[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

The nine-year-old violin prodigy met the little Highness for the first time in the summer of 1854.

In that summer, the sunflowers in the royal manor bloomed extremely gorgeously, as if the sun god regretted rejecting Prometheus and sprinkled golden fire all over the world.

Little Sarasate was supposed to play for the queen, her husband and the two princesses, but there was a small episode before the performance began - the little princess, who was only a few months old, began to cry like no one else, and no one could coax her Can't live.

"She's so annoying." The three-year-old princess Isabella sat on a tall velvet chair, her two chubby legs dangling back and forth.

"Isa, pay attention to your manners." The queen gave her eldest daughter a stern look.

"Little Rose, oh my little Rose, don't cry..." The governess who nursed the little princess hummed and shook her in her arms, but the little baby wrapped in ivory white lace swaddled her but didn't show any face , cried so much that his limbs kicked and his little face was flushed.

Sarasate had just followed the protocol officer into the Crystal Hall, only to be faced with such an embarrassing situation.

His teacher taught him everything from violin skills to royal courtesies, but never how to deal with a crying baby.

Seeing that everyone was in a hurry to coax the child, but no one paid attention to him, the little musician thought for a long time, and decided to ignore the little devil and start his performance directly.

The first brisk jumping bow sounded, as if a miracle angel had landed beside him.

The crying stopped abruptly, and everyone's eyes widened in surprise, looking at the little baby who seemed to have suddenly pressed the rest.

There were only two people whose attention was elsewhere.

One is Sarasate, who is immersed in the performance for an instant.

One was the little princess who looked at him intently and then giggled with tears all over her face.

"Mr. Musician, it seems that our little rose likes you very much." The Queen laughed.

And he raised his bright eyes, and looked deeply into those amethyst-like pupils without impurities, the purest pupils in the world.

Never forget it again.

At that time, four years had passed since he was first recognized for playing for Her Majesty Queen Isabella II.The queen gave him a violin made by Stradivari, the world's most famous luthier, and invited him the best violin teacher in Spain.

All of Spain is waiting for him to grow up under the sovereign leadership of the Queen.

And he was waiting for his little Highness to grow up.

"Mr. Sana Sati," the little princess tugged at the hem of his clothes inarticulately, "play the violin for me."

"I don't want to study! It's too painful! I want to listen to you playing the piano!"

The little musician pulled back his sleeves from those little meaty hands, and then played the simplest "Canon in D Major" for her.

Two years later, he was sponsored by the royal family to go to the Paris Conservatoire, where he became the favorite student of the famous violinist Jean Delphi Aral, and soon got the highest score in the history of the academy in the compulsory violin course and all elective courses.

At this time, he has become famous. "We have reason to believe that this teenager will become the Paganini of the end of the century."

Not only Spain, but the whole Europa and the whole world are waiting for him to grow up.

Three years later, he returned to Madrid before embarking on the first leg of his world tour.At that time, his little highness was six years old.

She stumbled after him by the sunflower field in the Royal Manor: "Mr. Sarasate! You are going to many, many places! Write to me!"

"You will definitely become the number one violinist in the world! At that time, you must come back and play the violin for me again!"

He carried his piano on his back, turned around and waved to the little girl.

He knew she couldn't hear, so he just said in a low voice in his heart: "Your Highness, wait for me to come back."

He never got a chance to come back.

Less than four years after leaving the country, Spain has been turned upside down.

He played in the long winds of the Andes while the royal family was overthrown and the queen was in exile.

Also, he couldn't interrupt the tour.

He has dedicated his life to the violin, just like flying into the sky on the wings of Icarus, and he will never be able to get closer to the sun.

And when he finally returned to Europe with flowers and applause all the way, and asked around about the little princess he cared about most, he often got a casual answer: "Who knows? She's dead."

Boyhood promises blown to the wind.

The sunflower fields of the Royal Estate have been razed.

The people on the throne of Madrid rotate like a lantern.The center of power is fleeting, let alone a princess who is far away from the throne.

The whole world has forgotten her.

Only one violinist always remembers.

Fifteen years ago, he promised a little princess that he would come back and play the violin for her.

God forbid, after 15 years, he finally got his little rose back.

"Miss Fernandez." Sarasate kissed her hand, "I hope my impulsive confession didn't trouble you."

Miss Fernandez smiled reservedly and elegantly: "We all know that artists are romantic and unrestrained. This is an elegant pursuit of art, and it is by no means a worldly desire. You don't have to be polite." Then she withdrew her hand calmly.

When he said that he would dedicate "Song of the Wanderer" to someone, she had a sense of foreboding—recently, her intuition had become more and more accurate.

Please, don’t confess your love in public if you are not 100% sure that the other person has the same feelings and hobbies for you. Isn’t this basic common sense!

