Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day

So Da Vinci really brought someone back with another corpse.

Because this genius has been designing the cathedral in Milan for the past two years, the desolate cemetery has become quite crowded, and it is said that corpses of all ages and shapes can be found.

Michelangelo followed Da Vinci in a carriage with a complicated face and left the Palace of Ducale, almost crying when he came back.

Heidi patted him on the shoulder understandingly, and the latter even tried to avoid her touch.

"My lord, if you know what I have touched," Michelangelo said with red eyes, "I am afraid that you will never want to be near me again in this life."

This sort of thing—it’s blasphemy!

Heidi blinked, and Botticelli, who was helping to hold the shroud behind her, said casually: "She is an alchemist, and she has been exposed to these reasonably and legally."

The boy was stunned for a second: "You mean—"

"She taught most of Leo's knowledge of anatomy, what do you think?"

Michelangelo jumped out like a cat whose tail was stepped on, not daring to look at her again.

Although there were still a lot of verbal refusals and resistances, when it came to the dissection, the painters began to enter a state of enthusiasm in a surprisingly unanimous manner.

Heidi handed Raphael a glass of orange juice, and asked him to help him copy the shape of the diseased grape vines, then threw Dejo there to help look after the children, and went to the underground ventilation room to help them.

The painter's strictness and seriousness in certain details are things that outsiders often cannot understand.

For this matter, no one understands better than Heidi.

When Da Vinci took an order for a portrait of a noble lady, he designed everything from the outline of the face to the color of the hair and eyes, but it took nearly four or five months to delay it. At one point, he almost wanted to give up the painting paintings.

The reason sounds ridiculous——

Because he didn't know how to express the bead chain hanging from her neck.

This kind of small detail seems to be enough to draw casually, but in order to analyze the shape of the hanging necklace, Da Vinci even found many mathematics books to perform complex curve calculations.

Heidi had already given up the great idea of ​​'making more famous paintings in the Louvre', and only sent him a similar bead chain to stay in the studio for an afternoon.

Now the four of them entered the dissection room together. Although they all retched to varying degrees because of the smell or appearance of the corpse, none of them wanted to leave.

Of course, the three painters can stay here with one thigh muscle for one afternoon and one night because they have countless questions in their minds.

And Heidi came to accompany them, more worried about Michelangelo's mental state.

— After all, he was still a little too young.

Boys in this era may be able to marry and have children at the age of thirteen or fourteen, but they are still children in her eyes.

Michelangelo was constantly repenting from getting on the carriage to entering the basement, and he was even ready to accept whipping.

But in the past two days, he has involuntarily read Da Vinci's manuscript many times, and was so excited that he didn't fall asleep until dawn.

—An analysis of bones and textures on any page is enough to increase his understanding of art and the human body many times.

Simply relying on mechanical repetitive operations in the workshop, or relying on his own slow comprehension and enlightenment, it may take him three to forty years to understand these details and problems.

This is really like a gift from God. When he held the manuscript, he almost wanted to stand at Da Vinci's door and sing hymns all night.

Although that gentleman was dressed too gorgeously and flamboyantly, and seemed to have a haughty side in his conversation, he was definitely a master-level figure—unmatched!

Da Vinci didn't notice that he had a little follower who always looked admiring, and he was still thinking about various irrelevant issues.

"So where should we start first?" Botticelli put on his mask, and even his pale golden shoulder-length hair was fixed with a hair tie.

He has been here with Da Vinci several times, and he has gradually become familiar with the dim lights and pungent smell here.

"The root of the leg?" Da Vinci opened the tool bag and explained to Michelangelo next to him: "We need to cut the skin first, remove part of the fat, and then observe the muscles and bones."

The young man nodded quickly, not daring to look at the corpse but rather excited.

"You may not be familiar with knives for the first time, just observe from the side." Da Vinci said halfway, noticing Heidi standing beside him, subconsciously emphasized: "—and must Wash your hands three times."

The thigh looks like a piece of solid meat, but when you really peel off the skin and observe the inner structure, you can find that it may have a complex structure like a honeycomb.

The multiple thick arteries are quite fragile under the incision, but after being stripped out, they are like tree branches.

The horizontal and vertical muscles are closely connected, and the position of the pelvis and leg bones seems to be very particular.

At first they chatted and joked, and then the whole basement was filled with the sound of the wind like a flute.

