[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

"I suspect that I have traveled to a parallel world, what should I do?"

Joey tremblingly typed this line in the search bar, and a lot of results immediately popped up on the phone screen.

Many people mentioned the famous "Mandela effect" in the answer, and they all said it magically. Why do you feel that the people around you have changed when you wake up? I clearly remember a certain classmate but my family members say that this person does not exist...

But she continued to look down, and felt that none of them were suitable for her situation.

The main reason is that most of the memory disorders found by others are concentrated on a few details, but she feels that her own memory is too different from the world.

It's almost like she's insane.

When did this situation start?

Just now, since she woke up in her pew in the Sagrada Familia.

At the end of this summer, Joey, who has just entered his senior year, dragged his luggage to Barcelona and is about to start a one-year exchange life at the Polytechnic University of Catalonia.

This university has the top 20 architecture majors in the world, not to mention it is located in Barcelona - the city she has longed for.

She arrived at the airport last night, and when she checked into the student apartment according to the previous email instructions, her roommate hadn't arrived yet.

Tomorrow is the opening ceremony. Due to jet lag, Joey spent the middle of the night arranging his room and sleeping in the middle of the night. Then he excitedly woke up early to visit the Sagrada Familia.

This is probably the instinct of all architecture students who come to Barcelona, ​​let alone her.

She brought her sketchbook and planned to stay in the church all day, watching the colorful light and shadow cast by the sun through the rose window from east to west.

Unfortunately, Joey has no idea about the power of jet lag.

Sitting on the sleek oak bench, she soon began to nod like a chicken pecking rice—and then fell asleep without knowing it.

She seemed to have had a long, long dream.

It's been as long as a lifetime.

The moment she woke up in a trance, the memory of her dream faded away like a tide.

It was already afternoon, and the sunlight shifted from the warm side of the rose window to the cool side.

The interior space of the entire church seems to be filled with clear lake water, so quiet that you can hear the waves rippling.

That's when Joey realized that everything was wrong.

First is the crowd.

As the most popular attraction in Barcelona, ​​there are long queues outside the Sagrada Familia every day, and there are always tourists in the church.

But now, the entire church is empty and eerily quiet.

Of course, Joey himself has no objection to the lack of people, and is even a little excited.After all, she didn't come to see the crowds.

However, when she walked into the underground Gaudí Studio Museum, her eyes casually glanced at the words on the exhibition board: "The church is expected to be completed by the end of this year..."

She read it several times in doubt, dumbstruck—why, isn't it agreed to be completed in 2026?

Can the Spaniards still finish ahead of schedule? !

Even up to this point, Joey just complained a few words casually, and then went to look for the famous rope model.

Because a large number of columns and arch structures in the church involved a huge amount of complex calculations, in that era without computers, Gaudí made a rope model of the church structure upside down with topological thinking ahead of the times.

Thin ropes are hung in the large wooden frame, and each rope represents a column; heavy objects of different weights are hung on the thin ropes to replace different building materials in equal proportions.

Therefore, he handed over the calculation that the computer would have to run for a long time to the gravity of the earth.A huge mirror is placed at the bottom of the entire model, and the image in the mirror is the upright support structure.

This genius idea is a perfect combination of mechanics and aesthetics, and it is also a classic in space geometry-it should be said that Gaudi is closer to a scientist than an artist.

Joy admired the model to his heart's content, and then saw Gaudí's 1882 work log on the nearby table.

"On September 9, the angle adjustment of the 22 oblique arches on the eastern half will be advanced as planned."

"September 9rd, an assistant moved the wrong three suspension points, all over again! Fired."

"September 9th, no inspiration."

Haha, as expected of him.

"September 9, Joey bumped the structure. Perfect angle, inspiration."

"On September 9th, Joey went to Athens, no inspiration. I really should work by Joey's side."

Wait, who is this "Joy"?

Out of a subtle intuition, Joey was keenly aware that something was wrong.

Looking at the introduction next to her, she was like a thunderclap——

Antonio Gaudí is actually married, his wife is a Spanish princess?

What the hell? !

She clearly remembered that he had been single all his life!

