Half a month has passed in Barcelona, and the construction of the China Pavilion has been going on for more than a week. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Bai Juetong wears a white hard hat on his head, and he does not dislike it, but only sits on a stone next to the construction site casually.

His brow furrowed slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

It was only during this time that she finally came to realize the influence of the classical genre in Barcelona, which was far more deeply rooted in the hearts of every Barcelona resident than it had been in Paris.

Despite its rich history and strong influence on classical traditions, Paris is also a cosmopolitan city and the capital of a country.

In Paris, the city's horizons are very broad, and their minds are relatively receptive to new things.

Barcelona is a different story, with its inhabitants proud of the modernists of the United States and the East, who are more or less contemptuous even when it comes to places outside of Catalonia.

Barcelona in this world also calls itself a temple of artists, and the great masters Picasso and Miró have left many posthumous works here.

Born and raised in the city, the nurturing of the masters of various classical genres is highly sought after.

England, France, Germany, Italy...

During the construction of the national pavilions of the countries where the classical genre originated, Barcelona residents often observed, waited, and took pictures...

They looked expectant, their faces excited.

From time to time, domestic magazines and newspapers publish the progress of national pavilions corresponding to classical genres, and the sales of newspapers and periodicals with such content are often very high.

There are critics and designers who express their opinions and praises for the classical national pavilions, which are the favorite of the residents of Barcelona and the whole of Spain and Europe.

Bai Juetong seems to have finally realized that when he first arrived, Adrian. Smith had a worried look on his face.

He was still careless before, but now he finally realized that he was still thinking too shallowly.

Unlike the United States and Canada, this is Europe, the birthplace of various classical schools in the West, and classical elements have been nourished in this land for thousands of years.

In contrast to the high level of attention paid to the national pavilions of Western countries, whether it is the construction of the Chinese national pavilion here or the construction of the American pavilion not far away, the two national pavilions are completely unpopular.

From the arrival of the team in Barcelona to the start of the construction of the project, it did not cause the slightest wave in Barcelona, and was almost completely ignored, as if these two national pavilions belonged to the only superpower in the world!

"Gotta do something."

"Otherwise, you're going to have to hit the streets."

With grass in his mouth, his eyes rolled slightly, and he only heard Bai Jingtong muttering to himself.

"White Designer!"

"White Designer!"

Just as he was thinking about his idea, a voice came from the direction of the American Pavilion in the distance. Smith trotted over with a couple of newspapers in his hand.

"What's wrong, Smith?"

Jutong raised her eyebrows and asked.

"The presiding designer of the British Pavilion and the master of romanticism, Ragnar. Mr. Osterberg; The presiding designer of the French Pavilion, the master of classicism, Mr. Mario, and the master of the Swedish Pavilion, Mr. Salvador. Mr. Dalí arrived in Barcelona on an appointment. ”

Smith handed the newspaper to Jutong, took a few quick breaths, and then said in a row.

Jue Tong took the newspaper, only roughly glanced at the headlines of each newspaper, and his face couldn't help but show dumbness.

Romanticism, classicism, Baroque architecture arrives in Barcelona! 》

"The Palace of Artists, Barcelona is recognized as the most perfect city in the international architectural world"

Welcome to Ragnar, the great master of Romanticism. Mr. Osterberg

......

The largest page on the front page of each newspaper is a big headline expressing the welcome and advocacy of the three masters of the classical genre!

"Wow!"

"Why wasn't anyone welcoming buddy when he arrived in Barcelona?"

She frowned, then put down the newspaper and looked at Adrian. Smith teased again: "Smith, did you have a newspaper report when you came?" ”

Adrian. Smith's face turned red when he heard this, he scratched his head, looked at Bai Hengtong respectfully, and said seriously:

"If Designer Bai arrives in any city in the United States, he will be greeted with a greater grandeur than this."

Jue Tong listened and said with a smile: "Hey, not bad young man, you can speak, what you say is really comfortable to listen to." ”

"But what are these three masters here for?"

Jutong paused, and Zhengse asked again.

"It is said that I was invited by the Barcelona high society to inspect the progress and results of the construction of the National Pavilion."

Adrian. Smith replied.

"No wonder."

"So the report says that tonight will be held at the Güell family. Welcome party for the three masters of Osterberg. ”

Jutong pondered in her heart, and then looked up at Adrian. Smith, his eyes condensed in an instant, and the essence flashed away, only to hear him ask:

"Can I get an invitation to the reception?"

Adrian was stunned.

Tonight's cocktail party is obviously the pursuit of the classical masters of the classical genre by the rich and noble people of Barcelona's high society, and wouldn't it be tantamount to embarrassing themselves if they go?

"Of course!"

Adrian. Smith thought so, but he didn't pause, and immediately responded: "With our status, no party in the world will turn us away." ”

"It's just..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the words changed abruptly, and Adrian was a little speechless.

"That'll do."

I saw Jue Tong spit out the grass in one bite, stood up from the stone, and slapped the dust on his buttocks with his two big hands carelessly.

The corners of his mouth curled, and he stood in front of Adrian, smiling, "Accompany me to the drinking party tonight." ”

"Come pick me up when it's time."

"That's it!"

Without giving Adrian a chance to refuse, he strode towards the Chinese Pavilion surrounded by a four-meter high brick wall.

Adrian. Smith blinked at the distant back, and for some reason, a picture of himself and Bai Juetong after meeting in Sydney suddenly appeared in his head.

In front of the Sydney Jury Building, in the casino, in the old neighborhood of the Church of Light...

It's the Sydney Opera House inside the art gallery, it's a lecture in Chicago...

Frame after frame flew by, Adrian. The apprehension in Smith's heart suddenly dissipated, and a smile appeared on his face.

On the other side, the distant Bai Hengtong began to think about the three masters of the classical genre who arrived.

The ancestor said well, knowing oneself and knowing that the other side can not be defeated in a hundred battles.

"Master Mario."

Jue Tong said lightly, with a smile in his eyes.

This is the true master who cast a crucial vote for him in the Grand Louvre project.

"Ragnar. Master Osterberg. ”

In my mind, I went back to the information of Master Mario, and I began to ponder this great master of romanticism.

Jutong's face was slightly solemn: "The representative work is the Stockholm City Hall." ”

"On both sides of the building, a tower, in contrast to the podium that spreads out along the water, with highly decorative longitudinal windows, makes the whole building look like a ship in transit, magnificent."

"It is still the most important jewel of Swedish architecture."

"He himself is also known as the 'geek' of Romantic architecture."

"This is a very profound master."

Jue Tong commented on it.

"El Salvador. Dalí, painter and architect..."