Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day

Atalanti's bride was the daughter of a drug dealer in the East District. The two had a good relationship and even bought a small house near Heidi's workshop.

The wedding is not very luxurious and grand, but it is also mixed with all kinds of warmth.

Heidi generously helped him buy a lot of jewelry and silk, and the bride on the wedding ring day was also cute and petite like an elf.

Everyone is dancing and having fun at the celebration, and she will feel a little sad when she looks at it.

Atalanti, who was just a little boy, was about to get married... and seemed happy too.

In the past few years, Heidi has been teaching him carefully like an older sister. The boy is also smart and kind, and he has lived up to her expectations.

Education in the Middle Ages was really simple and brutal, treating children regardless of their age was quite cold-blooded.

The Holy See took the Bible out of context and believed that human beings are born sinful, and children are the representatives of original sin.

In order to expel the "evil" and "unruly" in children, play is constantly prohibited, and severe corporal punishment is also reasonable and legal.

And in the education courses of Oxford University, there is a section of the graduation examination content that is 'learning to flog'.

Highly respected teachers hired young men with silver coins, tied him to a post for others to practice caning, and only those who were skilled enough could graduate as teachers.

They do not feel love, have to do heavy physical labor since childhood, and may be sexually assaulted to varying degrees.

In contrast, Heidi's treatment of Atalanta in the past few years can already be called an angel.

She is gentle and rational, and she will not reprimand severely when encountering problems and mistakes. Instead, she constantly inspires the boy to learn to think independently and act cautiously.

Atalanti has grown up since she was 13 years old, and now she is gentle and wise, and has been able to help her handle most of the affairs, and is a very good manager.

——The boy who almost became a castrato has finally grown up, and now he is going to be someone else's husband.

When the groom kissed the bride, the people cheered loudly and began to sway and dance to the music.

Heidi looked at these from a distance, with a mixed mentality of young and old.

She is indeed getting younger.

In the first few years when I came here, I might still sigh like an old lady, but after staying in this young body for a long time, I can gradually find that light state.

Now that she is 25 years old, although people will discuss why she is not married yet, there will not be too bad speculations.

Watching the couple dance on the dance floor, she also seemed to be touched by some long-lost emotions.

It's nice to be young.

After Atalanti moved out, the courtyard became much quieter, and the creaking violin sound finally disappeared.

Heidi's business has been running quite smoothly, and she has also made friends with businessmen and politicians from various countries.

Due to the underdeveloped communication tools, people are not aware of the relationship between the businesswoman and the Medici lady, but they also maintain awe and friendship.

Probably because she had been busy for too long, she picked a sunny day and asked Leonardo to go boating together.

The most important water system in all of Italy is called the Po River (poriver), which sounds like an affectionate nickname.

The irises on both sides are in full bloom, and there are water birds standing on the dead branches and pecking at their feathers.

Leonardo sang as he rowed, his voice deep and melodious.

Heidi leaned against the side of the boat and looked at the shimmering light like broken gold, and thought of many things in her previous life.

At this age in her previous life, she also seemed to have infinite vitality and love.

In addition to performing in theater, she also learned to paint, play the piano, and write poetry.

"At this moment, the setting sun sneaks into this country like a fox, and ignites the grass in an instant." She raised a smile and recited: "Did you see the beauty in the leaning tower, floating like a jellyfish in the frozen residential area."

Leonardo gradually stopped singing, paddling a wooden oar and listening to her read poems.

Her articulation has always been soft and gentle, and her tone of voice is also quite delicate.

The melodious voice flowed out together with the poetry, as beautiful as the Po River.

Heidi was immersed in a state of ecstasy, and her white palms were still playing with the fallen leaves swirling by the water.

She thought of an old poem by an American poetess again, and her smile softened a lot.

"There is a kind of love called love at first sight, which comes suddenly, soberly and firmly."

Her voice is deep and magnetic, as if she is telling a story.

"There is another kind of slow love, which may be more beautiful: secret longing, faint entanglement, indistinct, vague..."

Leonardo looked at her leaning against the side of the boat with a gentle smile in his eyes.

Still, Atalanti was right about a few things.

For the past few months, he has been refusing to acknowledge these feelings.

But when he looked at her, his heart would be lit and burned like a candle.