The memory was fresh and solid, not at all like a hallucination.

Every detail in the memory patted her chest, "I'm real!"

But Joey at least knows a little bit.

Since the explanation in front of me is like this, it is the fact.

So weird.

Is the world crazy, or is she crazy?

Joey shivered, took out his phone, and tried to find answers online.

She walked restlessly while swiping her phone, walked out of the underground museum unknowingly, opened a door and walked into another room.

She didn't realize something was wrong until she smelled the strong smell of coffee.

When I looked up, there were several large desks in front of me. On each desk were high and low large-screen computers, and all kinds of messy molds, pens and paper were piled up.

It looks like an office area.

A young man was sitting at the desk on the edge of the window sill, typing away on the keyboard.

Blocked by the large screen, Joey could only see his bright golden-brown curly hair and the aroma of a cup of coffee in his hand.

The damned social terror is very appropriate to break out.

Joey backed away quietly, trying to get out of here before the little brother who was concentrating on work found her.

Turning around, she was dumbfounded.

Which door did you come in from?

——Yes, it is very embarrassing, as an architecture student, she is actually a road idiot.

Joey struggled fiercely in his heart for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to make an awkward yet polite voice: "Sorry, I'm sorry to bother—"

"This is the office area, go out there."

The young man pointed to the door next to him without raising his head, his voice was deep and magnetic, but revealed a touch of indifference and impatience.

"……thanks."

Joey walked out in a desperate manner, not forgetting to turn around and carefully close the door.

Turning around again, she covered her face and sighed - there was a sign at the door: "Tourists are not allowed."

You really can't look at your phone while walking.

When she walked out of the church, the young man who was sitting in front of the computer suddenly frowned slightly.

The rhythm of typing on the keyboard slowed down, and he turned his head to look out the window.

At this time, a girl in a light blue plaid shirt with jeans and a backpack was preparing to cross the road.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on her long black and straight hair, as if sprinkled with a layer of warm golden powder.

He suddenly stood up.

"...Please ask for the pistachio and green arrow flavors, with chocolate chips and cashew nuts, thank you."

Joey stood in front of the Italian ice cream stand, struggling for a long time to overcome his difficulty in choosing.

"Hold it, be careful—6 euros." The fat aunt sprinkled chocolate nuts on the ice cream ball and inserted another thin egg roll before handing it to her.

The normal price of ice cream is less than 2 euros per ball, but here is next to the famous scenic spot, so it is understandable that it is more expensive.

"Okay... Huh?!" Joey flipped through his backpack, his expression changed drastically.

Where is her wallet?

After rummaging through the backpack and jeans pockets continuously, Joey's heart sank to the bottom.

She, presumably, was stolen.

"Miss, don't you have any money?" The fat aunt's expression became suspicious.

Sweat broke out on Joy's forehead, ignoring that the cone was about to melt on the back of her hand: "Uh, I'm sorry, I'll look for it again..."

It's over, I can't really find it.

The only good thing is that the mobile phone is always in hand.But here is not in China, there is no such convenient mobile payment!

Joey's mind went blank.

She came to a foreign country alone, and she was new here, she didn't know anyone, and she had nowhere to turn for help.

Dear Barcelona, ​​what an impressive welcome.

At this moment, a familiar magnetic voice sounded beside her: "I will pay for her."

Huh?Joey turned his head away in surprise.

His golden-brown curly hair was blown a little messy by the evening wind. The setting sun outlined his plump forehead and handsome nose bridge on his three-dimensional profile, reminiscent of the marble statue of Phidias in ancient Greece. curled eyelashes.

The sudden beauty crit made Joey lose his mind for a while.

this is not……

"Please buy another cone." The curly-haired brother suddenly turned his head and smiled at Joey, "What else do you want to eat?"

"Huh?" Joey was caught off guard.

Is this asking her?

"Oh, it's okay." Not hearing her answer, he chuckled and turned around, "Vanilla and rose, with chopped hazelnuts, chocolate sauce and roasted marshmallows, thank you."

Joey froze.

These are her two favorite flavors, as well as her favorite ingredients - just now she was struggling for a long time between seeking stability and trying something new.

