A light rain began to begin to fall in the sky. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Chinatown, a community with a large Chinese population.

'Knock knock knock.. Knock knock...'

The door was opened, and an old woman looked at the strange young man in front of the door, with a cautious expression:

"Who are you looking for?"

"Hello, excuse me, I'm traveling from China to Paris..."The young man was wearing an overcoat, and he seemed to be hiding something in his arms, and it didn't rain when he went out, and his body was drenched right now.

"I'm sorry, it's inconvenient at home."

Before the young man had finished speaking, the woman's eyes froze, thinking that she had come to spend the night, and she swept over the bulging place on the young man's chest, and opened her mouth as she prepared to close the door.

Seeing that the door of the room was about to close, the young man hurriedly blocked it with his hand, and hurriedly took out a leaflet-like paper from his coat and handed it through the crack in the door:

"Please support the designer of the dove tree!"

I don't know if the woman heard what he said, but she heard a 'bang' and the door was shut.

The Chinese make up a very large proportion of the city in Paris, but it is well known that the Chinese are not very interested in this kind of activity, which requires the participation of the full name.

Not to mention the vote for the Louvre project, even the presidential selection may not attract much attention from them.

Looking at the tightly closed door, the young man was stunned, and covered his trench coat tightly, the only thing he did on his body was probably the leaflets in his arms.

Taking a deep breath, he felt that the weather was a little cold, shrunk his head, and walked towards the next house.

As he left, his palms, which had been caught by the door, were still trembling slightly.

"Hello sir, may I delay you for a few minutes?"

On the other side, the Banxia girl was also drenched, the water droplets were dripping from her hair, and the delicate girl became a soup chicken, which made people feel distressed to watch.

The door was opened by a middle-aged man in his fifties, slightly bald and fat.

When he saw Banxia, his attitude was very gentle: "Well, you say." ”

"Do you want to get a towel to wipe it first, it's easy to catch a cold if it's wet."

The middle-aged man followed up and said again.

"No, no, thank you!" The Banxia girl waved her hand again and again, she took out a leaflet from the bag on her chest and handed it over: "This is one of the candidate designers for the Grand Louvre Project, and it is our young designer from China." ”

"He's very good, but it's not easy."

Banxia seemed to be very bad at communicating with strangers, her little face looked a little nervous, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she spoke very quickly: "Now, this compatriot of ours is suffering from unfair treatment. ”

"I hope you can get to know him, and if you think he's really good, please support him!"

"If you have time, you can search for "Dream Remodeler" on the Internet, this show shows the most real dove tree!"

On the leaflet is a photo of the dove tree, and the person in the photo is not shining, just the way the dove is sitting on the ground casually.

Next to the photo is the scheme of the glass pyramid with some brief descriptions.

This passage seems to have been memorized for a long time, and after this brain was finished, the Banxia girl blinked and looked nervously at the middle-aged man in front of her with big eyes.

"Girl, who are you this young man?"

The chubby middle-aged uncle was smiling the whole time, and after listening to it, he teased half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Is it your little boyfriend?" ”

"Haha!"

"Alright, alright, don't worry, girl."

Seeing that Banxia's face was as swollen as an apple, the uncle waved his hand and replied.

"Girl, wait a minute, I'll come into the house and get you an umbrella."

"Uncle, I, although I'm old, my cute and beautiful heart hasn't grown old..."

Holding a riotous patterned umbrella, the Banxia girl wiped the rain from her forehead, walked a few steps, and suddenly turned back.

She saw that the uncle was still looking at her with a smile, and suddenly plucked up her courage and said loudly: "Uncle, I am his admirer!" ”

Continuing to the next house, two people braved the rain, knocking on the door one by one, handing out leaflets...

It was getting late, and the rain in Paris was getting heavier and heavier.

In the suburbs, a group of five or six people is walking out of a model factory.

Among them, four people walked behind, they held umbrellas but did not block themselves, but they protected the machine in their hands tightly.

Seven or eight paces away from the four people, two people were one in front of the other.

I saw that the person in front of me was hurrying and hurrying with his head stuffy.

"I said Tong'er, let's do it today, this is the fifth, it's not early!"

"This rain is getting heavier and heavier, in case you break your body, it's really over!"

