National Treasure Artist

Chapter 161 Indigenous (Second update for subscription)

"Yo hoo!"

Harbor Bridge, a landmark building in Sydney, the highest point of the bridge is 134 meters above sea level, and the view is very beautiful.

It is the fifth longest arch bridge in the world, the tallest steel arch bridge and the widest long-span bridge in the world.

In the setting sun, three off-road convertibles sped across the bridge at an extremely fast speed.

There are five members of the Davidia involucrata team on the three cars, their faces are excited, and they shout happily from time to time.

The wind was strong, and the girls' long hair became extremely messy. The picture was beautiful and moving.

"Look, look, there is a line between the sea and the sky in the distance, the setting sun dyes the sea red, it is really beautiful."

Someone in the car ahead yelled.

After resting in the hotel for one night, the jury of the Sydney Opera House Design Competition and the corresponding leaders of the city government contacted Bai Gongtong early the next morning.

They warmly invited Bai Gongtong and were willing to bear all the expenses of their trip.

Gongtong agreed to the invitation, but only asked to wait until the proud sons of the United Kingdom, the United States, and the island country had arrived before going to the reunion.

After getting permission and hanging up the phone, Gong Tong led the group to rent three cars.

Throughout the day, they didn't seem to be doing work that had anything to do with the design, but kept walking through the Sydney city.

Crunch!

After crossing the long arch bridge, the car stepped on the brakes on the side of the bridge beside the bridge.

The three cars drew long arcs on the road one after another.

"happy!"

"It's so cool, hahaha."

"Tong'er, come again!"

Su Mu stood up from his seat, looked at the car driven by Davidia Davidson not far away, took a few breaths, and shouted.

"Chaozi, your driving skills are good!"

Seeing that Davidia involucrata did not answer, the fat man yelled at Zuo Chao, the driver of another car, and gave him a thumbs up across the car.

Zuo Chao happily scratched his head when he heard the words, looking very simple and honest, he couldn't see the wildness of the previous driving at all.

The door of the car in front of her was opened, and Gongtong was the first to jump off, and then reached out to support Banxia and Qianhe in the car.

At this time, everyone in the other two cars followed suit.

"how do you feel?"

A group of people walked to Bianlangjiao, and the breeze was blowing, only listening to Davidia Davidson asking.

"It's really fun!"

"The past twenty years have been in vain!"

Su Mu couldn't wait to agree.

"Who asked you this? You really are here for vacation?"

Davidia involucrata went up and slapped the fat man on the back.

"hey-hey."

Su Mu smirked, and quickly said seriously: "The planning of the whole city is very interesting."

"We passed George Street today, which is the north-south street in the Sydney CBD."

"In this southern part of the CBD, the streets are a bit gridded and orderly, but on the contrary, in the older northern part of the CBD, the streets are more chaotic."

Seeing that the fat man was serious, everyone listened attentively and thought about it carefully.

"why is that?"

Chen Lin asked.

"I reckon it reflects the particular development of the early bullock trails in Sydney."

Su Mu nodded and explained in a deep voice:
"I checked the information before, and the streets in Sydney are much narrower than other cities in Australia, which also reflects the characteristics of Australia's first ancient city."

"It's a good thing you haven't forgotten your business."

Gongtong made a joke, but her face was obviously satisfied.

"what about you?"

"What senses do you have?"

He turned to look at the rest of the people.

"Australia was once a British colony, and its architectural style is deeply influenced by the British mainland."

Guangbai twitched his nose, and opened his mouth for the second time: "The British architectural style is Victorian style, and Victorian architecture tends to absorb the Gothic architecture of the 12th century, with its abrupt windows, pointed roofs and heavy iron decorations , all reminiscent of the luxurious life of the Goths."

"Some churches and buildings in Sydney have a strong influence."

After Ren Guangbai finished speaking, Zuo Chao also expressed his perception: "The overall architectural style here emphasizes strength, as well as changes and dynamics."

"It also emphasizes comprehensiveness. There are often a large number of sculptures and ceiling paintings as decorations on each building."

"The last is exaggeration, irrationality, lack of balance and proportion, excessive emphasis on decoration, and batches of pillars for decoration."

From urban planning to architectural style.
Everyone expressed their own cognition, bringing everyone's cognition together, making everyone's understanding of the city gradually clear.

