Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day

Da Vinci had a natural yearning for stories.

After he came into contact with the theater, he spent more than half of his time there, tirelessly helping to adjust the stage and even making costumes with his own hands. Even the old-fashioned knight saving the beauty can watch it many times.

So much fun in this era.

There are about four kinds of plays, but basically all of them are inseparable from Christianity.

Religious dramas are reproductions of various scenes from the Bible. They will be performed publicly during festivals and festivals. Almost everyone in the city can recite the greetings of the Three Magi when they came to court.

Mystery dramas are a little more interesting, focusing on the surprise and curiosity of big and small characters when they encounter miracles. As for things like the appearance of God's resurrection angel, they can always find some different tricks.

Moral dramas are more respected by gentlemen and congregants. Most of the plots are rigid and rigid to promote virtue and crusade against evil, but obviously they have gradually lost people's attention.

The last type is a farce that has nothing to do with gods.

The little people made jokes and made troubles, so funny that they could cause bursts of laughter from the audience.

Da Vinci has cooperated with many theaters in Florence for many years, and several bosses rushed to invite him to drink to express their gratitude and closeness.

After a long time, no matter how fun a comedy is, it loses its fun.

But the bedside story he heard at Raphael's window that night was something he had never been exposed to.

Nothing to do with gods, nothing to do with morality.

There is a rich and wonderful new world in the story, men, women and children can also have their own joy and pursuit.

And all the plots just serve the story, and there is no didactic defense of morality until the end.

Until two or three days later, Da Vinci was reminiscing about those stories.

When he heard Raphael say that Heidi had come over often recently, he couldn't help asking about it.

So little Raphael told him the story of Snow White and the Snow Queen while stirring the egg whites.

It was so funny - he even wanted to listen to it again.

Why do poisonous apples get stuck in the throat?

A pure gold carriage, a talking dove, and a shard of mirror in my heart...

A certain man who was unanimously evaluated as 'elegant and mature' by the ladies fell into deep thought and began to think about how he could listen to more stories.

The vaccinia vaccination went well, at least all the children of the Medici family were successfully vaccinated.

Little Piero and his brother have been sent to the Holy See, and they only come back three or four times a year, but she has arranged for nuns to learn how to vaccinate, and there will be time to make up later.

Several other families gradually heard the news, not only surprised that smallpox could be prevented, but also envious of the Medici family having such a knowledgeable and wise distant relative.

As the weather gradually warmed up, Heidi began to visit more vineyards, on the one hand to confirm the recovery of the plants, and on the other hand to find new business opportunities.

She knew the basics of genetics—if she could breed grapes that were disease-resistant and full-bodied and juicy, she might be able to grab a chunk of Europe's wine market.

Vegetables and fruits in ancient times were continuously selected and cultivated artificially. They may be shriveled and bitter at the beginning. For example, watermelons used to have strange shapes like tomatoes. What it looked like later.

At this moment, Leonardo's existence is almost like a knight.

She had to admit that she had many fears besides rats.

And on the bush farm, there's a lot of that - a lot of it.

From caterpillars and large eggs, to locusts and praying mantises as big as half a palm, and spiders on woods and vines.

These things are very common for peasant women. Even if a palm-sized spider suddenly landed on them, they would just slap the bugs away roughly, and very few of them would scream and turn pale.

Heidi worked hard to maintain self-cultivation and decency, and Leonardo understood and protected her by the side.

He would wave the branches to help her open the way, even the grass snakes hidden in the fallen leaves would be scared away in advance, as for the wild dogs, the farmers trying to extort money, and the insects and ants that appeared between the grass and trees from time to time. There is no problem in front of a knight.

Heidi is used to walking behind him, and occasionally explains things about genetics to him——

They started recording their guesses about genetic expression four months ago by setting up an acre of pea fields.

Leonardo always had endless topics to talk about on weekdays, even a skylark with wet wings that had fallen by the window wanted to talk to her.

But in the past few days, he obviously hesitated and hesitated, much quieter than before.

