Anno stood not far behind Halle: "No, Manrio's learning progress is OK now."
Manrio is not that genius, he is willing to work hard and has not lost much in painting when he is learning sugar making skills.
"Why are you, why did you come to the river?" Annuo asked with a smile.
"Why did you come here? That's mine." Halle turned her head back and looked at the shimmering waves on the river.
Anno did not answer, but just smiled and sat not far beside Harley: "How is the business recently?"
"..." Harley was silent at first, and then replied with a smile, "Although I'm a little tired, this is my life."
On the river surface, a fish jumped out of the water, causing a wave of turmoil.
Annuo loosened his hair and lay on the grass.
It is not yet winter, and the temperature remains at 16 or 17 degrees.
Annuo's long hair has not grown back to its original length, but it is not short anymore.
He lay on the ground and looked at the sky: "That's good, but should we say it's unfortunate or lucky to be able to choose our interests as a profession?"
Harley didn't answer.
There is a long silence between the two.
"Hey, Lawrence, I've always had an idea after seeing the clothes you designed." Halle also lay on the ground, pillowing her elbow, muttering.
"Tell me, look."
"Now, whether it is the upper class or the lower class, the clothes worn by the people are so complicated. I was thinking, if the structure you designed can be applied to daily clothing instead of dresses..."
"That's what...a great idea."
"And don't you think it's really ugly for men to wear those completely close-fitting leggings?"
"......Indeed." Annuo recalled that he could only occasionally wear light straight-leg pants he designed at the banquet, and most of the time he had to wear those stupid and uncomfortable tights, and responded involuntarily.
"Lawrence, I am the daughter of the noble, but I hate the aristocratic behavior and stubbornness." Halle explained her thoughts, "I want to make some innovation!"
"What do I need to do?" Anno smiled.
"I'll do it myself this time." Halle's smile revealed confidence. "I like to make clothes, and I know about what kind of clothes are convenient, beautiful and cheap."
"If there is anything I need to help, 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." Halle looked at the youth.
But there is a complex complex in my eyes.
Anno felt Halle's gaze, but did not dare to turn around to look.
Are the two really not moved?
......
Annuo sat on his workbench, with a piece of jewelry in front of him?
As for jewelry, isn't it a bit too big?
这是一件奢华到有些不真实的装饰物.
Rather than a necklace, it is more suitable to say that a shawl of pure gold. In order to solve the problem of the shawl being too monotonous, he decorated the shawl with many other metals and gems. The most conspicuous one is a white gem as big as a pigeon egg located on the chest.
In order to complete this work, Annuo spent thousands of Florida to buy these things.
But judging from the current results, Annuo is satisfied.
This shawl made of gold is not too ostentatious and old-fashioned like a simple gold chain, but is indeed made of fine gold wire, reflecting light and looking extremely dazzling.
This piece of jewelry is the one that has been the most expensive, spent and the best effect since Annuo learned it.
Leonardo da Vinci and Manrio were surrounded by surprise.
"Lawrence, are you going to sell this jewelry?" Leonardo turned around the shawl, almost dazzling Anno's eyes.
"Sell...uh, for the time being, not to sell." Anno grabbed Da Vinci, "Leonardo, you should be more steady."
Verocchio walked in: "Oh, Lawrence, is this your new work?"
"Well, teacher, please give me some comment." Annuo looked at the teacher who looked much older a year ago.
Verocchio shook his head: "I won't judge, your achievements and skills have surpassed me too much."
Since Gilandaillo, Perugino and Botticelli left the studio, Verocchio has been leaping into the ocean of creation. This year, Verocchio's excellent works have shown a blowout increase.
But in front of outstanding students, Verocchio chose to admit Anno'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?"
Annuo hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Yes, I plan to keep it for a while."
Verocchio patted Anno on the shoulder: "You have your own ideas, then do it, boy."
Anno eventually named the shawl-like necklace "Goddess Love".
......
The completion of the goddess' love symbolizes that Annuo's liquidity is starting to lack again.
There was no choice but to accept a few more orders and barely maintain their lives.
Time slowly moved forward to December.
Halle's long burgundy hair appeared in Anno's mansion.
After more than a month of design and experimentation, Harley came up with the answer that at least satisfies herself.
This is a dress designed specifically for girls, a coat paired with a dress that abandons the separation structure and integrates the upper and lower parts, and high heels that make women look taller.
There was a hint of blushing on Harley's face, showing her achievements.
"How do you feel? Can such clothes be promoted?"
Annuo touched his chin: "What the people are interested in is not about ornamentality, it is something that only the upper class and nobles will consider. The first thing they need to care about is cheapness and affordability."
"The cost of this dress is not expensive," Halle said relaxedly. "I know that people's income is not very high, so the price of this dress is very low."
"That's why I said, 'I made it'!" Halle turned around in her dress.
"Your intelligence surprised me, Halle." Anno looked at the excited Halle and was happy for her, but he had some other thoughts, "Can you wait for me for a moment?"
"Please." Halle smiled politely.
Annuo 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:
Chapter completed!