[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

"Can he really not be an architect?" Professor Luiz was still a little unwilling.

"No, no, it's not that you can't be an architect—" Joey said hastily.

"That's fine!" Professor Luiz was surprised.

Joey: "...No, trust me, he's more talented in the arts."

In fact, there are far more geniuses in the arts than in architecture.

Genius often represents extremes. It is common for a skill to be full and everything else to be zero.The goddess of art welcomes such a person.

But architecture should not only have bold designs, but also need to resist the gravity of the earth, and consider unromantic engineering constraints such as structure, mechanics, and materials.

It is a highly comprehensive and rigorous science and engineering discipline.

Frankly speaking, architecture itself is against genius.

Thinking of this, Joey couldn't help sticking out his tongue, and subconsciously looked at the people beside him——Antonio held his hands on his chest and watched her persuade the young genius to study architecture, with a rather subtle expression.

Joey grinned at him.

After all, there is only one Antonio Gaudi in the world.

"Speaking of which, my wife and I got acquainted because of you." Professor Luiz was beaming after hearing the two people's praise for his son, "That was five years ago, when your sponsorship brought Barcelona together many Artist, I went to Lonha Academy of Fine Arts to apply for a job at that time - I met my wife just before the interview, and we both fell in love at first sight!"

"In the second year, our little genius was born."

The little genius silently stepped forward and tugged at Joey's cuff, raised his head and said sweetly, "Your Highness, I also want to see the murals in the Altamira Cave."

With fair and tender skin, big watery eyes, and long and curled thick eyelashes, Joey felt like her heart would melt when she blinked——God, why didn't she know that Picasso was so beautiful when he was a child?

But after all, he was such a young child, and Joey looked at his father hesitantly: "Mr. Luiz..."

"No problem! This is our family's honor!" Professor Luiz said without hesitation.

This time, the train from Barcelona to Santander became very lively all the way.

"Your Highness, coffee for you!" Little Picasso clumsily put down the exquisite porcelain cup with his fat and short hands, "I added half a sugar cube, and I drew a flower with milk."

When the 17-year-old little queen saw the cute little flower with milk froth in the coffee cup in front of her, her face blushed immediately: "Oh, you are such a little angel!"

"There is also His Highness's black tea, without sugar and lemon." He turned to Joey again, with a pretty and delicate face and an innocent smile.

Joey has been observing the master's toddler state with great interest, and he is simply amazed.

Now that the rank is so high, the little guy doesn't know how many girls there are when he grows up.

She soon discovered that the child was indeed gifted, and not just in painting.

He is very self-aware of his beautiful appearance, and he is quite aware of the advantages that this beauty brings to him.On this basis, he can easily judge how to make others like him-as for whether to use his own observations to please others, it all depends on his own wishes.

He seemed to understand very quickly that Joey was the one to please, and that making Mercedes happy would make Joey happy too.

But he always ignored the other passengers in the carriage.

Even so, everyone just thought he was a shy and quiet kid, but they couldn't help but praise him for being beautiful and cute, he was much better than those stinky kids who ran around rashly with a hand full of chocolate sauce.

As for Antonio—

The little guy sat quietly next to the architect, obediently without saying a word, watching intently as he frowned slightly writing and drawing in his notebook.

Then when Antonio stopped writing for a nap, he winked quietly at him: "Mr. Earl, Her Royal Highness has been looking at you just now."

Joey: ...Actually, I was looking at you, little devil.

So, when the train arrived at the destination, even Antonio was willing to help the little guy look at his paintings one by one, and then patiently gave suggestions for revision.

When he arrived in Santander, Picasso conquered all the painters sketching here with lightning speed.

Monet's youngest son was just born, and it was the time when his father's love was boundless, and he could not wait to treat little Picasso like his son.

Vincent was not very interested in children at first, but after the little boy praised his paintings seriously, he immediately agreed to his request to let him sit by and watch his paintings without hesitation.

Morisot even got special care from little Picasso - every morning, he picked a bouquet of wild flowers in the yard and gave it to the "elegant lady painter", amused this aristocratic woman who was used to jewelry. Laughing, when I saw him, I couldn't help pinching his little face.

