His bedroom was on the second floor. As soon as he went out, he saw Verrocchio who had also gotten up but was still wearing pajamas.
"Good morning, Teacher Verrocchio." He looked polite.
"Good morning, Lawrence." Verrocchio was very tall.
"Breakfast will be brought to the dining room by a servant. You go there and wait there first." Verrocchio pointed in the direction. "After breakfast, I will take you to the place where you work."
"I understand." If a person's behavior is quiet enough, some things will appear extremely polite.
Breakfast was porridge. After getting dressed, Verrocchio took Anno downstairs.
As a great artist, Verrocchio had a distinguished status and naturally had a lot of money. His residence was a three-story duplex structure. He lived on the third floor. His piano room and precious works were collected on the third floor. On the second floor were two rooms.
There are separate guest rooms and a reception hall, restaurant and Verrocchio's separate office.
As for the first floor, half is the servant's residence, and the other half is naturally Verrocchio's studio. At the same time, some students' works and Verrocchio's ordinary works are also displayed here.
The two of them went downstairs, and Verrocchio explained to Anno: "There are not many people in the studio today. It seems that except for you, me, and a student, everyone went to the wild to find inspiration."
"I understand that the creation of gorgeous works of art always requires more inspiration." Annuo smiled.
"Well, your understanding is very good." Verrocchio was very satisfied. "They can only go out for these two days. It is winter now and there is a lot of rain. It has been raining for a week. Those children are very tired."
I can’t wait for it.”
Verrocchio's house was gorgeous, decorated to a high standard, and every inch was carpeted.
The studio door has been opened by a servant.
A man with dark brown hair was sitting in the studio, with his back to them, writing and drawing on paper.
Hearing the noise, he stood up and turned his head.
"Good morning, Teacher Verrocchio." The man was a little thin, not tall, and had curly hair. He could barely be said to be handsome.
"Good morning, Botticelli." He walked to the easel of the man named Botticelli and quietly watched Botticelli's new works.
"You still like portraits, Botticelli." On the screen was a sketch of a woman, lifelike, sweet and lovely.
Botticelli smiled and said nothing.
Verrocchio drew Anno over.
Annuo was a little cautious and was fiddling with the corners of his clothes.
"From now on, this gentleman will be the new member of our studio." He patted Annuo on the back.
"Hello, Laurence Anno Falgault." Anno stretched out a hand in friendly greeting.
"Hello, Sandro Botticelli." Botticelli was also very friendly, took Anno's hand and shook it.
"Lawrence is available as an in-studio model, so if you want to continue to hone your skills, just call on him."
"Is that so? I understand, Teacher Verrocchio." Botticelli looked at the thin Anno up and down and nodded.
"I still have an order to process. You can first take Lawrence to familiarize himself with the furnishings and tools. He has never been exposed to these things." Verrocchio pulled over an easel with a cloth covering it and a cloth underneath.