"They're coming!"

It was dark, but Bai Jingtong and his companions had not yet left the Benilang headland, and they looked from afar from time to time as if they were waiting for something. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As it approached eight o'clock, a large crowd approached, and Zuo Chao whispered.

She had heard that the natives of Sydney City would come in tonight to hold their party, so she came here.

Everyone stood up and looked at the comer.

I saw about thirty natives approaching, with black skin and slightly curly hair.

The light was dim, and when the natives came closer, they could see more clearly by the moonlight.

The indigenous people, who are mostly men, stripped of the clothes that 'civilized people' should wear, are shirtless and leather-wrapped, and have mysterious patterns on their bodies.

The women, on the other hand, wore dark dresses with white patterns on their bare arms and faces.

They stopped in the clearing and lit a bonfire.

The scorching fire was reflected red on people's faces.

"Let's go over and see."

Bai Jingtong whispered, and his footsteps were already approaching.

Behind him, Su Mu and Qian couldn't help but hesitate when they saw such a scene, and they could see that they were going to Jingtong and soon followed.

As soon as they were about to get closer, the natives spotted the people of the Tung Tree, and their expressions suddenly showed vigilance.

"Excuse me, I'm from China in the East."

She paused and looked respectful: "I've heard that the Australian Aboriginal culture is the oldest in the world and has been vibrant to this day. ”

"I yearn for it, I adore it, I want to know more..."

The slight compliment of the dove tree apparently aroused great goodwill among the natives.

These natives clearly want to be respected by outsiders rather than treated like monkeys.

"Hello."

"You're welcome to join us."

In the crowd, an elderly man walked out to greet him, but this was the same old man he met when he first arrived in Sydney.

The old man apparently recognized the young man in front of him as well, and pulled him into the group with a good-natured smile.

This old man was very prestigious, and as soon as he moved, the rest of the indigenous youths behind him also showed bright smiles on their faces, and they dragged Su Mu and the others into the campfire.

Leisurely and loud songs sounded from the mouths of the natives, constantly reverberating in this side of the world.

Although I couldn't understand the lyrics, the stirring tone was touching.

The flames of the bonfire seem to dance in the sea breeze, and the atmosphere among the crowd suddenly rises.

The people pulled up the dove tree, and the natives began to sing and dance around the bonfire.

The man is the protagonist of the ceremony, and the woman keeps slapping her hips, shaking her head and shaking her hair, and muttering words in her mouth.

The moon and stars are rare and beautiful in the sky, and under the sky, the ancient people are having a gathering that has been passed down since thousands of years ago.

He was dragged and swayed by an indigenous girl, a big smile on his face, and he could hear his heart beating vigorously.

He grinned, laughing.

The fire in his eyes jumped, and he personally participated in this ancient gathering.

'Bang! ’

At this moment, the long-stored inspiration in my heart seemed to erupt like a volcano.

Jue Tong's whole person had a synapse, first suddenly, and then said with a bright smile:

"It's coming!"

"It's not too late, it's just the right time!"

After a long time, the bonfire burned out, and the lively party ended.

"We call this place Tubowgule."

The old man with great prestige said to the company: "It is a place where fresh water and sea water blend, it is the water of wisdom, and it is our holy place. ”

The old man's face showed vicissitudes: "However, it should not belong to us soon." ”

The indigenous elders have also paid attention to the recent media reports and know that the groundbreaking of this place has not long been completed.

"Nope."

"I believe that this will always be your holy place, and it will become a holy place for all people in the whole city of Sydney and the whole of Australia." ”

"Thank you."

The old man glanced at Bai Juetong, but only regarded him as comforting.

How could those white lords care about their disappearing natives?

"Elder, when the time comes, will you pay attention to the news of the competition of the Sydney Design Institute?"

"Of course, this is always our holy place!"

"That's good, you must not forget it then, maybe a miracle will happen..."

With a smile that the natives didn't quite understand, she waved goodbye to them.

"Let's go!"

With a radiant look on his face, Jue Tong shouted loudly to Su Mu and the others.

The voice fell, turned around and strode forward!

Su Mu, Qianhe, and Zuo Chao all looked at each other and noticed the change.

"If you don't hurry up, it's too late."

Far away, Jue Tong shouted loudly again.

Listening, everyone's eyes suddenly widened and their faces showed ecstasy.

'Boom! ’

The car's engine roared and sped away.

If it can be paired with BGM, the music at this time must be passionate!

In a spacious studio of the Westin Hotel, Jue Tong issued tasks to everyone, and they dispersed to be busy under the order.

In another world, the Sydney Opera House is already a classic, and this world will be integrated into the ancient culture of the local area on the basis of the original.

This is a collaboration between masters across time and space!

The Benilang headland is a sacred place for indigenous people to meet and other activities, so there is such an area reserved for them in the square in front of the opera house, and this will belong to the ancient heritage!

Su Mu, Qianhe, Guangbai, Zuo Chao, and Chen Lin were assigned the task of extracting elements from the traditional stone murals, music and other arts of the indigenous people for secondary design.

This is when the books previously read and studied come into play.

Banxia is not idle, after all, time is really running out, and the production of renderings is impossible to make in time anyway.

She used a pen to sketch a rough sample of the Sydney Opera House, and described the key points and elements to her, so that Banxia could create a watercolor painting based on this.

No details are required, only the relationship between the volume and the block, the relationship between the building and the plot, and the relationship between the building and nature are required!

Everything was laid out, and he went to another smaller studio.

Drawings, rulers, pencils, needle pens...

He will use the most traditional tools to complete the performance of the plan, and every stroke is extremely accurate!

These days, all the scrutiny and details have been surging in my mind countless times, just waiting for this moment to come in handy.

There were forty-eight hours left, and everyone was racing against the clock.

In the hotel, Bai Juetong's group began to go crazy and began to retreat, all contact with the outside world was cut off, and all inconsequential things were compressed in the shortest possible time.

At this time, the outside world is at its climax.

The two masters of modernism arrived, as did Masson, the president of the American Architects Chapter.

Six world-class masters gathered, talked from time to time, and competed from time to time.

The plan of the three heavenly pride sons was officially submitted to the organizing committee.

The eyes of the design circle all over the world began to focus!