Chapter 964 (1/2)

In the setting sun, Gu Beichen, wearing a short sleeve polo shirt and a pair of white casual trousers, cleanly faded the heavy and harsh of the emperor's president.

Jane Mo has a white irregular skirt with blue edges. Her long hair is not tied. She is floating in the breeze at will.

Gu Beichen takes Jian Mo's hand and looks at the Bilbao pedestrian bridge in front of him. Yu Guangli is full of slightly brushing his face. Jian Mo's hair is elegant.

”Chen, who is the designer of Bilbao pedestrian bridge?”

”Test me?” Gu Beichen raised his eyebrows. Seeing Jian Mo's face smug, he dropped his eyes and said with a smile, ”Santiago Calatrava.”

”what is the most distinctive design feature of the pedestrian bridge?” Jian Mo continued to ask.

Gu Beichen took a look at Jian Mo and said with a smile: ”this pedestrian bridge fully reflects Santiago Calatrava's unusual use of structure...”

After a pause, Gu Beichen drooped his eyes, and his eyes crossed over the indulgence.

”You like the design, emotionally...” Gu Beichen raised his eyes, ”because at night, the translucent glass plate of the bridge deck is illuminated from below, which makes the slowly flowing river produce vivid reflection, creating a dramatic effect.”

Jian Mo raised her eyebrows, and her eyes were full of dexterity. ”What else do I like more than the Bilbao pedestrian bridge he designed?”

”Chicago spiral tower...” Gu Beichen slants head to see to Jian Mo to answer, eye bottom, completely is self-confident.

Jane Mo skimmed her mouth, ”how do I feel that I am transparent in your eyes?”

Gu Beichen smile, the ink pupil deep soft and the same, let people intoxicated.

”A year when you were asleep,” Gu Beichen looked at the pedestrian bridge ahead, and his eyes became deep. ”Mo'er, I studied the works of all the architects and the characteristics of every building you might like.”

Jian Mo looks at Gu Beichen with a twinkle in her eyes

”At that time, I was afraid every day. I was afraid that my promise to you could not be realized. I was even more afraid of...” Gu Beichen stopped his steps, leaning on his body, his sight and Jian mo were on the top, and he slowly said the second half of the sentence: ”I'm more afraid that I prepared so many surprises. In the end, you can't see it.”

Fortunately, everything can be done together

”Yes Gu Beichen smiles, gently stroking Jian Mo's hair. Jun's face is full of soft happiness. ”Accompany you through every place you want to go, this feeling, wonderful let me feel back to the original...”

Gu Beichen's smile deepened and he took Jian Mo's hand to walk to the walking bridge again

”MOR, I never thought that I could go back to my old state of mind.” Gu Beichen slowly opened his mouth, ”as if, after being imprisoned for too long, he finally got the understanding and got the life I once wanted most.”

Jian Mo tou leans on Gu Beichen's arm and says, ”Hey, me too...”

Like lovers in love, two people walk from one side of the walking bridge to the other side in the sunset.

At night, when the lights are on, I walk from the other side of the bridge to this side.

Through the master's handwriting, for a Jian Mo who is dedicated to architectural design, the happiest thing is to have a lover who can understand your hobby and share the same language with you to pursue his dream.

At night, there are many people on the walking bridge of Bilbao, tourists, researchers of bridge design, and local people.

”I'll buy you water?” Gu Beichen said, ”come with me or wait for me here?”

”I'll wait for you here...” Jian Mo answers with a smile.

Gu Beichen nodded and turned to buy water at a temporary kiosk not far from the bridge.

Jian Mo's arm is casually put on the bridge railing, enjoying the night scene, at the same time, studying the design of the bridge body, combined with the theoretical knowledge we usually see, her eyes are full of admiration for the master.

Night wind, blowing gently in the summer, especially comfortable.

At the same time, the long hair is floating slightly. Under the light, the beauty is just like a painting.