This... I'm afraid it's love.

He is in love with her.

The scenery on both sides of the Po River is excellent, and there are farmers fishing with their children.

When they disembarked for a tour, a peasant woman who had been a maid suddenly recognized Leonardo Da Vinci, and expressed her appreciation for his paintings, and gave them a large glass of malt wine and freshly grilled fish. .

The farmer had obviously heard his name before, so he dragged his youngest son over excitedly.

"Sir, is there any shortage of apprentices in your workshop?!" He raised his voice and said, "Although my son is a little young, he can help carry buckets!"

Heidi subconsciously looked at the three or four-year-old boy, and noticed the blue scars on his arms.

The little boy looked innocent, with fair skin and slightly curly hair, as if an angel from a mural had descended into the world.

He would have been cuter if he hadn't been wearing such tattered clothes, or the thorn marks on his elbows and calves.

There is no child labor in this era, and people are struggling to make a living.

If the child stays here, he will only continue to stumble and help with the farm work, and he will inevitably be beaten up by his biological parents.

Heidi sighed and exchanged glances with Leonardo.

The other party hesitated, but still agreed.

"What's your name?"

The little boy looked at them timidly, his eyes watery like a baby bird.

"Da... da Oreno."

Heidi nodded, then asked the farmer's name, and learned that he was a tenant in a nearby vineyard.

The woman showed a relieved expression when she learned that there was a lack of a mouth to eat at home.

The farmer thanked them again and again, and gave them a newly caught pike.

On the way back, Heidi still felt a little funny——

Why do you feel like a family of three?

The little boy obviously didn't think that he would be allocated his own bedroom and bed without having to sleep by the grain pile. He looked embarrassed and embarrassed.

Heidi taught him general common sense in a gentle manner, and told him not to do any farm work, but to help her buy some fruits or flowers every day.

"Okay...Okay." The little boy raised his head and said, "Thank you!"

Strictly speaking, Da Vinci did not set up a private studio.

He still lives in the side yard, as a painter hired by the Medici.

In this era when the apprenticeship system prevailed, including himself, he grew up helping in the teacher's workshop, but he went to school and knew how to write and read.

This little boy has gradually become lively and cheerful, and he will take the initiative to hand him brushes and scrapers, and watch him paint by the side.

Sometimes when Da Vinci looked at him, he thought of himself when he was a child.

At that time, he would not be hugged and praised even in front of his grandfather and grandmother.

The only person who is full of warmth is his uncle - he takes himself to play and study, he is really kind and kind.

Now when I meet this little boy, the pleasant feeling of getting along with my uncle in the past seems to have gradually returned.

Da Vinci used to not be able to understand why Heidi was gentle and equal to Atalanti, nor would he whip and scold him viciously when he knocked over the glass vessel.

But when he starts to treat this child in the same way, there is also a sense of peace of being healed in his heart.

D'Oreno is now more than four years old, and he learns everything very quickly.

Heidi tried to let him learn to read and read like she taught Atalante, but unfortunately the child is always inattentive, and his eyes are always fixed on her quill.

She didn't ask much, and turned to study other things.

Due to the lack of orders for the time being, Da Vinci gradually had more free time.

He would accompany her to visit the antique market and choose a gilt fountain pen with a cursive pattern inlaid with rubies.

He would also randomly pick a bouquet of wild daisies on the side of the road and weave her a wreath of just the right size.

Now that the source of income is gradually stable, and the penicillin is not much but enough, Heidi gradually has free time to find all kinds of fun.

The first thing she thought of was the wonderful designs in Da Vinci's manuscripts.

"Leo—will you still show me your manuscript?"

The young man was taken aback for a moment, and quickly took some of it.

Heidi sat beside him and began to concentrate on the illustrations and explanations inside.

Da Vinci stared at her drooping black hair and long eyelashes, and breathed a little easier.

Heidi saw many interesting things-bridges, guns, thermometers, strange robot-like creatures, and flying machines.

"This..." She pointed to the bike path that looked like it had bat wings: "Is it used for flying?"

Da Vinci's attention quickly shifted to the illustration, and he nodded earnestly: "I think that if the wings are flapped up and down by stepping on the pedals, people can fly into the sky."