The one behind him, who trotted slightly to follow, clung to his throat in the wind and rain, and shouted:

After finishing speaking, he saw that his words did not affect the slightest, and the young man who was called Tong'er by him did not pause for half a minute.

"Let's go!"

"Let's keep up!"

He stopped, looked at the young man's back and paused, then frowned, turned to look at the boys behind him, and shouted through gritted teeth.

There was a flash of light, and I could see the appearance of the team for a moment.

The young man at the head is tall and thin, with a pale face, followed by a man with a goatee and a pigtail, and the four people behind him are guarding the camera...

"There are only two full days left after today."

The young man who hurried to the road had a calm face, and his heart was full of calculations: "My only chance now is to show the glass pyramid on Napoleon's Square." ”

"This is the only way to truly break through all words..."

"to show its true charm..."

The biggest fatal point of Jue Tong's design plan is that it only remains on paper, and he only took out drawings for two consecutive selections.

As the people in Paris said, no matter how good you paint, it only proves that it looks good on paper, not that it is worthy of being built.

In other words, you can't let everyone intuitively appreciate its beauty!

If we just want to paint, then we can just invite the painter and they can do it better!

So he worked hard for dozens of hours in a row, drawing thousands of construction drawings and data maps, hoping to find a model making factory.

These structures were produced in the form of models and finally put together like puzzles in Place Napoleon.

But...

As if they had been warned by some people, the factories saw them as if they had seen a plague god, and as soon as they entered the door, they were impatient to drive them out.

The group sat in the van, and the driver was ready to drive on to the next model-making project.

They have visited all the factories in the city of Paris, and even in the surrounding suburbs, and are now ready to run even further.

"Is there no hope?"

In the car, Jue Tong's vision fluctuated a little, he covered his head, and thought desperately: "It should take two days for these buildings to be produced, plus splicing..."

"Haha..."

"What do I want to do, I can't even find a factory willing to take on, what do I want to do, what do I want to do..."

He didn't want to think about it, but unspeakable despair was constantly encroaching on hope and enveloping him.

Jutong is struggling, and as he once promised, he won't give up.

In the van, the atmosphere was very dull, the mustachioed director took a towel to wipe the water droplets on his body, looked at Hengtong several times and stopped, after a while, he took a bag of bread and handed it over with a towel:

"Tong'er, wipe your body, and eat something to cushion..."

China, the program was broadcast that night, and the topic was: "Hope under the wind and rain, hard to find, hard to find." ”

Young little couple, watched.

They were silent, moved...

The students in the dormitory, I watched.

They're secretly drumming up, longing...

The middle-aged man who got off work watched it.

They respect that Jingtong is a man, and they are afraid of being tired, so they also sit up straight and watch the show solemnly.

This night, it also rained lightly in the capital.

In the bachelor apartment, the atmosphere was somewhat silent.

Father Bai suddenly frowned, and his expression showed some discomfort.

"It's raining."

Bai Mu immediately sensed the change in her wife, looked out the window, and said in a deep voice.

Then, Bai Mu stood up and walked behind Bai Father, one hand gently pressed his wife's shoulder, and the other hand held his arm and turned gently...

"Uncle, what's going on."

Seeing this, Mu Jin quickly stood up, walked quickly to him, and showed a worried look: "I'll come, aunt, you rest.."

"Jin'er, sit down."

Unexpectedly, Bai Mu only waved her hand and said seriously: "This is an old illness, and when it comes to a light rainy day, my shoulder hurts." ”

"This old man.."

"I have to press it to slow down, others press it, it's useless!"

Bai Mu said, her expression was extraordinarily calm, and there was a warmth and emotion accumulated over the years.

When Mu Jin heard this, he was suddenly stunned, looking at this ordinary old man who could no longer be ordinary, and was a little moved.

But this emotion only made a bend in her heart, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

She looked at the two old men with some disgust behind her back.

You must know that if it weren't for the fact that Jue Tong became famous, even if she didn't break up with Jue Tong and the two really got married, she wouldn't have been able to give such an ordinary old man a good look.

She raised her head and looked at the TV, the picture that kept shaking in the wind and rain, she saw the embarrassment and persistence of the dove tree...

She suddenly laughed, and she was very indifferent in her heart, calculating the benefits that such a move by Jue Tong could bring, and how many people would be sought after after returning to China...