National Treasure Artist

Chapter 33 Hope under the Storm (please recommend for collection))
Light rain began to gradually float in the sky, and it tended to gradually increase.

Chinatown, a Chinese community.

'Boom boom boom boom boom.'

The door was opened, and an elderly woman looked at the strange young man in front of the door with a cautious expression:

"who are you looking for?"

"Hi, excuse me. I'm traveling to Paris from China." The young man was wearing a coat, and his arms seemed to be hiding something. It didn't rain when he went out, and he was almost soaked right now.

"Sorry, it's not convenient for us at home."

The young man hadn't finished speaking, the woman's eyes were fixed, thinking that she was here to stay overnight, she swept over the bulging area on the young man's chest, and opened her mouth to speak while preparing to close the door.

Seeing that the door of that room was about to close, the young man hurriedly blocked it with his hands, and hurriedly took out a leaflet-like paper from his coat, and passed it along the crack of the door:

"Please support the designer Davidia involucrata!"

I don't know if the woman heard what he said clearly, but the door was closed with a 'bang'.

The Chinese occupy a very large proportion in Paris, but it is well known that the Chinese are not very interested in this kind of activity that requires full names to participate in the selection.

Not to mention the voting for the Louvre project, even the presidential election may not attract much attention from them.

Looking at the tightly closed door, the young man froze for a moment, and then covered the windbreaker tightly. The only thing he was doing was probably the leaflets in his arms.

Taking a deep breath, feeling that the weather was a bit cold, she shrank her head and walked towards the next house.

When he left, his palm that was pinched by the door was still trembling slightly.

"Hello, sir, may I have a few minutes for you?"

On the other side, the pinellia girl was also drenched unclearly, and water drops dripped from her hair. The delicate girl became a drowned chicken, which made people feel distressed.

The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man in his 50s, slightly bald and fat.

When he saw Pinellia, his attitude was very gentle: "Well, tell me."

"Should I get you a towel to wipe first, it's easy to catch a cold if it's wet."

The middle-aged man then said another sentence.

"No, no, thank you!" Miss Banxia waved her hands again and again, she took out a leaflet from the bag on her chest, and handed it over: "This is one of the candidate designers for the Grand Louvre Project. Young designers from China."

"He is very good, but also very difficult."

Banxia seems to be very bad at communicating with strangers, her small face looks a little nervous, her long eyelashes tremble slightly, and she speaks very fast: "Now, our compatriot is suffering from unfair treatment."

"I hope you can get to know him. If you think he is really good, please give him support!"

"If you have time, you can search for "Dream Renovator" on the Internet. This program shows the most authentic Davidia involucrata!"

On the flyer is a photo of Davidia involucrata, the characters in the photo are not shining, they are exactly the appearance of Davidia involucrata sitting on the ground casually.

Next to the photo is the plan of the glass pyramid and some brief introductions.

This passage seems to have been memorized for a long time, and after she finished speaking, Miss Banxia blinked her big eyes and nervously looked at the middle-aged man in front of her.

"Girl, who is this young man?"

The chubby middle-aged uncle was smiling all the time. After listening, he half-jokingly half-seriously asked, "Is that your little boyfriend?"

"Ha ha!"

"Okay, okay, don't worry, girl."

Seeing Banxia's face swell like an apple, the uncle waved his hand and said haha.

"Girl, wait a moment, I'll get you an umbrella in the house."

"Uncle, although I am old, my lovely and beautiful heart is not old yet"

Holding an umbrella with a flamboyant pattern, Miss Banxia wiped the rainwater from her forehead, walked a few steps, and suddenly turned her head.

Seeing that the uncle was still looking at her with a smile, she suddenly mustered up her courage and said loudly, "Uncle, I am his admirer!"

Continue to the next family, two people braving the rain, knocking on the door one by one, handing out leaflets
It was getting late, and the rain in Paris was getting heavier and heavier.

In the suburbs, a group of five or six people were walking out of a model factory.

Among them, four people walked behind. They held umbrellas but did not cover themselves. They protected the machine in their hands tightly.

At a distance of seven or eight steps from the four of them, there were two people one behind the other.

I saw the person in front of me rushing forward with his head depressed.

"I said Tong'er, why don't we leave it like this today, this is the fifth house, it's getting late!"

"The rain is getting heavier and heavier. If you break your body, it will really be over!"