Heidi chuckled, shook her head and said, "I'm afraid this cannot be established."

The weight of a person will become the greatest resistance, not to mention that the material of the wings cannot be ordinary linen.

"However," she turned her head to look at him, blinked her eyes with a smile, "I can make something similar for you to see."

One of her former associates was an aircraft designer.

The other party tried to improve the performance of the aircraft, but always believed that the wing should be an ellipse that was split in two—because the old design drafts were all like this.

"No..." She asked back then: "Do you think the bird's wings are laid horizontally like this?"

Whether it is a seagull or a robin, their wings are both curved and backwards.

At that time, people didn't know what aerodynamics was, and their understanding of many things was still in its infancy.

But it turns out that her opinion is correct——

The wing was designed with a '∧' design under her words, and the speed and fuel consumption have also been significantly improved.

Heidi brought the manuscript and wanted to explain the specific principles to him.

"Hey... where's my pen?"

-2-

She has the habit of putting everything in order, and she is quite good at summarizing and organizing.

The ruby ​​fountain pen they found in the antique market should be placed in this small paulownia box.

But there were several other pens in the box, except the one he gave her.

Heidi fiddled with the other pens in the box subconsciously, and then began to rummage through the tabloids and books on the desktop. The pen seemed to have evaporated from the world, leaving no trace at all.

"Did you take it out last time?" Da Vinci got up to help her find it in the corner and the bottom of the cabinet, wondering, "I saw it yesterday?"

"No, I won't take this thing out casually."

It's worth forty ducats.

Heidi sighed, thinking that she might have forgotten in a hurry, she waved her hand and said, "Maybe it will be there when Dejo cleans up the house in two days, it doesn't matter."

She pulled out another pen and showed him the design of the hang glider, and the structure of the small plane.

The word plane means "to make... smooth" in ancient Latin, and it also means a planer.

Heidi forced it to be associated with the aircraft, and then explained to him the relationship between power and weight.

"If it's that kind of stepping tool, the force generated by the flapping of the wings is not enough to lift people up, let alone lift them up high." Heidi explained: "Unless they are replaced with stronger and more stretched wings, but in that case, Only a strong man can perform this deed."

"And the Hercules themselves would increase in weight."

"Yes." She took a sip of the orange juice, and began to draw a graffiti-like draft beside her.

"I don't understand...how can birds fly?"

"Because..." Heidi froze for a moment, and suggested, "Why don't we go and dissect a bird."

Da Vinci couldn't help laughing: "Okay."

They bought a pigeon, decapitated it graciously, and began stripping it of its feathers, disposing of its guts and flesh in the afternoon sun.

The little boy came back with a bouquet of flowers and newspapers, and obediently greeted the two of them in the yard.

"Good afternoon - Dar Oreno." Heidi lowered her head and showed him the internal structure of the bird: "Look, there is no rectum, no need to store feces, this is one of the ways to reduce weight."

"There are still bones..." Da Vinci vaguely noticed something.

He peeled off two bones, weighed them and cut them open again: "It seems that the inside is hollow?"

In addition to the long coat, they discern the presence of air sacs and lungs.

Heidi took some notes by the side, tore a piece of paper and folded it into a paper airplane, motioning him to look here.

She determined the direction and angle of the wind, and sent the small triangle-shaped paper airplane into the air——

The origami roamed around like a bird, and even made two turns in the air.

"How did you do this—" Da Vinci showed a surprised expression: "Can you teach me?"

Heidi lowered her head and tore off two more sheets of paper, teaching him how to fold out the wings and fuselage.

"And if the wings are kneaded into a cylinder-like shape, the way you fly will change."

The man concentrated on imitating her bending marks, and after a while, he folded the same works.

He raised his hand to let it fly away, and couldn't help laughing.

Heidi looked at him sideways, and suddenly had a better idea.

"If we find thin wooden boards and rubber bands..." She quickly pulled him to wash his hands: "We can create works that can fly higher and faster."

This kind of material is estimated to be found in the grocery market.

Heidi and he talked about how to store kinetic energy and design wings, all the way to the crowded grocery market.

Women are selling seafood around big baskets, and vendors are selling honey and syrup.

There are also people performing tricks, and all kinds of messy gadgets on the booth are dizzying.

