[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

"Are you leaving?" Joey was a little dazed for a while.

The strings of piano sounds were originally soft and beautiful like waves, but at this moment they suddenly overflowed the top of her head, making her heart sink and she was a little breathless.

"The performance in Madrid will be in a few days. After that, I will start the tour in other European countries." Sarasate took out a piece of golden rosin and slowly wiped the fine white bow.

His dark eyes were drooped, as if they could not see a gleam of light.

"Then when are you coming back?" Joey asked subconsciously.

Sarasate's movements paused, and a smile appeared in his eyes: "Are you waiting for me, Your Highness?"

Haven't you been waiting for a long time?said a voice in Joey's heart.

15 years.

She has been waiting for 15 years since the boy who left the sunflower field with his piano on his back.

The passing time might not be hers, but she could really feel the sourness in her nose.

Are you leaving again, Mr. Sarasate?

While she was in a daze, a tall figure suddenly approached her, casting a shadow inlaid with sunset glow in front of her.

"Or—Your Highness, do you want to come with me?" A gentle voice sounded very close, and a faint warmth approached her cheek.

Joey subconsciously hid in astonishment.

When she looked up, she saw a pair of deep black eyes, which were full of pampering.

Sarasate still had a gentle smile on her face: "Joy, you understand what I mean, right?"

Joey's heart twitched.

She was not stupid, of course she understood what he meant.

Sarasate, the most outstanding violinist in the world today, a man who can leave a strong mark in the history of music, asked her, do you want to come with me?

It sounds really exciting.

"But I'm still doing mercury toxicity experiments." Joey replied subconsciously, "And here, in Barcelona, ​​I still have companies, industries, and many, many unfinished things—"

"Joy, I am already a world-renowned musician," Sarasate couldn't help laughing, "I will give you the best in the world."

"Why bother here? Follow me and your life will be full of flowers and dinners and dances. You'll never have to worry about anything."

bother?

It's really exhausting.But... Looking back at this moment, she actually likes this kind of life very much.

Joey's erratic sense of unreality dissipated a little.She raised her head and said seriously, "Mr. Sarasate, I also have my own business."

"You are already a great musician, and you will surely leave your mark in history in the future—maybe what I do is not worth mentioning compared to you. But I like it very much."

Sarasate shook her head with a smile, as if looking at an ignorant child: "Joy, you don't understand. Your likes will change."

Joey felt a bit of resentment at being underestimated: "No, Mr. Sarasate. I still have the ability to judge independently what I like and what I don't like."

Mr. Sarasate was gentle and nice, but he always seemed to coax her and treat her like a child.

And she was no longer the little princess who didn't think about anything.

Sarasate sighed softly, "Joy, you're just a girl—and a girl alone now. God gave you a beautiful gift, why do you just throw it aside and pick it up yourself?" Where are the stones?"

A few key words are like a crisp bell ringing suddenly in the depths of memory, which makes Joey wake up suddenly.

A gift from fate.

Is she going to take it apart?Can she take it apart?

The prince and princess may be together, but fairy tales have endings.

Yet if that ending is not happy, no one will write it.

Now, it's 1874.

Joey felt a stone slowly fall into the bottom of his heart.

It is heavy, but it seems to have found a stable weight.

"Mr. Sarasate, I ask you—can you stay?" she asked suddenly.

Sarasate was surprised. "I—I'm afraid I can't. To compose and tour, I need to travel all over the world."

Joey smiled slightly. "I'm really sorry, Mr. Sarasate. You can't stay—just as I can't leave."

Sarasate lowered her eyes and thought for a while, then stretched out her hand to her, her voice was low and solemn: "Joy, you have to get married. Now, you can become the Mrs. Sarasate known all over the world."

Joey looked at the hand that could pull out the most beautiful melody in the world, and was silent for a moment.

She finally made up her mind.

"But I don't want to be remembered as somebody's wife, Mr. Sarasate."

"I just want to be Joey—even if it's Joey no one knows about."

When the sunset finally faded into the gentian purple twilight, Sarasate leaned against the railing blown by the evening wind, and there seemed to be a slender figure of the girl in front of her eyes.

"I will always be here. But Mr. Sarasate, I am not waiting for you."

"I'm not waiting for anyone."

"I'm here because I like it here."

"Just like you love the violin."

"... Then you must like it very much." Sarasate shook her head lightly, and said with a low smile.

The day he left Barcelona, ​​he was greeted warmly by the citizens of Barcelona.With flowers, cheers and warm smiles, they showed their love for their fellow musician.

She had bid him farewell in advance and did not come to see him out of town again.

"We will definitely meet again in the future," she smiled and waved to him. "For example, the final selection presentation for the World Expo in Barcelona this June. At that time, you will also hold a concert in Paris, right?"

