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Da Vinci tried to continue living the same life as before in the days she was gone, but couldn't.

In fact, he knew what the word "lost" meant when he was very young, but after being tempted for too long, he suddenly saw her leave without looking back, and wanted to deny it in his heart.

He comforted himself that Heidi was only going to Florence to help, and he didn't need to worry too much.

But from Milan to there, it takes 20 days just to go back and forth, not to mention the time for other affairs afterwards.

On the first day, he pretended to be relaxed and continued to participate in the design of the stairs and towers in the Sforza court, and he was alone from morning to night.

Then I tossed and turned and didn't sleep well all night. I felt empty, as if there was a sudden wound somewhere, and people would occasionally pause for a few seconds when breathing.

When he awoke next morning, his first thought was—

When is Heidi coming back?

She still needs seven or eight days to reach Florence——

As soon as this idea appeared, the grievance and unwillingness in my heart meandered up like a creeper.

Such a long journey, obviously they can play the piano and sing with me, they can talk all night, can't they?

On the fifth day, Da Vinci had already started to think about writing a letter, or chasing her on horseback.

His hidden wounds are constantly accentuated every day, no, every hour.

It was as if a silk thread was tied to her heart and the other end was tied to her wrist.

The carriage on her side was bumping forward, and he could always feel the pull.

What Botticelli had talked to him about before had happened so truly.

"Love is not something that can be learned, Leon." There was pity and envy in his eyes, and his tone was quite complicated.

"You can only feel and experience it, like an inevitable east wind."

When Da Vinci rolled on the bed with his pillow in his arms, he finally realized this feeling.

It turns out that these things are completely different from the lingering descriptions in love poems.

He used to think that love was like a hangover, two people were crazy and demented infatuated with each other, and then began to have fun together greedily and crazily, just as he saw that there was no difference between men and women.

But he stayed in this courtyard alone as if he was guarding an isolated island, and he only felt more uneasiness, apprehension, and longing.

The emotion of missing is like a net that cannot escape.

He began to dream of her frequently.

Sometimes, I dreamed that she was sitting on a garden bench with a large bouquet of roses in her arms.

Sometimes, he would dream that Heidi was standing outside the bedroom window, smiling and teasing the white cat.

Heidi...

He fell asleep in the middle of the night when he suddenly heard something.

The bed curtain seemed to be lifted by someone, and a familiar figure appeared beside him.

It's you……

He could even make out the sound of her footsteps.

"You... are back?" Leonardo sat up in confusion, subconsciously wanting to apologize.

Damn, he was a little angry at first, shouldn't he question her properly?

Why did you leave in such a hurry?

Didn't you say you would always be by my side?

I haven't heard from you for so long, you liar.

But when he stared at her, he could only bow his head and apologize as if declaring surrender: "Heidi...I didn't mean to deny you before."

"Let's discuss things carefully in the future, and don't go away like this for a long time without coming back, okay?"

The other party smiled and slowly sat beside him.

Probably because the distance was too close, he was a little embarrassed and restless, but he was happy and happy inside.

It was as if he was suddenly soothed.

She cares about herself again, doesn't she?

"Heidi..." He whispered her name, watching the moonlight shroud her body like a veil.

She was so beautiful that he could stare at her all night without moving.

There was a gentle expression in those light blue eyes, and a cool hand suddenly covered his cheek.

He froze for a moment, and began to yearn for more.

hug me, okay?

The other party was like a banshee, as if she could really hear his desire.

But she didn't hug him, but slowly bent down, approaching his face.

Heidi...

He was so astonished that he didn't dare to move, he just waited silently for all this to happen.

That kiss was cold and pure, so beautiful that it made people want to sigh.

Da Vinci subconsciously stretched out his arms to wrap around her waist, and exchanged this kiss with her again with lowered eyes.

He had never had such contact with her before, but this kiss was lingering and long.

The anxiety in his heart was ignited again, as if it were a beast that could not be calmed down.

Wanting more, wanting to hold her tighter, to kiss her long eyelashes, her cheeks, everything about her...

The feeling of holding such a soft body in my arms is like hugging a cloud.

He felt her shallow breath and the softness of his lips, and his breathing began to become quick and pleasant.

