[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

"I am." Karl Benz was flattered, "Your Highness knows me?"

Joey opened his mouth and closed it again.

Not only do I know you, but I also know that I can't afford your car.

"Well," when she looked at him again, her eyes were as enthusiastic as if she was looking at a golden mountain, and she took a step forward to hold his hand: "I have long admired your name!"

Antonio's expression changed slightly, and he looked at this strange visitor carefully.

Benz also seemed to be taken aback, his blushing face just now became even redder from anxiety.

"Investment, no problem!" As soon as Joey's words came out, the two heaved a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Oh my god, Your Highness, you really..."

Benz was rejected too many times, and at this moment, he was overjoyed and his mind went blank.

His company that was on the brink of bankruptcy was saved!

Joey waved his hand: "You don't need to thank me, I just fancy your company's potential. Also, I have a suggestion."

"Say it!" Benz rubbed his hands excitedly.

Suggestions from the great benefactor from heaven, you say, you can say whatever you want!

"No offense, but gas may not be a good fuel - I sincerely suggest you try oil."

"Oh, Eugen Petroleum Company is also an industry I invest in, and I will let the board of directors communicate with you."

After seeing off Benz who was dizzy with excitement, Pascal coughed lightly: "Your Highness, the Royal Protocol Officer from Madrid has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Ah!" Joy hugged her head. She has been playing a little crazy recently, and she almost forgot about it.

It's coming, it's finally here.

"His Royal Highness, Mr. Duke." The white-haired protocol officer bowed to the two of them in an impeccable manner, "I am ordered by the king to organize the wedding of the two of you."

Their wedding was scheduled for September 1879, near the end of the World's Fair.

To be honest, Joey didn't want a wedding at all.

Although she doesn't dislike the romantic sense of ceremony, when she thinks of the countless troubles that come with the wedding, from the repeated confirmation and rehearsal of the venue process, to the confirmation of the guest list and the invitation, the organization of refreshments, drinks, gifts, and customization Clothes, decorations, bouquets...

Of course, the scariest thing is to stand on the stage and be surrounded by hundreds of people like monkeys.

It is simply the ultimate hell of social terror.

Thinking of that scene, Joey's scalp tingles.

God, believers would like to go back to the profession of architectural design without computer-aided design, just to avoid the grand wedding of the nineteenth century...

However, probably because her prayers were not sincere, God ignored her.

Alfonso, who has always let her do whatever she wants, is very insistent on this matter, saying that this is a royal tradition and must not be abolished, otherwise other countries will see it as a joke.

Especially Joy? As the most famous princess in Europe today, her wedding must not only be held, but also must be held extremely grandly.

Letting her get married in Barcelona instead of Madrid is already the biggest concession.

What's more, even the Barcelona City Council didn't know what instructions from the central government, and came to lobby her every day——

Your Royal Highness, let us do the math for you, how many domestic and foreign tourists your wedding can attract, how much economy will be stimulated, and how much income will be added to the catering industry, clothing industry, gift industry, etc...

All right.Joey surrendered.

Otherwise, what else can we do?

Fortunately, Alfonso immediately dispatched the most experienced royal protocol officer with empathy.

All the affairs will be handled by a dedicated person, and she only needs to be responsible for walking around like a monkey.

The wedding will be held in the 600-year-old Barcelona Cathedral, the cathedral of the Catholic Archdiocese of Barcelona.

When planning a wedding, the first thing that needs to be started as soon as possible is the customization of the dress.

"Your Highness, the King and Queen have decided to give you the Iris Crown as a wedding gift, and hope you can wear it at your wedding."

"Tch, Alfonso is so stingy." Joey muttered in a low voice.

The smelly brother is not afraid that she can't help hitting him when she sees the crown.

According to the designer's description, matching the luxurious crown is an ivory white silk and satin wedding dress with a diamond collar, which is covered with delicate hand-embroidered tails reaching an astonishing ten-meter length.

"..." Joey thought silently, this is no different from dragging a curtain behind him.

No, ten meters is enough to hang three layers of curtains. This is the carpet that comes with it.

