorted out the relevant situation of the Altamira Cave and published the research results.

This result shocked the whole of Spain.

Newspapers even published press releases about Princess Rose's visit to the art cave.

The reporter vividly described that Her Royal Highness was very surprised to see the huge lifelike paintings in the cave, and praised it as "an outstanding beginning of human art".

Since then, the cave of Altamira has become so famous that even His Majesty the King has expressed interest in visiting it.

On the afternoon when His Majesty's important statement was published in the newspaper, "Carmen" staged its first performance in the small town of Santillana.

Princess Rose attended the premiere on the North West Coast in a show of her ongoing support for openness to the arts.

This overly wild opera caused a huge stir in this still very conservative land.Although the church urged people not to go to watch this "indecent demon show", the venue was still full.

Also on that day, Joey's No. 12 cider brew was on the verge of success.

The sugar content of apples is not high, and the alcohol content is not high.Joey specially bought brandy and ruby ​​​​wine from the town, and wanted to try making cocktails.

In this era, this is still an extremely rare thing.

It's just that she didn't expect that when she returned home, Antonio hadn't come back yet.

"Really, why don't you see him working so hard? Could it be that there are really women out there?"

Joey muttered something and started his own wine making business.

This time, through the glass bottle, you can see the bright pale golden liquid with strings of transparent bubbles, and when you open the cap, you can smell the sweet aroma of apples and the refreshing aroma of wine.

The fine sediment at the bottom of the bottle shone with a moving deep golden light in the sunlight, and after a little shaking, it flowed slowly like fine golden sand.

So tempting.

Joey couldn't help but had a drink first.

Such a soft and warm taste, as if drinking a sip of pale golden cotton candy - she couldn't help but take another sip.

"No. You can't make a cocktail if you run out."

She added some brandy, added cider and ice, added wine—she didn't really know how to make a cocktail, she was just experimenting with different combinations, judging only by her tastebuds.

After tasting it, Joey felt a little dizzy.

She picked up the bottle and saw her ridiculously deformed face on the transparent body, red like an apple—oh, it seemed like she had tasted a little too much.

So, when Antonio came back, the whole family felt like a thief.

Before he could figure out what happened, a monster in a red robe jumped out with an "ow" and jumped on him, a sweet smell of alcohol came to his face——

"If I want to love you and want you to love me, how would you respond?"

she sang, shaking her head.

Only then did Antonio realize that Joey had pulled off the red curtain, wrapped it around his body, and was singing "Carmen" to him.

In the original play, this is the libretto when the matador woos Carmen, and Carmen will answer him: "Love me if you want to. As for me loving you, it's best not to think about it for a while."

Joey breathed out in his ear, so startled that Antonio almost let go of his hand and threw her to the ground, and hugged her in the next second, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Antonio:"……"

A certain person obviously has a good capacity for drinking, but unfortunately he has no self-knowledge.

It seemed that he had to finish the construction of the house quickly.

Thinking of this gave me another headache.This little devil was probably sent by God to punish him.

He carefully carried Joy to her room and put her on the bed.

Joey grabbed his neck like an octopus.

When he lowered his head, he saw a blush in the corner of her eyes, raised her head and shook her head and continued humming: "Before you, no man has ever disturbed my heart like this—"

"Then you really have no vision." Antonio finally got used to the current situation, and ruthlessly pushed her hand away.

With a cry, Joey hugged him even tighter, and rubbed against his neck: "Antonio, His Highness eloped with you, do you want to—"

Antonio froze for a few seconds.

A stream of fiery blood rushed to the top of his head——

A few seconds later, he quickly pulled her hand off her body and stuffed it into the quilt, as if it was a snake handing him an apple.

"Antonio!" Joey stretched out a hand from under the quilt angrily, grabbed his tie with a wave, and tore it off, "You can't do it!"

"You man without feelings, big liar, eyelash monster, architect, graduate..."

Joey closed his eyes and talked nonsense, completely unaware of what he said.

Her lips were suddenly covered with hot softness, drowning out all the endings of her vague words.