She was at a loss, watching the little brother pay for the two cones without changing his expression.

Then he stuffed the other cone into her hand.

"This..." Joey was almost incoherent, "Thank you, thank you very much—but I really can't eat four balls."

"It's okay, give me what you can't finish." The little brother said very calmly, "The green arrow flavor may be more exciting to eat."

Joey suddenly shuddered.

There is no free lunch in the world, and there will be no good things if you are courteous.

Such a good-looking little brother can't be a scam | cheater——

cheat money?She was so stolen that she couldn't even afford ice cream.

Cheating? ...It seems that he needs to be more alert to this danger.

"Hurry up, the soft ice cream melts quickly." He took her hand very naturally.

Joey was startled and bounced aside like an electric shock.

"Excuse me, that, do we know each other?"

Joey said uncertainly.

She really didn't want to think that such a beautiful and kind little brother would have evil intentions.

The little brother was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed lowly.

I don't know if it was his own illusion, but Joey seemed to see a narrow smile flashing in his eyes for a moment.

"No, we don't know each other."

He didn't change his face, "It's just that you need to call the police now, and then go back to the dormitory."

"Oh..." That's true.

Sure enough, the little brother didn't try to touch her again, and kept a comfortable distance from her all the time, and naturally changed places with her after crossing the road, letting her walk on the sidewalk.

Joey's heart was beating fast, he was stiff and embarrassed, and he didn't dare to eat ice cream.

Speaking of which, the Green Arrow flavor is really exciting, and she regrets buying this flavor—it feels exactly like chewing Green Arrow gum.

Luckily the nearest police station was very close to the cathedral, and they were there within a few steps.

So, Joey took two huge double-ball cones like a fool, and completed the report registration and transcripts according to the guidelines.

After that, the little brother insisted on sending her back to the campus.

It was only when he walked to Girona Avenue that Joey suddenly realized that he shouldn't let him know his specific address.

So, she hurriedly stopped, and told him tactfully but firmly——bye.

The little brother didn't say anything, just smiled at her and held out his hand.

With his cold white cheeks and deep facial features, he was originally a calm and cold handsome.

But with this smile, the starry blue eyes suddenly came alive, and the stars were so gentle that they seemed to be dripping from the night sky.

pounding.

Before Joey could react, the cone he originally bought was taken away.

Then, the little brother actually licked the ice cream naturally in front of Joey.

Joey: "...?!"

Her face suddenly heated up.

This, is it so unrestrained...

"Goodbye."

With a chuckle, the tall and tall figure walked away with the ice cream, and quickly disappeared at the end of the street.

It was only then that Joey remembered that she didn't even ask her name after they helped her so much.

No contact information left.

But the next moment, she suddenly frowned——

How did he know that she was going back to the dormitory, not the hotel or home?

……

"Good evening, dear!"

As soon as Joey entered, he was taken aback by the girl who rushed to the door, "You are Joey, right?"

My roommate, Monica, with her highlighted indigo hair, waited until the last minute to move into the dorm, even though she was Spanish.

"My family is in Santander, a world away from Barcelona!" Monica plausibly said.

Joey soon discovered that this roommate, um, might be a little socially obsessive.

As soon as they met, she greeted her with affection and tried the special Cantabrian sobo cake she brought, and then began to try on dresses for the back-to-school dance, asking Joey about each one. Is it good or not.

Not long after, Monica's eyes flickered with gossip, and she asked her seriously: "Joy, is there something on your mind?"

Joey was taken aback.

She really has something on her mind.

She pulls out her notebook, looks up the Rose Princess—and finds more memory confusion.

In her memory, Princess Rose has no such person at all.

But the web encyclopedia told her that this legendary princess was one of the most influential people in the [-]th century.

She is a successful strategist, investor, inventor, designer, and engineer.

She took the lead in letting electric lights illuminate thousands of households, connecting electrical signals to the ends of the earth, discovering blood types, penicillin and putting forward the health concept of "drinking more hot water" saved countless lives.Her funding of various epoch-making inventions earned her the title of "the unveiler of modern times."

