[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

The newspaper deliveryman of "Barcelona Star" put a large stack of newspapers on the polished brass frame as usual every peaceful evening, and then drove the bullock cart to deliver the newspapers from the Plaza de Aragon near the newspaper office .

In the city of Barcelona, ​​there are countless newspaper deliverers like him—the work is regular, simple, and brainless. Although the salary is not high, it is also very easy.After work, I can go to the tavern to drink two glasses of vodka mixed with water.

He drove the car out of Maowei Lane. The small flower stalls on the edge of the square were covered with canvas sheds, and the shelves were full of forget-me-nots, pomegranates, cornflowers, iris and roses. The fresh fragrance of flowers was blowing in the evening wind. , very comfortable.

When the first newspaper was delivered to the Lisa Café in Plaza Aragon, it was the most lively time in the evening.

"What?! Miss Fernandez and Mr. Gordy are engaged?"

A young girl who was eating rice pudding let go of her hand in surprise, and the small silver spoon fell to the edge of the white porcelain bowl with a "dang".

"...Who? Who and who?!" The girl opposite almost spit out the black tea, and accidentally crushed the almond cake in her hand, and the soft almond powder fell on the light blue tablecloth, as if a sweet Tiring snow.

"Miss Fernandez, and Mr. Gordy." The rice pudding girl said again solemnly.

"Ah, St. George!" the macaroon girl frantically wiped her hands with a napkin, "I knew it would come this day!"

She threw the used napkin on the table and covered her heart sincerely: "I have long thought that they are a perfect match!"

The rice pudding girl showed a smile of "you really understand me": "You think so too? I saw the appearance of the rose milk tea shop after the renovation, and I thought there must be something wrong with Mr. Gaudi!"

"Such a dreamy and romantic design, I felt that without the guidance of Cupid's golden arrow, this is not a design that mortals can make at all!"

"Exactly! And to be honest, when I saw the Fernandez house, I thought it was wrong. You think about the princess balcony! God, I wish I had a fiancé who can design the princess balcony for me !"

After the newspaper deliveryman finished unloading the newspaper, he wiped the sweat off his brow, stepped back into the car happily, and continued to coax.

He left the Plaza de Aragon from the Cat's End, carefully pulling the cow past the fat woman in the flowered kerchief on the street corner - her fat wicker basket was full of eggs, and the cheese was stacked in a pyramid on the wooden board beside her. , if she accidentally scratches it down, she will definitely grab the collar and yell at her.

After driving out of Maowei Lane, the road becomes more and more empty.

On this day, the sunset glow in Barcelona is particularly bright.Dusk hangs on the high and low colorful roofs, accompanied by chimneys spewing smoke rings, like a hazy and transparent gauze.

The newspaper delivery boy was in a surprisingly good mood, and couldn't help humming "God of the Good Man", accompanied by the thud of the black bull's hooves.

The second stop is Makael House, not far from Aragon Plaza.

When the paperman knocked on the door, Mr. McKell was sitting by the window in his duffel cap, reading the serious newspaper La Ville de Catalunya.

And Mrs. McKell happily took over "Star of Barcelona", quickly glanced at it, and couldn't help exclaiming: "My God! Miss Fernandez and Mr. Gaudi are engaged?"

"What?" Mr. McKell frowned suddenly: "Didn't you just announce that they are actually relatives?"

"Relationships?" Mrs. McKell disapproved. "What are you talking about, dear? They're going to be husband and wife! Oh, goddess of investment and master builder! It's like a fairy tale--when they sleep, don't they Discussing what to build our city into?"

Mr. McKell shook his head resignedly, and put "Voice of Catalonia" in front of his wife: "Look for yourself."

Mrs. McCall didn't look.She hated watching the boring "Voice of Catalonia" above all.

She pulled her face away and threw "Star of Barcelona" in front of her husband: "Look for yourself!"

Mr. McKell glanced down and was stunned.

"Wait a minute—why are the two newspapers reporting differently? Is the truth of the news so unreliable now?!"

A newspaper said the two were getting married.

Another paper said—Miss Fernandez was a false identity.Her true identity is actually Mr. Gaudí's cousin!

Clearly, at least one source is wrong.

Mr. McKell could not help cursing under his breath: "I'll make the wrong newspaper pay me pesetas!"

It's the downfall of the world to get such a simple fact wrong.Under the impact of the development of industrial trends, people no longer have the seriousness and concentration of the past!

The newspaper deliveryman quickly delivered the farthest place from the urban area, circled around and began to deliver the newspapers on the way back.

On Diagonal Avenue, the tavern of the Sanchez family was full of people, and under the flickering lights, it was full of lively conversations and laughter among neighbors and friends.

