[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

When he saw the colorful model in the studio, Joey couldn't help being stunned.

"This is--"

"Park Güell. I know," she murmured.

Antonio spread his hands helplessly—does she know again?

Joey didn't notice his movement.She was so fascinated by the model that she completely forgot the existence of the designer himself for a moment.

Layers of milky white chessboard walls and steps go up along the terrain, and the edge of the cloud platform at the top is inlaid with winding colored porcelain benches, like cream cakes decorated with various fresh fruits and flowers, and as if they have passed away with childhood , sun-kissed dreams—

Above the clouds, there are hidden snow mountains, roses and fairytale castles.

That signature style is instantly recognizable.

However, it was very different from the Güell Park in her memory.

She has never copied the design drawings of Park Güell, so she only has a general impression of the design of this high-end residential area.

The original Güell Park also has such a bold and innocent color contrast and sculpture group.

There is also a consistent polychrome collage mosaic pattern.

Even the weird mosaic lizard was there, although Joey doubted his memory a bit—was the lizard in the park smiling so ugly?

At the highest point, there is a small spire intertwined with coral pink and pearl white. The cross on the spire extends in all directions, like blooming flowers.

This design does not appear to be original.

There are also extra tracks and trams on the slope next to the steps, which are small and exquisite.

But other than that, she just felt for a moment that the model in front of her was different from the original one in history, but she couldn't tell what the difference was.

To describe this difference, it seems to put aside the architect's perspective of structure and elements, and start purely from the feeling.

The original park feels like a fairy tale kingdom reflected in reality, illuminated by the transparent sunlight from heaven, it is a kind of pure and flawless happiness.

But the model in front of him made Joey swallow inexplicably.

day!

It is sweet.

Color and design are vision, but sweetness is taste. The unrelated two are connected. This is a synaesthesia phenomenon-for example, Joey felt that the number 4 was green since he was a child, 5 was red, and 2 was yellow.

However, this is the first time she has experienced such a strong synesthesia.

Just as Joey was about to speak, the lights above his head went out with a "pop".

It was suddenly dark in the studio.

It was dusk at this time, and the twilight gradually sank into the end of the city buildings, and the last few rosy sunset glows seemed to disappear on the surface of the coffee.

"What are you doing?" Joey turned to look at Antonio dissatisfied.

this man!

People appreciated the work well, so he turned on the lamp.

"Shh, don't talk." Antonio said softly.

Joey was confused, and cautiously reached out to the wall, feeling that he had kicked something.

She is annoyed: "I thought light was a must in garden design."

She remembered that Antonio's studio was full of various sundry models, for fear that someone who was not paying attention would be tripped over.

After a few seconds, the vision adjusted to the new brightness.The last rays of sunlight fell slowly into the studio like viscous honey, turning into a dim gleam.

In the honey-scented twilight, she saw Antonio go to the model and reach out to touch something.

The weird architect turned his head in the dark, and Joey seemed to see a faint smile.

"It's a shame you forgot about Starlight."

A faint star suddenly lit up in the darkness.

Joey opened his eyes wide in surprise, watching the stars softly circle and fall along the little pink spire.

Then it stopped moving.

Joey looked at Antonio with doubts: "This is...?"

It's still pretty cool, but why look at a lighted up tower in the dark?

Antonio looked back at the steeple, and pulled the neckline a little unnaturally.

"Wait a second, I haven't tested it, maybe the time calculation is not very accurate..."

He shut up right away.

——The starlight falling from the steeple suddenly ignited the colored porcelain benches on the cloud platform.

From left to right, a series of gentle curved arcs shimmered one after another.

The thin white light reflects on the colorful broken porcelain, refracting colorful light spots all around, like an invisible elf bouncing forward with a lamp.

Joey rubbed his eyes, and looked at Antonio again—it was true, he was standing next to him, without turning any switches.

Why do these lights turn on one by one as if programmed?

Behind the benches are forest columns supporting the platform.Starlight fell to the ground along the tree trunks, and the forest was full of fireflies.

Then there's the sculptural fauna on the next level, where a lion seems to flick its tail.

On the chessboard wall, night watchmen patrolled with lamps.

The light spots fell step by step along the white steps with outstretched wings, and the big lizard in the middle blinked mischievously.

The trolley at the bottom also lights up, and begins to slowly climb up the track - indeed, it is really climbing.

Along the trajectory of the tram, even the tracks lit up little by little.

For a few minutes, Joey watched in disbelief that the entire park model was filled with starlight from top to bottom, and finally merged into a sea of ​​starlight.

In a sea of ​​shimmering stars, the entire park comes alive.

For a moment, she couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

If it weren't for a dream, would the stars in the sky fall down and fly over every tile of the white steps with their lights?

Just when she was dumbfounded, a chuckle sounded in her ear: "Do you like it?"

Joey opened his mouth, and it seemed that countless words came to his mouth, and he swallowed them back.

In the end, only the strongest question at the moment popped out——

She grabbed his sleeve excitedly and tugged it a few times: "Antonio, how did you do it?! Tell me!"

Antonio smiled lightly.

"Told you earlier—it's mercury."

"I just embedded a lot of small light bulbs on the model, and the connecting wires all extended into a thin tube inside the model."

"The other end of the thin tube is connected to the two ends of the battery."

"I turned on the switch just now, and the mercury was poured in from the top entrance of the thin tube."

"Ah, I see!"

Joey suddenly realized, and clapped his hands: "Mercury is a conductive metal. Wherever it flows along the thin tube, the bulb will be lit-it's like a flowing wire!"

OMG, this creativity.

Starlight slowly falling from the sky.It's really exciting.

"I just make a model every time I design a routine. This model is very beautiful, so I just make it a toy for you."

Antonio chuckled and said, "In a few months, you will be able to go to the real park to look at the stars by yourself."

"I'm so looking forward to it." Joey sighed.

Just like a real princess, walk up the stairs of the fairy tale kingdom, walk through the forest with fireflies flying with a lamp, and watch the stars above the clouds.

The faint sound of the violin sounded softly at this moment, as if the evening wind brought it low.

This is the most lingering gypsy melody in "Song of the Wanderer".

At this moment, time seemed to be put into a crystal ball.

In the corner of the city by the Mediterranean Sea, flocks of birds are flying, the lights are flickering, the endless dusk is like layers of waves, and the warm sound of the piano is endless.

After a long, long time, she still couldn't forget this dreamlike dusk.

At a certain moment, the twinkling starlight and the fluttering sound of the piano were intertwined, as if a rose petal had fallen from the depths of the heaven, and fell softly into her heart.

"Antonio," she smiled and looked at him, "will you come to the rooftop with me?"

To listen to such a beautiful piano sound.

"No." Antonio replied lightly, looking down at her with an inexplicable meaning in his eyes.

A trace of doubt flitted across Joey's mind, but then disappeared like a cloud of smoke.

The gypsy's dirge continued, and the strings of piano sounds seemed to be tied with a string. She pulled one end and walked up the steps along it.

When she walked to the rooftop and saw Sarasate sending away the last twilight of the sunset, the last whisper of the violin was just drowned in the cool evening wind.

The violinist seemed to feel something in his heart, and the bow gently left the strings and fell quietly beside him.

He turned around and smiled softly at Joey.

"Your Highness, I have to go."

The author has something to say: Antonio (pulling the light decisively): hold back and show you the architectural model I made.

Talk about the devils in the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang!Antonio will not yield to you!

Thanks to ME's mines and the nutrient solution of the little angels!