[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

"So, gentlemen, could someone be kind enough to explain to me what's going on here?"

The girl who jumped off the carriage wore a pearl white silk top hat with jasmine flowers on it, and walked to the edge of the delicate atmosphere with a smile.

"—I am the master of this house."

A clerk in a normal suit stood by the door, while several police officers were placing warning signs around the corner of the construction site, with the entire area off limits.Unknown pedestrians and neighbors on the other side of the road were very curious about the unexpected situation here, and they were looking around through the bushes.

On the other side, the construction workers who were overwhelmed by the forced shutdown sat in two or three rows on the doorstep, each holding a cup of milk tea and whispering while drinking.

Joey looked around, and soon found the culprit not far away.

The architect with a smear of dust on his white shirt sleeves was lazily leaning against the balcony on the first floor, concentrating on scribbling and correcting his portfolio, as if he didn't care about the fact that the police were sealing up his construction site.

Hearing the familiar voice, he raised his eyes and nodded to the clerk with a cold expression: "Okay, the owner is here. Can we tell the reason now?"

The clerk didn't even look at him.

"Ms. Fernandez, good morning." He flipped through the register in his hand, wrote something with a pen, and spoke in a businesslike manner.

"It's like this. The matter is very simple. The remodeled side of the house is beyond the scope of municipal regulations, so this house is now an illegal building and temporarily sealed off. If you don't report to the city hall for a treatment plan that meets the standards, you can't Keep building."

"Regulations, heh." Antonio snorted, and the pen in his hand drew a "tear" sound on the paper.

Joey frowned and asked, "But shouldn't the remodeling plan of the house be reported to the city hall before construction started? Why are you telling us that it's beyond the allowable range now that it's halfway through construction?"

"Ah, miss, you may not understand that the remodeling plan submitted in advance is usually somewhat different from the actual one. And the city hall did not require completely accurate drawings from the beginning."

The clerk checked the registration book again, "For example, your architect submitted a... this."

He showed Joey a scribbled pencil plan, "simplely marked the style and footprint, that's all."

It is indeed "nothing more". After all, if this picture is not a floor plan of a building, it is not impossible to understand it as a stick figure of the little prince.

...Joy didn't know what to say for a moment, and wanted to smile a little bit.

She should have taken what the guy submitted to the city hall to take a look at first, otherwise she wouldn't have ended up in such an embarrassing situation.

Who would have imagined that a famous architect in architectural history would be so perfunctory on the planning drawings!

But if you have to take care of this, then what's the point of her being Party A?When I think about it, I feel that I have lost a lot.

No, wait.

Joy recalled that she seemed to have heard an anecdote about the master, saying that he had no budget for building a house, not even a complete design drawing, and the precise image of the whole house only existed in his mind when construction started Then he sculpted it bit by bit like pinching plasticine.

... She thought this was just a story for later generations to add embellishment.

Architecture is a science.Store thousands of data in the brain?Absolutely impossible.

Unless he's just intuitive.

Hiss, is that still human?

The clerk looked at Joey's face and said cautiously: "Miss, frankly, I'm just a clerk who doesn't understand architecture. But even I can see that this architect doesn't seem to care much about your house." Take care."

"The experts in the Department of Architecture are sincerely worried about the consequences you will suffer, and in addition to this young man's bad record, they suggest that you change to another architect—after all, it is still easy to find architects in Barcelona without bad records of."

Oh, that's unnecessary.

Just as Joey was about to speak, the clerk suddenly added a sentence in a subtle tone: "Considering your status, the experts said that if you change to another architect, they will be happy to recommend it for you, and they may be able to slightly improve the municipal planning. Give you accommodation."

"Accommodating?" Joey raised his eyebrows, "What do you mean by accommodating?"

The clerk blinked: "If you ask me, I don't know. I'm just a messenger."

Antonio smiled faintly: "Let me translate. If you change the architect, this will be fine. If I build it, there will be problems. Isn't it?"

The clerk spread his hands: "If you want to understand this way, I can't help it. I've said it all, I'm just a clerk."

Huh, I understand.This is where her architect came to touch porcelain.

This can be a bit tricky.Antonio is afraid that he has offended the city hall and deliberately troubled him.Trouble will be troublesome, but they have found a reasonable name.The blatant provisions of the municipal regulations have been brought out, and if it really comes to the institutional level, no one can criticize it.

"What about them?"

Why not come to a professional point, or on-site theory theory.

"Experts are busy discussing the plan of Montjuic Mountain," the clerk smiled awkwardly but politely, "and it is really clear at a glance whether it complies with the municipal plan, so as long as I come to deliver the notice. "

He also knows how to learn from a pit, not stupid.The people in the construction department were probably humiliated by Antonio's face-to-face questioning last time, and this time they simply hired temporary workers to cover the package.

"Go back and tell those so-called experts," Antonio said suddenly and coldly, "If they insist on sticking to this range, then no problem, I will cut off the column that exceeds the range in the vertical direction. This line that you restrict."

Um?Joey blinked.

The sun came out from the west, Jesus was born before Christmas, and the master enlightened?

As a result, the architect's words came together without hesitation: "At the same time, I will ask someone to carve a line on this smooth plane—'The missing corner here is dedicated to the greatest and rigorous Barcelona City Hall in the world'. "

There was an awkward silence for a while.

Joey raised his eyebrows knowingly.Still a familiar formula.

Afterwards, the clerk scratched his head: "Well, this, if you must do this, it doesn't seem to violate any regulations..."

