[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

The first World Expo was held in London, England in 1851, and it was called the Industrial Exhibition of All Nations.The "Crystal Palace" built in London has become a world-famous architectural landscape, and the United Kingdom has also established its leading position as the "world factory" through this exposition.

Since then, more and more countries have realized that in this era of increasingly rapid information transmission, an expo that gathers cutting-edge products, technologies and information from all over the world can help a city, or even a country, quickly Become famous all over the world.

It is also for this reason that the competition for hosting the expo is becoming more intense year by year.

"Registration for the 1879 Exposition is about to close. According to the telegram sent back from Paris, [-] cities have registered. In addition to European cities, there is also San Francisco in the United States of America in the New World." Philip held a stack of documents and flipped through them. Said to Guell and Joey.

Philip of the Economic Office of the City Council is the general person in charge of Barcelona's bid to host the World Expo, Joey is a special consultant, and Count Guell was elected as an honorary member of the bid committee—of course, because of his kindness and kindness, Philip often went to He was always very welcome to come to his family's ball to discuss the preparations.

The three sat by the round table sofa in the corner of the earl's house hall.

The band is playing the melodious and soothing "Serenade", and other people in the hall are enjoying the dance and wine comfortably, while they are discussing business.

"Our people have already gone to Paris to submit materials, and the materials will go through the first round of primary selection. Considering that the last bid entered the final selection, it should be no problem for Barcelona to enter the second round of the primary election this time."

Philip introduced to the two, "The second round of re-election and the third round of final selection are two public presentations. The re-election presentation will have six cities participating in March-just spring. The final meeting will be Three cities have entered the second public presentation in mid-July. Three days after the presentation, the organizing committee will vote and announce the results."

Joey asked: "Aside from Barcelona, ​​which other cities signed up?"

"We have sorted out the information of other registered cities. At present, it seems that the cities that are more likely to enter the re-election include Brussels in Belgium, Milan in Italy, Geneva in Switzerland, Moscow in Russia, and San Francisco in the United States. Oh, yes——"

Philip frowned, and took out a newspaper from the file folder. "Although I didn't get the exact news, there are newspaper reports in Paris, saying that an internal source of the organizing committee revealed that London has signed up again this time."

"London?" Guell was taken aback. "London has been held twice before, right? This is too unfair."

"Who says it's not," Philip sighed, "but there's no rule saying that it can't be repeated—of course the French won't stipulate this, after all, they can never hold too many World Expos in Paris."

The two fell silent for a moment.They also remembered the unprecedented embarrassing scene they encountered at the earl's house ball last year when Barcelona lost to Paris last year.

They specially picked a lively dance party, and wanted the celebrities in Barcelona to witness the good news of the city's successful bid to host the World Expo. As a result, everyone was so embarrassed for them that they wanted to cast an amnestic spell on themselves.

Guell shuddered unconsciously: History won't repeat itself again, will it?

Philip thought silently that maybe they shouldn't be discussing this topic here.

Ominous.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that Joey tilted his head slightly to read the newspaper, evoking a vague sneer.

"Miss Fernandez, what have you found?"

"No." Joey looked back and smiled.

She saw another news under that news, exaggeratedly emphasizing it in bold italics: "Our defeat is coming again!"

The subtitle reads "Barcelona bids again for World Expo."

Oh, Frenchie.

Joy turned over the whimsical Paris paper and gave it no thought.

A servant came over and put a newspaper on the coffee table on Guell's left: "Mr. Earl, the "Barcelona Evening News" has been delivered."

Guell nodded.The content of the evening paper is usually not nutritious, he is just used to subscribing.His eyes scanned the newspaper headlines casually, as usual.

After passing by, he realized something was wrong, and looked back.

Then eyes widened in disbelief: "My God—"

At this moment, a burst of noise suddenly erupted in the hall, and the huge sound almost toppled the roof: "Sarasate!"

"Gentlemen, gentlemen," Philip was concentrating on the material, was startled by the voice, and couldn't help turning his head away, "What's the matter?"

"Come on, look here." Guell pushed the newspaper in front of him, and his usually gentle and steady voice was trembling with excitement: "Sarasate is going back to Spain for a tour, and the first stop is Barcelona!"

"Sarasate...? Wait," Philip pulled the newspaper, almost incoherently, "You mean that Sarasate?!"

