Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day

But it won't be possible to get this thing for a while.

When she was the noble lady of the Keithler family, her favorite subject was chemistry at school.

Even when I was interviewed by the media at the age of 80 or [-], I would still bring up the old things about the experiment with a smile, with a bit of nostalgia in my tone.

It's a pity that I still became an actor in the end, and I didn't have the chance to make any achievements in this field.

Seeing that Mr. Da Vinci was busy drawing again, Heidi tried to write chemical formulas silently in her palm, trying to pry out many memories in her mind.

Copper sulfate... how to synthesize it?

Copper must be found everywhere, and copper oxide is easier to find.

But what about sulfuric acid?

She thought about these trifles, occasionally looking at what Mr. Da Vinci was drawing.

He also draws with his left hand at the beginning of the draft, and the way of drawing is the same as writing, drawing lines from right to left.

But after getting along for ten days and a half months, Heidi gradually discovered that this gentleman has a problem.

Very -- very fond of procrastination.

When he is in good condition, he can draw from setting lines to coloring in one day, but he never finishes drawing.

Ninety percent of the large and small drawings in a room are semi-finished products.

The work that can be done today must be postponed until tomorrow, and tomorrow, if you make two random strokes, or even just take a look, it will be postponed until the day after tomorrow.

What's even more frightening is that there are six or seven paintings on the sidelines, and I will draw some other things casually. It didn't take long for the new one to be erected, and I turned my head to study artillery and aircraft.

Can't concentrate on finishing one thing? ?

Heidi couldn't understand the old Mr. Da Vinci's advice to him, and waited quietly for several days, and found that this gentleman really didn't have the consciousness to submit the manuscript at all.

Get up in the morning and go out for a walk first, and then study the anatomy of a frog, or read two books of poetry.

After lunch, go out to listen to the speech, stroll under the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore for a while, and then come back to study the design of the candles.

Do everything but not come back to work.

Counting prayers and Sunday Mass, there really isn't much time left for painting.

Even though the customers who came to place the order repeatedly told the deadline, and even came to remind them in person many times, it was still very slow.

She even asked him how many paintings he could finish in a year.

"Two? Or three?" Da Vinci was unsure: "Is this important?"

No wonder I didn't see a few of your paintings when I went to the Louvre...

It's okay to draw slowly, but some of them are half-painted and thrown aside, and they don't want to make another stroke.

Heidi was used to helping him pack these things, and kept them one by one in order, and asked casually, "Sir, why don't you draw again?"

Anyway, let's start the next one after this one is handed over.

Da Vinci was drinking the citrus potion, smacked his lips and said, "——that's a problem."

"something wrong?"

He stood up and walked to the old painting with a glass in his hand: "When a person stretches his arms, the lines of his arms and shoulders shouldn't be like this."

As if to prove his point, he held the cup and stretched out his right arm, showing her the muscles that tensed when he grasped it.

"If my guess is correct, wrists, arms, muscles, these things are all interrelated." Da Vinci sat back and said, "However, I haven't researched clearly how to link them together."

Isn't this common sense in medicine? You can understand it by looking at human anatomy diagrams.

Heidi was about to say something when she suddenly remembered the strange things in the pharmacy.

That's right, there is no medical class at all in this era, and I'm afraid even human anatomy hasn't even started yet.

She sighed softly, and lowered her head to wipe the table and chairs with a rag.

"Speaking of which, the potion you made is very useful." Da Vinci shook the cup and said, "Not only does it taste good, but also the bleeding of my gums has disappeared."

That's vitamin C supplementation.

Heidi raised her head and continued to play a clumsy maid: "That's what the alchemist taught me back then."

When he finally handed in his drawings from four months ago, he took the materials and went to draw in the church next to the Lord's Palace.

As Mr. Da Vinci's only maid, Heidi not only has to help him prepare the morning and noon meals, but also has to go to the church to climb the ladder.

The actual power in Florence today is Lorenzo Medici, the young fourth-generation successor of the Medici family.

In this small republic, the Medici had almost absolute control due to the rise of the merchant class.

Not only do they own a magnificent private manor in the suburbs, but they also own the Pitti Palace, which is as high as a mountain.

The first generation of the Medici family started out as usury lenders. Halfway through the business, they changed their minds and started to engage in the banking industry. They are indeed making more money every day.

The second generation and the third generation continued to expand the business of their ancestors, and then used huge profits to fund various painters and build churches for the Pope to gain fame.

Even the most beautiful Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore here was finally completed thanks to an ancient Greek blueprint made by the second-generation Cosimo Medici. Because of this, he also entered the officialdom with the power of the Pope.

Now it is the fourth generation, which is the "Great Lorenzo" that everyone praises today. The banking business has not seen much development, but the whole parliament has tidied up, and the artists have more business. You can still eat meat in May.

The reason why Heidi is clear about these matters is because she has been to the office of the lord's family—that is, the Uffizi Gallery of later generations.

When she was not filming in Italy, she walked around and walked around the Uffizi Gallery with a special guide for a long time.

Now that I have really come to this era, it means that I want to be a helper for Lorenzo's helper, and accompany Da Vinci in the chapel from morning till night.

Every day before dawn, the two of them would walk through the Civic Square in the morning mist, bypass the Cathedral of Notre Dame del Fiore, and greet each familiar face to the Lord's Palace along the way.

