[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

Joey originally thought that when he met Antonio, he would be so embarrassed that he wanted to get into the cracks in the ground.

As a result, when this moment came unexpectedly——

All her attention was attracted by the cat in his arms.

On her petite face, big and round eyes stared at her.The fluffy belly was fatter again, and the small snow-white paws were scratching on Antonio's shoulders, revealing the tender pink flesh pads.

Joey was overwhelmed by the long-lost cuteness in an instant.

God knows how much she misses Ziyawu little baby!

Uncute little animals cannot be loved by humans, nor will they live to become human pets.

Evolution, eternal god.

"Zi Yawu, let me hug you!" She couldn't help but leaned forward and stretched out her hand.

"Meow." Ziyawu yelled in disgust, his paws shrank back the first moment she touched her, and he buried his head in his white shirt, leaving only one eye to secretly look at her.

The whole cat shrunk into a fluffy ball in Antonio's arms, as if she were the strange aunt who wanted to hold someone else's baby.

Joey's heart snapped and broke.

No. 1 in eating inside and outside, it is her cat!

Of course, she selectively forgot who fed Ziyawu the most chicken breasts, but cats never forget.

Antonio was silent, patted Ziyawu's back lightly, then pinched his shoulder and stuffed it into Joey's arms.

Joey was overjoyed, holding the cat in his arms and bouncing twice, feeling that its fat butt was a little heavier than before.

Ziyawu grunted, resigned to his fate and stopped struggling.

"Antonio!" Vincent's angry voice suddenly came, "Last time I also wanted to hug the Purple Tooth Crow. You said that it was afraid of life and wouldn't give it to me. Why did you give it to Joey now that it was obviously afraid of life?"

Joey couldn't help laughing: "Vincent, this is my cat! It's in my house!"

Listen, she wasn't at home for a month, and even the cats and people forgot about her.

Antonio glanced at them lightly and folded his hands on his chest.

"Oh, that's right!" Vincent slapped his head suddenly, "I just remembered, I was too confused just now and forgot to ask——Joy, what do you mean by going to the notary to distribute all those properties to us? You're not going back to Barcelona?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere suddenly turned a little bit subtle.

The smile on Joey's face hadn't faded yet, when he was poked at the center of the matter, the corner of his raised mouth couldn't help shaking, and subconsciously said: "...how is that possible?"

Vincent let out a long breath: "That's great."

He waved his hands at Antonio and Mary, "Let me just say, Antonio suffered such a serious injury to save Joey. If she just ran away like this, how sad would he be? Joey wouldn't do that kind of thing." people."

Joey: "..."

Come on, Vincent, please shut up.

The smile on his face was stiff, and Joey chuckled a few times: "What are you thinking? I just had to leave because I needed to come to Paris in advance to prepare."

Antonio nodded and smiled lightly: "So, now that the bid is successful, you can go back."

Joey...what else can I say?

Sure enough, we shouldn't meet again.In front of her, how could she harden her heart and refuse?

"Are you planning to go back to Barcelona?" Monet suddenly asked, "Did you come overland from the Mediterranean to Marseille?"

Although he didn't understand it, the artist's sensitive instinct made him feel that he was obliged to change the subject at this time.

After all, he's often the mediator among this cynical and troublesome group of friends.

After getting an affirmative answer, he smiled: "That's the east coast of France, then you can go back to the west coast - take a boat from the Atlantic Ocean to Cantabria in the northwest of Spain, and then go overland to Barcelona. "

Pissaroma immediately agreed: "Yes, I have many friends who often travel between Paris and Barcelona. I heard from them that the scenery of Cantabria is very good. The mountains and plains near the sea are sparsely populated, which is different from the busy east coast."

"That sounds really good." Everyone's attention was attracted.

"Wait a minute," Joey immediately remembered something terrible, "It seems to be the area occupied by Carlos now."

Mary nodded: "And reading the newspaper two days ago, a plague just broke out there."

Vincent gasped: "Ah, that's really too risky."

Only then did Monet remember: "Indeed, I've heard that too..."

He quickly comforted the frustrated people: "Isn't the new king of Spain enthroned? I read in the newspaper that he is ready to lead an army to destroy Carlos' forces. It is estimated that he will be able to go to Cantabria soon." Ya travel."

Joey was still a little worried, and sighed: "I hope it will be as you said."

Thinking about the turbulent year in the past, she couldn't help sighing, "I've been busy for so long, I really want to relax and go on a trip."

Antonio glanced at her, and said casually: "I have received a design commission for a summer house in the suburbs near Santander. The owner is abroad, and he said there is no need to worry now."

Santander, the capital of Cantabria, is known as the "Summer Capital of Spanish Knowledge and Culture".

"If you want to go, I can take this order and go to the West Coast to live for a while when the situation stabilizes."

"Great!" Vincent patted Antonio's shoulder excitedly: "We can go to the west coast to sketch together! We have stayed in big cities for too long, and the scenery in the countryside is more suitable for studying art."