"Hey, I just found out that Miss Fernandez is the Duke's daughter?"

"No. You read in the newspaper that she is pretending to be the daughter of Duke Fernandez! She is actually Mr. Gaudí's cousin!"

"Cousin! Oh, my God. No wonder the relationship between the two is so good! I thought they were a couple." Aunt Margot stirred the sherry wine in the glass with transparent bubbles in disappointment.

"Okay. It doesn't make any difference to us low-level citizens—it's too far away. I only know that she is the owner of Mount Montjuic." A young man with his sleeves rolled up shrugged.

A middle-aged man, whose face was flushed from drinking, slapped the table, "It's different for me! I knew her original identity. At that time, I felt uncomfortable when I used electric lights and so on—it was like giving those Giving money to the blood-sucking southerners of Catalonia. Alas, young people today don’t know the history of that time, and they don’t care about it.”

He glanced at the newspaper that everyone rushed to pass around again, and calmed down a bit: "Hey, I really don't understand the minds of young people nowadays. Let me tell you, why should she do it? This is Barcelona, ​​and we don't eat it." The southern one. Well now, I know she's Catalan too, which is a big surprise. I'm off to buy tickets and take my family to Montjuic Castle!"

"Hahaha, bro, don't you know? Your wife has already taken the three children to play - she knew you were angry, so she didn't tell you." The young man rolled up his sleeves and couldn't help talking.

When the middle-aged man went out angrily, the young man blinked slightly and waved his hands: "See you tomorrow!"

He thought about it again, and leaned back in his chair: "However, since the report is out now, there must be someone from the Fernandez family, right?"

Immediately someone exclaimed: "Ah, those southerners are the most stingy! Will Miss Gordy be in trouble?"

"That's right. If you say it this way, you might face prosecution for pretending to be a nobleman—"

"I hope not! My son is a tram driver." Aunt Marge immediately yelled loudly, "I will pray to God every day in the future, and hope that the lady is doing well and develop more tram routes!"

"Ah! Will it be all right? My grandmother was rescued by her first aid method. I haven't had a chance to say thank you to this young lady in person." A girl worried.

"I don't want it either... I just rely on opening a milk tea shop to support my children. Although I always follow this young lady's idea, I feel a little embarrassed, but I still hope she is safe and sound."

The tavern owner joined the discussion while wiping the beer glasses on the bar counter: "It's really not sure. In my opinion, Miss Gaudi may be in big trouble. Pretending to be a nobleman, such as pretending to be a member of the royal family, I remember history. Sentenced to hang!"

"God, don't you scare me!" Aunt Margot gasped. "I want smelling salts, smelling salts—thanks, dear, I'm better."

"...No," she reacted, and asked angrily, "The Fernandez family is not a royal family!"

"That's true." The tavern owner smiled apologetically, "To express my apologies, Mrs. Margot, I've ordered your glass of sherry."

"Speaking of this, I have sorted out the files in the city hall before, so I know a little bit about it."

A well-mannered young man wearing glasses said, "It should be said that in this case, the first thing to look at is whether there is any use of identity fraud, especially whether there is any profit-if there are other families and companies in Barcelona Sue her, and if she is found out, she will probably go to jail."

"Ah, Fernandez—er, no, Miss Gordy, there shouldn't be one, right?" Everyone hesitated.

"It depends on whether someone sues." The young man said, "But as far as I know, this lady seems to have a very good relationship with several big families, maybe they won't sue at all. Then she has to worry , is the prosecution of the Fernandez family."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Aunt Margot was a little annoyed. "We were worried about this just now. Really, this is Catalonia! Why do you want those southerners to come and play wild with us?"

"That's right! The daughter of the duke doesn't inherit the title. They are staying well in Valencia. Why did Miss Fernandez interfere with them?"

The tavern owner smiled wryly and raised his hand: "It's not up to me. The law is there."

"That's right." The young man rolled up his sleeves and said coolly, "Don't you all read the news? Recently she helped Mrs. Demo in the divorce case. It seems that many people are dissatisfied."

……

The newspaper delivery man looked at the bottomless newspaper on the car, and patted the freshly rubbed wall dust on his body with satisfaction.

The day's work was done exceptionally quickly.When he drove through Aragon Square again, the sunset had not yet set.

When he passed through the open-air bar at the corner of the square, a few words drifted into his ears.

"I heard that the House of Fernandez designed by Mr. Gaudi is a token of love! My God, it's so romantic!"

"Uh... Shouldn't the focus now be Miss Gaudi's identity?"

"What's the status? What does it have to do with us? I'm more interested in the wedding of the two of them."

"I heard my neighbor's Uncle Polly's Cousin Maier say that Mr. Gaudi is going to give Miss Fernandez a castle! It's built on the top of Montjuic."