Heidi was still observing the development of the pea sprouts, and while recording complicated information, she casually asked, "Leo, what have you been thinking about lately?"

The young man cleared his throat and said seriously, "It's nothing."

"Nothing really?" She glanced at him with a smile in her eyes: "Then I won't ask any more."

"No—wait a minute." Leonardo said sullenly, "Can you tell me a few stories?"

"Stories?" Heidi paused with her pen tip, bypassing a cluster of crooked plants, and realized something: "Did Raphael tell you those fairy tales?"

Leonardo didn't know what 'fairy-tale' meant, but he nodded honestly: "I like it very much. I have never heard of these before..."

Heidi raised her eyebrows slightly, and suddenly felt a little pity in her heart.

She knows his temperament and preferences. If such a person is put in 500 years, he may not care about painting at all, and instead indulge in the shooting and production of reality shows and TV series.

When Heidi saw the stage scene designed by him in the Sforza Palace, Heidi felt a little regretful.

Leo actually created more complex and gorgeous works than those paintings, but many of them can only stay at this point in time and cannot be reproduced in the future.

If there are cameras in this era, people will be even more admirable that there are such geniuses in the world.

"Okay." She replied, "Then just tell me something."

Probably because Leo is now a tall and handsome adult, Heidi didn't choose those fairy tales to lull children to sleep, but told him "The Blue Bridge".

In 1940, she missed out on "Gaslight" and "Casablanca" due to personal reasons, and chose to co-star with Clark Gable in "Boomtown".

That gentleman was later nominated for multiple awards with "It Happened One Night" and "Gone with the Wind", becoming Rhett Brad in people's hearts forever.

In that year, "The Blue Bridge of Broken Soul" became an instant hit, and it is said that it is also quite popular in the East.

Heidi recalled the time when her previous life was over, she lowered her head and wrote an experiment report in Italian, and told Leonardo a sad and depressing story.

The young dancer fell in love with the officer at first sight on the long bridge. He missed the dance performance in order to see him for the last time. Finally, he was tricked by fate and fell into prostitution, becoming a prostitute who sold his body to survive.

But the officer did not die in battle as the rumors said, but returned with honor and pride.

The depraved and painful girl finally couldn't let go, and jumped off the long bridge where they first met on the eve of becoming a bride.

Da Vinci was tending the pea sprouts and listening to her tell the story, but then gradually stopped.

He didn't speak for a long time after Heidi finished telling the ending of the bridge fall.

Heidi observed his expression and said in a slow tone: "Maybe this story is a bit too serious."

But for the concepts of chastity and love, people in this era may have a deeper understanding.

Extreme self-control and indulgence are repeatedly intertwined, love and sex are completely separated, and platonic feelings are illogically enforced.

But even in the darkest Middle Ages, people yearn for love, as if it were the instinct of beasts.

To get close to the other person, to be the only one in the other person's life, and even love someone so much that you are willing to die for it.

"I seem to understand a little bit." Da Vinci murmured: "She chose to fall off the bridge, not necessarily because she felt that she was crippled, no longer chaste and clean."

"You feel……"

"Maybe it's because of this kind of relationship, which is originally demanding perfection and extreme." He subconsciously said: "Because of love, I want to dedicate all the good things in my life to another person, and I want to be impeccable and worthy enough." Being loved."

And when she couldn't do it, the huge sense of loss and guilt would swallow her like an abyss.

Heidi froze for a moment, looked at him and said, "That doesn't seem like what you would say."

The Leo she remembered was a man who was so devoted to art that he was almost rigid.

He would hug himself and hold his hand, and he had also firmly expressed his resistance to love and the opposite sex.

But when... when did he start to understand this?

The young man looked up at her, and suddenly realized something.

His feelings for her are not the same.

She ran ranches, did grapevine research, dealt with penicillin and politics.

He followed subconsciously, and almost all the time was related to her.

His world was too crowded for anyone else.

"Yeah." He smiled with downcast eyes.

"You should understand."

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