Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day

There are only two themes in the paintings of this era, and that is God and Man.

Paintings related to gods can already be regarded as clichés - just the "Adventure of the Magi" that was born one after another in Florence can be lined up in a long line, and many stories in the Bible have also been deconstructed and reshaped in different ways. It is praising the truth, goodness and beauty of the Virgin and Child and God.

It is precisely because of this that Leonardo chose to paint "The Last Supper"-this painting describes the last night that Jesus and the thirteen disciples spent together, which is quite novel in terms of plot and composition.

Another theme is people.

The paintings of this era are symbols of identity and recognition.The bride and groom need to order a special painting before they get married, and there are many self-portraits of rich people—the rich Medici family directly hired a bunch of painters, and painted them all around the gods, as if they were God’s servant.

When Botticelli drew this group photo, he also drew himself in, with a just right look in his eyes.

The wedding portrait of Leonardo and Heidi was also painted by Botticelli.

The news of their marriage came quite suddenly, but it pushed and pulled until the new year.

The painter became a general, and the lord became a queen.

The cynical Mr. Tong was too lazy to participate in any fights, and only spent half a year drawing a gift for the two friends, which is now placed in the Queen's study.

"As for Impressionism...its subject matter is nature."

"Natural?" Leonardo thought of the oil painting she painted, and realized something: "The subject is only landscape?"

"There are also people, but they are not the ones who are sitting in a tight position." Heidi signaled her men to go down to get the boards and paints, and she sat beside her and said slowly, "Drink tea, take a bath, have a picnic, and draw their rather casual appearances in life."

"Why is it called Impressionism?" Leonardo poured her a glass of wine, "Because the painting is a momentary impression?"

"It's a very ironic story." Heidi laughed.

The founder of this school of painting is called Claude Monet.

He returned to his hometown of Le Havre and painted "Sunrise Impression" in front of the port in the morning light.

There are no gods, no people, only a solitary sun hanging in the sky, the sky is intertwined with traces of dark crimson and dark gray, the light and shadow of the moored ships are faint, the water surface is rippling, and the light brown sun shadow is reflected.

Even just listening to Heidi's description, Leonardo sketched out the appearance of this painting in his mind.

"It must be beautiful..." He murmured, "Sometimes the natural scenery is better than the miracles in the Bible."

"But it was also regarded as a joke." Heidi said calmly: "Although Monet had many friends because of this painting, conservatives dismissed it as absurd and used the name of this painting to ridicule them—Impressionism. "

But this controversial and slandered name finally has eternal light.

"Why do they object?" Leonardo frowned subconsciously: "Someone has created a better way of expression and found a more artistic theme, shouldn't this be a good thing?"

"Anything has to go through this when it becomes popular—smearing, attacking, ridiculing, and stigmatizing." Heidi lowered her eyes and laughed, with a bit of relief in her expression.

It could be impressionism, it could be rock culture, it could be anyone on the verge of reaching the top.

Leonardo realized something, and said softly: "You have experienced it too, right?"

She looked at him in surprise, and her smile deepened: "This is not a kind of coronation."

The new wooden board was quickly brought over, and Heidi fixed the easel and showed him the specific painting method according to memory.

She kind of wants to thank herself—if it wasn't for several color developments years ago, she'd have to hang out with purple that smells like urine.

"To put it simply, the focus of this painting method is to use bright and scattered colors to express the appearance of things under different lights."

At this moment, the sun was sinking outside the window, and the golden light sprinkled on the street, intertwined with the orange trees on both sides of the light and shadow.

Heidi laid a dark brown base and began to recall the technique to restore this scene.

Leonardo stood quietly behind her, observing the nib and the color on the board.

The color blocks fall on the screen as if they were randomly spread, and have a direction and trend like flowing water.

They don't require too detailed lines, everything is hazy and light.

Dark brown, bright yellow, light white, dark green...

"They have feelings, don't they?" he said suddenly.

Heidi changed the color and said with a smile, "What else?"

"Brush strokes." Leonardo said without thinking: "Brush strokes like breathing."

This is completely different from the current popular painting method.

Whether it is a icon or a portrait, we strive for the precision of outlines and lines, and express them to the extent that they are clear at a glance.

