"Tong'er, your father and I will go back first. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"You're in good hands in the capital."

"The small shop at home, although I can't make a lot of money, but after all, I have watched it for a lifetime, and I plan to open it again when I go back to pick it up."

At the Beijing Railway Station, the old man straightened his son's collar and chattered.

Lao Bai was a few steps away, and it seemed that his anger had not subsided, so he deliberately tilted his head and did not look at the place.

"Don't care about your dad, your dad, you really like Jin'er's girl..."

Speaking of Mu Jin, the old man paused, sighed lightly, and patted his son: "Jin'er is a good girl, it's because you don't have this blessing." ”

"However, you young people's affairs have to be solved by your young people, and our older generation will not add to the chaos."

"It's not too early, we have to stand first, so let's send it here!"

The dove helped carry the luggage and delivered it to the ticket gate.

"Stinky boy, you have these invoices."

was about to line up to the old couple, Father Bai finally turned around, stuffed a few folded tickets into Jue Tong's hand, and said in a deep voice: "I guess you don't lack this money in your hand, since you don't talk about friends with other girls, help you Lao Tzu and I return the money to other girls!" ”

"Let's not take advantage of others!"

instructed, without waiting for Jue Tong to answer, he entered the station without turning his head with his luggage.

Walking out, looking at the flow of people coming and going, Jue Tong first took a long breath, then stretched his waist, looked at the sky in the distance, and the corners of his mouth were lightly raised.

Soon, strides forward.

He didn't explain too much to his parents, he just said that the two were not suitable, he had no feelings for her, and he was the one who lost the girl......

"Old Yang, long time no see!"

"Yes, I only returned to China a few days ago, no, I called you as soon as possible."

"I'm sorry, I delayed for a month longer than expected, and I kept you waiting!"

"Okay, I haven't had anything to do lately, I'll listen to your arrangement."

In the bachelor apartment, Hengtong sat at her desk, making a phone call, and her voice was very loud.

"Dream Remodeler" large-scale home renovation program, by the designer to accept the transformation of ordinary families in the form of the overall renovation of the old house.

Each episode of the program has a family that has been auditioned to be selected, and each family is very distinctive, representing and reflecting a part of the population.

The specific family story will revolve around the protagonist's background, living troubles, and longing for the dream home.

At present, the show has reached its third season, and the program team plans to use Jue Tong as the host designer to create the final finale of this season!

"Then I'll wait, hopefully it's an interesting family."

With some expectation in her tone, she nodded.

I hung up the phone and browsed a few pages at random.

But at this moment, the mobile phone on the table rang again!

Pick it up and take a look, hey, it's still Lao Yang, connect the phone.

"I said Tong'er, you're not right, such a big happy event, you still hide it from your buddy."

"If I hadn't just happened to hear a few colleagues discussing, I wouldn't have known!"

"Turn back and treat, treat, you have to come back to blood!"

"I've heard that you're the youngest designer to be rated in the country!"

Before Jutong could speak, Lao Yang's slightly excited words kept coming, with joy in his tone.

For a while, Jue Tong didn't react, a little confused.

Immediately after, his heart suddenly hanged, and his tone trembled a little:

"Old Yang, you.. What did you say? ”

"Wait!"

"What time is it?"

"Number one? July 1st? ”

Getting the expected answer, Jue Tong swallowed nervously.

The International Union of Architects (IAU) and art associations update the list of artists on the first day of every month!

"I said Tong'er!"

"Do you really not know, or do you not know?"

"Your heart is too big for you!"

"This matter has spread all the news in the industry!"

Lao Yang's tone was even more surprised, and he said loudly: "Take a look, you, this news is really timely!" ”

"When we go back, when our program team does publicity, we still have to borrow a wave of east wind from you!"

Hung up the phone again and swallowed again.

The right hand touched the mouse with some trembling, and the left hand typed out a few letters on the keyboard, followed by enter.

