[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

In Olanpu's study room, several female workers are busy climbing the ladders. It seems that there are women in their 50s and [-]s, and girls in their teens.

There are more books in the store, but it may be her illusion.After all, it looks a little messier than the last time I came here.

Joy walked briskly over the pile of books and walked straight to the counter inside, attracting curious gazes all the way: "Who is this lady? She doesn't look like someone who needs help."

"Oh, isn't this Miss Fernandez? I haven't seen you for so long that I almost didn't recognize her." The red-haired woman in a royal blue plaid turban rolled her sleeves to her elbows and raised her head from the pile of papers in front of her.

"Come to my small and broken bookstore, what's the matter?"

Olanpu put down the pen in his hand and sat on the back of the chair behind him, his thin lips curled up in a mocking arc: "After all, your career has flourished, and you have long been famous in the men's circle in Barcelona. I thought you had forgotten that you were a woman."

Joey stopped in his tracks.

She raised her head to look at those mocking green eyes, and said calmly, "Olanpu, I'm very sad when you say that."

Olanpu thought that the girl might retort angrily, or turn around and leave in anger, but he didn't expect her to react like this.She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

"Maybe you have some opinions about me. I really haven't been able to throw everything away like you-sorry, I do have some scruples, and it's not convenient to tell you. But I sincerely hope that I can help, because I I admire your charisma and respect your career." Joy looked straight into her eyes, and there was no impurity in her clear eyes.

Olanpu felt a little hot on his cheeks.She actually knew who wrote the checks that were sent to the store from time to time in recent months, and she knew that Joey was on her side.

But she initially expected too much from Joey.

After all, Olanpu is also of noble origin, and he knows the situation of Barcelona's upper class like the back of his hand.She had noticed the girl from the time she came to Barcelona, ​​when she first became famous at the ball at the Earl's Court.

Soon, she discovers that Joy is very different from the other Barcelona girls.She is calm, sharp, and situational, and even luck is always on her side.Moreover, Olanpu vaguely felt that she was one of the few people who really understood what she was doing.

She was looking forward to meeting this young lady.

It's just that I didn't expect that the first time I spoke, I was politely rejected.Several months have passed since I saw her again—the young girl at this time is already a well-known Miss Fernandez in Barcelona.After inventing the electric light and popularizing first aid, she began to raise artists and indulge in the extravagant gadgets of the aristocrats.

That's why Olanpu has such a fiery temper that he can't help being sarcastic whenever they meet.

Olanpu rubbed his eyebrows, sighed and laughed: "I apologize to you. I was too angry. Thank you for your financial support in the past few months."

"My family doesn't support me as much as before. There are many industries that cannot be developed in winter, and the expenses are higher than usual. Your money is very important to us."

She stood up and warmly extended her hand to Joey: "Welcome to Olanpu's bookstore again, little Joey."

"It's okay. Glad to help," Joey laughed too, holding out his hand. "I understand that - a man who can do great things can't have a temper."

Olanpu's hand was just like her, warm and generous, and he shook her soft little hand vigorously.

I am used to hand kisses and curtsies among people, and it feels kind and beautiful to shake hands with people again, just like seeing a little trace of my original world.

However, Joey didn't expect Olan to pull him around, so he gave him a cheek kiss on his left cheek.The speed is too fast to be caught off guard.

Well, this is indeed a very common etiquette in Europe.But out of her habit since she was a child, she has always declined without a trace.

Olanpu looked at the stunned girl in front of him, smiled and squeezed her slightly flushed soft face: "You are so cute, little Joey—cuter than little Tony."

She pulled away the chair beside her: "So, what do you want?"

……

"What's the matter with you?"

Vincent raised his head from his portfolio and looked at the black-haired young man standing at the door.

"I heard that you are a painter," Antonio said lightly, "We are also half of the same business."

"I'm here today to share my experience with you."

"Oh, you also draw?" Vincent's eyes lit up immediately, "Come on! Wait a minute, I'll finish drawing this man's hands first."

After Vincent finished speaking, he returned to his painting.He moved his wrist slightly, and the pencil rubbed against the paper to make a brushing sound, which was very clear in the large and quiet studio.

Antonio was not polite at all, and went straight into the studio with his portfolio.

——He has been paying attention to the studio on the east side of the second floor for a long time.

This room belongs to Vincent who just moved in.

The first time Joey saw him, he invited him to live in.

After discovering that the newcomer had been drinking all day, Antonio tried a couple of downs, only to realize to his dismay that his drinking seemed hopeless.

Two drinks, three at the most - dizziness, memory loss and coma.

On one occasion, he woke up with a rough shake, opened his heavy eyelids and saw Joey squatting in front of him, poking his chest with a cold face: "Antonio, drunk last night can't be your today." Reason for skipping class."

