Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day

The development of things is not the same as many people imagined.

When the Nazis launched the war, before they had time to hit Vienna, they were ruthlessly defeated by the British in the rear.

The so-called appeasement policy has all become a dead letter, and many small countries nearby have also begun to unite at an incredible speed, weaving a seemingly small but extremely tenacious web.

There are too many plots and plots in this, but at least, the flames of war were kept out of Vienna.

Lorenzo is used to the days when he communicates alternately in four languages: German, Italian, French and English.

When he spoke quite fluent Italian, the clerk beside him opened his eyes wide and almost couldn't move his jaw back.

Due to the advent of war and chaos, he had to move around in various parts of the city, and sometimes had to travel further afield for meetings by car.

This time I went out for three or four months.

Anyway, modern life is easy - the telegraph can communicate with people thousands of miles away, and the transportation is less bumpy.

Sometimes he wakes up drowsily in the dark, looking at the dim street lights outside the car window, and suddenly wants to go home.

That manor is not friendly and familiar, in fact, he wants to see the man in the manor more.

After most of the trivial matters were settled, he took time to go back after the meeting.

Today is Saturday, and there are no classes in the university, so she should be at home.

Lorenzo told the guard that he came back to pick up things—actually, he didn’t have any important documents, and he just wanted to see her.

Of course he would never admit it to himself.

Hedwig is learning the violin a little clumsily.

She used to play the piano very well, but she obviously lacks talent in this kind of string music, which is not much different from sawing wood.

The girl tried to pull out a few silky and pleasant notes, but the creaking sound made people want to cover their ears.

She sighed, and when she turned her head, she suddenly saw her husband at the door.

"Lorenzo——" the girl's eyes lit up, before Qin could put it down, she walked over quickly and hugged him: "You've been away for a long time, I thought you had already left the country!"

She hasn't seen him for three months, and she misses him a little bit.

The man obviously didn't expect the girl to be so direct, her body was as stiff as a slate.

He tried to take a step back, but he didn't move.

The girl stood on tiptoe and smiled and kissed the corner of his lips, as natural as when she was newly married before, but her face was still slightly red.

"Shall we have dinner together?"

Because of this kiss, Lorenzo directly forgot what he had thought of before, looked down at her, and tentatively leaned over to respond with another kiss.

He had been her husband for half a year, and he only held her hand politely when dancing.

But this feeling is really good...

There is no burden, no worries and no guilt.

He has completely let go of many things from his previous life, and now all kinds of obstacles are not a problem.

It's easy to love someone again.

Be tempted, and then kiss her.

Hedwig didn't expect that he would lean over and kiss herself. Although it was just a superficial kiss, it was completely different from the previous kisses full of lust.

She made a soft nasal sound, and unconsciously hugged him again.

"Lorenzo..." The girl fell into his arms, her voice soft and soft: "I miss you these days."

The man stroked her drooping hair and hummed.

It took three years from the outbreak to the end of this war, and the ending was much better than he had imagined.

During these three years, they got together less often and left more often, with almost no chance to meet each other.

Lorenzo successfully expanded his arsenal and became one of the largest arms dealers in Western Europe.

He travels back and forth between England and France, like a wily chess player driving every link and accelerating the chain reaction.

very effective.

Even though he was still thinking about Hedwig and his wife who were far away in Austria, time and the war situation did not allow them to meet too much.

Correspondence is the only means of communication.

They cannot disclose any information related to the country and the war situation in the letter, so they can only talk about their three meals a day and how the weather is like.

But that's enough.

Hedwig is a very talkative person. Her handwriting is beautiful and fluent, and each letter is read in an eloquent manner, just like an essayist from England.

"Maybe I married a Jane Austen," he occasionally joked.

Italy surrendered in the first year.

A certain gentleman, despite his contempt and disgust for Mussolini, regretted the country for a few seconds.

——If this pattern is handed over to the people of the Medici family, at least they won't play a good hand of cards badly.

Then came the Far East.

With the help of Britain and the United States, they got rid of the aggression and seemed to be looking for more collaborators.

Germany is a tough stubble to deal with.

In order to solve him, Lorenzo had to fly to the distant United States, and when he came back, he brought a large order.

He really opened his eyes there—

Strange pronunciation, exaggerated clothing, and so-called burgers and pizza.

No wonder France and the UK don't see each other well, but both hate America when it comes to taste.

In the spring of the third year, Germany finally surrendered.

The whole world began to cheer and celebrate the end of this war. Soldiers returned home with scars and kissed their lovers in the streets.

When Lorenzo was flying back, he suddenly began to think about Hedwig waiting for him at the door.