During the exchange, Bai Gongtong led the crowd up to the headland that protrudes into the sea and is surrounded by the sea on three sides. There are not many tourists on the headland, and there is a building surrounded by the sea on three sides.

"Okay, don't follow me, do whatever you want!"

Gong Tong couldn't help laughing when she saw the eyes of everyone looking around.

Grinning, everyone dispersed, only Ban Xia was still by her side.

"Come on, let's take a look too."

Dove Tong puts Ban Xia in her arms, and said softly.

"Fort Macquarie Tram Works."

Going around the only old castle on the headland, Gong Tong said.

This building is very old, it looks like a fortress, and some remains of forts can be seen from time to time.

"This is a castle-shaped fort."

Dove Tong affirmed.

"Then why did it become a tram factory again?"

Ban Xia was a little confused.

"Who knows, let's use the waste."

"According to the plan, the tram factory will also be demolished after the opera house is completed."

Standing on the edge of the sea, there is a cool breeze.

As if feeling the girl in her arms trembling slightly, Gong Tong took off the long-sleeved shirt and put it on for her, leaving only a short-sleeved white undershirt.

At this moment, an elderly figure in the corner of his eye caught Davidia Davidson's attention.

The old man's skin was black, his hair was slightly curly and messy, and his clothes were worn out.

The old man sat on the ground, looking at the sea in the distance, with a long-distance, even sad expression.

His face is full of traces of time, full of dimples.

Gong Tong looked at the old man, frowned slightly, thinking of the background in Australia, and had some guesses in her heart.

He has seen in the data:

There used to be hundreds of thousands of aborigines in Australia, but after the 7th century, Europeans immigrated in large numbers, and the aborigines gradually became slaves. Most of the aborigines lost their fertile and viable land and were driven to barren land.What is even more disastrous is that immigrants brought a large number of diseases, which made the aborigines who lacked living resources worse. By the beginning of the twentieth century, the number of aboriginals in Australia was only about [-].

Even today, these aborigines themselves are still in a state of hesitation, living at the bottom of the city.

Aboriginal people who lost their land dispersed across the country, to towns, but did not integrate with urban life, with white people.

They have no land and no soul.

"Hello."

Gongtong approached, sat down beside the old man, and tried to communicate with him in English.

Ban Xia took a look and approached, and sat down next to each other without hesitation.

"Hello, lad."

"What a beautiful view here."

Old people can use English, or their native language has long been lost.

The communication between the two was smooth, and the aboriginal old man carried goodwill.

During the chat, Bai Gongtong learned a news that shocked him. The old man said that this place has actually been a holy place for local people to hold gatherings and other activities for thousands of years.

The old man also got the news that this place will be converted into a magnificent opera house for those white people.

The old man was reluctant but powerless, so he could only come day after day before the construction of the opera house.

After most of the sun had set, the aboriginal old man was called away by a doll. The doll seemed to be malnourished, but its eyes were lively.

If it is just the aboriginal issue, although this is the most important issue plaguing the Australian government, it has little to do with itself.

But for now, the opera house is designed to associate itself with these Sydney natives.

In his memory, the designer of that world had never been to Sydney during the design process, so he was unaware of the connection between the plot and the aborigines, so he had no contact with the aborigines in the design, and inadvertently abandoned it again. Aboriginal race.

It’s okay if you don’t know, but now that you know it, Gong Tong can’t accept it. He believes that design is for people and should be full of humanistic care, and works without humanism are too cold.

"what happened?"

"Thinking about that old grandpa just now?"

Banxia noticed the entanglement in Gongtong's heart, held his hand and asked softly.

"Ah."

"I feel like I have a lot more responsibility on my shoulders."

Davidia Davidson nodded.

"I believe you!"

Ban Xia firmly said.

This encounter has contributed to a legend that no one knows, making the Sydney Opera House a joint masterpiece of two masters separated by a whole time and space, a whole parallel world.

Not only the artistry, but also the humanistic care makes it more fraternal.

Another World The Sydney Opera House is the soul of the citizens of Sydney, but this soul does not seem to include the aborigines.

And in this world, the Sydney Opera House will be complete and become the real soul of all Sydney citizens, without forgetting to abandon any race.

(End of this chapter)