As a result, little Picasso soon won the unanimous love of everyone, and received an honor that other children had never had—to walk up to the paint trays and canvases that these painters regarded as their lives, and to appreciate their paintings up close.

While everyone was happily taking care of the little angel, Joey secretly observed the process of the high-ranking human cub taming the naive four-legged beast.

Little Picasso gave Don Sotura's eight-year-old daughter Maria a beautiful jewel that Morisot had given him, and secretly kissed her on the cheek.

The next day, when Maria came to visit again, she actually put on a beautiful dress that she never liked to wear before. When she saw the little boy, she turned her head shyly and blushed.

Joey was amazed, wishing to bring all those artists over - take a good look, the same painter, why is there such a big gap between people?

As long as you have half of his means, how can you always be frustrated in love!

Especially you, Vincent!

From spring to summer, life in Santander is bustling and peaceful.

At the end of April, French anthropologist Cartel Heike visited, and Sotura took him to visit the Altamira Cave.

In May, shortly after his return to Paris, a public apology to Sautura was published in the journal Anthropology.

The stories of great discoveries are moving.

The discoverer is not a professional, so the story is a little more dramatic.

If you add the plot of being ruined and rehabilitated-it is simply the favorite material of journalists and novelists.

The public was not yet fully aware of Altamira's importance, but sensitive newspapers and biographers soon followed suit.

Sotura was overwhelmed and quickly announced that he no longer wanted to be interviewed.

So the reporters flocked to the Santillana Church, trying to find the person in charge, Father Brown: "Father, what's your opinion on Altamira's regaining the world's recognition?"

However, the priest reacted more quickly and ordered the interview refused before the first reporter found him.

People on the outskirts of Santander took this as a joke and told it for several months; when the Altamira cave became famous all over the world many years later, many people would think of this episode again.

In July, Joy also waited for her good news-Queen Victoria wrote back to confirm that Britain was willing to organize the World Football Championship with Spain, and the inaugural game would be held during the 1879 Barcelona Universal Exposition.

In the early morning when he received the telegram, Joey jumped out of bed in surprise, and ran to knock on Antonio's window in his dressing gown: "Antonio, let's go climb a mountain to celebrate!"

Antonio quickly swept something on the window sill into his palm and raised his eyes.

The girl happily lay beside his window, her uncombed thick black hair hanging down her thin shoulders like seaweed, shimmering with light golden fragments in the sweet morning sun.

Antonio nodded helplessly.

When Joey has an idea, he often has to put it into action immediately.

He was used to it.

The two quickly prepared the items needed for hiking, and only said hello to Suotula, without disturbing the lazy sleep of the nocturnal painters, they stepped into the mountain in the morning light amidst the chirping of the goldfinch .

The further you go into the mountains, the denser the woods become.The forest smelled damp and fresh, and from time to time wild red and black raspberries would wrap around stones or stakes, catching their clothes unexpectedly.Lush myrtle blossoms with voluptuous purple flowers are as fragrant as a hair ornament dropped by some wicked witch who lives here to seduce a prince.

The chirping of cicadas came from overhead, and the mottled and swaying shadows of the sun under the sieve of towering trees.Following their footsteps, the squirrel "chucked" up the tree, carefully looking down at the two uninvited guests with its bright black eyes.

They pushed through clumps of ferns, which grew like green curtains of water from the tangled stone mounds.

Thousands of small red, yellow, and blue mushrooms grow unscrupulously in clusters, and every step will startle a few green grasshoppers, their slender transparent wings are shining.

Antonio suddenly grabbed Joey.

She turned her head and saw him making a "shh" gesture to her.

Joey pricked up his ears and soon understood what he meant.

There was a sound of "Heng Chi Hum Chi", which was the grunting sound of a wild boar they were very familiar with.

In the countryside of Santander, wild boars are not uncommon, and once ran to their yard to steal the dried fruit that Joey dried.

But this time, if you listen carefully to the sound, you can recognize many thin and rapid grunts, and a grunt that is thicker—probably a sow wild boar is looking for food with her young.

