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The Mexican looked at Si Fan in surprise, but did not expect such a young man to design such a splendid and magnificent community. The design level of this community can be said to be top in his eyes.

Don't look at Si Fan who almost all borrowed foreign ideas, but it is not a big copy in the entire world! The so-called various styles are a complex of various eras of architectural art.

Standing in the forest of the world, all kinds of inspirations are fused into the system system, among which are uniquely mapped on these buildings with a strong religious color. It was a glorious era, a powerful force brought by the Renaissance, and the most glorious period of human European history.

As a Mexican, looking at the buildings in Europe's most glorious period has an instinctive worship, at this time seeing these buildings is already intoxicating.

But I do n’t know that the picture that shocked him has just begun! When it seemed as if he had visited the historical traces of the most powerful era of a powerful country, as if in the Middle Ages of the Renaissance in Europe, he suddenly realized that a huge palace had appeared in front of him.

This so-called huge is not a high-rise building, not the tallest tower in the world, but a clubhouse, a very delicate clubhouse. Looking at the mysterious carvings on it, he has cast his feet on the five bodies admired by the designer Si Fan.

This building alone has surpassed his perception.

Don't look at his trendy body, with tattoos on his face, but he still feels aloof from the heights of the mainstream society. Looking at this luxurious palace-like building in front of him, he can't even bear to step on his feet. Going up, there was no dust at all on the delicate carpet, and all the furnishings made him look filthy, and lowered his head to walk behind Si Fan.

It was really a little dare to enter: "Sir, what is the palace of the royal family and nobles? Can I really go in?"

He was still cautious and uneasy. If it is modern buildings, he dare to consume even a few-star hotel, but here is different, as if entering a royal palace.

It felt like a big mountain was pressing on him.

The people inside are very elegant, or unbridled, but when you really enter this palace-like palace, it is inevitable that you will be nervous.

Si Fan pointed to the front: "This is just a clubhouse, the supporting clubhouse in this neighborhood."

He took two people into the palace.

Si Fan is a designer and has long been familiar with it. The old sheep egg uncle is too luxurious. I have never been to it. Now it is as if Liu Ye entered the Grand View Garden. There are endless views.

But that's all. His aesthetics of beauty is limited to this. He can't understand the charm that is strange in his eyes, as if the abstract paintings hanging on the wall can't understand what it is.

In his opinion, the old hen in front of the house painted better than this.

In fact, in the view of Si Fan, this is also like something drawn by a mentally ill patient, but the artistic value of others is so high that the financial resources of ordinary people cannot accept even one of them.

For example, Mexicans around me. He saw a lot of paintings or sculptures standing beside him in awe.

But he dared not approach. There are always some eccentric people looking at these artworks with admiring eyes nearby.

As soon as he passed, he would stare at him with a savage look, as if to eat it at any time.

"Why are these people? Isn't it some painting that everyone can see? It seems to be more careful than the museums in the city." The old sheep egg uncle said scornfully.

Finally, someone couldn't help it.

"Uncle, I said you do n’t want to ruin any of the paintings here. Otherwise you ca n’t afford to lose everything. It ’s awful, Jiangcheng Museum is not as good as everything here. Anything is valuable. This is the world's top art. "He said carefully. Then continue to go back.

This guy is a young painter of about thirty. It seems to be specializing in oil painting, just watching these paintings quietly, and then painting like this in the void in the hand.

The Mexican finally caught the old uncle.

"Uncle! Don't break anything here, I don't think it's you, even if I lose my home, I can't afford it!" He was born with a bit of care here.

May be related to the environment in which he grew up.

It is also possible that almost everyone entered such a magnificent place for the first time. Feelings that come up when you meet that kind of person.

It was a feeling of pilgrimage. At this time, Si Fan estimated that he would not refuse to ask anything.

A group of three people slowly passed the corridor, and then passed the art exhibition hall. This club has given these artists new tricks, and there are also seven repair classrooms.

These are all made by them, and everyone has their own expertise. The seven repaired classrooms they produced are estimated to be the highest in the country. They are teachers and students themselves.

Cultivate your heart and soul every day, and achieve three treatments and seven cultivations!

The so-called seven cultivations are moral cultivation, meditation cultivation, food cultivation, book cultivation, flower cultivation, music cultivation, and incense cultivation!

Completely immersed in a very quiet state, using a mysterious way to make people feel close to epiphany, let these artists come out of inspiration at any time.

Maybe a great piece of work or poetry and poetry ~ www.readwn.com ~ or Shizhenqi sculpture will be created.

This is what those artists are after. And the seven repair classrooms in this clubhouse are completely immersed in them. The magnificent palace makes their minds broader and their works more magnificent.

Si Fan saw a middle-aged man in the Mediterranean scratching his head while listening to music and listening quietly. There was a staff and a voice recorder in front of him, to record his inspiration at any time.

"Is this man having a seizure? Why is he pumping !?" The old sheep egg saw what patient was in the Lexiu classroom and pulled Si Fan.

After looking back, Si Fan was happy! That was a burst of inspiration, maybe there would be any good song. As a result, the old sheep egg said that people had epilepsy.

He hurriedly lowered his voice and said to the old uncle, "Uncle Lao Qin, they are big composers, and the favorite Chinese song of the leech is the one written by them!"

Suddenly the old sheep egg worshiped with a look of face: "The song was originally written by him. It was so heroic. I thought the author was a Mongolian steppe man wearing a braid and wearing a sheepskin jacket!"