"Your Highness, I would like to report to you." The protocol officer flipped through the brochure meticulously, "His Majesty the King has sent invitation letters to all royal families in Europe. According to current feedback, it is expected that more than 70 representatives of royal families from various countries will attend by then, including King Christian IX of the Netherlands, Queen of Denmark, Prince Arthur of England, etc."

"In addition, there are more than 100 foreign envoys stationed in Spain, and more than 300 national dignitaries and celebrities from all walks of life. Of course, there are reserved places for you and Mr. Duke to invite guests."

"Please rest assured," the protocol officer smiled, "We will organize this wedding with the highest standards. We know that this is not just a simple wedding occasion, but a grand diplomatic occasion, and there must be no mistakes."

Joey: "..."

When it was over, she became more and more nervous as she listened.

After the protocol officer introduced the lengthy planning details, wedding process and etiquette, he entered Antonio's study together with him to discuss other details.

Joey was fine for the time being, and couldn't hold back his hand when he was anxious again, just in time to see today's newly delivered newspapers hanging on the newspaper rack beside him.

Hey, football special tracking, not bad.

Light and pleasant topics are just right to divert attention.

Joey spread out the newspaper and read it with relish.

"Yesterday's game: France defeated Portugal in the round of [-]. Our two neighbors put in an unparalleled performance."

"Today's schedule: Eighth-finals, England vs. Italy. It must be a very exciting matchup."

On the column next to the match tracking is a black and white football pattern - that is the first football design used in this World Football Championship.

However, Joey took a closer look and found that each black pentagon had a pattern of a rose and a crown.

"In this competition, the organizing committee gave each team a chance to choose - they can negotiate with their opponents to use their own football, or they can use the pentagonal black and white football designed by Her Royal Highness Princess Rose provided by the organizer. .”

"What is proud is that all the teams unanimously decided to use the organizer's match balls after trying the black and white footballs. France and England even approached the organizing committee immediately and expressed their intention to order a batch of match balls."

not bad.Joey was very proud.

"The organizing committee was very happy when the game ball was so popular. But soon, they found that they were too happy - the obviously very conspicuous black and white footballs disappeared frequently, and it was often after a game that everyone They all disappeared without a sound while cheering for the winner."

"As of now, more than 40 footballs have mysteriously disappeared. The organizing committee had to assign staff to act as 'football caretakers' to prevent the shortage of footballs from affecting the game. At the same time, they ordered an additional batch of footballs."

Joey couldn't laugh or cry, and then looked down.

"It just so happens that Princess Rose's wedding is approaching, and the organizing committee decided to make a special commemorative football for this batch of additional orders - the version design is the same as the black and white version, the black pentagon is changed to rose red, and the rose crown pattern is printed on it, To commemorate the wedding of Her Highness the Rose."

"At the same time, the organizing committee is working with the royal family to actively consider the proposal from the multinational delegation to allow players from the winning team to attend the princess wedding or ball..."

Joey: "..."

You can't escape the news of marriage even if you read football newspapers, and you can't live through this day.

At this moment, Antonio and the concierge came out of the study, the concierge saluted them and left the living room, while Antonio walked to her side.

Joey raised his head and tugged at his sleeve pitifully: "Antonio, can we not get married?"

Antonio was taken aback and patted her head: "What's wrong?"

"I'm nervous." She cried sadly.

Antonio thought for a while: "It's normal to be nervous."

Nonsense, is she abnormal?Joey thought angrily.

But why does her wedding have to be fatal like a graduation defense?

Joey thought about the sadness, and then started to cheat: "I don't care! I just want to get married in the Sagrada Familia! I like it the most!"

Antonio sat down beside her and shrugged regretfully: "Then I'm afraid we can only get married when the old man and the old lady come."

At present, only a facade and half of the columns of the nave have been completed in that church. The completed part cannot accommodate thousands of guests unless they are allowed to sit under the air-leaking columns.

Joey covered his face and moaned.

Antonio's low laugh came: "By the way, I thought about it carefully. After all, this church is extraordinary. It doesn't seem so unacceptable to build it for 150 years."