From memory, Joey was [-]% sure that the original owner, Princess Rose, fell in love with Sarasate's piano.How old is a little kid, how can he know what love is when he hiccups.

As for her Joey?

Oh my God.Mr. Sarasate, you are very handsome, and you can play the violin well. I also have a natural male god filter for you, but I have no interest in being a stand-in.

Sarasate in history was never married, and she did not intend to change history.

Of course, the more important thing is that Joey has no intention of love at all.

It is estimated that there will be none in this life.

During this year, she had already thought clearly——

In this ever-changing world, what kind of love is it? Is it not good to make money, or is it bad to spend money?

Especially now, she has a new goal - try to save more money for milk powder, maybe she can raise a few new bosses in the future.

Making Fernandez's family prosperous is her life pursuit!

Someone pushed in and interrupted their conversation: "Mr. Sarasate! The concert halls in Barcelona are very lucky to welcome a talent like you."

The violinist has always been known for his personable manners. He nodded politely with a smile: "You're too good. I'm not a genius."

"What are you talking about! I'm a layman and I don't know these tricks, but I remember the Hungarian violinist Orr said in an interview that the average violinist is a slave to the violin all year round, and there is not a day when he dares not to practice. Qin, but you don't need to practice at all, you are born to be the king of the strings."

Oh that guy.Sarasate laughed softly in his heart, his expression was still perfect, but his tone couldn't help but tinged with sarcasm: "Genius? I have practiced hard for 14 hours a day for decades, but now someone calls me a genius?"

"Oh, that's really...really powerful. It's too powerful!" The person next to him responded.

Sarasate looked at Joey again: "I will stay in Barcelona for a few days, and then go to Madrid. Ms. Fernandez, maybe I can have the honor to participate in the salon performance in the nationally famous Fernandez House?"

Immediately there was a sound of gasping.

God.A great musician who can't be invited by others, actually proposes to go to someone else's salon by himself!It seems that he really has a long relationship with Miss Fernandez, maybe he has known him for a long time... Oh, maybe it happened when they were still in Valencia?

Since this lady has always been known for her business and technical savvy, some people forget that she is not only an entrepreneur and inventor, but also comes from the blue blood nobles of the South.

And she didn't let them talk about her artistic taste until before the concert.

Terrible.How many secrets does she have that they don't know?

"Uh..." Joey hesitated for a moment.Her temple is not big enough, so it's hard to say whether it can accommodate this big Buddha.

But a hand immediately reached out with a glass of wine: "Great! Then it's settled, Joey, I'm going to reserve a seat first!"

As if casting a transfiguration spell, Joseph squeezed through the crowd without anyone noticing, then lowered his voice to Joey's ear: "Little lotus, please speak quickly! Please!"

He tried his best to give her a glance, and Joey trembled and almost threw the wine glass away.

Immediately, more people rushed over: "Miss Fernandez, I'm afraid you will be too busy holding the salon by yourself, please don't be polite, just let us help together!"

"Barcelona will always love you!"

Joey: "..." That's fine, this has to be done if you don't want to.

She still needs to win over the contacts in Barcelona, ​​and there is really no way to smash their dreams in front of them.

Joseph has already chatted enthusiastically with Sarasate: "Tonight is really like a dream. Mr. Sarasate, you don't know, just before the concert, some people questioned our Miss Fernandez's artistic taste—you But it hit them hard in the face."

"Oh, there is such a thing?" Sarasate smiled in disbelief.

"It's just that some people's eyes are green with jealousy." Another mature and steady bass joined in, "Miss Fernandez's taste is of course beyond doubt. I believe that anyone who has seen my son Boaba as Fernandez It is no longer possible to question the taste of this noble lady in the house designed by the lady."

"José Abbas the Architect," José held out his hand, "nice to meet you, Mr. Sarasate."

Oh yo?What a coincidence.Joey raised his eyebrows indistinctly.

"Hello. I have seen your works, which are amazing. And your son's work on the Fernandez House has shown a genius that even a layman like me can see at a glance. The Abbas family really lives up to its reputation. Sarasate shook his hand gracefully.

"It is his greatest luck to be appreciated by Miss Fernandez." Jose smiled and looked at Joey, "You have experienced this work yourself now. Do you like it?"

The corners of his mouth were perfectly curved, as if he had practiced it in front of a mirror.Anyone would feel that the smile on his face was extremely sincere.

But Joey saw a faint threat from his eyes.

She narrowed her eyes slightly.

Why, seeing that she has gained more power to speak in the art world, and wanted to remind her vaguely, don't forget that she still has something in his hands?

It seems to be a little brainy.

Yes, she somehow understands the cats represented by Ziyawu.Playing with prey and watching them struggle under the claws is indeed an irresistible pleasure.

Joey slowly raised the corners of his lips, showing a flawless smile: "I like it very much."