Mary suddenly tugged at Vincent's sleeve: "Vincent, have you seen Cézanne's "The House of the Hanged Dead" over there? I think you will like the feeling of light and shadow."

"Really?! This name sounds great, take me to see it." Vincent immediately raised his leg and followed her to that side, not wanting to delay for a second.

This painting really has a feeling.

When Vincent was concentrating on identifying how the strokes on the screen formed the overall effect of light and shadow, Mary Youyou's voice came from behind: "Vincent, have you ever been in love?"

This can be Vincent's weakness.He deflated like a balloon pricked by a needle: "...I confessed my love several times, but I was rejected."

"Oh." Mary nodded knowingly: "No wonder."

Vincent: "...huh?"

As soon as the two of them left, a middle-aged man with deep eye sockets and a slightly broad figure walked into the entrance of the exhibition wearing a black fedora.

As soon as he saw Antonio, he smiled: "Mr. Gaudi, so what you are thinking about is to see the art exhibition?"

Antonio nodded as a matter of course: "Such an art exhibition, isn't it worth remembering?"

The architect looked around leisurely, stayed on the black cat that Joey was holding for a few seconds, and smiled knowingly: "Indeed."

"This is?" Joey was a little curious.

"Oh, Miss Fernandez." The man took off his hat with a smile, "You don't know me, but I know you."

"Gustave Eiffel, French structural engineer. It's an honor to meet you."

Oh Paris!

What a magical Paris.

"Mr. Eiffel!" Joey couldn't help raising his voice a few times, "No, no, no, of course I know you...how could anyone not know you!"

She used to joke with her classmates, saying that an architect should be able to achieve the level of Eiffel—buildings should be named after themselves, and once they become famous, they will last forever.

This sudden enthusiasm made Eiffel stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing: "Miss Fernandez, I'm afraid you confused me with Antonio?"

"You're kidding!" Joey was very excited. "The bridges you built are so famous."

At least fairly well known in engineering circles.

Joey subconsciously glanced at the Seine River in the distance—in about ten years, when Paris hosts the World Expo again, there will be a world-famous iron tower there.

When she couldn't help but began to ask Eiffel if he had any ideas about Paris landmarks, her arms suddenly became empty, and the warm and soft pompom disappeared.

A hand stretched out and took Ziyawu from her arms.

What's even more exasperating is that the cat kicked its legs and jumped into Antonio's arms very cooperatively, as if it had been waiting for a long time.

"Talk." Antonio remained expressionless, "Zi Yawu is bored."

"Huh?" Why didn't Joey know that her cat was so hypocritical.

And, how did he know it was boring?

But forget it.Maybe she won't be here for a month, and Ziyawu is spoiled.

There is still a lot of time to play with cats, and there are not many opportunities for her to stay in Paris to discuss ideas with great architects.

"Okay," she waved her hand, "Then you take it to play."

Antonio held the cat expressionlessly and turned several corners in one breath before slowing down.

In the picture in front of him, the river water under the light is rippling with colorful ripples and crowded with people.

From Sarasate, to Eiffel, to this group of Impressionist painters.They are all over the age of 30——

Does Joey like people who are much bigger than himself?

Antonio, who is 22 years old and still studying, narrowed his eyes slightly.

Looks like a different route should be taken.

……

Once the decision to return to Barcelona was made, all subsequent arrangements seemed to fall into place.

The task of coming to Paris has been completed, and you can start to return at any time.

Joy, who had just made a fortune from speculation, had decided to be the most generous patron, taking his dear family to visit Paris for a few days.

As a result, after visiting Notre Dame and the Arc de Triomphe in the sun, she soon found to her annoyance that the Palace of Versailles and the Louvre were closed to the public, the Center Pompidou and the Orsay Museum had not yet been built, and the Eiffel Tower... The architect of ... said two days ago that her suggestion of "building an iron tower landmark" is very interesting and will be carefully considered.

Although Paris is already a well-known metropolis today, its tourism resources are still lacking—compared to more than a century later.

Joey sighed and accepted the reality.

Although you can't appreciate history, participating in history is also a happy experience.

Of course, the happiest artists these days are the Impressionist artists.

What these fringe artists crave most is bread and applause.

Now, there is bread, and there is applause - and the angel patron lady also kindly invites them to hold an art exhibition in Barcelona.

It is their greatest dream to promote their paintings to the world, and it is also a dream they dare not imagine.

For this grand dream, preparations will take some time.

Therefore, when Miss Fernandez and her group set off to return to Barcelona, ​​the painters reluctantly sent them to the train station, and agreed to take a few weeks to arrange things in Paris before heading to Barcelona.

Vincent expressed very excitedly that he would like to stay in Paris with these colleagues for a while, and then return together.

Joey naturally had no objection.It was only after meeting Monet and the others that she vaguely remembered that the historical Van Gogh seemed to have changed his style of painting after he came into contact with Impressionist paintings, and only then did he begin to create the style of painting that people in later generations are familiar with.

Before parting, Joey poked his head out of the big window of the train, pressed his snow-white wide-brimmed hat with a shiny ribbon, and waved happily to Monet: "Mr. Monet, I will plant a lot of flowers in the garden." Water lilies! Don't let them down."