"Old man, who else is Sarasate!" Guell smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Sarasate..." Joey couldn't help murmuring.

She looked at the eye-catching big words on the newspaper, and experienced a dreamy surprise for the second time since time travel.

Really Sarasate!

God, she was going to meet the living genius musician.

Pablo de Sarasate, the greatest violinist since Paganini.

If there is no special study of violin and classical music, people may not be familiar with his name.

But this musical genius, like his predecessor Mozart, who went from child prodigy to master all the way, can be called the nightmare of all violin children in later generations.

Joey recalled with horror the days when he was forced to learn the violin by his parents.

At that time, in order to motivate her, the violin teacher spread out a "National Violin Performance Examination Collection" in front of her, and played a tenth-level examination repertoire "Song of the Wanderer".

Little Joey was overwhelmed by the crazy performance of the virtuoso school at that time, and then began to practice the piano frantically under the supervision of his parents.

——The neighbors soon complained angrily.The original words of the people are like this: "Even if you are sawing wood, you have to saw the wood in Yangjian! Listen to your daughter's piano sound, and the ghost will scare the ghost away!"

Little Joey's career as a piano boy came to an end.

Although the experience of learning the piano only allowed Joy to verify that she had no musical talent, the name of the author of that piece, Sarasate, remained in her mind.

——Ah, that lovely and hateful master.

The hall was like a pot of boiling water at this time, and people were chattering happily: "The master is finally coming back! Since he will come to Barcelona, ​​I really hope to invite you to play in our salon."

Immediately someone laughed: "What are you thinking, he is already a world-renowned performer. I am afraid that no one in Barcelona has this face."

"That's right. After all, he was trained in Madrid. The queen gave him a priceless piano and sent him to Paris to study music. Tsk, he has climbed to the top at the beginning, and now he is a big star in the world. How can he It’s nice to see a small, run-down place like ours.”

Wait, developed by Madrid?

Joey suddenly realized something.

She quickly searched her mind, and soon found a tall and thin figure from the depths of her memory.

Oh hoo, this is interesting.

Joey returned home with subtle thoughts, but before he entered the door, Alfonso greeted him with a face of accusation.

"Sister, Mary says I'm short!"

Standing by the side, Ada couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The little prince turned his head away angrily: "Ada, you still laugh! That's too bad! You, you actually help the Poles laugh at us Spaniards!"

Ada had already recovered her serious expression the moment he turned his head, and she coughed slightly reservedly: "No, I didn't laugh. Your Highness must have misheard."

Joey raised an eyebrow.

little mary?She never provokes right and wrong, how could she call Alfonso short for no reason.

"Why are you messing with people again?"

The little prince showed a hurt expression: "Sister! Your first reaction was to blame me for that foreigner! You don't even know what happened."

Joey knocked him on the head: "What foreigners are not foreigners? There is a little girl here alone. I want you to take care of her, not to provoke her!"

"Okay, I brought back a chocolate cone cup, which is a new flavor. Didn't you want to eat it two days ago? Go quickly."

"Really!" The little prince was immediately surprised.

Children are easy to deceive.

Joey watched him leave with a loving smile, and then asked Ada, "Ada, what's going on?"

"Oh, Your Highness, he was banned from entering the laboratory by you, and then he saw that little Mary could enter and leave the laboratory at will, and he was so jealous."

On this sunny afternoon, the little prince who was dazzled by jealousy stopped the little girl who was going out with a book outside the laboratory.

"Why can you come into my sister's lab and I can't?" he asked Mary aggressively.

Mary glanced at him lightly: "Ask Miss Fernandez. How do I know?"

As she spoke, she bypassed him and walked straight away.

Alfonso hurriedly took a step to the side, blocking Mary's way: "You must know!"

Unfortunately, although he was a year or two older than this little girl, puberty boys grow later than girls, not to mention that Mary also has tall Slavic blood.

As a result, when he stood in front of her, he was a little shorter than her.

Alfonso noticed this keenly and tiptoed quietly.

"If I have to say something," Mary thought seriously for a second or two, "it might be because I'm smarter than you."

Alfonso was going to faint.How dare she speak to him like that!

Facts have proved that anger can reduce people's thinking and language skills, and there will be short-term incoherent and incoherent speech.

