[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

As the National Day approaches, the festive atmosphere in Barcelona becomes more and more intense.

Some bold citizens secretly hung the red and yellow flags of Catalonia on the windows, and before the day of celebration, sporadic fireworks could already be seen in the city by naughty children secretly setting off.

Colorful fireworks are a new thing that came from Italy not long ago. Whenever people see that the fireworks rising in the night sky are not the traditional orange, they will stop and watch excitedly.

In this era of lack of entertainment, even Joey happily reviewed the knowledge of the flame reaction with Mary.

"What's red?" "Strontium."

"Blue?" "Copper."

"What color is the barium ion?" "Green."

"It's so frustrating. I can't test you if I ask anything." Joey wailed on the edge of the table.

Mary smiled, and there was a bit of pampering in her smile that didn't match her age: "You are already the parent who knows the most. There is no elder in my class who can study with them-you are really good , Joey."

God, is she being praised by a great scientist? !

Joy suddenly had unlimited motivation again, supporting her to continue tutoring children with homework.

After coming out of Mary's study, Joy didn't take a few steps until he saw Antonio standing at the end of the corridor, looking up intently at a painting hanging on the wall of the living room.

"Hey, are you back?"

Previously, due to concerns about the risk of infection brought about by the flow of people, Antonio had no chance to come back for several weeks.

"Hmm." Antonio replied sullenly, and then looked at the painting.

Joey also followed his gaze and looked up, feeling a little proud in his heart: "How about it, isn't it very good? Vincent drew it."

That is his latest still life flower work.

"Indeed. Although there are still some problems with proportion and perspective, and the use of color is a bit sloppy, it is very infectious after coloring."

"That's right!" Joy said happily, "Scale and perspective are not so important compared to expressiveness."

Vincent is not an architect. Paintings are for viewing. It doesn't matter if the proportions are a bit off.

I haven't seen him for a while. After returning from Paris, the young artist seems to have been completely reborn.

He has been drawing charcoal sketches in black, white and gray before, but now he seems to discover that paint is free for the first time, and starts to splash the brightest and boldest colors on the canvas.

His paintings are always in warm colors, especially love to use brilliant golden yellow.Tubes of bright inscription yellow are directly squeezed from the paint tubes onto the canvas, and then painted with burning passion by the painter's hands.

After his paintings received unanimous praise from St. Paul's Hospital, Vincent's confidence was unprecedentedly high, and he directly lived in the hospital with his own paints and painting tools, painting golden wheat fields, bright sunshine, fields, and huge floating clouds. With everything that is vigorous.

From these paintings, Joy has vaguely seen the shadows of the most famous works of later generations.

That would be nice too, she thought.

Vincent cared more than anything else about other people's approval - and now, he got it.Although all the praise is not from his peers, but after all, the first step has been taken.

Artwork requires marketing operations.Next, she can also give a boost.

"Don't you think, Vincent is improving so fast! People will soon realize how amazing his paintings are. I believe that his paintings will soon be worth a fortune."

Just think about it and be happy.She witnessed, and can even be said to have contributed to the birth of Van Gogh!

"That's why you hung his painting in the living room? Because it will be priceless?" Antonio asked back.

Joey froze.Although it is true to say so, it is too embarrassing to say it directly, it seems that she only has a taste for money in paintings...

So she insisted, "Of course not, it's because I love his paintings."

Antonio suddenly turned his head and stared at her condescendingly for a long while.

Joey felt terrified at the sight.

At the same time, she discovered an unpleasant fact again—unknowingly, Antonio seems to have grown taller again, and now their height difference is a little bigger than before!

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Joey muttered.

Antonio suddenly said blankly: "I can also draw."

"...So?" Joey didn't understand.

You're an architect, so of course you can draw—or you'll be out of a job.

Wait... She suddenly had a magical guess.

"You don't want to say, you also want to draw a picture and hang it here?"

Seeing Antonio's lips tightened suddenly, Joey couldn't hold back: "No way, Antonio! How old are you?"

She had always felt that he never cared about other people's opinions, and that he and Vincent were two extremes.Could it be that after hanging out with Vincent for a long time, he also started to become childish?

"Miss? Are you busy now?" Ada suddenly poked her head out from the door, "The clothing delivery company is here, and there are some new samples. I want to ask if you want to pick them out."

"Okay, here I come."

Joey got up and walked out, and turned around when he reached the door: "It's okay, Antonio, you draw it! I will hang it up after I draw it, and hang it next to this painting-I believe that all the guests who see it in the future will definitely like it." like!"

She smiled and picked up her skirt and ran away.

"..." Antonio listened to her undisguised laughter gradually disappearing at the end of the corridor, sat down on the sofa, and slowly closed his eyes.