Heidi is usually not awake at this time, hastily wrapped bread and jam to go out with him, and occasionally remembers to put some orange juice in a glass bottle.

The Lord's Palace has now become a city hall, where rich people and representatives elected by guild leaders gather every day.

Although she is not very clear about many of the rules here, she is living happily.

After all, Mr. Da Vinci is not on the ladder most of the time.

He can draw drafts for a long time on the wall, doodling or thinking hard.

And after she put away the bread and drinking water, she can sneak out to see the daily performances and festivals in the city.

There were orators and missionaries talking in the streets, and there were a lot of people dancing beside the bagpipes and lyre musicians.

The amphitheater is always packed, and the actors not only wear realistic costumes, but are also hoisted high in the air to perform stunts.

The story performed is often a certain epic or myth, and occasionally a story from the "Bible" will be performed.

Heidi watched quite intently from the audience, and sometimes even wanted to go up for a while.

She is professional.

I heard that if Lent comes, the parade will be very lively. Hundreds of hounds, many falcons, as well as trumpeters and poets will line up and march over, and thousands of soldiers and horses will also line up in long queues. Can't see the end.

Da Vinci would go out sometimes to go to the apothecary to get some paint.

Heidi found that his relationship with other people seemed to be quite good.

I don't know if it's because of his tutoring or something else, Mr. Leonardo is quite kind to strangers.

He has been subconsciously trimming his walking posture, trying to be as kind and sweet as possible when speaking, even though he is not a nobleman, he still pays attention to his manners.

Just except someone.

That day they carried the basket and continued to the Lord's Palace, and saw a man with light blond curly hair in the distance.

He looked handsome and tall, with a smile on his face.

"Leonardo—"

Before Heidi could recognize who it was, Da Vinci straightened his face, turned his head and led her to stride away in another direction.

"Hey wait..." Heidi couldn't keep up: "Don't go so fast."

But not long after they walked, the curly-haired man had already chased after him.

"Leonardo, are you going to the Lord's Palace?" He smiled, his soft curly hair glowing with a light golden luster under the sun.

Before Da Vinci could speak, he caught another glimpse of Heidi carrying the basket: "Did you bring Aglaia, the goddess of radiance, to your side? When did Florence have such a beautiful girl?"

Heidi was used to compliments, and asked curiously, "Who are you?"

The young man shrugged: "They all call me 'Botticelli'."

"Keg?" Heidi couldn't help laughing: "I haven't seen such a skinny little barrel like you."

"Let's go." Da Vinci said without looking back, "I don't have time to chat with him."

Mr. Xiaotong leaned over and kissed his hands, smiled and blinked his light green eyes: "Remember to come to my workshop when you have time, I really want to draw a portrait of you."

Heidi glanced at Da Vinci, who rolled his eyes and left on his own, not intending to wait for her any longer.

She waved goodbye to the man in a hurry, and quickened her pace to follow with a basket in hand.

For some reason, the name Botticelli sounds familiar.

Have you heard of it in the Uffizi Gallery?

But who would let their child be called Xiaotong...

"Mr. Da Vinci," said Heidi, who was wearing high-soled shoes, feeling quite unstable as she was when she stepped on a small high heel back then. Her ankle was crooked and she almost fell: "Wait—"

Da Vinci hurriedly turned around and grabbed her steady, letting her grab his arms with both hands and sway for a long time before he stabilized. The bottles and cans in the basket rang like bells.

His brown eyes were like amber in the dark, and he showed a little apology at this moment, but his tone was still a bit unpleasant.

"You don't want to get so close to that person."

I just had a few words with him...

Heidi moved her ankle, and suddenly hissed softly: "It seems to be twisted."

Da Vinci had nothing to do with her, let her support him and continued to move forward, his pace slowed down a lot.

"Do you hate him?"

He walked in silence for a long time before answering.

"I don't like it very much."

"Then...can I still go to his workshop?" Heidi tentatively said in a low voice, "Just take a look around and definitely not sit down and be a model for him."

Da Vinci glanced at her, obviously unwilling.

But Heidi was limping, and it was quite strenuous to step on the high-soled shoes, but even so, she was trying to keep up with him.

He was silent for a while, took the lunch basket from her hand, carried it together with the painting box, and continued to support her to move forward.

"Go after mass on the Lord's Day, and return at noon."

"Okay," Heidi couldn't help smiling, "It seems that you don't hate him that much."

"Don't go any more."

"Stop talking, stop talking—"

The author has something to say: Someone: I am a pigeon without emotion x

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Da Vinci: Is it important to deliver on time?

Heidi (silently eating black bread): I'm going to Mr. Keg's house to eat meat TUT

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【January 1th manuscript deposit notes】(If you don’t want to read it, you can press the function key to skip the chapter directly)

Reference: The Life of Leonardo da Vinci by Walter Isaac

Da Vinci has always followed the teachings of the male god Alberti,

"A man must be presentable in three things—walking, riding, and talking," Alberti wrote, "for each of these should make those around him feel good."

Then when he commented on Botticelli, that is, Mr. Keg, the original words were as follows:

"I recently saw an "Annunciation" in which the angel seemed to drive the Virgin out of the room with such vehemence as to face the enemy; and our Virgin was so desperate that she seemed to be jumping out the window and fleeing."

Well, the personable Da Vinci.