He flipped through the booklet in his hand, as if trying to find out an appropriate strategy to deal with the provocation, but he failed in the end.

So, the clerk quickly made a decision: "Well, it looks like I've delivered the notice. Then I'll go back. Goodbye."

He took two quick steps, then looked back at Joey: "Dear miss, let me say again, if you are interested, the city hall can recommend candidates for you."

After saying this, he shrank his neck, turned around and slipped away.

"Chi yo yo..." A worker was fascinated by the excitement, and didn't notice that the milk tea was drunk, and suddenly made a clear and loud air grunt.

The workers around were feeling genuinely embarrassed for someone, so they breathed a sigh of relief, and they all looked over: "Dude, why are you drinking so fast!"

Joey couldn't help laughing, and then felt a condemning look on him.

She quickly suppressed her laughter, then coughed lightly, then turned her head: "That, Antonio..."

"So, are you going to change to another architect? Miss Fernandez." The pair of clear blue eyes stared at her faintly, with a half-smile.

Joey blinked and held back a smile: "That depends on the performance of my architect."

"However, I think Mr. Architect's proposal just now is quite good. Cut a corner and engrave a word? No problem, the owner agrees."

She said it very sincerely.

Count Guell might not want words provoking the city hall to be written on the supporting pillars of his roof, but Joey thinks that the pillars on the outside of his house have a plane cut out and the words "dedicated to the great city hall" are engraved on it. interesting.Maybe when Antonio becomes famous in the future, this place will become a famous scenic spot.

Only her ghostly architect could come up with such a genius idea.

Hearing this, Antonio pursed his lips tightly and stared at the girl for a while.

"In that case," he tugged at the half-open neckline, and bowed to her lightly, "then your architect will give you a better suggestion."

"Huh?" Joey looked forward to it.So dignified.

"—recommend you to find another architect, Miss Fernandez."

After leaving this sentence, the architect in the white shirt turned around and walked away without looking back.

He walked fast, and when he passed the black willows on the side of the street whose leaves hadn't fallen off, a gust of wind suddenly blew.

The last slender golden willow leaves from the black willows fluttered like feathers and swirled over his tousled chestnut-brown hair like golden biscuit crumbs on a chestnut cake.

The wind seemed to have no intention of stopping, passing through the winding streets, blowing up the awnings next to the houses, making one unable to help but want to cover the skirts of these shy buildings.The bare trees beside the road swayed in the wind and shivered in the news of the cold winter.

Joey froze in place, not recovering for a long time.

...uh, is he angry?

she asked herself in disbelief.

What's so angry about this?

On the porch stood a row of plump finches, like a bunch of fresh berries on a gray bush.At this time, they suddenly chirped together, as if they were mocking stupid humans.

Joey suddenly felt that this scene seemed familiar.

A few months ago, she had overheard someone making sarcastic remarks about Antonio in a café next to the architecture school.At that time, she was very angry, but Antonio had a sincere curiosity on his face: "What's so angry about this?"

At that time, she thought, how angry this is!And the innocent little expression on that guy's face made her even more angry like adding fuel to the fire.

She also wondered, did the anger center in his brain give way to artistic cells?I've never seen such a temper tantrum!

As a result, now, it was her turn to be messed up in the wind.

Why do they always seem to be on a different channel?

Is he abnormal, or is he abnormal?

...It must be that Antonio is abnormal, and Joey immediately patted himself awake.This confidence is still needed.

After all, she is a normal person and he is not.

Thinking about this, Joey burst out laughing.

Oh hoo.She seemed to finally understand why Gaudi was said to be a bad-tempered genius architect in the records of later generations.

It turns out that the master is angry here!

She seems to have discovered Antonio's little secret.

It seems to have found a hedgehog covered with shiny golden thorns, and it turned out to have a soft pink belly.

As a result, a kind of unstoppable happiness, like being tickled by someone, gushed out from the bottom of her heart like a fountain of laughter, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but crazily rise.

This is also very good, you have to let some ignorant guy understand that even if you are a genius, the world will not revolve around you!

What's more, he is just a half-baked genius seedling.

As for your own house?

It doesn't matter, if you can run to a monk, you can also run to a temple.

Until he got into the carriage, Joey couldn't help laughing every time he thought about it.The crisp sound of horseshoes stepping on the winding stone road, mixed with the rustling sound of trees shaking violently.Waves of whistling came, and the wind seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

When he arrived at the residence, Joey got out of the carriage and was startled suddenly—the sky had darkened at some point.

It was only noon, and the entire city of Barcelona was filled with dark clouds, which completely blocked the daylight, and the whole city became extremely dark.

The sea in the distance was tumbling black, and the sound of huge waves hitting the reef could be heard in the city, and the sea and sky were blurred into a ball.

The dark and stuffy air made it hard to breathe.

The door opened, and Pascal came out with a heavy face.The flickering kerosene lamp in his hand swayed in the strong wind, while the newspaper in the other hand was rattled by the blowing.

Joey's heart sank suddenly.what happened?

"Your Highness," Pascal said aloud against the wind, "Sunday Barcelona has published a report that the curse of developing Montjuïc has been fulfilled."

A white light suddenly tore through the sky, illuminating the dimly lit city houses.The moment the huge sleeping black shadow of Montjuic Mountain in the distance was illuminated by the snow light, it looked like a pale skeleton lying on its back between the sky and the earth.

"Several bodies were found along the tram tracks this morning."

The author has something to say: Antonio: Here I suggest you change to a male lead.

Joey: Bye bye bye bye, no CP is better!