Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day

Da Vinci soon had a new commission - Sforza wanted him to help design a castle for the palace, and it was the kind with a double spiral staircase.

Heidi picked a time to customize a set of tools for him.

Leather goods to protect the wrist, steel files that are sharp enough, compasses and tape measures with higher precision...

She is used to the daily life of teaching him various methods, and she is constantly inspired by him.

In the recent period, Heidi has begun to prepare to write a new book, which systematically discusses the operational issues of chemical experiments.

She was originally the beneficiary of modern science, but now she has transformed into the existence of the founder.

What Heidi thinks more about is not how to transfer those modern contents to the present and use them for profit.

Like her previous life, she was thinking about how to create something more practical and necessary.

But in that increasingly open and free world, people do nothing to flatter the gods, and love and desire are also things that can be equally accepted.

In such a dark age, if she can protect women and children, reduce the premature death rate and lead the people to avoid the plague, the significance will be more long-term than the creation of radio.

Heidi was a little tired from work, she reached out and rubbed the bridge of her nose, and suddenly saw a pair of smiling brown eyes outside the window.

"Leo—" she subconsciously called out, "Have you returned from the Sforza Palace?"

"Come with me," Da Vinci put a newly picked bunch of white hyacinths into a vase through the window, and motioned for her to come out: "I finally made it, the thing you talked about earlier."

Heidi didn't react for a while, and followed his footsteps to the backyard.

A few craftsmen brought something over, bowed to the two of them out of breath, and left whistling after receiving the reward.

Inside the rattan basket were two huge wooden wheels, sawtooth-like iron chains, and some triangular wooden frames.

——When Leonardo da Vinci was drawing the means of transportation, she mentioned this sentence. She did not expect that after half a month, everything from the drawings to the parts would be ready.

Heidi smiled and helped him take out the two wheels. The two controlled the position of the wooden wheels and began to fix these things with nails and ropes.

It was obviously a bicycle, the wheels had been wrapped with crush-resistant leather, and the shape of the steering wheel and pedals was also very consistent with her memory.

Da Vinci was a little unsure about the position of the pedals, halfway through he hurriedly ran to get a notepad, and calculated the positions of various angles and distances.

"If the distance between the two tires is shortened or extended, will it be more labor-saving or labor-intensive to ride?" He writes very fast, and even gradually ignores the existence of Heidi, and devotes himself to studying the relationship between the frame and the support Relationship.

Heidi squatted down and picked up the nails in the toolbox while he was distracted again.

This is not a screw, but a nail with a helix.

"leo," she frowned, seeing that he was still calculating quickly, she raised her voice again, "leo!"

Leonardo raised his head, and squatted beside her in two or three steps, with a concerned and cautious expression: "Did you accidentally scratch it?"

"Look at this," she stretched out her hand to show him the iron nail, and asked, "Are people using this now?"

Leonardo laughed and explained: "Adding a helix to the edge increases the friction and makes the nail bite even tighter."

I have already thought of this step, can't these craftsmen be smarter.

Heidi took the pencil in his hand and drew on the notebook on his knee.

"Look." She drew the hexagonal nut and the spiral pattern of the nail: "If you add a restraint to this nail, what will the friction be?"

"But the end of the nail—no, we can smooth the end of the nail and keep it the same thickness as the top," Leonardo thought faster and faster, holding a draft: "As long as there is a good enough nail A hole tool would do - like a drill!"

Heidi laughed and nodded, "It will be more reliable than nails, and it won't hurt people's fingers."

Leonardo helped her stand up, leaned over to help her pat the dust off her dress, lowered his head and laughed: "Sometimes I feel that I am different from everyone else."

"The things they love and awe, the things they obsess over and resist, seem to have nothing to do with me."

Compared with the estrangement of his parents, what he felt from adolescence to youth was more a kind of loneliness of being out of gregariousness.

When he said Mass and shared the Holy Communion, he seemed to be acting like a pious city citizen.

"But," he raised his head, held the blueprint and stared at her and said, "After meeting you, I suddenly discovered that there are people like me."

It turned out that some people thought the Bible was boring, so they could accompany him to study the skeleton of a frog for an afternoon, and they also bought cow blood and pig lungs together for various experiments.

"What you imagined and created is like a dream," Leonardo paused, then asked in a slow tone, "Heidi, did you feel lonely before you came to Florence?"

