National Treasure Artist

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"They're here!"

It was getting dark, but Davidia involucrata and his companions hadn't left Cape Benilan, and they seemed to be waiting for something from a distance from time to time.

When it was approaching eight o'clock, a large crowd approached, and Zuo Chao let out a low cry.

Davidia Davidson had heard before that the aborigines in Sydney would hold their party tonight, so they came here specially.

Everyone stood up and looked at the person coming.

I only saw about thirty indigenous people coming, they had black skin and slightly curly hair.

The light was very dim, and when the natives got closer, they could see more clearly under the moonlight.

Most of the aborigines are men. They take off the clothes that "civilized people" should wear, and their upper body is bare-chested, and their lower body is wrapped in leather, with mysterious patterns drawn on their bodies.

The women are wearing dark long skirts, with white patterns on their bare arms and faces.

They stopped in the clearing and lit a bonfire.

The scorching fire glowed red against people's faces.

"Let's go take a look."

Bai Gongtong said in a low voice, her footsteps were already approaching.

Behind him, Su Mu and Qianhe couldn't help hesitating when they saw such a scene, they could see Davidia Davidson going forward, and soon followed.

As soon as they were about to approach, the natives spotted the Davidia involucrata group, and their expressions suddenly showed vigilance.

"Excuse me, I'm from China in the East."

Gongtong stopped in her footsteps, showing respect: "I heard that the culture of the Australian aborigines is the oldest in the world, and it has been full of vitality so far."

"I yearn for, admire, and want to know more."

The slightly flattering words of Davidia involucrata obviously aroused great affection among the natives.

Compared with the embarrassment of life, these indigenous people are more eager to be respected by outsiders, rather than being treated like monkeys.

"Hello."

"Welcome to our party."

Among the crowd, an elder came out to meet him, but it turned out to be the same old man he met when he first arrived in Sydney.

The old man obviously recognized the young man in front of him, and he pulled him into the group with a kind smile.

This old man was very prestigious, and when he moved, the rest of the indigenous youths behind him also showed bright smiles, and they dragged Su Mu and the others into the campfire one after another.

The leisurely and loud songs sounded from the mouths of the natives, echoing constantly in this world.

Although I can't understand the lyrics, the exciting tone makes people feel touched and feel the ancient atmosphere.

The flames of the bonfire seemed to dance under the sea breeze, and the atmosphere among the crowd suddenly rose.

Pulling up the Davidia involucrata crowd, the aborigines began to sing and dance around the bonfire.

The man is the protagonist of the whole ceremony, while the woman keeps patting her buttocks, shaking her head and shaking her hair, chanting words.

The moon and stars in the sky are extremely beautiful, and under the sky, the ethnic groups with a long history are having a party that has been handed down since thousands of years ago.

Davidia involucrata was swayed by an aboriginal girl, with a bright smile on his face, and he could hear his heart beating vigorously.

He grinned, laughing haha.

The fire in the eyes danced, and I personally participated in this ancient gathering.

'Boom! '

At this moment, the inspiration that had been accumulated in my heart for a long time finally erupted like a volcanic eruption.

Gongtong's whole body had a synapse, first she paused suddenly, and then said with a bright smile:

"coming!"

"Either sooner or later, it's time!"

After a long time, the bonfire burned out, and the lively party also ended.

"We call this place Tubowgule."

The very prestigious old man said to Davidia Davidson: "It is the place where fresh water and sea water blend, it is the water of wisdom, and it is our holy land."

The old man showed vicissitudes of life: "However, it should not belong to us soon."

The indigenous elders have also paid attention to the recent media reports, knowing that the construction of this place has not long been broken.

"Do not."

Gongtong stood up straight: "I believe this will always be your holy place, and it will become the whole city of Sydney and everyone in Australia."

"Thank you."

The old man glanced at Bai Gongtong, but only took him as comfort.

How could those white lords care about these natives who are about to disappear?
"Elder, when the time comes, will you pay attention to the competition news of the Sydney Design Institute?"

"Of course, this is always our holy place!"

"That's good, then you must not forget, maybe there will be a miracle"

With a smile that the natives didn't quite understand, Gongtong waved goodbye to them.

"let's go!"

With a bright face, Dove Tong shouted loudly to Su Mu and the others.

The voice fell, turned around and strode forward!
Su Mu, Qianhe, and Zuo Chao looked at each other and noticed the change.

"If you don't hurry up and keep up, the plan will be too late."

In the distance, Davidia Davidson yelled loudly again.

Listening, everyone's eyes widened suddenly, with ecstasy on their faces.

'boom! '

The car's engine roared and it sped away.

If it can be accompanied by bgm, the music at this time must be full of passion!
In a spacious studio of the Westin Hotel, Gongtong sent out tasks to everyone, and they dispersed busy with a single order.

In another world, the Sydney Opera House is already a classic, but in this world, Davidia involucrata will integrate it into the ancient local culture on the basis of the original.

This is a collaboration between masters separated by time and space!
Cape Benilon is a sacred place for indigenous people to hold gatherings and other activities, so reserve such an area for them on the square in front of the Opera House, and this will belong to the ancient heritage!

Su Mu, Qianhe, Guangbai, Zuo Chao, and Chen Lin are five people. The task assigned by Gongtong for them is to extract elements from the traditional stone murals, music and other arts of the aborigines for secondary design.

At this time, the books previously read and studied come into play.

Ban Xia is not idle either, after all, time is really running out, and it is impossible to make the renderings in time anyway.

Gongtong used a pen to outline a sample of the Sydney Opera House's general shape, and described the key points and elements to her, and asked Banxia to create a watercolor painting based on this.

No details are required, only the relationship between the volume and the volume, the relationship between the building and the plot, and the relationship between the building and nature are required!
After all the tasks were arranged, he himself came to another smaller studio.

Drawings, rulers, pencils, pens
He will use the most traditional tools to complete the performance of the scheme, and every stroke is extremely precise!
These days, all the scrutiny and details have already surged in my mind countless times, just waiting for this moment to come in handy.

With 48 hours left, everyone is racing against time.

In the hotel, Bai Gongtong's group started to go crazy and began to retreat. All external connections were cut off, and all irrelevant things were compressed in the shortest possible time.

At this time, the outside world is at its climax.

Two modernist masters arrived, as did Masson, the president of the American Architects Branch.

Six world-class masters gather, chat and compete from time to time.

The plans of the three proud sons were formally submitted to the organizing committee.

The eyes of the design circle all over the world began to focus!
(End of this chapter)