Should the rubber band be made of cowhide or tendon... She thought of the model airplanes made by those children, and kept looking for similar materials.

Leonardo also probably knew what she wanted to do, and followed her to look for it.

He saw various wooden and silver rings, and a fountain pen... gilded and set with rubies.

Leonardo froze for a moment, then subconsciously asked, "Where did this come from?"

This is definitely not another one, the wear marks on it are familiar and visible.

The peddler showed a sly smile and said mysteriously, "This is the biggest bargain I found today—a kid said he found this on the side of the road and sold it to me for five gold coins."

"Found it?!"

"Heh—who knows where he stole it from?" The peddler waved his hand and said, "Maybe some maid's child sneaked into the master's room."

Heidi just happened to come over, and the moment she saw the pen, she realized what happened.

Her pen actually appeared here, like stolen goods.

The peddler saw a well-dressed young woman approaching, held up the gold pen and said, "An old pen from the old Duke of Venice—would you like to think about it?"

Heidi froze for a moment, and asked directly, "How much?"

"Twelve gold coins!" He tried to give a figure that was reasonable enough in the concept: "It can't be any cheaper!"

"What does that boy look like?" Da Vinci frowned, "Curly hair?"

"Yes, with curly hair, she looks quite cute." The peddler smacked his lips and said, "Maybe some illegitimate child sold his father's things."

When the two returned with their pens, they were a little silent.

Heidi didn't expect that it would be D'Aurono who stole her pen-such a young child not only knew how to rummage in the bedroom to find things, but also sold it on the same day.

How could there be such a terrible behavior?

She put the pen away, and explained to Da Vinci: "When you go back, don't punish him."

Da Vinci breathed a sigh of relief, and explained: "Explain to him well, and you should know what's wrong."

Heidi nodded.

When they walked into the house, there was a sudden knocking sound from the bedroom.

Heidi subconsciously walked in quickly, and found that the boy was standing beside the bedpost in a panic, with something clearly protruding from his clothes.

She frowned and said, "Daorenno, we know what you're doing."

The little boy began to tremble, as if remembering the scene of being beaten, he whispered: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

Da Vinci looked at him worriedly, sighed and said, "Take out the things, little devil."

I don't know why the name Sarai is called, but Heidi's ears sound a bit doting and helpless.

Leonardo didn't simply think that this kid was naughty, did he?

The boy took out the small pocket clock hidden in his clothes, and carefully placed it on the table next to him.

Before Heidi could speak, he began to sob softly, with tears streaming down his face.

"I was wrong...I just wanted to show Dad this thing..."

"Little devil, this kind of thing is wrong, do you know?" Da Vinci knelt down and touched his head, his tone was gentle but serious: "You can't take things that don't belong to you, let alone hide them." .”

Heidi motioned him to come to her side first, and asked again: "Daolenno, did you take anything else?"

The boy cried even more aggrieved, and began to sob and tremble: "No—no."

She frowned and took out the pen in her pocket: "Then what is this?"

"This—" the boy showed a panicked expression, and took a step back, as if he was about to be abused by her: "I don't know, ma'am, please don't punish me—"

Heidi took a deep breath, "Daoleno, crying won't solve anything."

"I know what you have done, but you must not do evil for any reason."

The boy cried louder, wiped his tears carelessly and said, "I haven't seen it, and I don't know what you're talking about, I'm really sorry..."

He cried aggrieved and pitifully, like a little angel tortured by a demon, his pretty face was covered with tears.

Da Vinci looked at her a little bit unbearably, and was stopped by her before he opened his mouth to try to calm things down.

"I will give you another chance." Heidi said seriously, "You have to be responsible for what you do."

"Today you can only sleep in the woodshed, and you can't drink orange juice."

"If I see something like this again, we will send you back to your father directly, do you hear me?"

The little boy choked and nodded, still trying to refute: "I really haven't seen this thing, please believe me..."

Children's innocence and stupidity have always been accompanied by each other.

Heidi sighed inwardly, and signaled him to go out and wash his face first.

She turned her head and saw Da Vinci standing beside him with a complicated expression, and suddenly realized something.

Maybe because of this incident, he thought of himself who was crying helplessly when he was a child.