The one behind ran a little bit to catch up. He pulled his throat under the wind and rain, and shouted:
After finishing speaking, he saw that his words didn't affect him at all. The young man he called Tong'er didn't even stop in his footsteps.

"go!"

"Let's follow!"

He stopped in his tracks, stared at the young man's back for a moment, then frowned, turned to look at the boys behind him, and roared through gritted teeth.

A light flashed, and the appearance of the team was slightly clear.

The young man at the head is tall, thin and pale, followed by a man with a goatee and braids, and the four behind him are guarding the camera.
"Only two full days left today."

The young man who was hurrying on the road had a sullen face and was full of calculations: "My only chance now is to display the glass pyramid on Napoleon Square."

"Only in this way can all words be truly broken."

"To show its true charm"

The most fatal point of Davidia involucrata's design plan is that it only exists on paper, and he only produced pictures in the two consecutive selections.

As the crowd in Paris said, no matter how good your drawing is, it can only prove that it looks good on paper, not that it is qualified to be built.

In other words, we can't let everyone experience its beauty intuitively!

If we just want to paint, then we can directly invite painters, they can do better!
So Gongtong worked desperately for dozens of hours, drawing thousands of construction diagrams and data diagrams. He hoped to find a model making factory.

These constructions were produced in the form of models and finally put together like a puzzle at the Place Napoleon.

but
As if they had been warned by some people, the factories saw them as if they had seen the god of plague. As soon as they entered the door, they were impatient to drive them out.

A group of people sat in the van, and the driver was about to drive to the next model making project.

They have visited all the factories in the urban area of ​​Paris and even the surrounding suburbs, and now they are going to go further afield.

"Is there no hope?"

In the car, Gongtong's vision fluctuated a little, he covered his head, and thought desperately: "It should take two days to produce these structures, plus splicing."

"Ha ha."

"What do I want to do, I can't even find a factory willing to undertake it, what do I want to do."

He didn't want to think about it, but the indescribable despair was constantly engulfing hope and covering him.

Davidia Davidson is struggling, as he once promised, he will not give up.

In the van, the atmosphere was very dull. The director with a mustache wiped the water droplets on his body with a towel, looked at Davidia Davidson several times before hesitating to speak, and after a while, he took a bag of bread and handed it over with the towel:

"Tong'er, wipe off your body, and then eat something to cushion it."

In China, the program was broadcast that night, and the topic was: "Hope under the wind and rain is hard to find, hard to find."

The young couple, read it.

They were silent and moved.
The students in the dormitory, read it.

They are secretly cheering and longing.
The middle-aged man who got off work read it.

They respected Gongtong as a man, so they sat up straight and watched the show solemnly, no matter how tired they were all over.

This night, there was also a light drizzle in the capital.

In the bachelor apartment, the atmosphere was a little silent.

Father Bai suddenly frowned, showing some discomfort in his expression.

"It's raining."

Mother Bai sensed the change in her wife right away, peeped out the window, and said something in a deep voice.

Afterwards, Mother Bai stood up, walked behind Father Bai, gently pressed and squeezed his wife's shoulder with one hand, and held his arm gently with the other hand
"Uncle what's the matter"

Seeing this, Mu Jin quickly stood up, walked to the front quickly, showing a worried look: "I'll come, auntie, you rest"

"Jin'er, sit down."

Unexpectedly, Bai Mu just waved her hand and said seriously: "This is old and sick, and when it rains lightly, my shoulders will hurt."

"This old man"

"I have to press it to slow it down. Others press it, it's useless!"

Bai Mu said, her expression was extraordinarily calm, with a kind of warmth and emotion accumulated over the years.

Hearing this, Mu Jin was suddenly taken aback, looking at this ordinary old man who couldn't be more ordinary, he was a little moved.

But this moving expression only took a turn in her heart, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

She looked at the two old men from behind with some disgust.

You know, if it wasn't for the fact that Gongtong was famous, even if she didn't break up with Gongtong, and the two were really married, she wouldn't be able to give such an ordinary old man a good face.

She raised her head to look at the TV, and she saw the image of Davidson involuntarily shaking and persevering in the wind and rain.
She suddenly laughed, and she was very coldly calculating the benefits that Gongtong's actions could bring, and how many people would be sought after after returning to China
　I feel like I’m at a disadvantage. Each of my chapters is close to [-] words, and two chapters are as good as three chapters by other authors. Sigh!No way. We are such honest people!
　　
　
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