Annuo sat in the yard and looked at the deserted streets.
Although he was used to the noise, he still preferred silence.
Almost a week has passed since I danced with Harley on the middle of the dance floor.
Harley and Fiona's tailor shop was an unexpected hit. It received a deposit of more than one hundred floras on the first day. The previous clothes could not hold up to two floras.
Fiona looked at these golden Flora and hugged Harry excitedly and cried for a long time.
It will be a very hard time waiting for Fiona and Harley.
After the big painting exhibition, Verrocchio Studio called Lawrence, and several brothers and Verrocchio, the teacher, held a banquet together, which could be regarded as a family gathering.
Verrocchio drank too much for the first time in front of these students. He was so drunk that he cried ugly.
Normally, the two brats Ghirlandaio and Perugino would have pulled Anno along to make fun of Verrocchio, but this time, facing the sad and helpless Verrocchio, everyone Everyone was silent and couldn't say a word.
At the end of the party, Verrocchio kicked Anno and the others out of Verrocchio's studio one by one.
Then he stood at the door and covered his face and shouted: "Come out and make a name for yourself, you are Webster's students!"
Anno, Botticelli, Perugino and Ghirlandaio were lying or sitting on the ground, with a smile on their faces, but tears could not stop flowing out.
They understand that Verrocchio is allowing them to leave here without any burden and embrace a better future of their own.
Perugino packed up and set out the next day, starting his journey.
Ghirlandaio and Botticelli stayed in the studio for a few days "shamelessly".
Annuo had a chat with Ghirlanda, who wanted to open a studio of his own in Florence. Although they are not as famous as Anno, they still have a certain social status.
Verrocchio was not as energetic as before and was called a "cheerful uncle" by Leonardo da Vinci. Instead, he became a little sad and devoted more time to artistic creation.
It was late at night, and Annuo was still sitting in the yard.
An Nuo picked up the tea and was about to take a sip when he noticed that a leaf had fallen into it.
He was stunned, but smiled and shook his head, drank the tea in one gulp, then stood up and walked into the house.
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January 1, 1470.
Annuo designated this day as his birthday because he was picked up from the wasteland by heavy rain on January 1, 1465 by Uncle Fedino and Aunt Anna.
It didn't rain today, and Annuo planned to go out to relax. A lot of things happened during this period, which made his thinking a little incoherent.
The air after the rain is very fresh. Ever since Annuo entered the art world, his nose has been filled with the pungent smell of oil paintings. It is refreshing to come out like this occasionally.
Instead of riding in a carriage, he rented a horse and started running by the river.
Anno and Verrocchio had learned riding skills and were pretty good at it.
He touched the neck of the horse he sat down on and said, "Faster, pony, faster."
The cold wind carried moisture and blew on An Nuo's face, making it misty. This cold feeling will make him sober up.
Recently, various banquets, parties and countless orders have almost made Annuo tired.
He raised his head and took a deep breath.
Maybe I should take fewer orders.
Or let Manlio hurry up and grow up!
As for yourself...get some truly luxurious jewelry in your spare time.
He hates a life that is too tiring. To put it simply, he is lazy.
Patting the horse's neck, Anno started back to Florence.
............
Annuo returned to his office and wrote on a piece of paper: It is very important and very effective to regulate your emotions to relieve anxiety.
He would record almost all of his thoughts and reflections on issues on paper and bind them, and look at them occasionally. Not only can you look back at the past, but you can also present new thoughts on existing problems. It is also an important means of recording your own existence.
Anno often doubts his own existence, because not only the Fedinos and Verrocchio, but also after he gained a certain social status and ability, he also tried to find his own past, including more than a year of travel. In fact, It's not just traveling. While traveling, Annuo was also inquiring about which family had lost a child named Lawrence Annuo.
After all, he has almost no memory of the past ten years or so. Only the doctor who treated him speculated that he was probably seventeen years old when he was found.
Since I have lost my past, is my future real?
Annuo was almost bewildered when he thought about this problem.
After all, a normal person knows nothing about his past, past identity, past life, and past relationships. This is a very scary thing.
Annuo has been searching, but has found nothing.
He placed the paper on the top of the pile next to him. Annuo's manuscript had already written more than a thousand pages.
Boom, boom, boom.
"Come in." Annuo straightened his appearance and said.
Butler Lu Silan opened the door and walked in: "Master, this is a letter for you."
Annuo asked: "Who sent the letter?"
"The postman said it was a letter from an old woman in the small town of Fargo."
Annuo took the letter and frowned: "Let me take a look."
Lu Silan bowed slightly and exited the door.
Annuo tore apart his faith.
"My dear young man, Laurence Annoy Falgault."
"How have you been lately? I heard you've become a big shot in Florence. I'm happy for you."
"However, I have to tell you this painful and regretful news, Lawrence, my young man."
"Your uncle, Fedino Joe Oligovich Falgo, is ill, very ill."
"He wants to see you, so I beg you, can you go back to Fargo Town?"
"Love your aunt, Anna."
Annuo held the letter, a little disbelieving, and his hands were trembling.
Uncle Fedino is sick? When I went to see him a month ago, I felt that he looked pretty good. How could he get sick so quickly?
He slammed the table: "Lu Silan!"
Lu Silan opened the door again and came in: "Master."
"Help me prepare the carriage. I'm going to Fargo now."
An Nuo stood up and walked towards the door.
Lu Silan followed him: "But, sir, it's almost dark now..."
"It doesn't matter, I can bear to travel at night, so make arrangements quickly." Annuo's words were a little impatient.
"Okay, I understand, sir." Lu Silan could only nodded and went to arrange the carriage.
Annuo pinched the corner of his clothes nervously: "Uncle Fedino..."