Looking at the brilliant clear sky, Sarasate suddenly remembered what he said to himself when he had a conversation with the little architect a few days ago.

"She won't go with you." Antonio said firmly.

"You are a wandering artist, wandering is your source of inspiration."

"And she, even a rose seed that falls on a rock, will take root and sprout there, and eventually grow into the proudest rose on the top of the cliff."

……

At the same time, Joey, who had sent Sarasate away, was leaning on the sofa, his hand holding the newspaper and letter trembling slightly.

In response to the movement made by Olanpu during this period, several congressmen published fierce criticism articles in newspapers.

"When did our society get so depraved that women were allowed to abandon their natural virtues as wives and mothers, to come into public places, to come to the podium, and even to go to parliament, to speak out and do what God has given men rights? Brazenness! Moral depravity!"

Fittingly, the paper included a picture of a woman, her face bloodied by shards of glass, raising a stick angrily—there was nothing feminine about it.

"Those shameless women, what qualifications do you have to give up the gender God gave you? What qualifications do you have to become men? Do you want to continue to cause social chaos?"

In order to express balance, the newspaper even had an interview with a certain lady: "Dear girls, don't learn from those shrews with problematic brains-please believe me, kind-hearted, gentle Your character and virtuous cultivation are your greatest value."

"You are the only mother of your children and the only housewife in your family. Dear girls, men and women are born different. This is God's will. If you disobey, our nation will decline and you will not be able to get the Lord forgiveness."

"Besides, this is really for your own good! Think about it, following those shrews into the streets, smashing windows and burning down buildings, what else will you gain besides the notoriety of being arrested? No one will think I want to marry you."

Joey almost laughed angrily.

Sure enough, there is nothing new under the sun, no matter where it is and what era it is.

Olanpu had an expression of "I knew it would be like this", and rested his head on his arms relaxedly: "It's a pity for your scientific experiment. Although I don't understand it well, at least I know that this should save a lot of people. people."

Her forehead was smashed, and a piece of gauze was stuck on it.

Joey threw the letter aside angrily.

"Dear Miss Fernández," it read, "your studies must be valuable. Unfortunately, the University of Barcelona is a school with a long history and a great reputation, and we value reputation above all else."

"Therefore, in view of some of your recent movements, it may be difficult for us to cooperate with you on mercury-related research."

"I really don't know what they are filling in their minds," Joey said in disbelief. "What is my gender and what do I support? Is this more important than a life-saving experiment?"

Olanpu shrugged with a smile: "Did you find out how shameless they are for the first time? Why, do you regret standing with me?"

Joey took another look at the letter and said coldly, "On the contrary."

"I'm only now starting to get really angry."

"Oh, it's okay, you're not too late." Olanpu smiled, "We only realized the importance of anger in the last few years."

"We used to reason with them, but found that no one listened. Until later, we decided to take the power that should belong to us - in the way of men."

"Of course, since we are in a civilized society, we still have to take the legal route. After all, we are not national enemies. To obtain independent legal status, we must pass legislation to recognize it. It's a pity that the Speaker Manolo is a fat man who is difficult to deal with."

"Will you come on the day of the parliamentary debate, Joy?"

Joey nodded: "You are going to make a statement on stage, what are you going to say?"

"Oh, me." Olanpu looked up at the seaweed-like ceiling, "What can I say? I'm going to take a match and burn down the parliament."

"—Just kidding, hahaha."

"Miss, there is a package for you." Pascal walked over with a small package.

"Oh, good." Joey glanced at it casually, and reached out to open it.

"Wait." Olanpu suddenly sat up straight and pressed her hand.

"What's wrong?" Joey looked at her suspiciously.

Olanpu narrowed his slender green eyes like a cat, and looked at the package suspiciously: "Have you never offended anyone?"

Joey thought back quickly.Since coming to Barcelona, ​​she seems to have offended many people.

"Be careful with such unknown packages. I have received quite a few, but few of them are good ones." Olanpu is very experienced.

She turned her head and saw Antonio passing by outside the living room: "Little Tony, do you have a gun? We're going to open the package—if anything goes wrong, you can shoot it down."

Antonio froze for a moment.

Only then did Joey turn his head in doubt: "Gun? Antonio, when will you use a gun?"

Olanpu raised his eyebrows: "Oh, so you don't know. He started learning half a month ago——"

She suddenly remembered something, and quickly raised her hand to Antonio: "I'm sorry, little Tony. I didn't know you were hiding it from her."

"But I have to say, that's not right."

The author has something to say: The parliamentarians' comments published in the newspaper refer to the real remarks in history of the Paris Commune justice Pierre Chaumet.

Thanks ME for the grenade~

It's been a week since I've been out for a week, and I'm badly hurt, hey.Regroup on weekends and work hard to save manuscripts.