But in Heidi's painting, its strokes are scattered like glass bottles falling on the ground, and thousands of fragments reflect each other like countless mirrors, using delicate and changeable colors to create atmosphere and emotion.

"Your paintings... have strong emotions." He emphasized: "Is it interpreted with color blocks?"br

"I think you've almost learned it," Heidi thought for a while, and said uncertainly, "No, you already know this."

She had seen Leo's ability to express light and shadow with her own eyes.

For many painters, light is white, and darkness is black. Except for black, white and gray, there is nothing to consider and combine.

But in the year when she first met him, she had seen his Florence.

The morning mist is gray and unclear—but he used gray-blue to contrast with the daylight, and he handled the edge sense very delicately.

"Why don't you try it?" Heidi stood up suddenly, and handed the brush to him.

The man stared at the paintbrush and took it for a while.

The street scene on this canvas already has divisions and outlines, and the plane of light and shadow is quite clearly outlined.

Every stroke and painting in it is like a school of fish swimming, and it seems to be her breath.

He dipped in a brush of purple and began to outline the dark sides of the walls and trees.

Heidi didn't even need to tell him where he needs to be rendered and processed, where he needs to be emphasized and lit, he has already dealt with it appropriately as if he was in touch with her.

Deep purple and light blue balance the difference between light and darkness, and the light of deep red will also change color due to the snow-white wall, turning into a gentle and bright orange.

The two stood one by one, silent, but they danced like holding hands, wandering around the entire church.

As soon as Leonardo concentrated, he couldn't hold any more things in his mind.

He kept comparing his head to the street scene and the twilight outside the window, using brushes of different sizes to create a sense of atmosphere and the mood of the picture, and the movements in his hands were non-stop, without any hesitation.

Heidi stood behind him smiling, her expression relaxed and soft.

They are so synchronized in everything.

Whether it is the manufacture of machinery workshops, the revision and issuance of government orders, or even playing the first piece of music together.

Without any extra eyes and words, as long as you feel each other's existence, you can have a tacit understanding and resonance.

They should have had the same pain—unfulfilling talents, being accused and arrested, being ridiculed and humiliated by everyone, poor financial conditions, and never satisfied works.

She watched the painting on his nib continue to enrich, and began to think about other things.

If it was he who was taken away in the Genoa Palace that time, she would probably do the same thing.

Desperate, resisting all fear and trembling, even alone, traveled across the entire peninsula to Rome to chase him back.

If there is an identical soul in this world, only he will match her perfectly.

Maybe even the pulse and heartbeat resonate together, like a song that will never stop.

When Leonardo came back to his senses, he realized that it was already from noon to night.

They didn't even have dinner.

"Heidi?" He turned to look at her, and apologized with a wry smile as he did many years ago: "I drew again and forgot about you."

"I was in the same way a few days ago." She handed him the wine glass: "It's even."

The technique of creating this painting spans 300 years, yet the result is as good as paintings of the future.

The light at sunset falls on the quiet street. The light from the church windows is like a chopped rainbow after passing through the stained glass. The trees on both sides are of different shades, and the stone quality of the walls and the long street also affects the color of the daylight. .

Everything is perfect - no one will realize that it was created by the two of them.

It wasn't until the two walked back to the old palace together that Heidi suddenly remembered something: "Huh?"

"what happened?"

"I remembered the reason why I came to you at noon." She paused, looked at him and said, "Your birthday is coming—I don't know what to give you."

Leonardo was also startled for a moment, with a blank expression on his face: "When is my birthday coming?"

"Next week, it's very close." Heidi rubbed her forehead and said, "It's weird to send you a jewelry bouquet or something—Leo, do you have anything you want?"

"Yes," Leonardo stared at her, and suddenly laughed: "When that day comes, go hunting with me."

She really should have a good rest.

Almost since the day of her coronation, she has not stopped reviewing official documents and holding meetings, pushing stones tirelessly like Sisyphus.

And he should really spend some time with her—

Since two years ago, they have not stopped.

"Leo, are you acting like a baby?" Heidi blinked and couldn't help but kiss him: "Say it again?"

"Your Majesty," he saluted unhurriedly, "Would you like to play with me all afternoon?"

"The name is wrong," she shook her head reservedly, "Come again."

