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As for the first floor, half of it is the servant's residence, and the other half is naturally Verrocchio's studio. At the same time, some students' works and Verrocchio's ordinary works are also displayed here.

The two went downstairs, and Verrocchio explained to Anno: "There are not many people in the studio today. It seems that except for you and me, and a student, all of them have gone to the wild to find inspiration."

"I understand that the creation of gorgeous artwork always requires more inspiration." Anno smiled.

"Well, your understanding is very good." Verrocchio was very satisfied, "It's only these two days that they can go out. It's winter now, and it's raining a lot. It's been raining for a week. Those children are very Can't wait."

Verrocchio's house is gorgeous, upscale decorated, and carpeted in every inch.

The door to the studio has been opened by the servant.

A man with dark brown hair was sitting in the studio, with his back to them, writing and drawing on a piece of paper.

Hearing the movement, he stood up and turned his head.

"Good morning, Mr. Verrocchio." The man was a little thin, not tall, with curly hair, barely able to say handsome.

"Good morning, Botticelli." He walked to the easel of a man named Botticelli and quietly watched Botticelli's new work.

"You still like portraits, Botticelli." The picture was a sketch of a woman, vivid and sweet.

Botticelli smiled and said nothing.

Verrocchio pulled Ano over.

Anno was a little cautious and was pinching the corners of his clothes.

"From now on, this gentleman is a new member of our studio." He patted Anno on the back.

"Hello, Lawrence Anno Falgo." Anno stretched out a hand in a friendly greeting.

"Hello, Sandro Botticelli." Botticelli was also very friendly, holding Anno's hand and shaking it.

"Lawrence can be a model in the studio, and if you want to continue to hone your craft, you can come to him directly."

"Is that so? I understand, Mr. Verrocchio." Botticelli looked up and down the thin Anno and nodded.

"I still have an order to process. You can take Lawrence to familiarize yourself with the furnishings and tools. He has never touched these things." Verrocchio pulled over an easel, which was covered with a cloth and covered under the cloth. It is one of his unfinished works.

===Chapter 150 Eight Learned Painting===

Verrocchio told Botticelli to take Lawrence to familiarize himself with everything in the studio.

The studio is not very big, about 50 square meters. It is covered with light yellow carpet, and the walls are covered with light red and yellow wallpaper. With the sunlight coming in from the east window, it looks warm and calm.

There is a long sofa in the studio, which is placed in the corner, which is supposed to provide a place to rest. There is a flower stand next to the sofa, and there is a potted plant on it, which is a kind of vine and hangs down from it.

Five or six easels are placed in a mess, and there is a cabinet dedicated to displaying brushes, drawing boards and paints.

Messy and orderly, this is the room.

It may also be because many artists come in and out, full of a strong artistic atmosphere.

Maybe it's the smell of paint.

Botticelli had never brought a newcomer. He touched his brown curly hair and thought for a while: "Mr. Lawrence, why don't you...you try to draw a square first?"

The cube is a test of the basics, and it is just for Botticelli to see the level of people who have never learned to draw.

"Okay." Anno found a stool and sat in front of the easel, took what Botticelli handed over, "Thank you, Mr. Botticelli."

"You're welcome, let's start." Botticelli was also very young, and he patted Anno on the arm.

Anno looked at the blank paper and rubbed the pencil with his fingers.

Is it a square...

Anno didn't hesitate, just started writing.

Botticelli paid attention to Anno's writing, preparing to teach.

However, he was amazed.

Anno's hand is very steady.

He was preoccupied with sorting out his method of painting.

If it's a square...

There is no reference, Anno is so hard to draw.

Botticelli sensed something was wrong.

Because, the shape of a square has already appeared on the paper.

Then, Anno began to fill in the highlights and shadows unconsciously.

Anno looked at the square pattern and smashed his mouth.

"Mr. Botticelli, is this block ok?"

Botticelli was already a little surprised: "This...very good, you have studied painting before?"

Anno buckled his knees, nodded, and shook his head.

"Huh?" Botticelli was stunned, what did he mean?

"No, no, I should say, I don't know." Anno explained, "I... don't remember the past."

Verrocchio on the other side was attracted: "Lawrence, I look at your cube."

He strode over and glanced at Anno's simple work.

As I said before, the drawing of squares can tell how a person's foundation is.

"So...you might have studied painting before?" Verrocchio felt himself grasping a point.

Anno's block works can't be called professional, but he can be sure that Anno should have learned how to draw before.

That way, what the Fedinos entrusted would be a little easier.

After all, painting is now a high-end profession, and not everyone can learn to paint.

(Who is a modern high school student who hasn't sketched a square or two... Although I forgot it here, but there is still a little bit of instinct.)

Verrocchio said: "Lawrence, try to draw a ball, bring light, and shine from the upper left corner."

"Understood, Mr. Verrocchio."

Anno starts painting again.

Elbows don't move, wrists move.

Verrocchio and Botticelli watched intently.

===Chapter 150 IX Choose a Specialized Subject===

Anuo first made a virtual drawing, and then thought for two seconds.

Immediately afterwards, a single stroke drew a circle, which was almost perfect.

The two didn't say anything, just watched.

Anno was very focused and didn't care about the reaction of the two.

His hands are fast and his pen is smooth.

It didn't take long to draw a ball, and a few minutes later, a realistic-looking ball appeared on the paper, juxtaposed with the square just now.

"Hi..." Botticelli was a little surprised.

Verrocchio was also surprised.

Anno, definitely studied painting, Verrocchio can be sure of that.

Different from the square, the test of the light perception in the painting of the ball requires more technology.

Beginners can't do it.

Therefore, the search for Anno's past is a bit narrower.

In fact, it can never be found.

Verrocchio intends to test Anno's upper limit: "Lawrence, try to draw me."

He sat in a chair with a serious expression and volunteered to be a model.

Anno nodded: "I'll try my best."

There is no modesty and no guarantee to draw.

Botticelli was still standing behind Anno, intending to watch it.

Anno carefully observed the motionless Verrocchio, thinking for a long time before writing.

He painted very slowly, and Anno stopped writing after about half an hour.

Verrocchio stood up from the bench, moved his stiff limbs, walked to Anno's side, and took Anno's work.

Although it is painted, it is only of a very general level and does not have its own style.

Verrocchio also almost knew the level of Anno's sketches.

Then, he was eager to see what Anno's other skill levels were like.

Then he tossed Anno with Botticelli for a whole day, and Verrocchio almost figured out Anno's level.

The level of sketching is no longer a beginner. It is quite satisfactory, but it lacks its own style. As for other, oil painting, sculpture and jewelry processing are all ignorant.

It's a very strange situation, because there are many large Florence studios, but they are not as large as Verrocchio's studio, and I have never heard of any studio that only teaches sketching.

Botticelli had gone home, and Verrocchio and Anno were sitting in the studio chatting.

"So, I want to know about your own wishes, Lawrence." Verrocchio explained, "Although everything on my side will be taught, generally my students will choose an emphasis on learning."

Anno smiled and replied: "Please let me think about it, Mr. Verrocchio."

Verrocchio sighed, thinking that Anno would choose to sketch.

However, he also respected Anno's choice and could only nod his head: "Okay, can you tell me the answer tomorrow morning?"