She froze for a moment, and for a moment, she suddenly wanted to tell him all the things she had experienced.

The whole life she once had, the many regrets she could not ask for, and countless stories of frustration and misinterpretation.

Not recognized, not understood, not accepted.

I have concealed my Jewish identity for most of my life, I am not reconciled to movies and performances, and there are many moments when I am treated as a buffoon.

She has been lonely.Lonely enough to want to tell him that I actually come from 500 years ago and know everything about you.

You will become a great artist unparalleled in the world, and your story will be eulogized by future generations.

Seeing her silence for a long time, Leonardo thought that he had asked some impolite question, and quickly said: "I didn't mean to ask this, please don't mind."

Heidi looked up at him, still imagining the impossible choice.

How would leo feel if she told him everything she really knew?

Horror?anger?Or a deeper sense of powerlessness——

In the future 500 years later, there are countless things he fantasizes and longs for, but after all, it is the end that he cannot reach?

She suddenly felt that this choice was naive and cruel.

"I just suddenly remembered a ballad from my hometown," Heidi continued to assemble chains and brakes according to her memory. She didn't want to touch those memories and thoughts again, so she changed the subject and sang a nostalgic old song for him. Song: "moonriver, widerthanamile.i'mcrossingyouinstylesomeday—"

oh, dreammaker, you heartbreaker

wherever you're going, i'm going your way

That year, "Breakfast at Tiffany's" was popular all over the United States. Hepburn, holding a guitar, sat on the window and sang, leaving countless people with immortal memories.

And the way Heidi sang at this moment is equally gentle and touching.

The soothing lullaby-like ballads flow in the silent courtyard, and the slightly hoarse voice is lazily reminiscent of the boats roaming on the Po River.

Leonardo stared at her intently for a few seconds, then fetched the lyre from the nearby hut, raised his hand and raised the bow.

The silky and long piano sound lingers along with the singing, just like a bend in the river carrying the light boat, the moonlight passes through the spruce trees, and spreads on the sparkling water like light satin.

"There's such a lott world see," she realized that he was playing the piano, and suddenly laughed as she sang: "we're after that same rainbow'send, waiting round the bend..."

When the last sound was blowing away in the wind, Leonardo stopped, wanting to tell her something.

He knew that there were countless secrets about her, so it became more and more difficult for him to resist everything related to her.

Strange language, bold ideas, and countless things related to medical mechanical guns...

That delicate and classically beautiful face was the last precious thing he saw.

Loving her felt like a half-shared heart, beating with her breath, pausing with her frown.

I... don't know how long I have loved you.

Maybe for a few months, but it also seems to have been like this from the beginning.

Heidi...

She realized something and was about to explain when she heard Dejo's voice.

"My lord—" she is still used to using this address: "Sarai stole someone else's wallet in the market, and is being beaten now, why don't you go and have a look?"

Da Vinci was taken aback for a moment, and then heaved a long sigh.

Heidi realized something, put the half-assembled bicycle aside, hurriedly took the shawl and walked out with him.

The little boy had already been severely whipped several times, his eyes were red from crying, and he was struggling desperately like a wounded animal.

Heidi stopped the rough shoemaker in the past, bowed and apologized while explaining, and promised to compensate him accordingly.

Sarai fled directly into Da Vinci's arms the moment the shoemaker let go, crying out of breath, and still clutching the hem of his clothes tightly, not daring to let go.

It looked like the shoemaker was bullying him.

"This little bastard not only stole my wallet, but also spent all the two lire in it!" The shoemaker almost yelled angrily: "How many pairs of shoes do I need to exchange for two gold coins! You put What did you do with the money?!"

The boy almost buried his head in Da Vinci's clothes, trembling helplessly and fearfully, but refused to speak.

Heidi frowned and said, "Leo, let him go first."

Da Vinci hesitated for a moment: "He is too young, and he was beaten so hard, I'm worried..."

"We are all here, no one will hurt him." Heidi repeated: "You let him stand here first."

The shoemaker cursed viciously, and after a long while the child stood by her hand humbly.

Heidi noticed something different.

He has a new pair of shoes, but obviously they didn't buy them today, and there is still a little duck down on the side.

She didn't take care of his affairs in the past four or five days, and she didn't notice these changes.

Not only that, the socks and shirt are also brand new, and the material is also very good.

There is only one person who can afford these expenses.

Leonardo.

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"Child," she kept rational and calm: "Where did you spend the money?"