Monet was amused: "Do you like water lilies? No problem. When I go to Barcelona, ​​I will definitely draw a few more."

The train speeded up slowly amidst the roar, and the bustling send-off sound on the platform was gradually thrown into the distance.

Joey looked at the city of Paris that was gradually going away, feeling a little emotional in his heart.

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed, and she still has to return to Barcelona.

In fact, I still miss that city.

She hasn't seen the finished Güell Park yet, so she's really looking forward to it.Mr. Earl must be in high spirits during this period. I wonder if he will open a few more bottles of sherry at the ball to celebrate?

It was midsummer, and the return journey was uneventful. They arrived in Marseilles smoothly and boarded the ship from the port there.

Unlike the outbound trip, the return trip was on a small cruise ship, and when a wave hit, the passengers would be caught off guard and stagger around.

Joey didn't stabilize the armrest beside him, and staggered to the side.

Then it bumped into Antonio with a "boom".

Although he was obviously trying to bear it, Joey heard him take a low breath.

What's wrong? !

Only then did she realize a very important thing——Antonio's injury was obviously not healed yet.

. . . Good Antonio!

And she had been ignoring it all the time.

A wave of fear and anger suddenly emerged from the bottom of my heart.

Joey looked up angrily, and Mary was sitting at the living room table obediently eating a sandwich and reading a book with a ponytail in her ponytail. The undulating waves didn't seem to have any effect on her.

After thinking about it, she decided not to put the adult's conflicts in front of the children.

So, she opened the hatch leading to the aft deck, and looked at the man with a calm face who was about to find a place to sit down: "Antonio, I think we need to have some academic exchanges."

Antonio raised an eyebrow.

He didn't say anything, got up and followed out.

Mary, who was sitting at the table, raised her head, watched the hatch slowly close, and couldn't help shaking her head.She took a bite of the fried egg, cheese, and ham sandwich and turned the page again.

A few minutes later, the cabin door on the other side opened, and Ada was holding a teapot in her hand, muttering: "Oh, it's not easy to find boiling water on board, and I have to find a kitchen to cook it... Hey, they Woolen cloth?"

Mary was alone in the living room.

She raised her head and smiled slightly: "Academic exchange."

"Academic exchange?"

Antonio looked teasingly at the empty deck, "I thought at least there should be paper and pen."

A group of them booked the stern cabin, and no one else would come to this deck.

The view from the stern is very wide, the cruise ship is undulating in waves, and the stern drags long white foam on the blue sea, like a white peacock spreading its shiny tail feathers.

"It's a medical academic exchange!"

Seeing the relaxed expression on someone's face, Joey became even more angry, "Antonio, your injury hasn't healed yet, why did you come here? Do you think your life is too long?"

Even in the later generations when medicine was highly developed, people who were seriously injured at that level would have to take care of them for a month—let alone the [-]th century when even blood transfusions were still trying their luck? !

In case there is something wrong with him on this road... Is he worthy of human beings?

"What injury did you say?"

Well, this guy is just playing dumb.

"Oh, gunshot wound? Good morning." Antonio leaned lazily on the silver railing, raised his hand to poke a fold in the white shirt on the left half of his chest, "No, you can hit it—here, hit it here .”

Joey was really pissed off.

How can there be such a deadly person, it's too abominable.

Of course she dared not touch the wound, but she couldn't help but tugged at his arm - don't touch it yourself, medical idiot!

Unexpectedly, as soon as he touched him, Antonio suddenly sucked in a breath of air, and a look of pain crossed his cheek again.

What?Did you even hurt your arm?

Joey panicked all of a sudden, and leaned forward.

Antonio moved his hand, grabbed her wrist, and pulled the unsuspecting her over with his backhand.

Joey lost his center of gravity unexpectedly, staggered and fell into his arms, and hit the cold and wet railing again.

When Joy came back to his senses, Antonio had lowered his head, grabbed her wrist with one hand, and carelessly propped the other arm on the side railing, trapping her inside the arc-shaped railing at the stern.

They were too close, the body of the boat moved with the waves, their bodies swayed uncontrollably, and a hot breath hit the side of Joey's cheek.

Her ears suddenly burned.

Wait a minute, what's going on here?

There was a "hum" in Joey's mind, and his tongue began to tie up: "Antonio, what are you doing?"

"Let me think about it," Antonio seemed to think seriously for a moment, then blinked with a half-smile, "Academic exchange?"

……asshole!

Joey became angry: "You, you..."

Another wave hit, and the stern of the boat swayed suddenly.

With a blank mind, Joey watched the man in front of him sway to the side with inertia - he took her hand in his hand, lowered his head and kissed the back of her hand lightly.

The heat that came through through the clothes was mixed with the moist breath of the sea breeze, and a low chuckle brushed against his ears, "How long do you want to hide from me?"

"Your Highness."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel of Shuiyan for mine!

Thank you Tangzhu Ano, did Amon soak in the Fool today, the beautiful sky, and the nutrient solution for senior divers~