Joey jumped up immediately, and beat him heartbroken: "How can you be so reckless!"

Antonio took her hand and smiled as a matter of course: "Then why don't you come to the studio and watch me work, and make sure to improve efficiency."

……

Although he was extremely nervous, Joey had agreed to the wedding after all, so naturally he couldn't go back on his word.

She can only shift her attention more to her career and try not to think about the wedding to ease her anxiety.

The hateful thing is that one month before the wedding, the "España", which she reads every day, actually opened a special "Rose Column" to track the preparations for the wedding.

After Joey saw it for the first time, she immediately found the editorial department and expressed her dissatisfaction.

Unexpectedly, the editor-in-chief seemed to have expected that she would go to them, respectfully brewed a cup of excellent West Lake Longjing for her, and then said that if Her Royal Highness felt that she would feel anxious when she saw the wedding preparations every day, they would be happy to help her. She printed a separate newspaper without this column, which was delivered to her home every day.

However, this part of the content is the most popular column for readers, and they will never abolish it.

"Please forgive me, after all, you are so popular, Your Highness. This is the public's love for Your Highness." The editor-in-chief said with a smile.

Joey: "..."

She finally gave up struggling.

Distraught, she went alone to the Palazzo de Barcelona and went up to the top floor.

The palace has six floors. The first to third floors are currently open to the public as an art gallery, but the fourth floor and above are still her private space.

Although she used to fantasize that she was a princess living in a castle when she was a little girl, but when she really owned a castle, she realized that such a big castle was empty, with only various service staff, which made her panic.

She prefers to live in the downtown Fernandez House.

Joey came to the central room on the sixth floor with ease, found the keyhole under the rose relief, opened the door and entered——

This is the secret chamber on the top floor of the Palazzo de Barcelona.

Soon after returning from Santander, Joy used the key in the light bulb that Antonio gave her to try out several places in the building where she saw the rose relief - and it turns out that Antonio did use the relief as a key Hole hints at clues.

In the end, the key only opened the door on the wall of the cubicle on the second floor of Rose's milk tea shop.

Joy pondered for a while, and finally drew inferences from one instance to another, and deduced several other sets of corresponding relationships from the mapping between the light bulb and the building of the Rose House.

——Soon, she opened the music box that looked like the Fernandez House, and pulled out the key to the small room of the Fernandez House.

Pick out the key to the top of the Pearl Spire from the base of the Mercury Model in Park Güell.

From the model of the Montjuic Mountain Park that he later gave her, he found the key to the secret room of the Rose Palace.

Joey: "..."

Antonio is probably a rat.

Not only building a house is world-class, but so is hiding things.

Joy, who finally solved the mystery of the world, was in a great mood, and these places that only she knew soon became her favorite places to stay when she was troubled.

The small room, decorated with coral pink and pearly white curves, has a window that looks like any other.

When she first discovered this, Joy was really surprised at her blind spot—as an architect, she didn't realize that there was a room in the row of windows on the top floor that didn't exist.

Sure enough, I haven't been an architect for too long, and my brain is rusted.

Joey lay comfortably on the low sofa by the window and sighed.

Around Antonio, it takes a little courage to say that he is an architect.

As soon as she turned over, she suddenly frowned—there was an oil portrait of her hanging on the wall. I don't know when Antonio painted it, but it looks a bit crooked now.

... Joey didn't bother to move.

...But the more I look at it, the more crooked I feel, I can't bear it.

Ah, the damn OCD.

Joey stood up resentfully, and went to straighten the picture frame.

She stood on tiptoe, took the painting off the nail, and planned to hang the hook on the center of it—suddenly, she found that there was a small hole under the nail where the painting was hung, and there seemed to be a small dusty book stuffed inside.

Joey became curious.

This can't be another nesting doll Easter egg, can it?

Thinking of this, she reached out and pulled out the notebook.

There is a note on the notebook, which is really Antonio's scribbled handwriting.

"Considering your IQ, you should be safe here."

Joey: "..."

who? !

She opened the book angrily, but froze when she saw the first date.

April 1874, 12, sunny.

