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Chapter 379 The inscription of the humble room

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    Our era is deciding its own style every day. Engineers are driven by economic laws and guided by mathematical formulas, making us consistent with the laws of nature and achieving harmony. The original form is a beautiful form¡ª¡ª

    Le Corbusierlecorbusier

    After dinner, Luo Xinxiu was still holding the book she had brought back and reading. Bai Gujing asked Alice why she was holding the book. Alice didn¡¯t know. Anyway, Luo Xinsi¡¯s ideas were always very unique.

    What she is looking at at the moment is the manifesto of Le Corbusier, the standard bearer of modern architecture, about machines for living and the sense of identity of the times.

    After studying the whole book, she got the concept about the connection between time, space and architecture, especially time, which is a good starting point.

    If you love eternity, you should love now;

    ¡°You can¡¯t bring back yesterday, and tomorrow will still be unreal;

    The only thing you can be sure of is today.

    This is Emerson's sentence. Luo Xin seemed to think that she could find someone to write it down and put it in a separate room in the beauty salon without the need for marketing. When she saw this sentence, what she thought of was to retain the beauty of the moment, an empty room.  , only this sentence stayed in her mind after she lay down, lingering, giving her the ultimate inspiration for life when she wanted to renew her subscription.

    The combination of time and human life is history, and the combination of space and human life is region.

    Time has a great relationship with beauty salons. What the ladies in beauty salons need to fight against is the passage of time, the loss of collagen, and the loss of youth forever. Luo Xin seems to have thought of the theme, and the next step is  Modification of the concept of time.

    "I thought of it! I thought of it!"

    Luo Xin stood up from her seat and danced, filled with a sense of accomplishment in solving the problem.

    The White-bone Demon was already used to the weirdness and sat in his seat and applauded. Mr. Ali was more nice and moved his chair to leave a deep mark on the carpet. The White-bone Demon glared at Mr. Ali:

    ¡°If our company¡¯s carpets are broken, you have to pay to repair them.¡±

    Mr. Ali was laughing and joking, but he was still rowing his hard-working chair.

    "What did you draw?"

    The computer screen was empty. She drew nothing, she drew nothing, it was all in her mind. To put it bluntly, she only thought about the core of copywriting and cultural output, and did not do anything at all.

    "I felt lonely."

    Mr. Ali scratched the chair back again. As he scratched back and forth, the company's carpet suffered scratches that it should not have endured. He would probably be able to draw a path after scratching a few more times. There is no such thing in the world.  A road becomes a road when there are many people walking on it.  This guy really likes to join in the fun and is full of curiosity about other people's designs. He is as clairvoyant as the wind and has ears for the wind. As long as others come up with new ideas, he looks forward to it. Perhaps this is the character of the innovation team, unlike the standardized design team over there.  Like the two Buddha statues in the team, Zhong Jijui and Chen Chen are two motionless Buddha statues. No matter how good the design is, they both remain motionless and continue to draw the spliced ??things, just like putting together Lego.  Another link is that I don¡¯t like changes and don¡¯t accept innovation, and my obsessive thinking is getting more and more screwed up.

    With time as the background, the idea was good. When she turned to the computer, she was planning her own design space. According to her personal habits, except for the load-bearing columns, she erased all the partitions and all the halls that were added later on the drawing.  Went, really a new drawing, the only thing that looked a little annoying was the stairs. Luo Xin seemed to glance at the stairs several times, the muse came again, the little star doing beauty treatments she saw in the beauty salon  , she had acted in a drama of the Republic of China. Luo Xin seemed to clearly remember that the thing that was very popular on Weibo at that time was her and another actress, and what finally made her stand out was the picture standing on the spiral staircase of the Republic of China.  Looking back.

    Spiral staircase?

    Luo Xinsi has a bold idea in her mind. Although it is just a flash of inspiration, the light shines brightly. Luo Xinsi is just an idea now, but with the blessing of the aesthetic concept of the beauty salon, the concept begins to take shape, and the conceptual design is vaguely visible.

    She is gearing up for a big fight.

    "Do you think she was successfully brainwashed by my brother?"

    Alice bit the straw and looked at her intently.

    "Of course. She was originally supposed to only do structural design and project management, but now she has become a conceptual designer. For a normal person, it takes at least three to five years, but she achieved it in one year. This child didn't continue.  Training, what a pity.¡±

    The Bone Demon was surprisingly cooperative with their gossip today. Alice looked at the speed with which she moved the mouse and knew that there must be a fight going on in her head.

    Copywriting: time, in order to reflect the length and span of time, in the design of the light source, the concept of light and shadow is introduced.

    Style: small fresh retro

    Concept: Le Corbusier¡¯s functionalist partition provides theoretical support, and classical literature provides assistance.

    It may be due to the influence of the combination of Chinese and Western elements in the previous project. Luo Xin seems to have also added in the theoretical support: This is a humble house, but I am virtuous. This sentence was added for the sake of freshness:

    The upper steps of the moss marks are green, and the grass color is green into the curtain.  Talk and laugh with ru, no contacts STOMATOLOGY.  You can tune the plain Qin and read the Golden Sutra.  There are no messy ears of silk and bamboo, and there is no laborious shape of case documents.

    There are flowers and grass, loud laughter and quiet singing, and the beauty is relaxed, without the worries of work and worries.

    Luo Xin seems to have written these copywritings by hand on her A4 cardboard. She has too many thoughts and is sorting them out. Many of the words are very sloppy. The only big words that Mr. Ali can understand are Le Corbusier and the inscription on the humble room.

    "Oh my god, there is a muse living in this child's brain! Does the goddess plan to live in her head and not return to her place? No matter what, give some to others!"

    "Are you sure it's the muse and not the devil? You don't even know if she will look different!"

    Mr. Ali muttered, and Alice answered, but the two of them were blocked by Luo Xin. She made a stop gesture, and Mr. Ali could only row back angrily.

    "You had to go if I wasn't allowed to go, and you were driven back by the little pufferfish again, right?"

    "It's like you didn't go."

    Mr. Ali scratched his head. He was too curious about the design plan for the eldest sister of the old Xu family, but it was a pity that he saw only a few words.

    "You can't just peep quietly, what are you talking about?"

    "What she wrote is more cursive than crazy. The gods know what she wrote. I couldn't help but read it out. If she is free, I would like to ask her!"

    Mr. Ali drags his chubby chin, his eyes can¡¯t help but drift towards the Luo Xin-like seat. Each concept designer¡¯s new design is Mr. Ali¡¯s mental appetite and motivation to move forward. The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the waves in front are about to be overwhelmed.  They were photographed on the beach.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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