Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day

Heidi thought she had heard it wrong, and subconsciously repeated, "Raphael?"

"Well," Botticelli motioned to the boy to help him go back to the studio to get the paint, then turned to look at her and said, "I hope it didn't trouble you, I just didn't think Da Vinci didn't come back."

She didn't expect that the child who will be called the saint of painting in the future is still so young. He looks innocent and kind at the age of three or four, but it doesn't seem to have anything to do with the word "master".

"Perhaps you may not accept his origin," Botticelli also thought of something, and sighed softly: "He is a Jew, and he was born on Good Friday."

Jewish?Good Friday?

Heidi suddenly remembered that when they went to Milan, Da Vinci had talked about this matter with herself, and lamented how delicate this time was.

"This child has such a bloodline. If he wants to be recognized by more people in the future, he needs to put in more effort than ordinary people." Botticelli looked at the small figure and said: "But if he chooses Christ instead of Paganism may still be useful."

Heidi's expression became quite complicated.

"I'll write to Da Vinci." She whispered, "I hope he can keep him."

She had heard many things about the child in the Uffizi Gallery before.

He lost his mother at the age of eight and his father at the age of 11. Because of his Jewish identity, he once mocked himself as "everywhere is like a different species". After he became an adult, he indulged in countless lovers. The client once had to ask his lover to move him.

——Almost all of these geniuses had emotional deficits in childhood, and they also had emotional problems with different responses in adulthood.

Evade denial like Leonardo, or be amorous like Raphael.

Fortunately... he is still a soft little boy now, all the sad things haven't happened yet, right?

Heidi watched the little boy tiptoe beside him to help pass things, and couldn't help but reach out and rub his slightly curly hair.

Soft as a feather.

Seeing that she intended to get close to him, Xiao Tong couldn't help laughing: "I promised his parents that he will be an apprentice in my workshop for a long time in the future, so don't worry too much."

"It's better to read some books." Heidi murmured: "If you only learn to draw, you may miss a lot of things."

She suddenly thought of Da Vinci again.

This kind of emotion is a bit subtle, obviously she doesn't want to have anything to do with him anymore, but she will still subconsciously turn her thoughts to him again, as if something is pulling her.

The vines would take at least a few months, and she decided to spend more time dealing with workshop-related matters.

For various reasons, she hopes to recruit a group of female workers and send them to the workshops in Milan and Florence.

Heidi tends to believe that the existence status of each group will affect the direct development of individuals.

If she can improve the survival of women in a more macroscopic way, her own existence may be more stable in the future.

The women here are all wearing high platform shoes, and they almost wobble unsteadily when they walk, which is really a hindrance and a meaningless existence.

Heidi directly contacted a tailor she knew before and began to design a cheaper and softer cloth shoe.

She decided to promote this kind of cloth shoes in the name of "work needs", so that more girls can liberate their feet and contact the world in a free and flexible state.

The soles of the cloth shoes are neither thick nor hard, which will not hurt the feet and maintain enough flexibility.

Heidi gave one of the samples to Dejo, who made a surprised voice after trying it on: "How can it be so light-my God!"

Almost as if she was confirming the existence of her legs, she ran around the high platform shoes thrown on the ground twice, almost jumping up.

"But..." Dejo hesitated: "My lord, can I really wear this kind of shoes?"

"If someone asks, just say it's my job requirement. I need my subordinates to act quickly enough." Heidi said gently: "There is no need to explain too many other things."

The maid cheered and raised a happy smile: "Finally, I don't have to press my feet to carry things, thank you so much!"

Several drugs tested on vines have failed—

They either didn't respond to the drug, or were so poisoned that even the stems and leaves turned black and rotted.

Among the remaining three or four drugs, there is one drug that is most effective and seems to have no side effects - it is the copper sulfate solution that Leonardo Da Vinci used to paint, and the ice blue solution is gorgeous and gorgeous.

Plants sprayed with diluted copper sulfate solution will recover significantly in a short time, and the spots and ripples will disappear quite quickly.

When Heidi noticed this, she wrote a careful record in her notebook and drew a five-pointed star to mark the key points.

When discussing with everyone in a meeting, she had carefully instructed the farmers who were infected with mildew to pay attention to the interactions between other farm animals and guests, and then helped them to isolate the healthy and sick pergolas.