Her eyes flicked delicately to Boaba behind José, and he ducked the moment he caught hers.

Oh, poor little Mr. Abbas.The psychological quality is still not good enough, you can obviously think this way - how can the designer's business be called stealing?

She smiled and nodded at Bo Abbas: "I heard that Mr. Abbas Jr. has also won the right to participate in the design of the World Expo venue. The second round of presentations at the World Expo is coming soon, and I will try my best to help Barcelona bid to host the World Expo."

"I sincerely hope that I can see Mr. Abbas Jr. show his talents again and amaze the whole world."

Joey and Jose clinked glasses, and the golden wine reflected their sincere smiles.

……

In the distance from the terrace filled with flowers, a slender figure stood silently in the dark, out of the reach of the flickering lights, as motionless as a stone sculpture.

For the first time in his life Antonio felt maddeningly sour.

It was as if lemon juice splashed into the eyes, and then choked into the nasal cavity along the nasolacrimal duct, and even the mouth was filled with sourness that could not be removed by drinking.

Joey had Sarasate kiss her hand.

Joey was smiling at Sarasate.

Joy was... ah, she even smiled and clinked glasses with Jose!She also watched Boaba specifically!

Antonio almost broke the wooden fence with the rose vines wrapped around it.

He knows what they're talking about.

That's his work!He gave it to Joey!

He risked his life to drink with Joey, and then in his dream, the angel helped him draw the manuscript!

There are the little princess flower windows he cut for her, the colorful broken tiles he pasted up with his own hands, and the stone balcony that he calculated every arc accurately...

He has never treated a work so carefully.He gave that house for the first time, just because he knew that it was where she would live.

When he built it, he imagined that when the house was completed, she would live in it like a real little princess.

The elegant stair railing gently undulates, kissing her white palm.

The chubby mushroom fire crackled and warmed her rosy cheeks.

The holy sword on the roof of Longji is covered with moonlight, protecting her dreams every night.

The colorful sunlight through the stained glass will fall into her purple eyes...

The depression that I had never experienced burst suddenly.

After 20 years of carefree life, the young architect experienced frustration and regret for the first time in his life.

There are many, many good emotions, but there is only one cause of depression—he is angry with himself.

Angry that he himself cannot defend every detail of the work.

He was angry that he had had so many opportunities, but he was so stupid that he didn't know it.

If he could, he really wanted to go back to the past and beat the head of himself who carved the words on the pillar.

What is the Barcelona City Hall, and why should he be as knowledgeable as a flea?

In this world, besides architecture and Joey, what else is there to be angry about?

The little architect stood in the cold wind for a long time, then turned around resolutely and left the magnificent theater.

He's going back to work on the manuscript.

Catch one, ten, one hundred.

If a house is exchanged for a painter's violinist's house, there will always be one house that will impress her.

The moment Antonio stepped out of the gate, he passed the postman carrying a heavy bag.

"Dangdangdangdang..." The pendulum clock struck eight times behind him, and disappeared behind the slowly closing golden door.

"Mr. Earl, the "Barcelona Evening Post" you want." The waiter walked through the crowd, and handed the newspaper to Earl Guell at the coffee table.

OKThe evening paper with no nutrition is sent again...

Guell sat up suddenly from the back of the chair, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Not just him.

In the entire hall, all the people who got the newspaper were gasping in shock, and their eyes were invariably focused on Abbas and his son who had a good chat with Sarasate at this time.

"This... is simply the biggest scandal in the history of Catalan architecture." Someone murmured involuntarily.

"Building? What building?" Jose caught a key word and raised his head.

His gaze happened to meet Miss Fernandez who had just walked to the long table in the center to pick up another glass of wine.

Joy leaned comfortably on the edge of the long table, raised his black lace-wrapped hand to raise a glass to Jose, and smiled to indicate——

Mr. Abbas, do you like it?

Your writing says hello to you.

Then, she looked around.

... Excuse me, where is her architect who lost the chain forever at the critical moment? ? ?

The author has something to say: The increasingly nutritious "Barcelona Evening News": Yes, it is me.I am the real protagonist of this book.

Vincent: I'll draw for you.

Sarasate: I'll play a little tune for you.

Antonio: I'll build you a house.

Joey: (with bright eyes) Very good, you stand on a street corner each, and we will earn seven to three cents!

[Caution to destroy the atmosphere] Devil's Whisper: When Joey said that Sarasate "you are very handsome, and you can play the piano well", the author's mind was that Grandma Liu entered the Grand View Garden and said, "The chickens here are also handsome, The egg that was laid is also small" orz hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha I'm sorry I'm guilty and I'm kneeling here!

Thanks to Shuiyan for the grenade, and thanks to the little angels for the spicy~ so much nutrient solution!The author must strive for full attendance in July and make a fist.