National Treasure Artist

Chapter 149 Buildings and Rings

On the same day, I drove the car and moved all the luggage from the single apartment into the new house.

The master bedroom of the new house is nearly [-] square meters, and the decoration style is very elegant.

In the center of the room is a large bed with a width of two or three meters, equipped with a special cloakroom and the main bathroom.
There is a divided leisure area in the space, and the sofa and coffee table are facing the place with the best view
Davidia involuntarily took a bath, wore a loose bathrobe, and sat on the sofa with a cup of hot tea.

Take a sip, let out a long breath, look out, and have a panoramic view, the scenery is beautiful and peaceful.
Above the sky, the night is very pure and beautiful, the moon and stars are sparse, not polluted by the light of neon lights.

Leaning in front of the notebook, he packed and forwarded all the photos that Qianhe had sorted out to Pinellia.

After receiving the prompt message, the other party has completed the reception, and Gongtong dialed the number impatiently.

In Shanghai, Banxia also just took a shower, and her long hair was still a little wet. She sat with her legs bent against the bay window, and while she was on the phone, she browsed through photos.

"Have you received all the photos?"

"This is where the studio will work in the future!"

Gongtong asked impatiently.

"very beautiful."

Ban Xia looked at the garden with big eyes, looked at the old house pacing through the years, and nodded in response.

Gongtong must have smiled when she heard this.

Continuing to chat, the complacency and joy that had never been shown after being promoted and first entered the palace finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Today, my buddy accidentally broke another record. In the first 500 years, and in the next 500 years, there will be no first-time hall-level architect younger than us!"

"Also, the five ideas I summarized in my lecture now have a new name, 'Five Points for a New Architecture'!"

"The president of the American International Architecture Branch called it the most important theory guiding the development of modernist architecture"

No one is still calm after success, and even if they are, they are pretending.

Everyone needs someone to talk to.

What Gongtong said was spitting, and her words became more and more exaggerated.

On the other end of the phone, Ban Xia's big eyes were bent into crescents, but she was still listening carefully.

At this moment, Jing Mo stood in front of the big iron gate of the house.

Waved to Zuo Chao so that he didn't have to send it in.

He secretly took out the key, opened the iron door, opened a slit and pulled the suitcase and got in.

The brick and stone path in the courtyard was dotted with dim street lamps. She trotted quickly, stepped on the steps and stood in front of the building.

Open the wooden door and enter the house, where there are sporadic small lights on.

Making up his mind to surprise Bai Gongtong, he dragged the suitcase up to the second floor by himself.

The light in the master bedroom diffused through the crack of the door. She put down her suitcase and approached sneakily, with her ear on the door
"What are you doing, you're smiling so happily!"

Muttering, continue to eavesdrop.

Gradually, when I heard it clearly, I felt aggrieved, a little annoyed, and my mouth bulged.

As soon as the eyeballs rolled, they had an idea.

Jing Mo took a half step back, and his two wristbands became trumpets attached to his mouth.

Take a long breath and shout out:
"Brother Tong!"

"Brother Tong!"

"I have finished washing, and a towel will be delivered by courier."

It didn't work once, and then he yelled several more times.

In the next door, Gong Tong was startled at first, but after recognizing the voice, black lines appeared on her head.

"Who's in your room?"

On the other end of the phone, Ban Xia's gentle voice changed, apparently she heard it too.

"It's Jingmo, she doesn't know how she came here."

Gongtong explained: "Isn't the house in the studio quite a lot of rooms, so she wants to move in as well."

"I thought it would not be easy for a girl in the capital, so I agreed."

Good guy, it's okay if you don't explain it, the more you explain it, the more you can imagine it.

At the door, Jing Mo continued to shout, his voice still showing a little coquettishness.

"You just said that your bed is three meters wide, right?"

Ban Xia suddenly asked.

"Hey, yeah."

"It's comfortable, it's so big, I can roll on it."

Gongtong didn't notice something wrong in the tone, so she followed suit.