Five years ago, the day Montjuic Castle lost contact with the city.

This book is very worn out, and it is dusty when you touch it.

Although Antonio made a mess in the studio, he tried to keep the notebooks for writing and drawing clean and tidy.If it weren't for the fact that he really had no choice, he would definitely not use this book.

It does seem right.

This is a diary that Antonio wrote casually during the siege of Barcelona.

"I lost contact with the city today. The shells fell into the castle one after another in a perfect parabola."

"When I saw the parabola, I couldn't help but think of you—all the things that fell into my arms, only you were not a parabola, because the limbs made cushioning movements in the air."

Joey was originally in a heavy mood, but when he saw this, he burst out laughing.

What the hell is this?

Was the guy thinking of a parabola while he was being shelled?

Look further down, December 12.

"Still out of contact. Fortunately, the attack is concentrated on the castle. You must be fine."

12 month 3 day.

"The temperature suddenly dropped today, you must add more charcoal fire."

12 month 4 day.

This is the day the castle finally fell.

"It's probably the last moment."

"I want to take back what I said a few days ago. Although you didn't draw a parabola, when I think of you, my heart goes up and down in a parabola."

"..." An ink stain, the pen seems to have stayed here for a long time.

"Joy, being able to say your name before I die is the happiest thing in my life."

"But if God can really hear my prayers, I hope you forget all this and never think of me again."

……

When Joey ran to Antonio's studio, he raised his head unexpectedly, "Are you here? I happened to be looking for you..."

Without saying a word, Joey threw himself into his arms.

Antonio was taken aback for a moment, then ignored the assistants who hurried out of the door with his usual expression, hugged her with one hand, and patted her head with the other: "What's wrong?"

Joey hugged him without speaking, and it took a long time before he let go.

She raised her face and said with a giggle: "It's okay. What do you want from me?"

"Oh, help you relieve tension." Antonio said mysteriously.

He flashed away, revealing the ivory white wedding dress that had just been made.

"I gave all the construction crew a break. Today, it's just the two of us at the Sagrada Familia—go through the wedding process and you won't be nervous."

Said to help Joey relieve tension, but fifteen minutes later, when she opened the door in her wedding dress, Antonio froze suddenly.

With a thud, his Adam's apple moved.

At this time, the surrounding area was quiet, and the sound was particularly loud.

Joy suddenly remembered that not long ago she was complaining about Antonio looking at buildings more beautifully than people.

So, she suddenly got angry: "Antonio, be honest, do you think I am beautiful or the church is beautiful?"

Antonio was taken aback.

"Wow!" Joey jumped, "You don't love me anymore! How dare you hesitate! Hesitate between the cold stone and me!"

But she forgot that this wedding dress would look amazing even without the trailing tail, and she tripped as soon as she took a step.

While the sky was spinning, a pair of powerful arms caught her, then took advantage of the situation, and hugged her by the waist.

Antonio hugged her and walked towards the altar where the rose window had just been repaired, and said as he walked, "Joy, you reminded me."

Under the towering hyperbolic paraboloid, there are forest-like columns.

At this time, the morning sun was just right, and the sunlight passed through the warm-toned rose window in the east, and the light flowing out, with a colorful and warm color like cider, fell gently on them.

"Do you remember? When I watched the fireworks on Montjuic five years ago, there was a sentence I didn't finish."

"...?" Joey's mind went blank.

What did he say?

Antonio:"……"

He coughed uncomfortably, "You gave me three sentences, and there was only one sentence left in the end. As a result, I was too nervous and said the wrong thing."

"Ah—" Joey had a vague impression.

It seemed at that time that he really wanted to say something to her, but he was interrupted by the firelight in the city before he could finish.

Then, the war broke out.They were never in the mood to go back to that moment.

Joey wanted to say, Antonio, your ears are red again.

But she held back.

Leaning against his hard but warm chest, she felt the man take a deep breath.

"Joy, to me," he said softly and solemnly, "life without you is like Sagrada Familia without the rose window."

When Joey was in a daze, his kiss had already lightly landed on her lips.

Superficially soft and heartbreakingly soft.

pounding.

