[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

The warm and joyful melody of "Storm at Sea" suddenly sounded.

Layer upon layer of turbulent waves suddenly unfolded.The ship smashed the waves in the face of the heavy rain, like countless white peacocks spreading their pearly white shiny tails.A damp and brackish sea breeze blows in, and the icy mist sprays rainbows.

The sailors pulled the sails and sang a passionate song of life in the storm. Sparks of pure gold were almost splashed between the rapidly rubbing bow and strings.

This violin concerto is written about the storm at sea, but it is full of passion and hope - what it sings is not the danger of the sea, but the magnificence of the vast ocean and the fearless courage of human beings.

The guests standing in the corridors of the top two floors of Casa Fernandez were stunned.

They had never seen a salon in this form.

After taking the elevator to the top floor of the house, everyone gathered around the corridor around the patio at the moment, overlooking the musicians who were playing passionately on the first floor.

Sarasate is naturally a solo violinist, but besides him there are two violins, a viola, a cello, and a double bass—a small chamber music ensemble just right for the Fernández family.

Both Vivaldi and Sarasate were virtuoso violinists, and Sarasate certainly would not be satisfied with the baroque melody of more than 100 years ago, improvising and adding many cadenzas of his own.

The splashing music rises from bottom to bottom, from pure white and pearl gray at the bottom, to light blue, sea blue and cobalt blue tiles at the top, as if clusters of sparkling bubbles swirl up from the deep sea, echoing in the sparkling blue Among the sea water.

A large piece of bright sunlight pours down from the transparent glass above the head, jumps briskly on each piece of rippling water pattern glass, and merges into a waterfall of flowing light in all directions.

"My God... am I really on the Nautilus?" someone murmured.

When the Fernandez House was completed, Joy held a ball in the lobby, but only in the lobby on the second floor.

Most people who come here today have never been inside this wonderful house, let alone this deep sea-like patio.

They never thought that a salon with centuries-old tradition could have such a wonderful experience.

"I can't even think of such a dreamy scene—but Mr. Gaudi was able to build it, and Ms. Fernandez was able to arrange it into such a wonderful combination! It's like walking into a dream." A The girl in a playful goose yellow dress held Joseph's hand and exclaimed.

"Yeah, it's the same brain, ours can only say 'bravo'! Look at the gap between people." Joseph laughed.

"No, you only say 'bravo'. I could write an essay in praise of this salon, we are different." The girl in the yellow dress grimaced.

Joey couldn't help laughing.

In fact, when she visited Casa Batllo, she had a similar sigh.

Look, you can also learn architecture, the boss can build such a house, and you can only find the toilet faster than others in such a house.

"Who is this?" She asked Joseph curiously.She didn't know this girl.

"Oh yes, let me introduce you." Joseph immediately pulled the girl over enthusiastically, "Blanca Mira. My cousin."

"Miss Fernandez, just call me Blanca!" Mira smiled brightly, and kissed Joey affectionately.

Mila?Joey's all-time celebrity radar is on the move again.

Could it be the owner of the famous La Pedrera?

wrong.That is obviously Mr. Mira, and that house is the last house designed by Gaudi, and it should take another three to forty years in the original timeline.According to this time, the current Mr. Mira is probably still a baby.

However, since her surname is Mira and she is related to the Batllo family, there is a high probability that this Miss Mira belongs to the same family as the later Mr. Mira.

Well, rounding up, another potential client for Antonio.

Thinking of this, Joey suddenly burst into a very friendly smile: "Just call me Joey, you're welcome."

"Joy, your dress is so pretty!" Branca's big eyes turned into two crescents with a smile, "I've never seen such a design before."

Joey laughed: "Thank you, Blanca."

This time, to match the salon's theme, she ordered a dress in Mediterranean blue—and it turned out surprisingly well.

This skirt didn't use whalebone to prop up the swollen skirt like ordinary dresses, and it didn't even have an overly tight waist.

The skirt undulates naturally at the waist and gathers into a fishtail shape at the knees.The glittering gradient satin embellished with pearls ripples in the waves, and the silver-white fish-shaped pendant on the chest glistens.

"It's really beautiful. Which tailor made it?" More women came over and asked.

"Mrs. Oro, 43, La Rambla. She's really nice, and I've come up with all the ideas I've come up with."

"Oh, I want to find her to make a skirt like this!"

"Joy's dress is not bad," Vincent said lying on the window on the third floor, looking at the bustling crowd below, "especially standing in front of the blue tiles, like a mermaid in the deep sea. Mary, are you right? No—Mary?"

Mary came back to her senses: "Ah, yes."

Didn't hear what he said, but just said "yes".

She fiddled with the bright and fiery pomegranate flowers in her hand again, full of doubts.

Get up in the morning and have it.Who put this in front of her house?

"Ah, look at Antonio," Vincent pointed at the architect surrounded by everyone, envious, "he is so popular—he must be so happy!"

Seeing those people looking at Antonio with admiration, he wanted to learn architecture.

Too bad he hates math.