"That you're busy."

Leave a word, followed by a beeping echo.

It's midnight, am I busy?

What am I busy with!
Gong Tong looked at the phone and scratched her head.

After leaving the sofa, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Feng Jingmo preparing to shout with all his might.

"It's done, what did you wash?"

Davidia Davidson said helplessly.

"Hey hey hey"

Feng Jingmo wiped his sweat and said with a smile, "I want to surprise you."

"You live in that room."

Davidia Davidson pointed out.

"No, I want to live next door to you."

"I'm afraid of the dark alone!"

Feng Jingmo raised his chest and said loudly.

He looked at Jing Mo who looked like a little tiger with weird eyes: "Are you afraid of the dark?"

"Can not be done?"

"All right, all right, live wherever you like."

"Really?"

"Then I live in this room!"

"You live here, where do I live?"

"If you want to be together, people don't mind."

After her words fell, Gong Tong rolled her eyes, and the door slammed shut.

Jing Mo made a V-shaped gesture, laughed thief-likely, and dragged the suitcase into the next room with his head held high.

In the room, Gongtong re-called Banxia, ​​but no one answered after ringing for a long time, and she didn't reply to the text message.

Without thinking too much, he took out a stack of white papers from his bag and sat back on the sofa.

Habitually biting the tip of the pen, thinking about it, he quickly sketched on the paper.
The strokes are smooth and delicate, and a complete picture will be formed soon.

It looked like a ring, but this ring was very strange, and the setting on the ring was neither gems nor diamonds, but a transparent glass pyramid.

Not long ago, he gave gifts to everyone in the team, but Ban Xia couldn't find a suitable one.

Gongtong has always kept it in his heart. He has an inspiration. Girls like decorations. He wants to integrate architectural elements with rings.

Replaced that jewel with his first work, the Louvre Pyramid.
With a new piece of paper, Davidia Davidson re-drawn the ring, this time the ring is more delicate, and the pyramid is more and more brilliant and harmoniously intertwined with the ring setting.

Beside the large glass pyramid, small pyramids appear on the north, south and east sides
Gongtong looked at it but still felt dissatisfied, so she sketched again.

For the third time, the ring set uses architectural aesthetics to construct the texture and structure
Davidia involucrata has a comprehensive understanding of glass pyramids, and can easily grasp various elements.

Time is passing little by little.

the fourth time.
the fifth time.
The glass pyramid of the Louvre has long been appraised by the French as the most romantic building in France. Now the most romantic building is shrinking, entangled with a ring full of romantic connotations.

Many sheets of waste paper were piled up on the ground, and finally the most suitable result was released.

The glass pyramid is not a diamond, but it is far more dazzling than a diamond!
"Brother Tong, what is this?"

After taking a bath, Feng Jingmo knocked on the door for a long time but didn't get an answer, so he opened the door and walked in.

She bent down to pick up a piece of paper recording the process, her beautiful eyes sparkling.

"Architectural Jewelry."

Gongtong raised her head and responded.

"It's so beautiful!"

Feng Jingmo came to the front and looked at the final product in Davidia Davidson's hands, and was amazed.

"Brother Tong, what did you design this for?"

Jing Mo asked tentatively.

She has guesses in her heart, but she hopes that this is the commercial backbone of the affiliated studio.

"Didn't I buy gifts for you all before?"

"I didn't buy it for Pinellia, I was thinking about making her a gift, and the whole size has to be re-determined."

Gongtong showed a gentle face, and was explaining, his eyes glanced at Jingmo's fingers: "I feel that Banxia's hand shape is similar to yours, please stretch out your hand for me to measure."

The smile on Jing Mo's face froze, his eyes were sore that water droplets almost gushed out, and with a sucking sound, he passed Bai Nen's palm silently.

In Shanghai, Ban Xia beat the little bear in her arms, pouted her mouth, feeling extremely wronged.

She looked at the phone and muttered dissatisfiedly: "There is no sincerity at all!"

(End of this chapter)