She heard her own heartbeat - no, was it hers, or his?

They were so close to each other that even their heartbeats seemed to be at the same frequency.

Joey looked at him quietly for a while, then suddenly smiled: "By the way, Antonio——I've found all the Easter eggs in all your buildings."

"Easter eggs?" Antonio was stunned for a moment before realizing, "Is this the term used 150 years later?"

"Yes," Joey nodded with a smile, "It's just a little hidden surprise? ——like Easter eggs."

"Very vivid." Antonio thought thoughtfully.

"So where are the eggs here? Where are they?" Joey looked around.

"...It hasn't been built yet." Antonio put her on the ground, "You will know later."

"Now, let's rehearse the oath—this is the only part that will require your voice."

Antonio was well prepared, and a piece of paper was placed on the beautiful altar, with the words they would say when the time came.

The bishop will officiate at the wedding, asking each of them two questions.

So, Joey played the role of the bishop first and asked questions about Antonio.

"Antonio Gaudi Cornette," Joey read, shaking his head, and couldn't help laughing. "Will you accept Joey Rosa Stellano as your legal wife—"

"Whether good or bad, rich or poor, healthy or sick, you will always be loyal to her, love her forever, and protect her?"

"I am willing."

Antonio gazed at her with a smile and continued without looking at the paper.

"Joy Rosa Stellano, would you accept Antonio Gaudi Cornette as your legal husband—"

"Whether in good times or bad times, rich or poor, healthy or sick, you will be loyal to him all your life, respect him forever, and accompany him?"

Joey opened his mouth, but made no sound.

Suddenly there was a mist in front of his eyes.

Antonio was startled by her sudden tears, and quickly hugged her shoulder: "What's the matter? Are you uncomfortable?"

"...I feel like I'm dreaming," Joey said tearfully.

The man in front of her, that genius who doesn't eat fireworks in the world, the one and only him in the world—how did she deceive him?

"Antonio, I think I must have saved the world in my previous life, so I can live another life and come here to meet you."

"You also saved the world in your life." Antonio took out a handkerchief and tapped it gently on the corner of her eyes, "You have saved countless people, and each of them is their own world."

"Besides, I think it's me who saved the world in my previous life." He squeezed her face, "If you meet me in another life, obviously I earned it."

Joey was not amused.

She sniffed and looked at him with red eyes: "I haven't even been in a relationship. I probably don't know how to love someone."

"Neither have I." Antonio held her face in his hands, staring intently into her lavender sunset eyes, "but I'm happy."

"Because I thought there was a house in everyone's heart—and I lost that key."

He opened his arms and wrapped her in his arms.

"I didn't know until I met you that I didn't need a key at all. My door opened by itself as soon as I saw you. The moment you moved in, I wanted to build you the happiest house in the world."

The color of the rose window fell on her long white wedding dress, as if the sunset glow was flowing wantonly.

Joey chuckled, tears still hanging from his eyelashes.

"Okay," she raised her head and hooked his neck, and said the last line: "Ben Key announces that you can kiss your wife now."

The breath of each other is lingering with the fragrance of flowers, and the colorful halo is like a ribbon lingering between their skin and lips.

She kissed him as a rose kissed Barcelona.

Some people say that Gaudí designed heaven for God, but God put the Garden of Eden in Barcelona.

150 years later, she came here alone, and the city was called "Gaudi's City".

That summer, the Garden of Eden on earth was scorching hot and the coast was blue.

The city enveloped her tenderly, everything breathed, the tides ebbed and flowed.There is no place where he is seen, no place where he is not.

Today, she is the rose princess who created the miracle of this city, which is closely connected with her life, and the streets and parks are named after her.

When people of later generations come here, they will stand in front of His Royal Highness the Rose's Palace of Barcelona and look at the endless city. On the dizzying geometric diagonal of the city, they will see the miracles created by him.

I once stood on the bell tower of the church and saw countless groups of white pigeons flying.

I have touched countless rosy sunsets in the Mediterranean wind.

I have traveled through so many distant and long summers.

Only when I met you did I meet my Barcelona.

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