The little boy tried to escape the problem by crying again, struggling to escape to Da Vinci.

The latter looked unbearable, but it was not easy to stop Heidi.

She squeezed the boy's hand and repeated: "This is your choice, no one has forced you."

"Fennel candy," the boy whispered, "There is still something to eat."

The shoemaker rolled his eyes and seemed about to start swearing again.

Heidi directly took out four gold coins and handed them to him: "This matter is due to our ineffective supervision, please calm your anger."

She solved the problem as briefly and neatly as possible, and brought Sarai and Da Vinci back from the market.

Sarai was locked in the room and told to 'calm down and think about what you are doing'.

Heidi closed the door before turning to look at Da Vinci.

"Did you buy all those on him?" She asked.

Leonardo hesitated for a moment, but nodded.

"He used to be so pitiful." He said softly, "I just want to treat him better. Dejo has a fleece cape, doesn't he?"

Heidi reached out and rubbed the center of her brows, realizing where the problem was.

The difference between her and him is not in the concept of education, but in his instinctive desire to make up for his past self.

Judging from the fineness of the socks and shirt, they were definitely not what an apprentice from Sarai should match.

During the days when she neglected the details, the boy clearly traded his coquettish and pitiful appearance for a good deal.

Children are like beasts, with more primitive and direct sense of smell.

Even if they can't speak, they can tell who is friendly and who has bad intentions.

And when facing a mother-like existence full of forbearance and love, they will bite and scratch instead—because they intuitively know that the other party will not leave, and will only continue to endure silently.

Heidi couldn't accuse him more, she just sighed at this moment and explained: "We can't keep him anymore."

Da Vinci raised his head in astonishment, subconsciously trying to defend him: "Sarai is just too young and naughty, he is kind by nature - when I am tired, he will even tiptoe to help me Rubbing his shoulders, he's a good boy, Heidi."

Heidi frowned and shook her head, "We've talked openly and honestly."

"The first stealing can be taught, but the second time you should just let him go."

Probably because this has something to do with the word abandonment, Da Vinci covered his forehead, embarrassed and frustrated.

"Heidi, give him another chance."

"We never lost money to him on food and clothing, and he did it just for fun."

"Isn't this a more dangerous existence?" Heidi asked back: "Do you think he will repent?"

She opened the door and let the kid come out.

Sarai looked innocent and pitiful like an angel again, still sobbing softly.

He was obviously terrified. He first glanced at Heidi in fear before fleeing into Da Vinci's arms.

"Do you know it's wrong?" Da Vinci's tone was reproachful with distress: "There must be no next time, you know?"

After the next time, is there a next time?

"No." Heidi saw his calm attitude, her tone was calm and indifferent: "He should go."

Her words must not lose their effectiveness.

Give in once today, and there will be no deterrence in the future, and in the end it will only be the same as hearing nothing.

What's more, the child has never apologized since he was caught and watched her pay the gold coins until now.

She doesn't owe him anything.

"I will arrange for Dejo to send him away tonight."

She couldn't allow this kind of unstable factor to exist in her environment—not to mention the relationship between this child and her was not a dependent or a caretaker.

"Heidi - can we talk about it slowly tomorrow?" Da Vinci protected him and took care of her emotions as much as possible: "We don't need to be so anxious, let's take a good rest today, you are tired too Isn't it?"

Heidi suddenly laughed.

She actually still wanted to tell him her origin, and once tried to contact and know him with the same posture as modern people.

"Okay." She said softly, "You guys have a good rest tonight."

At this moment, Heidi suddenly realized that probably because she was too tolerant to him before, he was actually the same as that child.

Pulling her to dissect the corpse, complaining about the Holy See in front of her, being lazy and refusing to paint, longing for her approval and acceptance.

A little self-willed, also likes to act like a baby.

——He protected that shameless child because he knew she would let him.

But she doesn't like this kind of role, and she doesn't intend to continue like this.

The first time she went back to her bedroom, she locked the door and drew all the curtains.

When she fell down on the big soft bed, Heidi closed her eyes to sort out her emotions, and let out a long sigh.

She knows why she is angry.

From her birthday to the present, she has always felt that he has a good impression of her.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she was actually touched by him, and she would even consider getting in touch with him more.

But the reality told her that they were not as tacit and tender as imagined.

Many things may be just silly fantasies of getting younger.

Suddenly the door was knocked three times.

