In Order to Become a Heroic Spirit, I Had to Do Things in History

Halle...

Anno said silently.

The door opened.

Entering was the butler, Ruslan.

"Master, it's time to eat." Lu Silan looked at Anno with a hint of regret and puzzlement.

He put the meal on the desk and stood silently aside.

The dim yellow sunset outside the window shone in a little light, just enough to illuminate Anno.

"Ruslan..." Anno's voice was hoarse and low.

"Master." Lu Silan sighed and responded seriously.

"If God didn't take Harry away from me, who would it be?" he murmured, as if asking Ruslan, but also himself.

Ruslan squatted down, holding Anno's shoulders, looking into Anno's eyes: "Master, you are a great person, cheer up, Mrs. Halle's death is not God, nor other people, maybe just It's just fate."

Anno looked at his old housekeeper, did not answer, just lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

Lu Silan stood up, sighed, walked to the door, and turned his head unconsciously and said, "If Mrs. she is still in this world, you must not see you so sad."

After speaking, he closed the door and walked out.

"Harry..." Anno muttered to himself.

The decadent man had experienced thinking, stood up, walked to the desk, and watched the meals his old housekeeper cooked for him.

Sit in a chair and look out the window.

On the windowsill, a cobweb was stuck with a fallen leaf.

The breeze blew, and the leaves rotted, turned into pieces, and disappeared in the wind.

Anno picked up the spoon and ate the food.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

Tears fell pat pat, fell into the meal, fell on Anno's spoon, and was shoved into his stomach by Anno.

The man's cry matched the sound of the leaves outside the window, miserable and desolate.

............

the next morning.

Da Vinci brought Adrosson to visit Anno, and Manrio returned.

Manlio did not come directly to Anno's mansion, but went to the cemetery to visit his sister Harry.

"Dad." Adrosson stood at Anno's door and shouted timidly.

Anno looked a little sluggish, but at least his mental state was no longer decadent.

"Rosong." Anno hugged his son.

Da Vinci stood outside the door, and the three of them were silent.

"Lawrence." Da Vinci shouted, then hugged Anno.

At this time, Da Vinci didn't know how to comfort Anno. Halle was too caught off guard, and Anno and Harry were so affectionate, no matter how comforted they were, it was disrespect for the relationship between the two.

Anno didn't speak, and patted Da Vinci on the shoulder.

"Luo Song needs you to take him for a while." Annuo's eyes were flushed, and the sequelae of a lot of tears had not subsided.

"Okay." Da Vinci agreed.

"Excuse me." Anno didn't say more.

Da Vinci left with Adrosson, and Anno walked back to the house alone, picking up Harry's belongings.

After packing for a while, Anno found two boxes.

Two boxes, one large and one small, lay quietly at the bottom of the cabinet.

Anno took out the two boxes, opened the big one, and inside the two fell asleep the token of their love - "the love of the goddess".

Anno gently stroked this treasure, and tears filled his eyes again.

Putting the love of the goddess back in the box, Anno opened the small box.

But after opening it, Anno's tears were even more uncontrollable.

He took the jewelry in the box and sat on the bed, crying silently.

The box contained the first piece of jewelry that Anno made for Harry in the true sense.

A pair of dove egg-sized diamond earrings.

Anno recalled the day when graceful Harley took these two treasures into her hands, and remembered what she had discovered with the pair of diamonds.

He understood everything, figured it all out.

The man stood on the rooftop, not looking at the prosperous interior of Florence, but the lush greenery outside the city.

I finally found my meaning from your passing.

Halle.I will love you forever.

Naturally, it will wait for humans to find a suitable way to get along with it, but in the process, there will always be anger and parting.I'll be the bond, trying to soothe the natural anger... Am I getting a little cocky, Halle.

===Chapter 220 Anatomy... the same kind===

morning.

Warm sunlight floods into the studio.

Manlio was sitting stiffly in front of an easel.

Last night, he accompanied his sister Halle in the cemetery for a long time before returning to Anno's mansion, and has not fallen asleep until now.

Anno opened the studio door and walked in.

Manlio looked up, and his eyes showed a little emotional fluctuation.

Anno's long smooth hair has disappeared, and his eyes are tired and sad.

"Teacher..." Manlio held back his cry.

Anno silently hugged his only student.

The teacher and the apprentice were silent.

Anno pulled over a chair and sat on it: "Manlio."

"Teacher." Manlio rubbed his eyes and sat obediently opposite Anno.

"You are ready to graduate." Anno's expression was stiff and lifeless, and he spoke words that made Manlio feel like he was struck by lightning.

"...Why, teacher." Manlio didn't cry, didn't get angry, just asked the reason absentmindedly.

Anno sighed: "I plan to stop all my artistic activities, and your level is enough to be a teacher."

He didn't speak any more, just walked out of the room and came to the courtyard.

Manlio was stunned for a while, ran to the door, and said loudly to Anno: "Teacher, even if I can't study art with you, I can..."

"Manlio!" Anno, who was standing under the tree, shouted, interrupting Manlio's words.

"Teacher..." Manlio has no idea that this is the first time he has recited this word silently today.

Anno turned around and looked at Manrio from a distance.

"What I'm going to do next, I won't involve anyone... leave and find a better version of yourself!"

............

Manlio left.

Anno also left.

Anno left a letter to Da Vinci in the mansion and left with some necessities.

"Inspired by Leonardo da Vinci."

"My dear and reliable brother, Lawrence Anno Falgo, is here to apologise to myself for leaving without a word, and to Verrocchio and Adrosson for me."

"I'm not a good husband, a reliable father and a good student."

"But my departure will definitely not be for escape and abandonment. What I want to do is the meaning entrusted to me by Harry, and it is what I must accomplish."

"I will probably die. But if I don't die, come to London in ten years, on January 1487, 1, and I will make an appointment."

"If you don't find me in London, then please tell Adrosson that his father has fallen in love with his mother again."

"Adrosson, please, my friend, my brother."

"The deed and title of my mansion are already in a drawer in my office."

"From - an irresponsible father, student, brother."

"Lawrence Anno Falgo."

Da Vinci held the paper and looked out the window at Florence.

Adrosson sat at his desk, playing with some of the pen and paper that Anno had left behind.

"This bastard..." Da Vinci clenched his fists.

"Since you said you'd be in London on January 1487, 1, then I'll be there too - not only will I beat you, but Adrosson will beat you too!"

............

in a certain city.

Anno has been away from Florence for a month.

What he wants to do is destined to be impossible to walk with others.

Now, there is only an old housekeeper in charge of driving by his side.