While wild boars generally avoid humans, if this is the case, a frightened sow may attack a person.

Joey tensed up and looked around.

Antonio held her and pushed her up——a stone cave was in the depths of the bushes not far away.

Joey understood immediately, and the two carefully pushed aside the entangled vines at the entrance of the cave, and got into the cave.

"Oh, the skeleton!" Joey exclaimed in a low voice, and suddenly became excited-are they going to find another Altamira?

"Let's go inside!"

This cave seems to be larger than Altamira, and piles of animal skeletons and ashes left by burning can be seen through the light outside the cave.

This is also apparently a cave where humans lived long, long ago.

The uncleaned hole was a mess, and the fire was weak. They could only struggle to push aside the pile of bones and walk in.

Through the cavern at the entrance, there is a long and twisted corridor.

When we got here, all the natural light had disappeared, and we could only see a few inches of light from the oil lamp.

Antonio will make a mark every time he passes a fork.

It was dark here, and it was eerily quiet-but Antonio walked ahead, and Joey was not afraid at all, and followed happily behind.

His lamp had taken over the job of finding the way, so her lamp swung left and right, looking for possible murals.

The walls of the cave are very narrow, smooth and damp to the touch.

It's a pity that it is clean and there is no mural.

Joey suddenly felt that this scene was very strange, and poked the back of the person in front of him with a smile: "Antonio, don't you think we fell into Alice's rabbit hole?"

Suddenly she bumped into Antonio's back.

"Ah! What's the matter?"

Joey staggered, and was immediately embraced by his steady and powerful arms.

In the darkness, Antonio lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "Listen."

Joy held her breath—she heard it.

In the narrow tunnel, they were very close.Joey felt his body temperature through the thin fabric, and his heartbeat suddenly started to speed up.

After a while, he asked her softly, "Did you hear that?"

"Well, I heard you."

Joey stretched out his hand narrowly and poked his chest: "I heard your heartbeat."

Antonio was taken aback for a moment.

Joey couldn't help laughing, and simply leaned over and put his ear to his chest: "Now it's still speeding up—pound, thump... oh!"

Before she could finish speaking, her lips were blocked.

Her hand was pressed against the rock wall by him, and the cool softness touched her lips, followed by a stormy kiss that caught her off guard.

The scorching body temperature overwhelmed her, and she was bound between the narrow rock wall and his arms, his breath was entwined at the tip of her nose, her mind was blank, all the rabbit holes, murals, and prehistoric humans were all gone along her hair.

After a long time, Joey pushed Antonio away out of breath: "I'm going to suffocate to death! At least you wait until we enter that big cave—"

Antonio replied unsteadily, "Then don't mess with me next time."

They walked a few steps forward, and the lights that originally illuminated the surrounding rock walls seemed to be suddenly swallowed by thick black shadows and melted into the endless void.

This is a relatively open cave, and the sound of water droplets can be heard clearly.

The light from the oil lamp is insignificant here.

Antonio turned around to mark the opening through which they had entered, while Joey eagerly took a few steps forward.

Crash—she stepped into the water.

"what!"

The light shines on the feet, and there is a clear lake at the bottom of the cave.The thin transparent lake water covers the smooth limestone walls like a layer of sparkling crystal.

This doesn't seem to be excavated by humans. It may be that previous humans dug through natural caves.

The two searched around, but there was no sign of any murals.

Joey sat down on the rock in disappointment, and muttered, "Sure enough, only Altamira has murals."

Friends who live in this cave, look at others, and then look at you!

Antonio suddenly repeated: "As expected, only?"

Joey blinked.

Antonio turned his head and leaned against the rock wall: "Joy, you seem to have known that there are murals in the Altamira cave."

The slightly beating light reflected his light blue eyes, so crystal clear, as if he could see through everything.

"Not only that." He seemed to have finally caught a cunning little mouse, with a brisk smile in his eyes, "You seem to have known a lot of things a long time ago."

"Hey, I was discovered by you." Joey said with a smile, "I'm actually an angel sent by God to you."