"Heidi, my angel, my lover..." He leaned over and kissed her lips, his voice was low and gentle: "Let's sneak out and play together."

"Okay." She smiled and said, "That's it."

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Yet it was absurdly difficult to carry out this well-reasoned request.

Women in this era are not able to ride horses in an open and aboveboard manner, even if they are traveling on horseback, they must sit sideways.

On the one hand, it is because women only have skirts for a long time. If they really wear skirts and bump on a horse, the inner legs of their legs will be bruised by the mane.

On the other hand, it is because it is a very indecent posture for women to open their legs openly-it can also be described as immoral.

100 years ago, the Queen of England, Anna of Bohemia, asked craftsmen to design side-sit saddles in order to be able to tour publicly.

Even a man who is brave and good at fighting is always at risk of falling or falling when he straddles a tall horse, and countless people die every year because of this.

But in order to win the right to ride a horse, women must take a greater risk and choose to sit sideways.

The stability of the body is greatly reduced, and many basic riding skills cannot be performed.

The truth is, even if the craftsmen devised side-sitting saddles and stirrups, with a barrier between the legs to prevent falls, the Queen of England would not be able to ride her horse in this position.

After deliberation, the nobles arranged for another man to sit straddling her in front of her to control the horses on her behalf.

In vulgar terms, this kind of thing is very trousers and fart.

Heidi didn't associate horse riding with these customs, and only lightly instructed Dejo to arrange the schedule, and then continued to read the letter from France.

Dejo was a bit embarrassed, and after hesitating, he still asked this question: "Are you planning...to let Mr. Leonardo sit in front of you?"

The Queen concentrated on replying to the letter, rustling the nib of her pen on the parchment: "Why does he sit in front of me?"

"Then how do you handle the horses?"

"I can ride a horse, Dejo."

"Sitting sideways is really dangerous, please be careful."

"Sit on the side?" She finally raised her head and asked, "Why do I need to sit on the side?"

"Because...the skirt..." Dejo muttered, "It's not suitable..."

"Don't I have a pair of trousers that can be used as riding clothes?" Heidi asked without thinking: "These three days are not enough for a tailor to make a pair of trousers?"

De Qiao was asked a small step back, with a very embarrassed expression: "You... plan to wear men's pants?"

This attributive sounds a bit harsh.

Heidi put down the quill and told her directly what kind of clothes she needed.

She came to the United States in her early twenties and settled there for a long time until she got old.

And as she grew and aged, another woman's name also bloomed with immortal brilliance throughout Europe and the United States——

Gabrielle Chanel.

She changed the whole world's definition of women's clothing.

Before Chanel's shop opened in Kangming Street, women dressed beautifully and gorgeously for hundreds of years.

They need a richly embellished top hat, different skirts in bright colors, and they are slowed down by their presence.

But Chanel chose to give them the same freedom as men.

The seemingly dull and serious black has become classic and full in her manuscripts, and women finally have their own trousers—light enough, flexible enough, and decent enough.

This design is taken for granted by modern people, but it caused a hurricane in that old era.

No matter how many people attack and slander, more and more women are wearing trousers or even shorts and taking to the streets, becoming a more free and independent existence.

And what she practices is also consistent with her previous words: "The elegance of clothes is the freedom of action."

This legendary woman is also quite similar to Heidi.

People are more willing to talk about her past as a mistress, her ugly relationship with the identity of a spy, and all the topics that can prove her dark and unbearable than the great designs she created.

Heidi suddenly missed her Chanel No. [-].

"Riding outfit—customized for you too?!" Dejo's astonished expression was no less than seeing her take the crown from the Pope: "I——I'll do it now."

This request was quite absurd, but she was already the supreme being, even if the tailor shook his head and muttered a few words, a whole set of clothes was delivered the next day.

Leonardo just came in to find her with a report from the radio equipment, and saw her brand new at a glance.

Clean and neat, and a kind of neutral handsome.

The slim trousers set off the curve of her legs very clearly, and the small vest and coat are not inferior to any gentleman's clothes.

Simple, atmospheric, and a great fit.

Realizing what she was trying to do, he sighed heartfeltly: "You just need a dress like this."