Mary heard this.She murmured, in a volume Vincent couldn't hear, "No. He's had the worst disaster an artist can ever have—he's famous."

"Mr. Gaudi, how did you come up with such an amazing idea? I'm really, ah, so amazing that I don't know what to say."

Hmm...drink some wine?In fact, he also felt a little dazed.

Antonio recalled his thoughts when he added details later: "I didn't create anything, all the inspirations are existing in nature. This house is an ocean-blue sea water floating in the patio, jellyfish and fish schools swim in it."

Immediately someone answered: "Those water-patterned glass reflecting sunlight are layers of underwater waterfalls. It's so beautiful!"

"Those windows in the wall are like the windows of a submarine!"

"Really! Look, the brass handle on the door is in the shape of a fish's tail! It feels so comfortable to the touch, as if it was specially designed for human hands."

"Speaking of which," said a burly man, "I think the doorknob is a little on the small side."

"That's really a pity," Antonio smiled. "After all, everything here is designed based on Miss Fernandez—the doorknob is the size and shape that she feels most comfortable to hold."

"Oh, my God." Miss Mira covered her heart, "I feel like my heart is pounding. I also want to have a house that is built for me in every detail!"

Sarasate, who came out after putting down the piano, happened to see this scene.

He looked thoughtfully at Antonio in the center of the crowd.

"Okay, everyone, please come to the courtyard outside the house for the next dance." Joey greeted everyone with a smile, "Drinks and snacks have been prepared in the courtyard."

Everyone walked into the courtyard, and immediately started a new round of admiration.

Look at the metal fence with wavy lines, unrestrained and free like flying seaweed!

Check out this colorful collage tile mosaic on the floor!It is said that they are all collaged from the original tiles of the old house.Oh, how romantic the old tiles that have accompanied the house for hundreds of years continue to witness its splendor in new ways.

The discussion had escalated when Antonio walked into the courtyard.

"Mr. Gaudí, our Mira family is going to build a summer house in the suburbs of Barcelona." Miss Mira spoke first, "I think you must be interested in designing a courtyard house with ponds, streams and fruit trees, right?"

Antonio thought for a while: "Sounds interesting. But I've already taken on a few projects, maybe I'll have to wait until I'm about to graduate..."

Miss Mira immediately replied: "Oh, if this villa can become your graduation project, we will also feel very honored!"

"Mr. Gaudi, you might as well consider public buildings instead of private houses. I just bought a piece of land and plan to build a theater. It is on the golden section of Diagonal Avenue. I would like to invite you to design it. Are you interested? ?”

"Oh, Mr. Gaudí, please be sure to consider the reconstruction of the Astorga Church first. This is a building dedicated to God and has a long history!"

"Speaking of you, the architect," Erwin shook the champagne in his hand, and looked at Joey with a smile, "I forgot to tell you before that a compatriot of mine came with a sacred mission. I want to help you Let me introduce you, Mr. Roland—hey, what about others?"

"Are you talking about the tall gentleman?"

Joey looked at the red-haired gentleman who walked to Antonio with a glass of wine with some amusement.He straightened his tie and opened his mouth solemnly.

"Mr. Gaudí, I am En Rolland from Paris—I bring the greetings of the people of France to you." The voice with a trace of French accent was powerful and high, standing out from the crowd, "We would like to invite you to Show your talents in Paris."

"Paris?" Antonio couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Everyone suddenly fell silent.

The eyes of all the Spaniards present were like sharp arrows, swishing towards the tall Frenchman.

Erwin carefully put down the wine glass with trembling hands.He wouldn't want to be in front of so many Spaniards... would he?

Mr. Roland from Paris didn't notice it, he just thought it was a proof of his strong French aura.

"You don't have to worry about your qualifications - you're still a student, but we're not hard-boiled Spaniards like old deadbolts."

"We in France have always produced geniuses, and we know how to cherish geniuses more than other places. You will receive our highest courtesy - there will never be any fool who claims to be an expert asking you to cut off a column. You will have all the words of the work right."

The half-column dedicated to the Barcelona City Hall by the House of Fernandez has become the laughing stock of European architectural circles as the building became famous.

Erwin jumped up like a chair on fire and scrambled through the crowd to cover his friend's mouth.

Watch your words!This is their territory!

Roland didn't see the friends who were struggling to squeeze this way.

He took off his hat and bowed solemnly: "Mr. Gaudí, on behalf of the Paris city government and people, I sincerely invite you to be the designer of the main pavilion of the Paris World Expo in 1878."

"Dong dong."

This is the battle drum beating in the hearts of all the Spaniards present.

"hiss……"

It was the gasp of Erwin covering his face.

Ang, my friend, you are finished.

The author has something to say: Everyone (Death Stare): Frenchie, Cataloniaiswatchingyou.

Erwin (covering his face in despair): Barcelona, ​​my friend and I were doomed.

Thanks to Shuiyan for the grenade, Bianhuhu, I don't know snow, and Yelan for the landmines~ Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution!

Today I suddenly received a five-day business trip next week QAQAQAQ I will do my best to strive for daily updates! ! !