The fiery kiss was wrapped in faint anger, and it suddenly hit like a storm.

The sweet aroma of cider stirs up the mind-boggling atmosphere, the heart beats uncontrollably, and the heat of alcohol explodes in the brain like fireworks——

There was a sudden pain on the lips.

Forbearance's low and hoarse voice carried a hint of threat, and his hot breath was deep and shallow in his ears: "Drunk people have no right to say whether it's okay or not. What do you want to do, you can talk about it when you wake up."

"I'm not drunk." Joey chuckled, licking his lips with insatiable desire, and the tip of his small, pink tongue flashed past the bright red lips.

Antonio couldn't help rolling his Adam's apple.

When the white hand stretched out towards his cheek again, he immediately avoided it like a repelling magnet, couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed the water glass next to the bed, and poured half a glass of cold water.

"I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk..." Joey was still rolling on the bed.

Antonio's eyes darkened, watching her ponder for a moment.

Suddenly his heart moved, and he approached cautiously: "Joy, why...you always seem to be able to predict the future?"

"Huh?" Joey looked up at him, his eyes flickering in ignorance, as if he didn't understand what he was talking about.

thump.

Antonio's heart surrendered spinelessly.

Forget it.

She had her own secret, and if she wanted to, she would tell him someday.

Antonio closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, making up his mind.

He turned and grabbed a pen and paper from the bedside table.

After a few swipes, a schematic diagram of the force was quickly drawn on the paper, and he handed it to Joey.

"Okay. The heavy object hanging in this picture has a mass of one kilogram. You can calculate the binding force of these three hinges. If the calculation is correct, I will admit that you are not drunk."

Before he could finish speaking, Joey started covering his head and howling: "Antonio, are you a devil!"

"It's a pity that you found out." Antonio firmly stuffed her hands into the quilt, "Go to sleep."

It's a pity that Joey won't cooperate obediently.She grabbed Antonio's wrist and waved it, "Antonio, tell me a story."

Antonio:"……"

The tricks of Her Royal Highness never repeat.

"Tell me a story! I won't sleep until you tell me!"

Writhing like a caterpillar, she hummed "Carmen" again: "You won't refuse my request—"

She raised her face and smiled triumphantly.

"Because you love me."

Antonio silently covered his forehead.

He evened out his unsteady breath, and his voice became hoarse: "Once upon a time, a dragon captured the princess."

"Pfft!" Joey waved his hands in dissatisfaction, "Isn't that the story of St. George? It's too old, I won't listen to it!"

"You wait first." Antonio grabbed those dishonest hands, "The princess said, what are you going to do?"

"The dragon said, I brought you here because I want you to design a house for me—I want the most beautiful house in the world."

"Aha!" Joey laughed, "What a cunning dragon! Grab free labor!"

"So the princess started planning."

"The land construction project in the vicinity of the Dragon Cave has a planned land area of ​​1.6 square meters and a total construction area of ​​1 square meters."

"She first did geological exploration. She took 55 rock and soil samples for testing, drilled 66 holes, used free-fall hammers to do 77 standard penetration tests, and measured elevation at 88 points."

"The geological survey results show that the surface is 0.5-1 meter thick miscellaneous fill soil, which is widely distributed; then there is black silty clay with a layer thickness of 3-6.8 meters, and then there is weathered limestone..."

There was a long and gentle breathing sound.

His princess has fallen asleep.

Antonio stopped and looked at her quietly.

Joy is like a burning sun when he is awake, always full of energy.

But when she closed her eyes and fell asleep with trembling eyelashes, she looked so innocent and peaceful, as if there was nothing to worry about in the world.

Antonio suddenly smiled, and stuffed his cool little hands into the quilt, his low voice seemed to be talking to himself.

"Then, Long said, those complicated designs weren't needed at all."

He leaned down and gently kissed her smooth forehead.

"With you here, this is the most beautiful house in the world."

The author has something to say: Antonio: I have a special technique for putting children (bushi) to sleep.

Thank you, Sunny, I hope there is no heaven, exam, Tristan's nutrient solution~