When he was a child...would he also have bad memories?

Just now...was he afraid that he would physically punish the boy?

-3-

"Leonardo?"

Da Vinci came back to his senses, looked at her and said, "This child... is really naughty."

Heidi reached out and touched his forehead, her tone slowed down a bit: "I can't condone him, but there is no need to take extreme behavior."

She gave birth to and raised three children in her previous life and has always been a kind and sensible mother.

She knows how to treat such a child.

"Maybe he really wants to bring some money back to his family." Da Vinci explained subconsciously: "We can't think badly of him."

Heidi stared at him, and took a long time to look away.

His actions and words are actually the opposite.

Although he was called a little devil and blamed him for not following the rules, his behavior was also subconsciously helping him to cover up and mediate.

Deep down in his heart, he actually didn't want to see the boy being too wronged.

This kind of compensatory psychology... probably has something to do with his cold childhood.

In the next few days, the days gradually returned to calm.

Whether it is a pen or an ornament, nothing is lost.

The little boy obviously has a long memory. Although he became a little more timid when he saw her, he gradually became more agile in doing things.

In order to reward his progress, Heidi gave him a few small toys, and the boy laughed again after a long absence.

News came from Florence again, and it was said that the lord's condition was still recurring, but she did not urge her to go back.

I heard that there is a strange disease on the vine leaves in some vineyards over there, but fortunately, the situation is not serious at present.

In addition, there are other letters sent over one after another.

There are greetings from the Principality of Ferrara and letters from other old friends in Florence.

Several old nobles kindly invited her to some celebration or banquet, and Botticelli sent his distant greetings in Rome.

When Heidi came back from patrolling the ranch, she was in a bad mood.

Successive rains have dampened the grass barn, and many cows are sick, and it is not sure whether they are sick.

The weather in November is humid and rainy. The square in front of the Milan Church is like a large smooth mirror, and the reflections of pedestrians are quite clear.

When she returned with her umbrella, she found Leonardo waiting for her at the door.

Heidi suddenly realized something.

He seemed to be waiting for his return this year.

She didn't remember when it started, but he stopped staying in the church from afternoon to late night, and began to often spend time in the studio painting, but he refused to show her his drawings.

And he would always bring her some snacks, although they were not very delicate food, they happened to be her favorite flavors.

Some silent things...have become habits inadvertently.

Due to the hazy drizzle, the man hadn't seen her yet, and suddenly sneezed while holding the umbrella.

The 30-year-old Leo is tall and gentle, and occasionally has a childish side.

But in the face of war and politics, he is more mature than anyone else.

She couldn't help smiling, and walked forward slowly.

Leonardo finally saw her, and quickly walked over to help her shield from the light rain beside her.

"Your clothes are all wet..." He subconsciously said, "Go back and enjoy the fire, I have prepared mulled wine."

"Is it the barrel made last year?" She let him take the things in her hands, and breathed a long sigh of relief: "I'm really freezing, and the temperature suddenly dropped today, and the wind outside is so strong."

When she walked into the room, she suddenly smelled something sweet.

"Leo—" Heidi suddenly looked forward to it: "What delicious food did you bring back this time?"

The young man smiled cautiously, and showed her the custard almond cake he baked by himself.

"Today is your birthday." He whispered, "Happy birthday, Hedwig."

Birthdays were originally banned by the Christian court because it was a pagan tradition that came from ancient Greece.

Fortunately, from the lord to them, almost no one really took the so-called dogma to heart.

Heidi froze for a moment, and gave him a big hug: "I forgot—is today November [-]th?!"

"Actually, I have prepared another gift for you." Leonardo handed her a glass of warm wine, and hugged the painting next to her.

"It's not that I didn't want to show it to you before, it's just that some details haven't been completed yet." His voice was a little embarrassed, with a bit of teenage anxiety: "I... drew a portrait of you."

The slender white fingers lifted the cloth, and the beauty in the painting shone brightly in the candlelight.

She was wearing a luxurious purple dress, and her oriental black hair was scattered on both sides of her shoulders.

There was a gentle smile in the light blue eyes, and the fair skin was flimsy, and the color was extremely natural.

Heidi stood there in a daze, and suddenly felt that something was touched in her heart.