For a moment, Heidi thought that she was sitting with several doctors in an operation, and when she regained her senses, she held up an oil lamp to help them clear their vision again.

Michelangelo was still scared and nauseous at first, but after two or three hours, he fully entered the state, and followed Da Vinci to analyze the expression of the vastus lateralis and vastus intermedius muscles during painting.

Painting is indeed quite a delicate art.

The painters memorized the shape of the bones, learned the distribution of the muscles, and finally covered them with skin and clothing to form a blurred outline.

It is as if a person is proficient in many languages ​​and thousands of rhetoric, but finally expresses a poem with a long nasal voice.

When dissecting, each of them has a quite different style.

Botticelli is calm and meticulous, and may even study the direction of the veins carefully.

Da Vinci, on the other hand, is more natural and considerate of the overall situation, without hesitation when raising a knife, and will boldly try and make mistakes.

As for Michelangelo, although he might be dull and not good at talking in front of everyone on weekdays, but at this time he would take the initiative to ask many questions, and his attitude was more positive than anyone else.

Heidi stood by and quietly held the lamp for them, occasionally reminding Leo not to break that artery again.

She listened to the murmur of their whispered conversation, and occasionally wondered when Raphael would come over.

In another ten years, in another 20 years, what kind of outstanding and dazzling figures will these four masters become?

Fortunately, the wise alchemist remembered to bring a lunch basket. The sandwiches in it were divided up, and even the water was drunk.

They started this work around eight o'clock in the morning, and when they came out, it was already past the time for evening prayer.

When Heidi washed her hands, she rubbed the soap twice more to remove the smell, and went upstairs to take care of Raphael.

She actually loves kids.

In her previous life, she originally adopted a boy with her ex-husband, and then gave birth to a son and a daughter with another ex-husband.

As long as she is not a naughty boy who is difficult to persuade and has a bad personality like Sarai, she actually has enough patience and love.

——Even if the adopted child refused to get close to her and tried to hurt her later, she could understand and accept many things.

When Dejo saw Heidi, his expression was a little worried.

"Raphael won't sleep," she explained. "He thinks you guys are mad at him."

Heidi froze for a moment, then walked quickly into the little boy's bedroom.

The angelic little boy was sitting on the head of the bed, holding a sketchbook in his hand.

"My lord," he whispered, "I've painted all the vines."

"You did a good job," Heidi sat beside him, and took over the book that was almost full of drawings: "Oh—it is indeed an excellent work."

The boy lowered his head and hesitated for a while, then asked, "Why don't you take me down?"

"Did I do something wrong?"

No, you are too young to touch those corpses and internal organs.

Heidi worried that he would have nightmares after seeing some rotting organs, so she made Dejo watch him not to slip down all day.

"No, dear. It's just that there are some things you can't do until you grow up-we all love you." She let him sleep in her arms, her tone slowed down a little: "You respected us today promise, I will give you a reward, okay?"

So when Da Vinci and Botticelli returned to the courtyard, they could vaguely hear a gentle and low voice talking.

They looked at each other and realized that it was Heidi who was telling Raphael a bedtime story.

Michelangelo obviously had no interest in this. He was still immersed in the massive amount of information he had learned today, and he shook his wet hands before rushing back to the bedroom to take notes and memos.

The other two men approached the small lighted window, trying to hear the whole story.

What Heidi said has nothing to do with the Bible or paganism.

The poor mermaid came to the palace to find true love, but was deprived of the most beautiful singing voice, and every step she took was like stepping on the tip of a knife.

The abused and humiliated Cinderella silently cleaned the room and the fireplace, but because of the fairy godmother's grace, she had the most gorgeous skirt and danced with the prince all night at the banquet.

Thumbelina wanders all the way and finds no stability. She almost marries the old blind Mr. Mole, but she is taken to the kingdom of flowers and elves in the end.

The little boy leaned against her arms, sleeping soundly and contentedly.

Heidi gently blew out the lamp, put him in place and came out.

She suddenly missed her children and every memory related to them.

When she walked out of the house, the courtyard was empty, not even the cat stayed.

The moonlight poured down like a veil, and the stars shone brightly and cheerfully.

The brunette youth held his breath and closed the door, whispering good night.

He sat back in front of the lamp and wanted to record the experience of today's autopsy, but he began to be in a daze again unconsciously.

The tip of the pen slid unconsciously, depicting the mermaid with long hair.

The way she smiled was very much like the person in his heart.Something went wrong, please refresh and try again