An inexplicable depression welled up in my heart.

He once actually thought that Joey should treat him differently.

Otherwise, why would she find herself in the vast crowd, defend him like that, and recommend him to others?

As a child, Antonio had imagined himself as a house—a house set in a vast field.

The breeze enters the house, and there are grass and insects singing all around, but it just stands quietly, with the quiet earth under its feet and brilliant stars above its head.

In his childhood, when other children played together, he quietly observed the growth tracks of trees, the texture of conch shells and the sparkling ripples in the pond.

He learned early on that in order to avoid being disappointed, one should not be tempted by hallucinations. *

Compared with people, solitude is his companion.

He enjoys solitude.

...Until he met her.

On that spring day when roses bloomed, the doomed lonely boy thought he had met a cunning and cowardly liar.

Only later did I know that she was his muse, his doom and sin.

He... the red rose of life.

For the first time since meeting her, loneliness has become unbearable.

Antonio heard his own heartbeat.

Involuntarily, he reached out and pressed his hand to his chest - where now there was an irregular scar, reminding him of the crazy things he had done.

He'd never been so scared, never been so out of his mind—just to save her.

At the most absurd moment, he once thought blankly, if he really couldn't escape, it would be a good thing to die together like that.

But on the boat back from France, when he finally mustered up all his courage and was about to tell her his heart, he realized that Joey had completely different ideas from him.

She actually thought that he was trying to save the crown prince at the time, and to seek power and wealth.

If he wanted to explain to her unwillingly, but all his courage was shattered by a more direct fact——

She clearly refused his touch.She doesn't want to touch him.

Joy—she could accept another man's kiss on the back of her hand with a polite smile, but refuse him to touch her!

His intuition clearly told him everything, but in his despair, Antonio even sent a telegram to Vincent who was far away in Paris: [Why was your confession rejected? ]

Vincent's call back was eloquent: [Forget it, man.It's very simple-I thought we were in love, but it turns out that everything is my wishful thinking. ]

[If I could lie to myself about anything else, when I tried to grab her hand in desperation and she backed away with a look of horror, I knew that this was my doomed misery. ]

Antonio finally had to face a bleak truth.

All Joey's special performances to him are really just because of his appreciation of his works, not because of him.

Before he could figure out what to do next, the plague broke out.

Everyone is exhausted, and love is a luxury other than life.

He took this opportunity to work day and night.

Have to say, this is a very effective way to divert attention.

But now, the plague is over.

The short burn is over, and what remains are eternal ashes.

Antonio leaned dejectedly on the back of the soft sofa, looking around.

Surrounded by everything I designed myself—the swirling cream ceiling, the wooden floors that reflect the warm luster, and the oak furniture that fits the curved walls perfectly.

But looking at all this now, he felt that he was going crazy with jealousy.

She once stepped barefoot on the smooth and warm wooden floor, and her thin white palm touched the curved handrail on the stairs that he personally designed.In the steamy bathroom, crystal clear water flowed over the graceful curves of her body, and the exquisite ceramic cup even kissed her petal-like lips.

He suddenly had a crazy idea - what if he never designed works again?

... Then she will definitely kick him out and never talk to him again.

Antonio really can't help it.

In his eyes, a building with a complex structure is just a combination of tens of millions of parts in a three-dimensional space, which is clear and effortless.

But Joey just stood there simply, with a sly smile on his face, as if it was a beam of light that he couldn't get close to no matter how hard he tried.

What else can he do?

"Meow--"

With a soft cry, Ziyawu jumped down from the top of the cabinet without restraint, and directly rubbed into his arms.

Antonio sighed, and resignedly scratched the black cat's chin, and soon heard the familiar purr.

Ziyawu was probably his only consolation.

A red heart-shaped firework suddenly exploded in the distance, scaring Ziyawu into the back of his neck with a meow.

While patting the terrified cat, Antonio stared almost hatefully at the firework used by some kid to confess, until the red sparks disappeared into the sky.

Love heart, shape of heart.So traditional, so vulgar, everyone has such an idea.

He thought of the presents he had given Joey.

As expected, Joey didn't discover any of the secrets inside.

Probably never will be found out.

After the fireworks passed, Ziyawu poked his head out again, lifted his little pink nose into the air and sniffed, then suddenly slipped out of his embrace as softly as a blanket, and ran briskly outside.

—Ada had just served out steaming hash browns, pigeon stew, and roast leg of lamb, alongside cubes of La Mancha cheese, cold soup, and slices of bread.

"Oh, Ziyawu, you bad boy! Didn't you say that you are not allowed to eat on the table!"

"Good cat, go over there, I'll pour you goat's milk..."

It was only then that Antonio remembered that Joey seemed to have said that they would go to Montjuic to watch the fireworks together tonight.This is food for a picnic.

