Skynet Architect

The Mexican looked at Si Fan in surprise. He didn't expect such a young man to design such a splendid and magnificent community. The design level of this community can be said to be top-notch in his eyes.

Although Si Fan borrowed a lot of foreign ideas, but in the whole world, it is not a copy of the ages! The so-called various styles are the synthesis of various architectural arts in one era.

Standing in the forest of the world, all kinds of inspiration burst out and blended into a system, among which the unique ones are reflected on these buildings with a strong religious color. It was a glorious era, a powerful force brought by the Renaissance, and the most glorious period in human European history.

As a Mexican, I have an instinctive admiration for the buildings of the most glorious period in Europe, and I am already intoxicated when I see these buildings.

Little did he know that the scenes that shocked him had just begun! When he seemed to visit the historical traces of the most prosperous era of a powerful country, as if he was in the Renaissance period of the European Middle Ages, he suddenly realized that a huge palace had appeared in front of him.

This so-called huge building is not a high-rise building, not the tallest tower in the world, but a clubhouse, a very delicate clubhouse. Looking at the mysterious carvings on it, he already admires Si Fan, the designer.

This building alone has surpassed his cognition.

Don't look at his trendy clothes and tattoos on his face, but he still has a feeling of admiration for the mainstream of society. Looking at the luxurious palace-like building in front of him, he can't even bear to step on it with his feet. Going up, there was no dust on the exquisite carpet, and all the furnishings made him feel ashamed, and he walked behind Si Fan with his head down.

That is really a little afraid to enter: "Sir, is this the palace of the royal family and nobles? Can I really go in?"

He was still a little cautious and uneasy. If it was a modern building, he would dare to spend money in a hotel of several stars, but this place is different, like entering a royal palace.

It felt like a mountain was pressing on him.

The people inside are very elegant, or unrestrained, but when they really enter this palace-level palace, it is inevitable to be nervous.

Si Fan pointed to the front: "This is just a clubhouse, a supporting clubhouse for this community."

He took two people into the palace.

Si Fan is the designer and has long been familiar with this place.

And Uncle Yang Dan has never been to a place that is too luxurious. Now it is like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden. There are endless views.

But that's all, his appreciation of beauty is limited to this, and he can't understand those strange charms in his eyes, just like those abstract paintings hanging on the wall can't understand what they are.

In his opinion, the old hen at the door of the house can draw better pictures on the ground than this one.

In fact, from Si Fan's point of view, this also looks like something drawn by a mentally ill patient, but his artistic value is so high that ordinary people's financial resources cannot accept even a little of it.

For example, the Mexicans around me. He saw many paintings or sculptures standing in awe.

But he dared not approach. There will always be some strange people nearby looking at these works of art with adoring eyes.

As long as he passed by, he would stare at him with fierce eyes, as if he was going to eat it at any time.

"What about these people? Isn't it just some paintings that everyone can see? It seems to be more careful than the museum in the city." Old Yangdan uncle said disdainfully.

Finally, one person couldn't bear it anymore.

"Uncle, let me tell you, don't damage any of the paintings here. Otherwise, you won't be able to pay for it if you lose your fortune. To put it bluntly, the museum in Jiangcheng is not as good as this place even if everything in the museum is combined. Any one is worth money. This is the world's top art." He said carefully. Then keep turning back.

This guy is a young artist in his thirties. It seems that they specialize in painting oil paintings, so I just quietly looked at these paintings here, and then painted in the void with my hands.

The Mexican finally grabbed the old Yangdan uncle.

"Uncle! Don't break anything here, let alone you, even if I go bankrupt, I won't be able to pay for it!" He was naturally cautious here.

It may have something to do with the environment in which he grew up.

It is also possible that almost everyone entered such a magnificent place for the first time. It's the feeling you'll have after coming into contact with that superior person.

It was a feeling of pilgrimage. At this time, Si Fan probably would not refuse anything that was asked of him.

A group of three people slowly passed the corridor, and then passed the art exhibition hall. This clubhouse has allowed these artists to play new tricks, and there is also a seventh repair classroom next to it.

These are all made by them, and everyone has their own specialties. And the seventh repair classroom they created is probably the highest level in the country. They themselves are teachers and students in it.

Cultivate the mind and nature every day, achieve three treatments and seven repairs!

The so-called seven cultivations are moral cultivation, merit cultivation, food cultivation, book cultivation, flower cultivation, music cultivation, and fragrance cultivation!

It completely immerses people in a very quiet state, and uses a mysterious and mysterious way to make people feel close to epiphany, allowing these artists to burst out inspiration at any time.

Maybe an excellent work or poetry, or rare carvings will be created.

This is what the artists are after. And the Seventh Cultivation Classroom in this clubhouse is completely immersive. The magnificent palace makes their minds wider, and the works they create are even more magnificent.

Si Fan saw a middle-aged man in the Mediterranean scratching his head listening to music, listening quietly. There was a staff and a recording pen in front of him, and he could record his inspiration at any time.

"Is this person having an epileptic seizure? Why are you twitching all the time!?" The old Yangdan uncle saw what kind of patient was in the Haolexiu classroom and kept pulling Si Fan.

After Si Fan looked back, he was immediately happy! It was a burst of inspiration, and maybe some good tunes would appear. As a result, the old Yangdan uncle actually said that he had epilepsy.

He hurriedly lowered his voice and said to Old Uncle Yangdan, "Uncle Yangdan, he is a great composer, and his favorite song about the Water Margin was written by him!"

Immediately, the old Yangdan uncle was full of admiration: "That song was written by him. It's so heroic. I thought the author was a prairie man from the Mongolian side, wearing braids and sheepskin jackets like that!"