The piles of letters she wrote were all collected by him himself, and numbered with gilt seals, so that even if they were scattered, they could be arranged in order quickly.

He felt young again.

Ambitious, confident, and like a young man in his 20s, he can't wait to meet his lover.

Hedwig was really waiting there, holding a bouquet of flowers and smiling all over her face.

The young doctor has successfully graduated and has served the volunteer clinic for a long time.

She has matured a lot now, adding a bit of resolute and confident temperament, looking independent and gentle.

When Lorenzo approached her, he quickened his pace to a quick run.

"I'm back." He held her in his arms with open arms and repeated repeatedly, "I'm back... Hedwig..."

"You are already an Austrian hero now," the beauty smiled and kissed his lips, reaching out to caress his face: "Vienna has always been at peace, you are very good at keeping your word."

The following days became more relaxed and smooth, and their relationship flowed smoothly, without more suspicion and suspicion.

Lorenzo controlled the center of power in Vienna, and his control of the situation was always cautious and steady.

Hedwig started to do more charitable activities and became a well-known local doctor.

During the year she was pregnant, Lorenzo took her to another location for their honeymoon.

Florence, Italy.

Under the influence of some mysterious forces, Italy is now obedient and very friendly, and its business exchanges with Austria have become more frequent.

Although Hedwig was curious as to why she didn't go to Milan or Rome, she patted her belly and held his hand to see many sights in this ancient small city.

"Can I have ice cream?"

"...Only eat one."

Lorenzo never imagined that he would come here again in this capacity and state of mind, with a powder blue balloon tied to his lover's wrist.

Tour guides from different countries lead the crowd to and fro, pointing at statues and palaces, and frequently mentioning a certain surname.

He held her hand tightly and walked through the Municipal Square. The Cathedral of Notre Dame de Fiore in the setting sun was glowing with a faint rose color.

"here it is……"

"Old Palace." He looked up at the high-rise castle, and led her into it.

I heard that after a while, this place will also be transformed into one of the scenic spots, and the tickets are not cheap.

Everything has changed here.

The conference hall was finally filled with portraits, and it was already completely decorated.

Soft blankets, sculptures, mirrors, crystal lamps——

There are many things that he has touched with his own hands, and many are completely unfamiliar.

Lorenzo stood on the corridor and glanced back sideways.

There used to be fighting and bloodshed here, and he used to wait for news from Milan and listen to the chatter and complaints of Roman guests.

Many people used to come and go here, they used to run, argue, talk and laugh here.

His lover, his child, his enemy...

The man took a deep breath, silently saying goodbye to these memories, with a relieved and relaxed expression.

After all, Medici is just dust of history.

"You seem to be very familiar with this place," Hedwig leaned on his shoulder, smiling relaxedly: "How many times have you been here before?"

"Well," Lorenzo said calmly, looking at the city emblem of the iris flower hanging outside the window, "I have a few good friends who lived here for a while."

He began to tell her about the family's rise and fall, showing her the hidden coat of arms hidden in the wall hangings, and leading her up the sun-drenched dais.

There is no swing set downstairs, but the spring is just right.

"I used to have a friend who was a bit like you." Lorenzo took her hand and let her lean into his arms: "She is very smart and a little cunning, she likes to negotiate terms, and always tries to make things for her The country can do more."

"and after?"

"Later she married a very good man." Lorenzo looked at the distant city scene: "That man is also a genius."

"He can command wars, build ships and guns, and paint enough to amaze the whole of Italy."

The sound of the bell echoed for a long time in this ocher-yellow city, and the white doves flew up in surprise, circling endlessly in the sky.

"It sounds like she is very happy." Hedwig laughed: "This person sounds very similar to Da Vinci, if his paintings are really as good as you say."

When she visited the museum today, she was a little fascinated by those paintings, and even bought a copy of Raphael's work.

Lorenzo lowered his eyes and smiled, with a nostalgic look on his face.

"As good as a Leonardo da Vinci painting indeed."

"And live as happily as you."

The author has something to say: I was quite tired today...but I still got stuck and wrote this chapter.

I was busy forgetting Da Vinci's birthday on April 4, and it would be unreasonable to miss it today.

Today is May 2019, 5, the 2th anniversary of Leonardo da Vinci's death.

Thank you for the existence of such wonderful people in this world.

Consider this book a present for you, dear Leonardo.

muah.

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I'm going to the hospital tomorrow to check for allergens, my face is swollen due to allergies recently==

After that, it will be Da Vinci's extra serialization time, but the update time may not be fixed, so it will not be noted in the copy in the future.

muah!