Antonio finally decided to give up.

On the bright side, he claims to be a painter after all.Drinking capacity shouldn't... be that important, right?

It just so happened that Joey went out today, and it was a useless architectural history class in the afternoon-he had torn through all the design collections.He can see the inspiration of those masterpieces in the past at a glance, without listening to an old man with a gray beard tremblingly reading the analysis text in the textbook.

He decided to take this time to investigate the actual learning status of this "painter".

When he was drinking tea with Mary before, he once heard Mary complaining in a low voice: "Ah, that Mr. Van Gogh stayed up late all day long, then went to the wine cellar to get the wine, and came back with a clang. Continue to drink—the next day I slept until the end of class in the morning. Ada told him that this would affect other people's rest, but he said he had to work hard!"

So, let him see what this Vincent is trying to do.

Antonio dragged over an easel familiarly and put his clips on it.

While arranging, he looked around calmly.

The lighting here is very good, thanks to the viewing windows he designed.

Heh, I shouldn't have designed such a big window with such good lighting in the first place, the sunlight that came in was given to other men.

Under the bright light, the whole studio was in chaos.

Fight with what you have.If it weren't for the lack of various rulers and regulations commonly used by architects for drawing, he would almost think that this is his own studio.

With the table as the center, the surrounding ground is covered with gray and black rubber crumbs, just like the workshop of a lime factory.A dozen pens were stuffed messily in a small wooden barrel on the table, and a spent bottle of ink was poured out beside it, and dust had already accumulated on it.

Pencil stubs of various lengths were thrown all over the floor, and he might slip on them if he was not careful-he had to remind Joey, Antonio thought, that it might be dangerous to come to Vincent's studio.

No, why did Joey come here?

Antonio laughed at himself in his heart while looking at Vincent's painting.

Then he was stunned.

In his impression, the painters of this era painted nothing more than those few things—praising God, praising the church, painting portraits of nobles, and painting scenes of nobles entertaining and feasting.

Tossing and turning, lacklustre, as if it has been imprisoned in the rules and regulations, and turned into a building made of templates.

But what Vincent drew was an old man sleeping against the wall.

Not a well-dressed lord, but a ragged, wrinkled old man with a dirty hood.A shovel was at his side, and he was curled up against the building's façade—the kind of porcelain tiles he knew so well on the streets of Barcelona—and fell asleep, exhausted.

A flash of surprise flashed across Antonio's heart—is he actually drawing a tramp?

At this moment, a slender figure passed the door, and then poked his head in suspiciously.

Little Mary looked curiously at the two of them, thought for a while and asked, "Are you all leaving school so early today?"

Antonio and Vincent: "!"

The two moved in unison, turning around in unison: "Hush!"

Mary suddenly understood.

She spread her hands: "Don't worry, I just came back from school and I didn't see anything."

Antonio motioned for her to take off her hat—he knew that the little girl kept her word and never meddled in her own business.

At this moment, a strange sound seemed to leak from the crack in the wall, causing several people to tremble at the same time.

Mary frowned and asked, "What's that sound? It sounds like someone sawing something. Did you hear that?"

Vincent also stopped writing in astonishment: "I heard the screams of some dying animals. Is there a slaughterhouse near here?"

Antonio thought about it, and suddenly hesitated inexplicably: "No, wait a minute." He always felt that the voice had a strange sense of familiarity.

10 minutes ago.

Joey, who had just returned home, bumped into Sarasate, who had also just returned.

Sarasate smiled: "Joy, are you still going out?"

"No." Joey replied subconsciously, "What's wrong?"

"Coincidentally. I'm not going out either."

"Well, why don't you come to a violin lesson now."

……

Joy stood breathlessly in front of the delicate golden brass stand, and Sarasate stood beside her.

He was so close that Joey could even feel his warm breaths, and suddenly felt that he didn't even remember which hand was holding the bow.

Sarasate patted her on the shoulder, "Don't be nervous, I'm here."

It's because you're here that you're nervous, okay?

But he didn't know what she was thinking, and said encouragingly: "Okay, let me hear your current level first."

In the violinist's eyes that were drowning in tenderness, Joey put the bow on the violin tremblingly, feeling as if he had put a sword on his neck.

sky.If it was really a sword, it might be better to wipe the neck directly.

Otherwise, she would murder the number one violinist in the world with her piano sound.

Hiss, there are several other human treasures upstairs and downstairs.This house has not been specially sound-proofed, so I'm afraid it won't be able to stop her magic sound passing through the wall.

...sorry, she apologizes to all mankind.

The author has something to say: Joey: Confession is over, time for slaughter.

Thanks to Shuiyan, Suiyou, and Bianhuhu for their landmines!Thank you little angels for your nutrition!