Heidi sat up and subconsciously gathered her dress and long hair.

"My lord." Dejo's tone was a little anxious: "Florence sent an urgent letter, saying that the grape disease is getting worse, and it's like a strange disease."

It's Dejo.

"Kehima asks if you know the solution, they are still praying to the gods and pouring potions to exorcise evil spirits."

Heidi froze for a moment, stood up and said, "How serious is it?"

"This strange disease has already broken out in three manors one after another, and the grapes can't be eaten at all—but the bugs can't be seen at all." Dejo murmured: "The devil is definitely here."

She walked over wearily and opened the door, took the letter and read it for a long time.

——Lorenzo really did as she expected, after waking up, he returned to the cold state, like an emotionless machine.

Even in this situation, he chose to deal with these matters by himself and did not ask her for help.

"Dejo," she sighed, "what is Mr. Da Vinci doing?"

"Sarai's cheeks are swollen and she's still crying." Dejo seemed to know something, and he quite agreed with the name "little devil": "Do you need me to ask him to go back with you?"

"No need." She said lightly, "Just pack up your things and bring the bottles of potions I prepared earlier."

"Okay, my lord."

Da Vinci managed to coax the poor child to sleep when he suddenly heard the sound of a carriage in the distance.

It's so late, who will come?

He put on his robe and subconsciously walked to the atrium, only to see her being helped into a new carriage, and even her luggage was ready.

"Heidi——" Da Vinci suddenly felt flustered, and even raised his voice a little higher: "Where are you going?"

"There is an entrustment from the lord in Florence." She looked at him calmly, and her tone was no longer mixed with other emotions: "I'll go back."

"I'll go back with you, maybe I can help you." Da Vinci walked over subconsciously, wanting to approach her carriage: "What happened to the south?"

"No, just stay here." She said lightly, "I can solve these problems myself."

Before he could hold back another word, the carriage disappeared into the night, leaving him alone in this empty home.

Da Vinci stood there alone for a long time, somewhat at a loss and panicked.

Something changed, as if they were suddenly far apart.

He had never felt this way before an employer as demanding and moody as Sforza.

But when she left, it seemed that he was suddenly poured a bucket of cold water.

He was used to exposing his soft side to her, but he didn't expect it to develop to this point.

Would you rather walk through the night alone... than take me with you?

He kept Sarai only out of kindness, and he really couldn't bear to see the child's wronged and pitiful appearance.

But he didn't expect that she would really do this, and she left without any hesitation.

Heidi arrived in Florence on the night of the ninth day.

It is now March in 1485, the night wind is breezy and cool, and there are still bells ringing beside the carriage.

She has been away from Florence for two years.

But when I came back, it seemed like everything was yesterday.

Nothing had changed in the old city, not even the ivy snaking its way across the stone walls as it had been when she first came.

The carriage stopped at the gate of Ducale Palace, where Botticelli and the Medici family stood.

She walked down with some unsteady footsteps, Lorenzo wanted to take a step forward, but Botticelli had already walked over quickly.

"Heidi—you are finally back," he said with a big laugh, "now you are as outstanding and beautiful as the goddess Aglaia."

She smiled and hugged him, letting him kiss the back of her hand.

Botticelli glanced at the empty carriage, but didn't ask why Da Vinci didn't come back.

He handed her a glass of warm wine, and the lord's wife next to her greeted her with a smile, and all the people walked back slowly under the lights.

The man with the cane glanced indifferently at the last quarter moon beside the layer of clouds, and he breathed a sigh of relief after a long time.

His eyes are like a deep pool of water, and there will still be waves when he looks at her back.

The author has something to say: chasing wife crematorium opens (x)

It's impossible to get someone to fall in love with you...Especially a creature like a man really needs to be polished and grown up to be able to be together.

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I think this chapter may be sprayed, and some people have blocked it.

Put the original content of the biography here... for your reference↓

Vasari once commented on the beauty of Salai in this way: "In Milan, Leonardo gave one of his Milanese servants a nickname 'Salai'. He has a handsome face, delicate and beautiful, with a small curly hair. Nadeau liked it very much."