The homepage of the International Union of Architects is opened.

The homepage features the latest projects of masters from all over the world, including the Glass Mirror Pyramid of the Dove Tree.

Usually, Jue Tong will carefully ponder and think about every plan, but this time I can't stand it.

Click on the rating page.

First of all, there is the introduction of palace-level architects, and the ones who can be introduced are all masters who have passed away.

In this era, there is no living master who has been able to take the last step, and Master Williams is the closest, but he has failed in the end.

Behind the hall level is the hall and the number of designers at the hall level is not much, but it is not small.

At present, there are more than 60 people alive, and many of them are familiar with the name.

Such as Master Clayson, Master Mario, Master Williams...

These masters, even in the ranking of the hall and the room, are also extremely high.

Quickly swept over the list, the mouse slid quickly, and it only took a blink of an eye to arrive, the first time to enter the palace.

Among international artists, the first entry into the palace is a mainstay, and the average age is about 50 years old.

These people are truly active in the world's various fields of art, and they are not like the higher masters, who may not have a work for many years...

Projects such as the expansion of the Louvre, which have attracted more than a dozen masters, have not been seen several times in a century.

In the eight art genres of architecture, sculpture, painting, music, literature, dance, comedy, and film, it is almost the limit that ordinary people can reach when they first enter the palace.

Scrolling your fingers start slowly, staring intently at the screen.

The glass pyramid is one of the most classic buildings in the past hundred years, and he is wondering if it is possible for him to soar into the sky, directly rush to the palace, and directly complete the road that many people can take decades to complete!

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that it was possible.

Why not?

I've defeated many of the masters who have come to the fore!

Slowed his breathing, his brow furrowed and tightened.

One name after another, many of them are a little unclear even if they are dove trees, and they may be reputable designers in a certain country.

Seeing these people, a trace of disdain even rose in Juetong's heart.

The starting point is too high, who can maintain a normal heart?

"Nope."

"Nope."

"Nope..."

In the list of nearly two hundred people, Jue Tong did not find his name.

She felt a little uncomfortable, felt discriminated against, and had no initial expectations.

Then he thought that even if he was not in the palace for the first time, he should be at the forefront of the up-and-coming.

It's the glass pyramid of the Louvre, a great work that can take the masters of the upper class one step further!

Huang Tong still thought so.

But after sweeping through the entire up-and-coming rating list, nearly 800 outstanding designers from all over the world, Jue Tong finally found his name at the end of the list.

"Name: Tung Tree. White"

"Continent: Asia"

"Nationality: Chinese"

"Masterpiece: The Glass Pyramid of the Louvre"

Next to the brief introduction, is a photo of his avatar.

Young is terrible, in the list before him, thirty or forty years old belongs to the young man, fifty or sixty years old is middle-aged strong, seventy or eighty years old to reach the peak...

This list was the goal he had dreamed of, but at this time, Jue Tong only felt that he was being poured with a basin of cold water.

There was no joy, just frowning and looking.

In the room, Jue Tong sat alone, very quiet, and gradually he fell from anger to deep thought.

He thought a lot, he thought of Master Miller, he thought of Master Williams...

Sitting from day to night, she finally came back to her senses, but she was no longer frivolous or disdainful, and the rising swelling weakened at the fastest speed...

Jutong was a little lucky, glad that he was the last one to emerge!

He understood that this was what the predecessors of the Architectural Association were teaching him that a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

is telling him that he must not think about ascending to the sky in one step, and he must not do that injury Zhongyong!

Jue Tong stood up, walked to the window, looked out the window, and was in a calm mood, after a baptism.

There is no frustration, no joy, only the pride of wanting to keep climbing!

Once, he was just a nobody, eager to make a name for himself in the world, and the palace level could only be a good idea in his heart, without that kind of talent, and without that kind of opportunity, he didn't dare to talk to others, for fear of being ridiculed.

But now, there is only one goal, to enter the palace and talk to Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and Picasso!