[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

In front of the stunned crowd, the two walked out of the cafe one after the other in a pretentious manner, and then turned into the alley next to them.

There was no one around, so Antonio stopped in his tracks. "So, my dear patron—"

Joey turned around.

"Why don't you want me to join Boaba's project?" The blue-eyed boy leaned against the window sill, a string of colorful shell wind chimes spinning lazily above his head.Kind of like a little halo spinning above an angel's head.

"Then why do you want to join?" Joey asked back.Just now, his expression clearly showed that his heart was moved, which made her a little annoyed.

Antonio was puzzled: "Isn't it good to be able to participate in the project? His resources are very good."

"You can be my architect." Joey said sullenly.

Antonio tilted his head slightly, and stared at the girl with a half-smile, "But I don't think you actually have a project for me." It's not a question, but a statement.

"—You shouldn't be able to pay the money."

Joey gasped, dumbfounded.

Has the word poor been written on her face? !

Without her having to speak, Antonio knew that he had guessed right just by looking at the expression on his face.He spread his hands: "Don't get me wrong, I don't have a hobby of stalking others. In fact, I also find it strange that you are dressed like an aristocratic girl, but I just feel that you are short of money."

OKintuition.Joey gritted his teeth.

Just like metaphysical words such as "talent" and "inspiration", geniuses have always understated it, but ordinary people can hardly ask for it.

But that's not the point, is it?She had to bring back the topic of going off the rails.

"Don't you know what Boaba wants to do? To put it nicely, he invited you to participate in the project, and he obviously wants to plagiarize your achievements! Then you will work hard for him to finish the work, and if you win the prize, it will be his!" Joey I really regret someone's behavior of not cherishing feathers.

"It's not necessarily a prize."

"Sure!" Joey retorted angrily.

Antonio threw up his hands helplessly, wisely deciding not to dwell on the matter.

Women are strange creatures.

"Besides, they are so cynical and sarcastic about you, obviously it was that so-called Aba who instigated it. Do you still want to work for this kind of person?"

Standing in front of them was Antonio Gaudí!Those who ridiculed him will not be remembered by history at all in the future, and 7 of the works left by Master Gaudí have been listed as world cultural heritage by UNESCO!

She was fascinated by the works of male gods at the beginning, so she filled in the major of architecture in the college entrance examination without hesitation.

...and then slowly being taught to be a person by life, I realized that she would most likely be helping the main architects to do odd jobs in drawing and modeling, and then draw house plans, stairs and toilets.

Life is already hard, and I still have to watch the male god being bullied.It is tolerable, what is unbearable!

Antonio finally felt that something seemed wrong with Joey.He thought for a while, then said in disbelief, "Are you angry?"

Joey was equally unbelievable: "Aren't you angry?"

Antonio has a sincere question mark on his face: "What's so angry about this?"

Someone mocked him a few words.so what?

Joey: "..."

She thought it was a normal unconditioned reflex of human beings.

She had some doubts about her memory—she clearly remembered to read Gaudi-related materials, and others commented on the master's right-handedness and hot temper.

So when she wanted to go to him at the beginning, she was very apprehensive, for fear that if he was dissatisfied, she would fly into a rage.

"Okay." Joey silently wrote down in the small notebook in his heart. Maybe the old Gaudi had a bad temper, but little Antonio was still a young man who didn't care about anything.

I don't know what happened to him afterwards.

"Well, I'm actually very sorry. I heard the conversation between you and Mr. Principal." Joey considered his tone, not wanting to hurt his self-esteem.

"Oh. So you're his guest?"

To her surprise, Antonio didn't seem to feel ashamed of failing the exam at all, "It's a pity, if you weren't here, I might be able to convince him."

no, you can not.Joey cursed.

She frowned, faintly beginning to feel that things were not simple.

"You just asked him how he would finish the project. Has someone already invited you?"

"No." Without shame.

Joey was silent. "Then you plan to recommend yourself?"

"Perhaps." There was no sincerity.

"What if no one wants it?" Joey asked persistently.

"Isn't that what it is? It can't be any worse anyway." No pressure, even a hint of humor.

"Then don't you want to retake that course! The principal still doesn't like you!"

"It's okay, I won't go anyway." Antonio shrugged indifferently.

Seeing the girl's eyes widening and about to explode, he immediately said, "Don't worry, I will definitely get full marks next time."

Joey: "..."

She thought that the boss's pretense was a foreshadowing.

Broken, broken dreams.

She finally realized painfully that it was his works that cast a filter of an overly tall rose-colored male god on her.

Otherwise, when she met him at the rose market yesterday, she should have realized that this is just a sophomore boy who is not doing his job properly but still has a strange brain!

"Are you okay? Do you need me to call a doctor?" Antonio saw the girl covering her head in pain, and felt that it was necessary to care.

Joey took another breath, and even looked at him with a little more love in his eyes.

Doctors can't cure your brain, little fool.

After learning from the pain, Joey worked hard to calm down and decided to take on the sacred responsibility of catching the boss on the shelves: "Well, I actually have a proposal. You see, you are only a third-year student, and you are normally not allowed to participate in the project."

"But, I'd like to have you oversee the remodeling of my house. It's just, uh," she said with a flawless smile. "I can't afford the design fee."

Really shameless.Joey felt his cheeks burn. How much he hated the strange party A who had made countless changes and still owed the design fee back then, and now he is so embarrassed.

Sure enough, the ass decides the head.

"I..." "In return, I can recommend you to Count Guell! I asked. He bought a new house that is being remodeled. He is not very satisfied with the roof design and is looking for other solutions."