"I..." At the last moment, he remembered his sister telling him not to reveal his identity under any circumstances, and changed the subject, "I'm older than you! How can you talk to me like that?"

Damn, didn't play well!The little prince regretted the words as soon as he uttered them.

But apart from this unspeakable identity, what else can he show off to her?After all, my sister has praised little Mary's intelligence many times.

The little girl's thick eyelashes drooped, and her light blue eyes looked into his eyes from an angle that seemed almost contemptuous to Alfonso, with a calm and calm smile on her face: "Ah, that's really embarrassing, I am taller than you."

Before Alfonso recovers from the enormous insult, she glances quickly at the clock on the wall and speaks rapidly: "I wasted another minute talking to you. You may feel that your life can be A waste, but my time is precious. Goodbye."

The battle is over, success or failure.The little girl turned and left.

At the door of the laboratory, there was only a little prince who was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, he patted his chest hard to comfort himself: "No, men can't beat women! Don't be angry, you are going to be a king, you can't be so easy angry!"

After listening to Ada's vivid retelling, Joey almost fainted from laughter.

The way of heaven is reincarnation, and Alfonso, a brat, has finally experienced the feeling of being choked to a heart attack by others!

It was indeed a wise decision to let little Mary come to him.

Alas, it's a pity that she was born in this era, and she's a girl again... Joy couldn't help but think, if she could be born in her original modern society, she doesn't know what kind of heights she could reach.It's really embarrassing.

Since their first encounter, Marie and Alfonso have fought an invisible war—from the flavor of ice cream to the metal used in batteries.

However, in the end, the little girl always wins.

In such a noisy and very ordinary daily life, the wind blowing outside the window unknowingly dispelled the cold and damp winter, and it became warmer every day.

The wavy clouds in the sky are also like glaciers melting day by day, and the snow-white marble-like patterns gradually become clear and transparent, until the last trace of clouds disappears in the huge blue sky.

In the new year, everything in the city of Barcelona is still in order.

Joy's main energy is spent on planning and supervising the construction of the city's electrical system with Erwin; she goes to check on the progress of her house from time to time, and finds that the dreamy building that once only existed in memory has been carved out bit by bit. Like a flower that blooms with the footsteps of spring.

One night in late winter and early spring, when Joey returned to the apartment tired after a busy day, the evening breeze brought the faint fragrance of daffodils.

When she looked up, she found that many households in this building had already turned on the bright lights.The uneven lights cut the apartment into neat small squares of light and shade, and there was an illusion of returning to her original era in a trance.

Without the high price caused by patent monopoly, the price of electric light is astonishingly cheap.People are also full of interest in it because of the sensational news before, so in the whole city of Barcelona, ​​wherever the cable system goes, a sea of ​​electric lights is quickly lit up.

At this time, Joey suddenly saw unexpected visitors coming out of the stairs—the architect Abbas and his son.

They had finished their visit and were heading out.

Seeing her figure, Jose nodded gracefully, but Boaba's facial expression control was obviously not as proficient as his father's, and his eyes dodged unnaturally.

Joy suddenly had doubts in his heart.

To be honest, she had a bad feeling.

When she went straight to Antonio's studio, she found that Mr. Architect seemed to be in a good mood, sketching against a pot of daffodils in full bloom.

The incandescent lamp with a huge transparent lampshade casts uniform and bright light, and the canvas seems to be shrouded in real sunlight.The rich and elegant aroma of narcissus silk satin lingers throughout the studio.

Antonio noticed someone coming at the door and stopped writing.

He turned around and saw Joey, tilted his head and smiled contentedly: "Oh, here you are. Your house will be finished in a few weeks. I'm sure it will be a cute little guy."

"Also, I plan to buy a house myself."

The author has something to say: Joey: Be honest, where did you get so much private money!

Shhh, knowing the source will piss her off :)

Everyone has definitely heard "Song of the Wanderer"!The author makes sure!

Note: All storylines and evaluations have a special background of the times and characters, and there is a certain drama interpretation. I hope that there will be no preconceived colored glasses!Knock on the blackboard.

I'm back, my dears, thank you for your patience!

Thanks to the little angels Shuiyan, Zehuang-kun, Tristan, and Shiyun who threw the mines!