He wanted to hold her hand tightly, but he couldn't find it.

The next second, there was an untimely knock on the door from afar.

"Mr. Da Vinci," the servant asked, "what would you like to eat this morning?"

When he came back to his senses, he suddenly realized that it was already dawn.

There was nothing beside his bed, and that kiss never existed.

She still hasn't come back.

"Mr. Da Vinci?" The servant seemed a little worried, and knocked on the door again: "You didn't eat anything yesterday afternoon or evening, should you have some oatmeal today?"

The man buried his face in the pillow and let out a long whine.

When Atalante came back to look for Heidi after finally finishing her business in the west and reuniting with her pregnant wife, she found Da Vinci's absent-minded look.

The boy has begun to be called Sarai by the servants—probably because Da Vinci has not paid much attention to him these days. The boy also broke several bowls and wine bottles, and once made the gatekeeper mention him. They all looked bored.

Atalanti didn't care why this little kid showed a pitiful look again, and only called Da Vinci into the studio.

"What's the matter with you, Leonardo?"

The painter tries to show that everything is fine: "I am healthy and there is nothing wrong with me."

"Really?" The boy mocked angrily, "You're almost singing an aria while hugging a pillar in the theater—how long has the paint box in your studio been empty? Why don't you wash it after you've used it up?"

Da Vinci wanted to deny this, but he was also a little annoyed.

Because she had gone away, he didn't even have anyone to get angry with, so he held it in silence for more than ten days.

"Heidi left for something, she will be back." He whispered.

"Will she?" The boy asked back, "What happened between you and her?"

"When I went back to Milan, I found that she left without even completing the handover of the ranch and workshop. It was almost like running away." Atalanti said with an emphasis: "Did you force her? Or did you do something more?" Something too much?"

Da Vinci didn't expect that he would want to go that way, and he frowned and explained the ins and outs.

"She'll be back soon," he repeated. "I'll just wait a few days."

After hearing these things, the boy covered his face and didn't speak for a long time.

"Leon, my dear Leon," he almost felt a little funny: "Have you never had any contact with a woman?"

Da Vinci showed an offended expression, and asked back: "You have been with us for so long, isn't it clear enough?"

That's it.

The young man showed a pitiful expression, shook his head and said, "She's angry with you."

"Is she angry with me?" Da Vinci showed a surprised expression instead: "Why?"

Atalanti didn't leave because he had known him for so long and had been his teacher.

"Leonardo, you have to understand that few women like to take care of such a troublesome child, let alone have nothing to do with her." He pressed his shoulder and looked directly at him, "And if you are also pampering troublesome children That person will only make her subconsciously want to stay away from you."

Da Vinci's thoughts were still stuck in the last sentence: "Is she angry with me?"

"Of course she's angry!"

"But she didn't show an angry expression, nor did she scold me." He explained in a panic, "She didn't even frown, Atalanti, are you thinking too much?"

"That's because she has always been very self-cultivated, and she has lost expectations of you."

The boy took a deep breath, wanting to shake all the water out of the teacher's mind.

"Leon, you can be a big boy in front of her, but more often than not, what women need is a man who is mature enough."

"The first sign of maturity is not to trouble her, do you understand?"

Da Vinci subconsciously stood up and sat down again immediately.

"I did something wrong," he murmured. "I should explain it to her. How about writing a letter?"

Atalanti once again muttered in his heart 'this man taught me for five years that I can't leave', took a deep breath and said, "You should go find her."

"Now, right now, right now."

"To find her?" Leonardo quickly stood up again, showing an expression of anxiety and anticipation: "Will she meet me?"

"Leon, you have to get back the brains you used for flying stunts and stage effects." Atalanti resisted the urge to hit his head and said: "She is angry with you, she wants to leave you Stay away, and she doesn't trust you so much anymore - if you still love her, you should chase her back, in a gentlemanly and mature way, understand?"

Leonardo grabbed his robe in a hurry, turned around and wanted to go out.

"I'm going to see her," he hurriedly said, "I'm going now."

"Hey——" Atalanti called out through the window: "Ride my horse—that horse is faster!" Error, please refresh and try again