How much can be saved right now, but the real test of the non-toxicity of this solution will have to wait until next August when the grapes are ripe.

At least this year, she is afraid that she will stay in Florence to spend Christmas with everyone.

According to people in the palace, little Leo, who was sent to the Vatican, became the archbishop two years ago. Although he is only ten years old now, countless famous families have come to the Ducale Palace to discuss engagement matters.

There is also his younger sister, who is said to have made a marriage contract with the son of Pope Innocent VIII, and will marry far away when she grows up in a few years.

Out of prudent considerations, Heidi began to open new businesses with more and more aliases, and the textile workshop originally purchased in the West End was formally merged into a three-in-one workshop to create a more organized business. Hire more people.

She can now buy the brand paint she founded in Florence, and the price of purple paint has begun to drop wildly. I heard that a Persian merchant once wanted to smash their shop.

Similarly, she can also buy the fabrics and long satin produced by her own workshop in Milan, and the reputation and quality are quite good.

Gradually, more and more women in Florence began to step out of the family and build a more decent life with their own hands.

The craze for high heels began to fade away, and cloth shoes for women workers began to become popular silently.

Little Raphael often comes here, sometimes he listens to Botticelli's lectures with his head held high, and sometimes he helps Heidi handle the sketches of simple patterns. Although he is the youngest existence in the yard, he will work hard to bear part of the work.

Sometimes when Heidi looked at such a little guy with red lips and white teeth, she would think of her little son when he was young, smiling nostalgicly and gently.

Sure enough, there are still cute children.

Botticelli doesn't ask too many things related to Milan, and spends more time watching dances or plays with her, and then sitting in the courtyard and painting for a whole day.

There are also some other sponsored people living here, but most of them feel secretly ashamed when they see his paintings, and they basically don't come to join in the fun.

Sometimes they would talk about a certain drama together, laughing and laughing from time to time, while the little Raphael next to him was tiptoeing to help the teacher fill in some colors, or draw some flowers and plants as embellishments.

This kind of atmosphere is really relaxed and natural, which makes people really like it.

When Heidi came to chat with them again, Botticelli said a few words and suddenly looked at the entrance of the courtyard with a surprised expression.

Raphael stopped drawing and looked over curiously: "Sir, who is he?"

Da Vinci walked over wearily but firmly, with a complicated expression when he looked at her.

He noticed the existence of Botticelli and the little boy, and felt a little hesitant and dissatisfied.

But when looking at her, it seems that other emotions are irrelevant.

"Da Vinci? Why are you here?" Heidi realized something, got up to greet her, and said, "Is your home okay?"

"Atalante has already sent Sarai back, and he will take care of the family affairs." Da Vinci's voice was slightly hoarse at this moment because he rode over overnight, "I'm here...to see you."

Botticelli took little Raphael, who was still concentrating on painting, with his understanding, and took away with him and his paintbrush, leaving the two of them a private space.

Heidi didn't expect that he would really come to find her, she lowered her eyes helplessly and said, "You don't need to think too much... this matter is over."

After finally sending that little bastard away, she must thank Atalanti when she goes back.

"I vaguely feel that you are angry with me." Da Vinci noticed the change in her address and distance, but he did not dare to approach her rashly, and only lowered his voice: "I hope to regain your trust ... Heidi, I'm not such a dull person."

She looked at him with a smile, and hummed noncommittally.

Da Vinci felt that she didn't really let go of those defenses, he just lowered his head and took out a bouquet of daffodils that were somewhat squished, sighed and wanted to throw it away.

Heidi subconsciously called him, bowed her head and took the flat bouquet, and whispered thank you.

Da Vinci froze for a moment, showing a child-like smile.

"I will get better." He said with a serious expression, as if he was worried about her leaving in a hurry again: "Please give me more time."

She was silent for a few seconds, but nodded anyway.

Then... wait and see.

But Da Vinci didn't know how to woo a woman.

Although he has taken many orders from noble ladies in the past, and he is well-organized when dealing with other matters, but this kind of thing that needs to keep getting closer is clumsy and he doesn't know where to start.

If it's for Sale, or anything else he likes, the easiest way to express emotion is to spend money.

Buy all kinds of shiny embellishments, ornate and soft shawls, or expensive jeweled silver candlesticks.

He is clumsy and stubborn, unable to express love in different ways like other glib men.

But Heidi... she obviously doesn't need too many gifts.

