“thankyou！ Thank you! ”

Zaha Hadid has walked countless red carpets and experienced countless high-profile scenes in his life.

And each time, this unique female master in the world deserves to be called the center of attention.

In front of millions of computers in China, countless viewers opened the video, always focusing on such a unique 'catwalk'.

First, five black luxury cars stopped, and the driver in a suit and white gloves stepped out first, and the driver respectfully opened the door and made a respectful gesture.

In a neat convoy, one car door was opened, and only the foot of the car in the center stepped out.

Zahadid, wearing sunglasses and a black cape, stepped out.

When she stood in front of the car door, all the attention of the whole venue seemed to be drawn to her as a matter of course.

She held her head high, calmly, and paced!

The sound of footsteps was like a signal, and the reporters crowded on both sides of the red carpet began to press the shutter frantically.

It seems that all angles record the elegance of this female master with an invincible reputation in the world.

It seemed that the air was stagnant, and the tens of millions of viewers in front of the computer were wide-eyed and a little dumb.

These days, after all-round analysis by the media, they already know the meaning of this female master, and they have put this master in their minds as high as possible.

It was peerless and talented.

But until this moment, through the live broadcast of the video, they were shocked to find that the peerless elegance they had envisioned was far from enough.

Is this chocolate-complexed woman a beautiful woman?

Of course not!

But why can she be called a peerless generation?

It was amazing talent and art, it was the crown of top artists on her head, it was an aura from the inside out

After Master Zahadid stepped out, the other four cars followed closely behind.

They were dressed in the most formal suits, and naturally followed Zaha, about three or five paces away from her.

Stepping on this red carpet, the eyes hidden under the sunglasses blinked, and for some reason it seemed a little blurry for a moment.

Scenes began to flood into Zaha's mind, stepping on this red carpet and gradually entering the hotel lobby as if he had walked through the journey of his life.

Hadid's designs have always been known for their bold shapes, and he has been called the 'master of deconstructivism' in the world of architecture. This aura stems mainly from her unique way of creating. Her work may seem mundane, but its bold use of space and geometry reflects the complex nature of urban architecture.

Some say she's crazy, some say she's a heretic, and of course, someone calls her a master builder.

A Zhenzhen picture appears.

'It was the resentment and helplessness of being called a paper designer when I was young'

'That's the sadness of facing excellent works one after another, but not having the chance to be built'

'That's the honor that comes after becoming famous'

'That's a slight smile when he is like a giant, under the countless magnesium lights, and is worshiped by countless people'

'That's it'

'That's it'

I don't know why, walking on such a red carpet that has been walked countless times, the picture of life began to be constantly recalled.

It's late, but it's fleeting.

The last frame is the body of the black child not long ago.

The black boy was about five or six years old, and his chronic malnutrition made him thinner than children of his age, but his head was unusually large relative to his body

However, on such a face, the extraordinarily bright and clean pupils shot straight into Zaha's heart.

After completing the refugee housing programme, Zaha had come to the ghetto again and stood in front of the child again.

She leaned down and stroked the back of the child's head with her palm: "Ipromiseyou, youwillsoonhavouseyourown, I promise you, you will soon have your own house." ”

Zaha said.

“thankyou！ Thank you! ”

She was met with a big smiling face, white teeth bared, and a clean smile without a trace of impurities that seemed to be the warmest sunshine.

"It's the most satisfying I have ever been paid."

Retracting his thoughts, Zaha Hadid was also about to enter the lobby of the hotel, only to see the corners of the master's mouth slightly hooked, and he told himself.

"The Puzzle of My Life"

"Now, only this last piece is missing!"

Zaha raised his head suddenly, his eyes only looking at the hotel lobby, and there was a sharp glance in his eyes.

Zaha Hadid's team was followed by the Huaguo Architectural Design Institute.

This team is much more low-key than the former, but low-key does not mean that it can be taken lightly.

Such a designer with an average age of relatively old age, under the leadership of the old man Ye Lechi, is like a glorious and restrained jade, with its own charm.

They were dressed in a relatively low-key manner, the overall tone of their clothing was light gray, and they wore certain black hats, and they walked solemnly.

Videos and photos were also sent to the mobile phones and computers of millions of Internet users.

"These old men are the national treasures of our country."

Some netizens left a message softly.

"The light of traditional Chinese architecture can appear again in later generations, which makes people cry, but it's a pity that I am not from Guizhou Province and can't vote."

"These old people are restrained and introverted, and they don't seem to be amazing, but the knowledge in their minds can make everyone marvel that their philosophy of life is like the most traditional golden mean in China."

"There's so much to learn from these designers!"

The messages never stopped.

Standing at the end of the red carpet, Ye Lechi paused slightly, but the spirit of his old face was not inferior to that of any young man.

The old man's eyes twinkled.

"Let everyone see!"

"Let everyone see once again what kind of light the treasures that were once submerged in history will bloom!"

Concentrating, Ye Lechi lifted his steps and stepped out firmly.

After the leaf orchestra pit, the daytime studio followed.

Of the three design institutes selected in the last round, any of them had a very high degree of attention and topicality, and were extremely hot.

In the midst of this, the daytime studio is a little hotly discussed among Chinese netizens.

When Sicong Haixu Lao Niu appeared in front of everyone during the day, the entire Huaguo seemed to be a little lively in an instant.

On the Internet, in all the topics related to the selection of the Guizhou Provincial Comprehensive Museum, the messages suddenly appeared a breaking point.

Such a studio is the youngest, such a studio that is not favored

Everything has its two sides, there are daytime studio fans, there must be daytime studio black, and there must be countless people who are crazy looking forward to this rising studio falling into hell.

Now is the best chance to do so!

This level of attention corresponds to such pressure

Not everyone can withstand the pressure of the sea

"Daytime"

"Little Heaven"

In the capital, there are several study offices, and different old guys are obviously a little nervous after seeing the daytime appearance, and they whisper softly: "How can there be a rainbow without wind and rain." ”

"You must carry it!"

"Xiaotian, I believe in you."

In Hangzhou, in a certain villa, a bright light shone in the room, and an old man was silent.

"The fate of my clan is all on you."

Lincheng, an ancient Yi village, all the respectable people in the village have gathered, and in front of them is the computer screen.

The old people were so nervous that they clenched their hands tightly.

The ghost master held the cane in his hand, but his eyes looked crazy, and he roared wildly in his chest.

There was a slight tremor in the arm holding the cane.

"We're going to win!"

There was an equally imperceptible pause at the end of the red carpet during the day, and at that moment, the day's gaze seemed very determined.

ps: Thank you for the injury, who understands the brother's reward! In addition, the readership of this book: 467657589, I'm embarrassed to say it now that only ten people say it!