Antonio nodded very cooperatively: "Joy, you are my angel."

Joey was caught off guard and felt numb.

Antonio walked up to her and knelt down halfway, and took her hand: "I didn't mean to pry into your secret."

"But I made a list of 24 possibilities, so curious to see if I got it right - oh, angels are one of them."

Joey was suddenly amused.

24 types!

God, worthy of your architect.This is really Antonio.

Antonio's blue eyes watched her quietly with a smile.

Joey had had enough of laughing, and a feeling of emotion welled up in his heart.

God knows how heart-scratching it is to keep a huge secret and never tell others.

She didn't say it because she couldn't judge what this secret would bring her if it was revealed.

In this day and age, if people didn't believe her, they might say she was a crazy woman and put her in a mental institution.If they believe in her, how terrifying and coveted the ability to predict the future is, what will the various powers do to compete for her...

Sharing secrets is fun, but survival instincts take over.

Right now, it's just the two of them here.

And she believed in Antonio.

Down the rabbit hole of fantasy and bewilderment, there seemed no better moment to tell him this secret.

Joey became playful, and couldn't help but reach out and mess up his curly brown hair: "Antonio, tell me your guess first."

Antonio really began to explain very seriously: "First of all, it is divided into three categories."

"The first category is boring, everything is a coincidence."

"The second category is very general, assuming you can indeed predict the future - there are many sub-categories under this category, mainly due to the different sources of predictive ability."

"There are both scientific branches, for example, you have obtained advanced insight through a large amount of data collection, and have amazing information analysis capabilities; there are also theological branches, for example, you are an angel."

Joey looked at him with a smile on his cheek: "What about the third category?"

"If all this is not a coincidence, you don't have the ability or means to predict the future, but you do know what will happen in the future," Antonio blinked.

"That can only be - you are from the future."

Joey couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Antonio's eyes lit up all of a sudden: "It turned out to be true!"

"When did you come from? What was the world like at that time? How did you come back? What did you come back for? Could a time machine be invented in the future? This kind of technology is really incredible... Even if it can be made, it must have cost a lot of money Manpower and material resources, I am afraid there is a very important task to send you back? Do you want to save mankind from some huge disaster?"

Joey was shocked.

She had never seen Antonio talk so much at once.

The questions are listed in a clear and orderly manner, obviously the question list has been prepared in advance.

...As expected of Antonio.

He held back for so long before asking, I'm afraid he has prepared a bunch of questions for every possibility.

For example, if she is actually an angel, he probably has questions [-], [-], [-], [-], [-] for her.

"Stop, stop," she covered Antonio's mouth, narrowly watching his bewildered eyes that were suddenly interrupted by herself.

"Let me say it first. I actually don't know anything. I somehow opened my eyes and came here, and I was in a body that doesn't belong to me." Joey shrugged.

"Then your name is Joey?" Antonio asked immediately.

"No, I'm just Joey. Well, how do I put it...I'm originally from another country and speak another language. Joey is my name."

Antonio thought about it very seriously: "Then since you came here, has the original owner of this body come to your world?"

"Huh?" It was Joey's turn to be stunned this time, she had never thought about this question before, "...Maybe?"

She recalled what she was facing before she transmigrated, and suddenly felt great pity for Princess Rose who might have replaced her.

But it also reminded her of one thing.

"By the way," Joey laughed, "Antonio, we're actually colleagues. I'm also an architect—well, well, I haven't graduated yet."

This time Antonio opened his eyes wide.

Joey patted him on the shoulder: "But I actually want to say that I am not the chosen one, and I don't have any secret missions on me. I even have a large debt! God, praise Princess Rose."

"Ah." Antonio responded flatly.

"Are you disappointed?" Joey raised his eyebrows.

"No, I'm very happy." Antonio came back to his senses and took her hand.

Oddly enough, he seemed genuinely happy.

This man is inexplicable, Joey thought.

The messy haired head in front of her suddenly lowered, and the warm and soft touch on the back of her hand interrupted her wild thoughts.