"I still need a good horse." Heidi adjusted her cuff buttons, raised her eyebrows and smiled: "I hope that when historians of later generations evaluate me, they will say, 'She saved women from sitting sideways. Stupid behavior.'”

"You will." Leonardo stood a little further away, looking at her slender and well-proportioned figure: "Maybe I should draw a portrait of you now."

"my pleasure."

On April 4th, people were surprised to find that among the nobles who went hunting this time, there was their queen—and she was wearing men's clothes!

Her long black hair hangs down her shoulders, she is wearing slim and light riding clothes all over her body, and she rides a horse with her legs spread open like a man!

Even quite a few nobles changed their complexions, and looked at her clothes unconsciously, showing a dazed expression.

But many times, shame is brought on by oneself.

She sat on the horse frankly and calmly, whether she was giving orders or walking and galloping, she was as stable as before, and her expression was completely without any shyness.

Seeing her heroic and hearty appearance, people felt a little more respect in their hearts.

——Only a queen can do such a thing.

The Setter Hound and the Irish Wolfhound followed the hunter into the forest, while a group of nobles waited for news at the edge of the forest.

The old hunter who took the lead quickly returned, with the falcon from Norway standing on his shoulders.

"Several deer—and wild boar!"

The queen raised her hand and blew a loud whistle, and all the people jumped into the deep forest with their horses. Ten hawks and falcons circled high and high, together with the hounds to drive away the surrounding prey.

Leonardo stood beside her holding the rein, tilting his head to signal her to look to the right: "There are deer over there."

Heidi clenched the crossbow and turned the horse's head, shouting: "hya—"

Two fine horses leapt out, climbed over the bushes to approach the target.

A male deer has already sensed the movement, but there are noises from all directions, which constantly interfere with its judgment.

"Soo——" Heidi pulled the reins and raised the crossbow with one hand to aim at the prey, without any hesitation when shooting.

One shot!

Two shots!

Three shots!

The deer was directly shot to stagger two steps, and then fell heavily to the ground.

At the same time, another wild boar was being chased from the east, and it was about to bump into them.

Leonardo raised his flintlock gun and aimed directly, and pulled the trigger in the next second: "Bang!"

The bullet directly hit its head, penetrated its spinal cord and blasted its back!

The heavy prey was knocked into the air and rolled several times, panting heavily and closing its eyes.

This is a grand and enthusiastic hunt.

It's summer now, and the animals are all eating oily and smooth, and all of them are full of fat.

The nobles drove the hounds to bite and chase, and even caught many hares.

People have gradually become accustomed to the queen's strange attire, and even take the initiative to praise her for being more beautiful than before.

After Heidi got tired from playing, she looked at the distant mountains for a while, looked sideways at Leonardo and said, "Shall we compare once?"

His Royal Highness smiled: "I am a very experienced rider, this is not fair to you."

The two of them shuttled away like two lightning bolts, leaping from the grass to the hills, their movements were quick and fast.

Heidi relaxed to such an extent for the first time in a long time——

The long wind whistled past her ears, and even her long hair fluttered like rolling waves.

Don't think about any political affairs, don't care about anyone's feelings, and don't worry about any details.

Faster, freer!

With a long hiss, the horse galloped across the plain with the wind, and was as agile and nimble as a flying dragon when overcoming obstacles.

All the scenery began to retreat quickly, and the mountains, forests, grass and fields turned into a blue color in front of them, and they accelerated their speed as if they were chasing the setting sun. pair of knights.

The two climbed over the entire mountain forest together, and only slowly returned when the dusk was sinking.

The calls of cuckoos and starlings can be heard faintly in the distance, and the fresh air of the grass is moist with dew.

They led the horses and whispered, and walked for a long time before they saw the lighted camp.

"Leo, maybe one day, after I have settled all the matters," she said suddenly, "I will also retire to the countryside and be a happy free man."

... When all her concerns are fulfilled, she may put down the crown and robes, and return to a simple life of peace and relaxation.

"At that time, I will leave with you." He held her hand, and the two of them clasped their fingers tacitly, even the palm lines were close to each other: "There will be no hesitation."

She looked at him, staring into those amber eyes in the night.

Pure and clear, no different from nine years ago.

Leonardo lowered his eyes and smiled, held her in his arms, bowed his head and kissed her forehead.

I will love all your yearning.