"Really?! What about Montjuic Castle?"

"Uh... probably demolished? It can't be remodeled."

……

When Joey returned home, he went to Pascal immediately: "In three days, I want..." All the information on this man.

She bit the bullet just in time.She already has all his files.

"... to find this little Mr. Fernandez."

Today's incident happened suddenly, and she was forced to do nothing.However, at least now that the city council is asking her, it shouldn't be a big problem for the time being.

I'm afraid that this person is particularly concerned about the family's reputation, so he must sue her.

That way, she probably would have to meet him, and this was the most troublesome part—he met her when Duke Fernandez took his family to the palace to meet him.

Even though that was ten years ago, Joey was still not too adventurous.

The Duke Fernandez in his memory seemed to be loyal, apart from being a little nervous.But now that Valencia has fallen into Carlos' sphere of influence, it's hard to say what the son of the duke's position is now.

So, her plan is to find him, appease him - and then kill him with money!

As early as when the Fernandez family was first selected as her waistcoat family, Pascal had already reported their details to Joy.

The kind that lasts for hundreds of years.

At that time, Joey looked like he had a big head.This kind of old-fashioned family, except that they have been recording their genealogy out of their own high sense of honor, the public has no idea of ​​their glorious history hundreds of years ago, and they have no interest in learning about it.

This blue-blooded family had firmly followed the king of Madrid in the early 17th century. Unfortunately, apart from the loyalty they supported, there was really no enterprising spirit.

The result is that the family has been handed down to this day, and basically there is only one noble title left. In fact, they are so poor that they continue to sell the castle and manor. Now they can only stick to the last core manor, living in the countryside of Valencia, with only two Candle up.

It stands to reason that they would not leave Valencia easily, otherwise Pascal would not have chosen this family as a disguise.

But Carlos occupied there, I'm afraid it brought some unexpected changes.

In the best case, this little Mr. Fernandez may not be able to stand Valencia under Carlos, so he ran out by himself and happened to arrive in Barcelona.

And the worst case is that he heard some rumors that he came here specially for her.

wrong.Joey dismissed the idea.

If that's the case, then he shouldn't pass the city council to make this matter so big.This is Catalonia—except for the capital, it is probably the most difficult place for Carlos to crack.

Although the Catalans may not have much affection for the Bourbon royal family in Madrid, for this brave and bold nation, villains like Carlos who wantonly provoke wars are the biggest enemy.

To trouble her here, the most effective way is to send an assassin—just like Xiu En did back then.However, Joey sincerely suspected that Carlos had long forgotten the existence of Xiu En.

Judging from the current situation, the most likely reason is that this little Mr. Fernandez ran to Barcelona, ​​and he just heard that someone was doing well under the banner of his family. He was filled with righteous indignation and reported it to him.

Then use money to appease him.

Money is vulgar, but it is really useful.

Joey was thinking about it, and he didn't show up, and used money to solve all problems as quietly as possible.

Unfortunately, as the old saying goes, things often don't go as smoothly as expected.

"I'm sorry, miss," Pascal quickly returned in distress, "we really couldn't find Mr. Fernandez Jr."

At this time, Joey was busy preparing for the closed-door negotiations with the city council, and his heart jumped when he heard this: "Can't find it?"

She has here the guards and liaison personnel left by Alfonso.Even the old palace steward and these people can't be found, so does that person have other plans?

Not good.

The more she thought about it, the more worried she became, but the matter of negotiating behind closed doors was more urgent, and she really couldn't find time.

So, while bargaining with the city council, she thought about the danger that might come at any time. She always felt butterflies fluttering up and down in her stomach, and thick dark circles grew under her eyes in just a few days.

Pascal blamed himself very much for this, and intensified the search efforts, but it was still fruitless.

To everyone's surprise, a few days later in the evening, the "Evening News" published the solemn statement of this mysterious young man.

"Mr. Fernandez Jr. said that he admired Ms. Gaudi very much and did not care about her previous behavior of impersonating her identity. On behalf of the Fernandez family, he expressed his honor to have such an honorary family member as Ms. Gaudi."

Under the bright light, Joy read the newspaper from side to side several times.After finally confirming that she read correctly, she didn't know what to say for a while.

... This little Mr. Fernandez, what exactly has he been through?

The author has something to say: Joey (provocative): Don't be afraid, dear little Mr. Fernandez, come out and tell your story.

When I wrote about the conversation between the two dessert girls at the beginning, my mind floated—the most beautiful love I can think of is that I am the developer and you are the architect. (manual dog head)

Joey will thank his old self for not being cornered into a Ponzi scheme.Um.

Thanks to the little angel of water beauty for the grenade!Thanks to the little angels for feeding the nutrient solution!