However, the weirdest thing is that she actually married Gaudi!

God of construction!

She can swear on her conscience, she clearly remembers...

and many more.

A burst of dizziness hit, Joey rubbed his temples.

Heck.

A vague memory suddenly popped up in the back of my mind, it seemed that Gaudí was indeed married.

It felt very strange, like having two sets of memories in her head, conflicting and confusing - but she remembered it clearly, a few hours ago, she had no new memory.

Not so good.

Joy came to Barcelona to study with passion, not to treat mental illness.

Simply inexplicable.

Why did she have the impression that Gaudí died alone?

What's even more inexplicable is why she felt suffocated when she suddenly found out that he actually had a wife?

She clearly remembered that Barcelona was "the city of Gaudí".

Today, it has become a pearl jointly created by the Duke and Duchess of Barcelona.

God, why would she, a single dog, come to a place filled with the sour smell of love?

"Monica, don't you think Princess Rose is weird?" Before she could react, the words slipped out of her mouth.

Monica's eyes lit up, as if she had suddenly found a bosom friend: "Absolutely! Absolutely weird!"

She patted the table and complained: "You are probably fine, especially us local kids who grew up under the clutches of Princess Rose!"

"Can you imagine? History textbooks, art textbooks, biology textbooks... Even walking on the road, there is a princess road. Can she understand the pain of a student with only 3 minutes of memory?!"

"Fortunately, I studied science in high school, so I finally said goodbye to history class," Monica said, beating her chest. "I didn't expect to study architecture again in college. My God! In the end, I came to learn her man's theory again!"

For some reason, Joey was stabbed by the phrase "her man".

"...We don't study Gaudí's architectural theory very much." She said sourly.

The main reason is that his style is too unique, difficult to imitate and also difficult to promote.

Studying his work is probably like telling you to open the refrigerator door and stuff an elephant in it, and then handing you an elephant to stuff it in.

"Ah, that's true." Monica shrugged, "But you know what? My family lives on the outskirts of Santander, not far from the two most famous houses there. A casual residence and a windy residence— —Of course the more famous name is Wuyouju.”

"Tsk tsk, can you imagine? Gaudi actually built that house secretly, intending to give it to the princess for a marriage proposal, but unexpectedly the princess bought another house... and then he worked overtime day and night , and handed over two works at the same time. Oh my god, it's just the prelude to our party B's history of suffering!"

"Ha, here's a joke for you. I visited those two houses when I was a kid and it was unbearable. The sour stench of love is going across the Atlantic!"

Monica rolled her eyes, "Then I grew up and I came to Barcelona—then I saw Casa Fernandez and the Rose Palace."

Monica's phone alarm clock rang.

"Oh! My friend and I have an appointment to go to the bar tonight." She rushed into the room in a hurry, and it didn't take long for her to change into a shiny silver dress, and went to the door to put on her shoes.

"Hey, class is going to start tomorrow morning, why haven't you informed the teaching assistant who it is?" Monica muttered.

Many courses in the university adopt the form of teaching large lectures + teaching assistants and small lectures. Teaching assistants are generally served by current doctoral students, and they will grade undergraduates' homework, papers and designs, which is almost the same as half a teacher.

She put on her shoes and stood up, then turned around again, "Joy, let me tell you, meeting a weird teaching assistant is the worst experience in college...God bless us with a normal teaching assistant this time."

"Hahaha, I hope." Joey smiled and waved his hands, "Have fun!"

Monica left, and Joey was alone in the dormitory, continuing to check information.

Not long after, her mobile phone vibrated suddenly - WhatsApp displayed a series of messages.

The first is the small class group that was just formed today. A new person was added to her and Monica's group, whose name is Antonio Fernandez.

On this piece of news, it was Monica's news bombardment——

All voice messages, with romantic singing in the background.She probably had a good time at the bar.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"My God, Antonio Fernandez would be willing to be a teaching assistant! A comet hit the earth!"

"..." Joey thought for a while and typed a "?".

Monica made a plop face.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you who he is."

Monica quickly sent a bunch of links and messages.

With her help, Joey quickly learned about the doctoral senior.