Antonio half-kneeled in front of her, kissed the back of her hand lightly, and then raised his head.

"Joy, maybe you met me just to come back."

Joey was stunned for a moment.

At this moment, Antonio was watching her intently.Those blue eyes, sparkling with laughter, were as beautiful as sapphires soaked in lake water.

She then bent over with a smile: "You are really humble, Mr. Gaudi."

Antonio stretched out his hand to embrace her, and Joey rubbed his head against the skirt of his shirt, feeling his low smile making his chest vibrate slightly.

"Ask you a question." Joey raised his head and looked into his eyes, "Antonio, when did you fall in love with me?"

Antonio was taken aback.

when?

Was it when he stood behind her, pointed out the error in her calculation process, and bent down to smell the faint fragrance of her long hair?

Or when she aggressively dragged herself out of the cafe in front of the school and said to him, "You will be my architect"?

Or the very beginning, five years ago on St. George's Day, when he happened to be sketching by the window of that cafe, and she happened to walk to his window, when he drew her by a ghost?

Looking at Antonio's serious expression, Joey knew that he was really searching his mind honestly, trying to find that wonderful moment that no one could explain clearly.

She couldn't help laughing.

Her architect, from start to finish, is downright silly.

"Think about this question slowly." Joey took the time to pat the lime on his clothes, "I can answer first."

Antonio gasped for breath.

"Me," the girl in her arms looked up at him, pulled his neckline to let him approach her, her eyes seemed to be full of milky way.

"I fell in love with you after 150 years."

Antonio was startled, then suddenly understood.

Great joy exploded in his mind like fireworks, the colorful lights dazzled him, and the rumbling sound almost made him deaf——

"Wait, did you hear that?" Joey asked him, frowning.

Antonio regained his senses.Not the voice in his head, but the real voice—a heavy boom.

An ominous premonition suddenly came to my heart.

Antonio thought for a while, got up and picked up a lamp, "I'll go outside and have a look, don't wander around."

After taking two steps, he turned his head again, "If you must walk indiscriminately, remember to mark it."

Joey chuckled and waved at him—this man really knows himself.

She sat there, watching his small beam of light gradually go away from her, feeling a little hot on her face.

Unexpectedly, she actually revealed the secret so easily.

It feels good to tell a secret.

Joey stretched his limbs comfortably.

With a "crash", she stepped into the water again.

Ah, what a nuisance.

……and many more.

A trace of doubt flashed in Joey's mind.

Did she remember wrongly?There seemed to be no water here just now.

After a while, she suddenly felt cold.

"Antonio?" she called tentatively.

The sound echoed in the empty cave, except for the regular sound of dripping water.

No one responded.

Joey suddenly picked up the lamp and stood up, ignoring his things, and stumbled out along the hole he had just come in.

More drops of water seeped out of the narrow cave wall, and it was cold to the touch.

"Antonio?" She called out as she walked, with beads of sweat gradually oozing from the tip of her nose, and her voice gradually turned into a cry.

Calm down, panic is the big taboo when encountering emergencies... She kept saying to herself.

Finally, Antonio's vague voice came from a distance: "Joy!"

"Here I am!" Joey yelled, suddenly stepped into a puddle and fell staggeringly.

The water was so cold that it reached her knees.

At that moment she really wanted to cry.

"Come out!" Antonio's voice was anxious like never before, "It's raining heavily, and the mountain is not stable enough..."

An ominous creaking sound suddenly came from above the head.

Joey looked up in horror, and only had time to shrink back suddenly with his body instinct.

Rumble.

Huge stones fell from the sky, and the cave collapsed with a deafening noise, instantly extinguishing all the light in her vision.

The author has something to say: Therefore, non-professionals should not explore unknown caves, it is very dangerous.

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, babies! (The author who sent this plot covered his face and ran away)

A little tidbit about Picasso:

The master has indeed grown into a handsome and scumbag killer in love, who has attracted many women.His mother said, "He is as beautiful as an angel and a devil, and no one can't help but want to look at him more."

I looked at the photos of Picasso when he was a child, it was really a little angel www

Thank you for the nutrient solution~