The account of these expenses begins "the next day," Monday, July 7:

The next day I had two shirts, a pair of stockings, and a jacket made for him.But when I had the money ready to buy these things, he stole the money from my wallet.Although I'm sure he did it, he won't admit it. (4 lire)

The next day I had dinner with Giacomo Andrea.This Giacomo paid 2 lire for the meal, and lost 4 lire for his mischief, because he broke three oil bottles on the table and spilled the wine.Then he went to dinner with me again, and there I was... (sentence not finished)

On September 9th he stole a pen worth 7 soles from Marco, who lived with me.It was a silver-tipped pen that he had stolen from his (Marco's) workshop.Marco searched the whole room and finally found the pen hidden in Giacomo's box. (22 lire)

Entry: On the following day, January 1, I was at the house of Mr. Galeazzo da San Severino to advise on the celebration of his jousting tournament.Some servants took off their clothes and changed into "wild man" costumes. One of the servants left his wallet in the clothes on the bed. Giacomo found the wallet and took all the money in it. (26 Lire 2 Sourdo)

Entry: In the same room, Master Agostino da Pavia gave me a Turkish hide to make a pair of boots.In less than a month, Giacomo stole the hide from me and sold it to a shoemaker for 20 soles.He later confessed to me that he spent all the money on anise candies. (2 lire)

条目：4月2日，乔凡·安东尼奥（即博尔特拉菲奥）将他的银尖笔忘在他的一幅素描上面，贾科莫趁机又将其偷走。这支笔价值24索尔多。（1里拉4索尔多）

In the margin, as a summary, Leonardo wrote four words: thief, liar, stubborn, greedy.This is the misdemeanor report on Giacomo.But there was perhaps a gleam of pleasure in the maestro's eye as he sent the letter.

Clothing expenses are listed at the end of the bill, which shows that Sarai purchased the following clothing: a cloak, six shirts, three jackets, four pairs of stockings, a doublet with lining, 24 pairs of shoes, A hat and some lace for a total value of 32 lire.The Cost of Costumes section begins with "Year One," and, like the rest of the document, there seems to be an excellent balance between accounting and romance.

Salai grows from a wily little liar in 1490 to the not-so-reliable young man we see in these portraits.The following documents confirm the "rich man" statement, because Leonardo, who was always thrifty, loved the young man very much, and spent a lot of money on him, buying him all kinds of gorgeous clothes.A note dated April 1497, 4 and titled "Expenses at Salerno" records a very fashionable cloak he gave to Salerno:

4 arms length silver cloth 15 lire 4 sourdo

Green velvet 9 lire for bordering

Ribbon 9 Sordo

Ringlet 12 Sordo

Ingredients 1 lira 5 sourdos

Ribbon 5 sordo sewn to the front

After writing down these expenses, Leonardo added: "Sarai stole those sourdoughs", presumably meaning that Sarai took the change.Sarai later got three more ducats, because "he said he would buy a pair of rose-coloured socks with lace with the money."

Leonardo also recorded the money he lent to Salai, who sometimes lent him small sums. In October 1508, "I lent Salai 10 crowns for his sister's dowry." Later, about 13, the "Moors" gave Leonardo a house outside the Vercellina gate, After Leonardo left Milan, he rented the house to Salai's father. The ownership or right to use the house seems to have passed to Salai. Salai repainted the house and sublet it to others.In his will, Leonardo bequeathed the house "forever" to Salai and his heirs.

Gifts are the means by which this relationship is maintained between the two of them.It can be seen that Sarai was a young man with no small amount of greed: he exploited his master's generosity and affection for him to obtain wealth.There were occasional quarrels between them, but it always ended in Leonardo's compromise. The following sentence is written on a page in the "Atlantic Codex": "Sarai, I want to rest, stop arguing, and stop arguing in the future, I surrender." (This sentence is not in Leonardo's handwriting, Somehow it was attached to a shopping list, maybe whoever wrote it just happened to overhear or overheard their conversation.)

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== I don't think it's da Vinci's love for him.

First of all, same-sex sexual behavior was considered to be 'pure/moral/holy' from ancient Greece to the Middle Ages, while bed affairs between men and women were considered depraved.

Da Vinci's description of him does not fully prove that they are a same-sex couple, but it feels like a distorted and sick relationship.

And the age difference is also terrible...the difference is about 30 years old.

Every time I see a very firm comment like 'Da Vinci is gay' in the comment area, I still sigh,

It’s not that “the author has to bend straight when he’s stupid when writing novels”, but that he is a very controversial figure in history, and the pain and childhood trauma he encountered are not understandable to ordinary people, so history Everyone commented that 'there is controversy over asexuality and homosexuality'.

Probably so.