A sudden impulse filled his heart.

There will also be grand fireworks tonight, and people will be in a good mood.

On top of that, it's so dark outside at night that people probably can't see the expressions on each other's faces.

He couldn't wait any longer.

He had to come this far—whether she calmly refused, or walked away in a panic, or even slapped him angrily when she felt offended, he accepted it.

There must be an end to all this, so that he can give up.

……

Obviously, Joey and his party were not the only ones who thought of going to Montjuic to watch the fireworks.

From dusk onwards, every tram going up the mountain is packed to the brim.Tin boxes carried people chattering like sardines up the mountain, and then they went down empty, and another box went up.

By the time they reached the hill, the band was already playing happily, and men and women in costumes danced the Catalan-style Saldana dance.

Many people brought flowers, and the cool evening breeze brought a burst of floral, fruity, and tempting aromas of food. The repurposed candles and kerosene lamps flickered indistinctly, like stars scattered on the grass on the hillside. .

The picnic cloth is laid out, and the rich cold dishes are placed. The crystal jelly is trembling, and the grapes and raisins are shining with crystal clear light.

When the tightly sealed jar was opened, steaming steam rushed towards the face, and the craving aroma of stewed meat penetrated directly into people's noses.

"Fireworks! Look at the fireworks!" People yelled excitedly.

The celebratory fireworks started.

One by one, the fireworks exploded in the night sky one after another. The large white and blue fireworks were like a fleeting meteor shower in the night sky, and there were also green fireworks like Christmas trees-this is what has just been said. A novelty custom to Barcelona.

Of course, the most popular red and yellow fireworks are the favorite of Catalans, as if bursts of gorgeous flames burst out of the night sky.

Joy suddenly heard Antonio calling her name from the side.

She turned her head and saw his lips moving, as if he had said something.

"You—say—what—?" Joey yelled back excitedly, "It's too noisy around here! I can't hear you louder!"

Antonio looked helpless and moved closer to her.

Joey hadn't been this happy for a long time. On a whim, he made an extremely exaggerated movement and rushed over, assuming a posture of listening attentively.

Instead, Antonio was stunned for a moment by her action, and then said: "You know, I have already begun to think about the overall design of the Sagrada Familia."

Wow, no.

Although the Sagrada Familia is beautiful and wonderful, does he really want to discuss the design with her while watching the fireworks? !

Oh man.

Joey turned his head "whoosh" and gave him a blank look: "Antonio, I'll give you three sentences to summarize the main content! If you exceed three sentences, I will close my ears."

"..." Antonio shut his mouth all of a sudden.

"Don't say it? Don't say it, I'll go back to watch the fireworks!" Joey laughed.

"Wait." Antonio grabbed her.

Joey tilted his head to look at him.

In the darkness, she couldn't see his face clearly, but she could see his light blue eyes turned into a deep and charming purple under the dark red light of Montjuic Castle at night, with traces of flames beating.

She was a little lost for a moment.

"The Sagrada Familia will have the most beautiful rose window in the world." He said slowly and solemnly, as if reciting a prayer.

"Well! One sentence!" Joey nodded in agreement.

Indeed, almost the soul of this church.

"So, I want to give a metaphor."

"It's the second sentence."

"..."

Antonio paused every word: "Sagrada Familia without rose windows..."

"What's the matter?" Joey suddenly pushed him away, looking in the direction of the city and widening his eyes in horror.

It wasn't just her, there was a scream and exclamation from the hillside.

Antonio turned his head subconsciously.

flare.

Not the fire in the sky, but the fire in the world.

Several flames rose from the row upon row of urban buildings one after another, and the bright orange flames licked the night sky in an instant.

The electric lights had already lit up the city, but under the most primitive power of nature, the lights of the whole city suddenly dimmed, and only the ferocious firelight illuminated the sky.

His arm was suddenly grabbed by a cold hand, and Joey's voice trembled: "Antonio, where are those?"

Antonio's face suddenly changed.

He searched out the memories deep in his mind, recalling the past one by one along the sequence of firelight, his voice getting colder and colder.

"Waterworks."

"The power plant."

"The stables and the railway station."

"...The biggest flame is the barracks on the outskirts of the city."

The author has something to say: Poor Antonio, sigh.

This story tells us that procrastination kills people.

The author Jun accidentally spilled water on the notebook today, and the computer was scrapped...QAQ cried with a headache, and the 2000-word saved manuscript was gone and rewritten...

The data was finally restored, and I had to buy a new computer quickly.O miserable day!

*Quoted from actual sources.

Thanks to the little angel of Shandandan for mine~Thanks to Mr. A and the nutrient solution of lemon essence sparkling water~