He didn't even know how to get close to her.

So when Da Vinci found out that Botticelli was here, he was relieved.

However, Botticelli not only returned from completing the murals of the Sistine Chapel in Rome, but also became a senior painter with more status and status, and he also had a little boy beside him.

What's even weirder is that although Heidi is cold and keeps a distance from Sarai, when she sees the boy, she will smile gently and even take the initiative to kiss him on the face.

When Da Vinci first discovered this, his first reaction was to suspect that the things that Atalanti analyzed were all nonsense.

Why would she—like that child so much?

She even took the initiative to sew a new pair of socks for him—hasn't she ever gotten such a gift before? !

A certain painter looked angrily at the child being hugged and laughed, and suddenly understood the feeling of wanting to drive Sarai away.

She hasn't smiled to herself recently...how can that new little boy get so much pampering!

Da Vinci took a break and went to Botticelli's studio.

The handsome young man was leaning against the door and basking in the sun. When he saw his friend, he raised his eyes and smiled: "How do you feel in Milan?"

Da Vinci wanted to ask him too many questions, so he said, "That boy—what's going on?"

"Raphael? I just wanted to talk to you about him," Botticelli turned around and led him into the studio, greeted the boy who was sitting on a high chair trying to draw lines, turned and pointed Two paintings next to: "How?"

Da Vinci was stunned for a moment, with surprised and focused eyes: "Is this drawn by him?"

The sketch beside him not only has accurate contours and well-proportioned lines, but also clearly expresses the figure's demeanor and the folds of the crown with just a few strokes.

——How did a three- or four-year-old boy manage to have such mature works?

Painting requires not only inspiration and talent, but also a lot of basic skills and muscle skills.

The seemingly simple horizontal and vertical lines and shadows actually require precise control of power to achieve.

This sketch of Raphael not only expresses the ups and downs of the muscles on the bridge of the nose, the side of the forehead, and the neck, but also the details of the eyebrows and eyelids are quite perfect.

unbelievable——

He turned his head, and his attention was completely focused on the painting: "Is this the technique you taught him?"

"No, his father is a mature painter." Botticelli explained: "Although he is not well-off and famous, he has taught this child a very necessary foundation."

As the chat progressed, Botticelli showed him another painting of his own.

This is probably the third painting by Botticelli. The Doctor Comes to Worship. The Bankers Guild insisted on entrusting him to create it, so they changed the structure and theme and made new creations.

When Leonardo da Vinci came to pay homage to Dr. Creation, although he was very disgusted, he also honestly referred to Botticelli's composition and coloring for a long time.

Although it was several years ago, Da Vinci also remembered it very clearly——

Although he couldn't agree with Botticelli's expression of the relationship between characters and emotions, at least in terms of color and composition, this friend does have a rather unique side.

Now, when they look at this new painting together, it's like two bosom friends understanding each other.

As a small apprentice, Raphael only helped to decorate the flowers and the children outside the courtyard.

But even if there are only such a few strokes, Da Vinci can recognize at a glance, where is his handwriting.

"He'll be a genius," Da Vinci murmured. "The understanding of angles and positions...is unbelievable."

"Right?" Botticelli waved with a smile, and asked Raphael to come over and explain his thoughts and ideas when painting.

The three of them watched or chatted in the studio, and in the end they mixed the paints together to demonstrate and explain to each other, and it was night in the blink of an eye.

When it was time to part, little Raphael had already regarded this new friend as a teacher.

"Goodbye, Mr. Da Vinci." He held his head up and said crisply, "Will you come over tomorrow?"

"I will, little angel." Da Vinci stretched out his hand and pinched his little face: "Will I teach you how to draw neck lines and finger bends tomorrow?"

The boy cheered and gave him a big hug.

Da Vinci returned to the residence with a smile, belatedly remembering something.

Today... am I looking for Botticelli to do something?

Do you want to draw?

wrong--

He suddenly came to his senses, and he didn't even bother to wash off the oil stains on his hands, so he hurried downstairs to look for Botticelli.

The latter was lazily leaning on the bench and eating apricot fruit surrounded by a group of girls. The dazzling singing and enchanting dancing made the whole courtyard exude a charming atmosphere.

Botticelli saw Da Vinci coming back quickly, and motioned the girls to rest on the other side first. He waved the round apricot on his fingertips and said, "The little angel has gone back to sleep, he needs to grow up."