"Then..." "Trust me, I've done the calculations! The roof is a small project. If the design is passed smoothly, you can finish it before the end of the vacation. In this way, you can ask Professor Dago to change your grades, and you don't need to retake it afterwards; then , you can come and remodel my house!"

"Although I have no money, Earl Guell is very rich, and I will definitely hate seeing your design!" Joy can't wait to show him her memory to prove what she said is true, "Complete him If you do my project, you can earn a lot of money, and there will be a steady stream of orders in the future; if you do my project, you can participate in the youth architectural design competition!"

Joey looked at him with bright eyes, feeling like the poisonous snake that tempted Eve to eat the apple.

Antonio smiled: "I'm happy to help you. Why don't you go to my studio and have a chat, it's not far from here."

Joey: "!"

Oh my God, Antonio Gaudi's studio!

The little angel of reason tells her not to fall easily, but the little devil of emotion has already repeated the same mistakes with enthusiasm and spinelessness.

She couldn't have been more excited when she visited the Atelier Museum of the Sagrada Familia.

And this time, I will be the tour guide and provide a touchable tour surrounded by free 360° panorama!

"By the way, so how should I address Lord Jinzhu—"

Joey thought about it, and suddenly couldn't help but burst out laughing.Then he quickly said seriously: "My name is Fernandez. But just call me Joey."

"Yes, Miss Fernandez." Is there anything funny about that?

But he already knew that she was a lady who behaved differently, and had never had a hobby of prying into other people's minds.

He didn't know that this weird lady actually wanted him to call herself "Gold Master Dad" in Chinese.

It's a pity that the pronunciation of the Spanish father and the Chinese father are exactly the same, and the possibility of being exposed is too high, so I have to forget it.

Hey, today is also a day to try to tease the boss.

……

Antonio's studio is not far from the school, in a crumbling apartment building.

Although it is very dilapidated, the outer wall gradually changes from moon white to cobalt blue, and the balconies of several households hang down like flowing silk-like wisteria, making the entire outer wall undulate like waves in the field of vision, which is extremely beautiful.

When the two were standing in front of the door, Antonio was startled, and suddenly remembered something: "Uh, please wait here. I'll go in and collect something first."

Ouch?

Joey raised his eyebrows: "What shameful thing?"

Antonio had already inserted the key into the keyhole, turned around when he heard the words, and raised the corners of his lips: "Madam, do not despise things."

Joey blushed unexpectedly.

This, what kind of unrestrained era is this?Can this be said casually!

"It doesn't matter, the benefactor is God. If you insist, I don't care." The vicious boy turned the key again, and there was a light click in the key.

Joey felt burned, took a step back, and said awkwardly, "No need, hehehe..."

She smiled awkwardly but politely and watched the boy Shi Shiran enter the door.

Then the private life of the crazy gossip gangster began in his mind.

Antonio turned back and closed the door, heaving a sigh of relief.

He went straight to the workbench, carefully removed a portrait of a girl wearing a Manti veil pasted by the window, opened the folder on one side, and put the portrait in.

He turned around and scratched his head looking at the mess around him.

Then it didn't take much effort to decide to give up struggling.

So, when the host personally opened the door to welcome the guests, the girl who was full of expectations was stunned by the chaos in the house and almost no place to set foot.

I've heard that most creative people have desktops that are a mess.Celebrities can't be fooled by their words of sincerity.

— But this is too exaggerated!

Old books with tattered covers were piled up against the wall to form a hill, and a few huge wooden barrels next to them were filled with uneven rolls of blueprints.

A wooden barrel fell, paper rolls were rolled everywhere, and then they were stopped at various corners by plaster casts and wooden models sitting or falling randomly, declaring the escape failed.

"Welcome to my studio, Miss Fernandez." The culprit put on his signature welcome smile.

The large wooden table is placed against the window, it looks like two planks joined together.A semicircular gap was dug in each of the two halves of the tabletop, and a round stool was placed in the space left by the two halves of the table.

Antonio was quite proud when he noticed that Joey was looking at the table: "I invented this myself. Some drawings are too big to be drawn on one side of the table, but standing in the middle and drawing all around can just reach them."

A china mug with its handle missing was tipped over the edge of the table.Pencils of varying lengths, T-rules, and squares are strewn about half-drawn sketches.The coiled wire was mixed with the wire that had been twisted into various shapes, and the pliers were thrown aside.

In short, a mess.The most savage thieves could not have turned it more messy.

Joey took a deep breath, feeling his temples throbbing.

"Antonio, don't bring your clients into the studio again."

Antonio blinked and said with a smile, "Of order."

His whole body was bathed in bright golden sunlight, smiling like a real angel.

The angel's thin lips parted slightly, and the translucent and magnetic voice carried a ticklish hook: "This place is only open to Miss Fernandez."

When Joey turned his face away, he was dazzled by the sun.

The warm light slowed down, bounced gently on the girl's eyelashes, passed through the fine dust floating in the air, and finally fell gently into a pair of light blue eyes, reflecting it into a gorgeous and clear light. Galaxy.

...Joy admitted again in embarrassment, and her heart stopped beating again because of the beauty.

So, Joey, who was planning to leave immediately, decided to sit down for a while.

She comforted herself with the quantum superstition of racial talent, so that she would definitely be able to catch the aura of the boss.

Under Antonio's warm invitation, she sat on the master's seat in the middle of the wooden table.

The table slammed shut.

She suddenly had a strange feeling—she was like a prisoner whose neck was clamped by a wooden shackle, with only his head exposed and ready to go to the guillotine.

Joey: "..."

What kind of strange genius brain is this!