She didn't expect that after he got purple, the first painting was for her.

And she had never seen such a beautiful portrait.

From the luster of the lips to the embellishment of gemstones in the hair, the soft lines seem to be infused with emotion and soul, making people unable to move their eyes for a long time.

Heidi once envied Simonetta, but not because she was loved and chased by so many people.

Botticelli loved her deeply, and also painted a delicate and beautiful portrait of her.

She saw that painting later in the Uffizi Gallery, from the broken hair to the tracing of the eyes, it was as beautiful as a love poem.

But she never thought that she would own such a painting.

Heidi looked at herself in the painting, and couldn't find any adjectives to praise it.

A quiet and steady posture, and those warm and divine eyes...

"leo..." she murmured, "This is the most thoughtful and beautiful gift I have ever received."

This painting spans 500 years and is as beautiful as stars in the knot of time.

She never thought that she would come to the starting point of the Renaissance, let alone that she would meet Da Vinci and come to Milan with him.

But all these are gifts like a dream.

Da Vinci felt relieved, but still cautiously said: "What do you think...?"

"It's beautiful." Her eyes were a little moist, and her voice was as gentle as a whisper: "It's beautiful."

When Heidi turned her head to look at him, she found that the other person's expression was also sincere and anxious.

She suddenly had a vague and absurd guess in her heart.

Leo, he won't...to himself...

No... how come, he is Da Vinci, that mythical figure in history...

Heidi felt that she might be in a daze because of her birthday, but she still approached him.

When she got close to him, she could hear the originally long and calm breathing sound a bit quick.

do you...

"Thank you." She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, still maintaining a polite and restrained smile: "You are the best painter in my heart."

At the moment of her probing, the man lost his mind for a moment.

Leonardo finally understood what it felt like when his heart missed a beat.

He even wanted to reach out and hug her tightly so that she would stay in his arms forever.

The faint scent of hyacinth leaves one's mind blank, and thoughts of longing for more intimacy sprout like vines.

"I wish you a long life." He whispered, "Happy forever."

After dinner, Atalanti routinely came to hand over the work to her with the books and reports.

He is now like a small boss, and he has trained a lot of capable subordinates.

Not only was she organized, but she also remembered to send her a porcelain vase from the East to celebrate her birthday.

"By the way," he remembered something, and suddenly said, "Leonardo is in a bad mood today—he received a letter from his father."

Heidi froze for a moment, she had no memory of this at all.

From entering to leaving, he was always smiling and telling jokes to make himself happy.

Does he... feel sad?

"whats the matter?"

"I asked him. It was Piero who wrote again." The young man clicked his tongue, shook his head and said, "He gave birth to a half-brother to Mr. Leonardo, and specially wrote Letter to him."

It is clear that Piero sees him as a mature and independent person, and never considers his own feelings as his child.

Heidi grasped the handkerchief subconsciously, a little speechless.

"Is he... very sad today?"

"Well, a person sat by the window very depressed for a long time, and I can't persuade him." Atalanti sighed: "The feeling of parents remarrying and having children is probably the same as being abandoned."

The most intimate and familiar existence in this world is not only far away from him, but also seems to have nothing to do with it.

They have the energy to raise more children, but they have never considered his feelings as a child.

Heidi was speechless for a while, and hurriedly got up and said, "I should talk to him."

The boy stood up understandingly and waved his hand to say goodbye.

Leo encountered such a terrible letter today, but he still remembered to celebrate her birthday and make her happy.

What kind of mood is he smiling?

When Heidi rushed into the bedroom, she found Leonardo still reading the letter.

She didn't bother to explain those, and gave him a hug that was warm enough and strong enough.

"Leo, don't think about those things..." Heidi murmured, "At least I'm here with you."

The young man froze for a moment, trying to pretend he didn't know anything: "I'm fine, don't worry about me."

She sighed, hugged him and said slowly: "Some things are irreversible, we can only watch it fall into the abyss."

"But you are worthy of being loved, and it has nothing to do with them."

"You are excellent, caring, kind and talented, your existence is not a mistake."

You are not the one who was thrown out.

Leonardo was silent for a long time, then reached out and hugged her back.

"Thank you..." He whispered: "I do feel so sad." Something went wrong, please refresh and try again