"No..." Da Vinci really walked in front of him, but hesitated.

"What's the matter?" Botticelli sat up straighter and motioned him to sit beside him: "Is there something wrong with Milan? Sforza is looking for trouble for you?"

Da Vinci was silent for a moment, but still whispered: "No, it has something to do with her."

"Her?" Botticelli raised his eyebrows and said, "That friend of yours is getting married? Do you feel that friendship is threatened?"

Da Vinci showed a dumbfounding expression, and his posture seemed to surrender.

"No..." he said softly, "I'm in love with her."

Botticelli almost got stuck in an apricot pit.

He choked twice, wrapped the fruit core with a handkerchief, turned over and got off the chair and said, "You——finally enlightened?!"

"How did you do this? Could it be that the Holy Father didn't show up—you actually have a day of enlightenment?!" Botticelli circled him twice, as if he was meeting a new friend: "Are you sure? That feeling is love? Didn't some new man make you feel dangerous?"

"It's been a year." Da Vinci showed helplessness and embarrassment: "But I don't know how to get close to her."

"Aren't you close enough?" Botticelli asked back: "I heard Dejo say that you don't all live together, you can see each other every morning and evening-do you want to live in her bedroom? "

"Ares Andeno," Da Vinci frowned, "If you just want to ridicule me, then we don't need to waste each other's time."

Botticelli sat back and said after a long time, "Are you asking me to teach you how to pursue her?"

"Yeah." It was rare for Da Vinci to be so patient with him, and his posture lowered a lot: "I'm really not good at these things."

"Why should I teach my rival in love?" Botticelli looked at his expression: "I also like her very much—although I don't plan to go deeper, but at least I like her."

"Ares—"

"It seems that you are really tempted." Botticelli muttered, stretched his waist and said, "You must first understand what she likes and needs."

"If a girl likes sweet pears, but you persevere in giving her jujubes every day, it will only push the distance further and further."

Da Vinci heaved a long sigh of relief, thinking that Botticelli really understands this very well, so he is the right place to find him.

"Heidi likes...naturally?" He tried to answer these questions like a schoolboy: "Do experiments, make potions, or help those poor people."

Botticelli rubbed his face, feeling like he was teaching a young man in love.

Maybe Raphael will be better at pleasing girls than him in the future.

"What else? Think again?"

"She doesn't like jewelry, and she doesn't like drinking and having fun." Da Vinci sighed and said, "I wanted to bring her some gifts along the way, but in the end I just picked a bunch of daffodils."

Botticelli patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and said slowly, "Heidi is a very unique girl."

Intelligent, beautiful, but not succumbing to any desire.

Even if you give her a cart of jewelry, she may not raise an eyebrow.

"She's very strong." When Da Vinci thought of her, his smile softened: "And she's so independent that she doesn't need anyone."

"The more she is like this, the more vulnerable she is." Botticelli pondered, "Maybe she really needs a break."

"So... what should I do more to help her?"

"It's not just that." Botticelli shook his head and said, "She will only accept your help if she trusts you enough, otherwise everything will be useless."

Da Vinci sighed for a long time, and told him about Sarai.

"On my birthday, she even took the initiative to kiss me on the side of the cheek," he said angrily, "Now she's coldly calling me Mr. Da Vinci again."

Botticelli looked at him with a complicated face: "It sounds like only you can do this."

"I feel like she just wants to be friends with me..." Da Vinci said sullenly, "Maybe there is no hope anymore."

"No, Leonardo," Botticelli remembered something, lowered his eyes and said, "Don't give up."

"At least you and her can still see each other day and night, at least she is still by your side." He murmured: "Even if we don't see each other for more than ten days, you will be eager to ride south overnight. If you really lose her completely..."

I'm afraid you will be like me, living in invisible shackles.

Moreover, the shackles involve the heart, and the pain of jumping will affect the whole body.

The person he loved so much has returned to his dream, and now he is almost getting used to this feeling of being with him like a shadow.

But when he thought of Simonetta's smile again, he still felt a little suffocated.

Pain and pleasure, no different from before.

"Leonardo, you should hold her tight." He looked at Da Vinci and said, "Of course love will bring pain, but this is also the preciousness of love."

"I will." Da Vinci raised a smile: "There is no second such good girl in this world." Something went wrong, please refresh and try again