He originally enrolled in the same year as Monica, but because of his outstanding academic performance, he graduated from a four-year undergraduate course in just two years, then started graduate school, graduated with a master's degree a year later, and started to study for a Ph.D.

Now the senior is in the first year of his Ph.D., and the projects he designed have won several international awards. It is said that a new project he presides over may soon be nominated for the Pritzker Prize—one of the most prestigious double awards in the architecture world.

The strange thing is that although he is a legend in school and has attracted countless attention because of his outstanding appearance as a major, he himself is very low-key, and he hardly deals with others on non-essential occasions.

There had been gossip that Antonio Fernandez might have come from a well-established family—but he never said, and no one knew anything more specific.

Therefore, his family background has always been a mystery among the students. It has been passed around, and the more it is passed, the more outrageous it is. Some people even say that he is a descendant of the royal family.

Ha, what a joke.

Joey almost burst out laughing, it's the 21st century, and he's still dreaming of meeting a prince around the corner?

But thinking about the "prince" himself... well, Joey was silent.

At the same level as Monica, that is also her level, 22 years old.

They enrolled in the same year are now seniors, and they are already PhDs, so they are here to be their teaching assistants...

People are really mad at people.

Joey returned to the computer resentfully, and decided to continue reading the information on Princess Rose.

For some unknown reason, when she looked at the long content of the entry, she felt slightly unconvinced.

But I couldn't help but keep pulling down.

Princess Rose's investments are all over petroleum, electric power, construction, civil engineering, medicine and other major industries that promote the modernization of the world. She has an amazing vision and has accumulated unfathomable wealth.

Not to mention, she even single-handedly supported half the sky of modern art, sports and entertainment, and was an important promoter of the feminist movement.

Joey: "..."

It’s all about being a princess and a rich woman. She supports painters with one hand and designs footballs with one hand. She owns more than a dozen world cultural heritage sites, and she is the first to lead the trend of delicious tea drinks and ice cream cones. There are even haunted house amusement parks and script killers. !

It can be called both work and entertainment, with both a beautiful skin and an interesting soul.

Is she the devil?

At this moment, Monica suddenly sent her some photos.

I clicked on it, and I didn't know what angle it was taken from. The thin figure in a tight-fitting sportswear outside the window was completely blurred, and I could only roughly see that he was tall and well-proportioned, with a pretty good figure.

An exclamation followed: "Wow, look at that waist, those abs—his girlfriend is so lucky!"

Joey was used to being bombarded by her news, so he replied absently.

"Does Antonio have a girlfriend?"

Silence for half a minute.

Then, the phone started vibrating crazily.

When Joey swiped away the phone that was shaking like Parkinson's, Monica's overwhelming news almost cooked her phone.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Joey, I really blamed you!"

"I thought you were a good baby!"

"So you are so bold and direct! The Oriental heroine!"

"Go up, go up, Oriental heroine, fly to the sky, and take off the pearl of the crown of architecture!"

Joey: "???"

Then she found out what she had done.

——She just slipped her hands.

Send the message to Monica to the class group!

All the blood in the body rushed to the brain with a "boom".

...Fuck!

Joey nearly dropped his phone.

Now, not only does the mobile phone seem to have Parkinson's disease, but even she seems to be infected.

With trembling hands, she clicked on the message she just sent, and tapped the screen with a speed that was even crazier than grabbing red envelopes during the Spring Festival Gala, almost poking a hole in the hot screen——

Withdraw, withdraw, withdraw!

Her first day of exchange!

Her little oriental fairy is set up!

Finally - click on it!

Joey was tearing up, and moved his trembling hand to the "Undo" button.

Then, among the three or four icons showing "read" at the bottom, I saw "FA" representing assistant coach Antonio at a glance.

The author has something to say: Joey: I am dead, I have something to burn incense.

Antonio: Yes, this is it.

When the author went to Barcelona to play alone, he found his mobile phone stolen just after arriving at the hotel from the train station... Thieves are really rampant!If you travel, you must be optimistic about your property!

Thanks to the nine-string bazooka and the Coca-Cola mines!

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