Annuo stood not far behind Harley: "No, it's okay for Manlio to slow down his study progress now."
Manlio was not that talented, but he was just willing to work hard, and he didn't miss much in painting when he was learning the craft of sugar making.
"What about you, why did you come to the river?" An Nuo asked with a smile.
"Why are you here? That's my reason." Harley turned her head back and looked at the sparkling waves on the river.
An Nuo didn't answer, just smiled and sat not far from Harley: "How is business lately?"
"..." Harley was a little silent at first, and then replied with a smile, "Although I'm a little tired, this is the life I chose."
On the river, a fish jumped out of the water, causing a wave of waves.
Annuo spread his hair and lay down on the grass.
It's not winter yet, and the temperature is still around 16 to 17 degrees Celsius.
Annuo's long hair has not grown back to its original length, but it is not too short.
He lay on the ground and looked at the sky: "That's good, but being able to choose your own interests as a career, should I say you are unfortunate or lucky?"
Harley didn't answer.
There was a long silence between the two.
"Hey, Lawrence, I've always had an idea after seeing the clothes you designed." Harley was also lying on the ground, leaning on her elbows, and murmured.
"Tell me."
"Nowadays, the clothes worn by both the upper class and the lower class are so cumbersome. I was thinking if the structure you designed could be applied to daily clothing instead of formal dresses..."
"That's it...a very good idea."
"And don't you think it's really ugly for a man to wear those tight fitting pants that fit him perfectly?"
"...Indeed." Annuo recalled that he could only occasionally wear the lightweight straight pants he designed at banquets, and most of the time had to wear those stupid and uncomfortable tights, and he couldn't help but respond. .
"Lawrence, I am the daughter of a noble, but I hate the pretentiousness and stubbornness of the nobles." Harley explained her thoughts, "I want to do something innovative!"
"What do you need me to do?" Annuo smiled.
"I'll do it myself this time." Harley's smile revealed her confidence, "I like making clothes, and I have a rough idea of what kind of clothes are convenient, beautiful, and cheap."
"If you need my help for anything, I won't be stingy, miss." Annuo said half seriously and half jokingly.
He and Harley have known each other for a long time, and so far they still maintain a relatively good and pure friendship.
"Of course, Lawrence." Harley looked at the young man.
There was a trace of complicated emotions in his eyes.
Annuo felt Harley's gaze, but did not dare to turn around to look.
Are two people really not in love?
...
Anno was sitting on his workbench, with a piece of... jewelry in front of him?
Is it a bit too big for jewelry?
This is a decoration that is so luxurious that it seems unreal.
Rather than a necklace, it would be more appropriate to call it a pure gold shawl. In order to solve the problem of the shawl being too monotonous, he embellished it with many other metals and gemstones. The most conspicuous one is a full-foot shawl located on the chest. A white gem as big as a pigeon's egg.
In order to complete this work, Annuo spent thousands of floras to purchase these things.
But judging from the current results, Annuo is satisfied.
This shawl made of gold is not like a simple gold chain, which is too ostentatious and old-fashioned, but is indeed made of fine gold wires, which reflects the light and looks extremely dazzling.
This piece of jewelry is the most expensive, most expensive, and most effective piece of jewelry since the Anno Institute.
Da Vinci and Manlio stood around and marveled.
"Lawrence, do you plan to sell this piece of jewelry?" Leonardo da Vinci moved around the shawl, almost dazzling Anno.
"Sell...well, not for the time being." Annuo grabbed Da Vinci and said, "Leonardo, please be more steady."
Verrocchio walked in: "Oh, Lawrence, is this your new work?"
"Well, teacher, please evaluate me." Annuo looked at the teacher who looked much older than a year ago.
Verrocchio shook his head: "I won't judge. Your achievements and skills have already surpassed mine by a lot."
Since Ghirlandaio, Perugino and Botticelli left the studio, Verrocchio has dived into the ocean of creation. This year, Verrocchio's outstanding works have increased exponentially. .
But in front of outstanding students, Verrocchio still chose to recognize Annuo's transcendence.
Annuo didn't know what to say, so he could only stand up and hug his teacher.
"Aren't you going to sell this piece of jewelry?"
An Nuo hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Yes, I plan to keep it for a while."
Verrocchio patted Anno on the shoulder: "You have your own ideas, then go for it, young man."
Anno finally named this shawl-style necklace "Goddess of Love".
...
The completion of Goddess' Love also means that Annuo's liquidity is starting to run out again.
There was no other way, so Annuo could only take a few more orders and barely make ends meet.
Time slowly advanced to December.
Harley's burgundy hair appeared in Anno's mansion.
After more than a month of design and experimentation, Harley came up with an answer that at least satisfied her.
This is a piece of clothing specially designed for girls. A jacket is paired with an integrated dress that abandons the separate structure of the upper and lower parts, and high heels that make women look taller.
With a hint of blush on Harley's face, she showed off her achievements.
"How do you feel? Can such clothes be promoted?"
Annuo touched his chin: "What the people value is not ornamental, that is something only the upper class and nobles will consider. The first thing they care about must be cheapness and affordability."
"The cost of this dress is not expensive." Harley said easily, "I know people's incomes are not very high, so the price of this dress is very low."
"That's why I'm like, 'I made it'!" Halle twirled in the dress.
"Your intelligence surprises me, Harley." Annuo looked at the excited Harley and was happy for her. However, he had other ideas, "Can you wait for me for a moment?"
"Please." Harley smiled politely.
An Nuo walked out of the room, took a breath, and patted his chest.
He ran all the way from the reception room back to the office where he lived, grabbed a pen, and wrote on the manuscript:
I feel that my love is not spectacular, it just comes to me naturally.
