No matter how poor the citizens of a peaceful country are, they will be the envy of refugees in the midst of war.

As the saying goes, 'I'd rather be a peace dog, don't be chaotic and leave people.' That's pretty much it.

"What they need most is a sense of security."

Zahadid and some assistants were shuttling through the refugee area, her eyes retracted from a mother and son, and she whispered:

"What they need more than food is a sense of security, and only a home can provide a sense of security."

There are many volunteers shuttling through the dilapidated tents, and many volunteers are busy in an orderly manner.

Maybe it's low self-esteem, maybe it's fear, but everyone can find that when these 'brightly dressed' outsiders enter the refugee area and approach the refugees, the refugees always bow their heads as if they were nothing

"They need dignity."

Zaha was wearing a coat and leading the team, the speed of his steps was not fast, and each of them looked solemn with a solemn expression, very carefully observing every person who had fled.

From these people, touches and perceptions are born.

The group was silent, and suddenly, Zaha stopped, and in front of her was a black child about five or six years old.

There was dust on his face, his body was terrifyingly thin, and his head was unusually large compared to his body.

However, the child had a pair of extraordinarily bright eyes, and Zaha leaned down slightly to meet the child's eye, then stretched out his palm and stroked the latter's head with pity, and asked in English:

“whatyouneed，inadditionfood？ What you need, except food. ”

Behind Zaha was a group of men and women, dressed in black suits and white shirts. They held the paper clip in their hands, pinched the pen and kept recording something.

"Mymotheanthaveourownhouse and my mom and I want to have our own house!"

The child was holding the tattered clothes in his hands, and looked at such a group of elites with full of aura with some timidity, as if he had done a lot of courage, and after a while, the child took a long breath and shouted loudly.

The crisp childish voice resounded among the designers, instantly destroying the softest line of defense in the hearts of all of them.

For these victims, a house is more than just a place to live. It is a kind of sustenance, a home that can bring a sense of security and dignity! ’

Zaha stroked the black child's head with one hand as he listened to the crisp words.

The black boy was very thin, but he tried to hold his head high and shouted loudly.

Near the children, there were also many other refugees, whose bodies trembled suddenly, and their eyes poked slightly, and some of them had red circles in their eyes.

A reporter from Germany captured such a scene.

No one knows what such a photo will represent.

It appeals to the people of the world for peace and rejects war. Its historic status is like the little girl who escaped naked after being harmed by the war during World War II

It's just that compared to it, this photo is more humane.

At that time, the world-renowned design master who had fallen, promoted the peace and development of the world, and brought dignity to the refugees, Master Zahadid gently touched the black children, bringing dignity to countless refugees, and she was admired by countless people!

The British "Sun" and "The Times", France's "Le Monde", Germany's "Bild", and the United States' "New York Times" have all published this photo.

The photo has a bright red caption: "MymotheantHaveourOwnhouse My mom and I want to have our own house!" ”

"Ipromiseyouwillhave I promise, you will."

Zaha made a serious promise, then stood up and strode towards the makeshift studio.

The brownish-yellow hair was blown to the back of his head and swayed in the wind.

No one knew that this female giant had not had a good rest for several months from participating in the project of the Chinese Museum to accepting the invitation of the German Chancellor.

For months, it has been running like a taut clockwork.

"She changed the world!"

General Director of the Housing Project for the Victims - Zaha Hadid, Deputy Director of the Housing Project for the Victims Alejandro Alavena.

Huaguo, Guizhou Province, Lincheng.

In addition to the many designers of the Muller Design Institute, none of the designers of the White Studio and the Huaguo Architectural Design Institute knew that their biggest opponent was running thousands of miles away at the moment.

"Hey, guys."

In the studio of the Muller Design Institute, he saw Jimmy Saari looking very handsome in gray and neat overalls, he called all the members in front of him, and said loudly: "Ms. Zahadid has entrusted us with many details of the design. ”

"This is a chance for our team! Another chance to make a name for yourself in the world! ”

Jimmy raised his right hand to his chest and said in a loud voice, "Guys, we can't let Ms. Zahahadid down. ”

"Now I'm going to assign the detailed design direction that Ms. Zaha left behind."

Seeing the enthusiastic appearance of his companions, Zaha held a bunch of Wen Jiàn clips in his hand and said.

"Hey, it's yours! Related to the design of indoor visitor rest seats! ”

"It's yours, man. Even if it is a place that ordinary tourists can't see, we will do our best. ”

"It's Yours"

"I'll leave the bathroom to you!"

Each document was handed over to a designer, and after all the distribution was completed, everyone dispersed.

The power of the elite team's outburst should not be underestimated.

"We still have a lot of work left, it's heavy!"

In another spacious room, Ye Lechi rolled up his sleeves, but his elderly face looked extraordinarily energetic, and his eyes were bright.

The old man's expression was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "The traditional architecture of China is broad and profound, and what we need to do this time is that even if it is a beast on the eaves, or where it is the lines on the window sash, it must be completely in accordance with the ancient planning system." ”

"What we're going to do"

Ye Lechi spread his hands on his chest, his face looked excited and fanatical, and he roared: "What we have to do is to completely use the traditional architectural ideas established by our ancestors in modern times and reproduce that splendid treasure today!" ”

The team in front of the old man is generally older than Muller, and the youngest is in his forties.

Hearing Ye Lechi's words, they were afraid of them, and they were already calm from the wind and rain, their faces were ruddy, their hands were trembling, and their blood was boiling with excitement.

Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, people have only restored ancient buildings, and how can they have completely designed new buildings from the design concept of the ancients, which have never appeared in history?

Their actions may be the first, or the last, the last time to reproduce the treasures of 5,000 years of civilization in the future generations!

As everyone said, this will be the pinnacle of traditional Chinese architecture.

Wherever it is daytime, it is impossible to reproduce the project even if it has a unique advantage during the day.

"Rebirth is made by fire."

Deep in the ancient Yi village, in a wooden room.

A group of members sat in front of the projection screen, and the scenes on the projection slowly flashed.

Pavilions, pavilions, pavilions, buildings

Buildings large or small, as a whole or part, are remodeled and go deeper and deeper.

Everyone in the room held their breath and stared, and the pupils of their eyes reflected scenes of pictures, and their movements were cautious, as if they were afraid that if the range of movements was larger, the exquisite works would dissipate like the moon in the mirror and the flowers in the water.

Sitting in the middle of the crowd during the day, with a smile in his eyes, he said word by word: "Thanks to those people, our work as a whole has taken another step." ”