In November, the winter rain season has not yet entered completely and the rainfall is not heavy.
The drizzle turns into dewdrops, condenses on the leaves and grass, emitting a fresh and natural atmosphere, and is verdant.
Annuo carried a simple drawing board, a stool, and a paintbrush, a palette and some paints in his hand.
Although his main homework is goldsmiths, if he wants to relax, he naturally has to choose oil paintings.
He came to the river, put down his luggage and focused and nervousness when he was studying and working, and breathed the fresh water vapor in the air.
The long hair is still there and is often taken care of, scattered very smoothly behind Annuo, and is gently blown up by the wind.
Annuo is almost 18 years old now and is 180 years old. Although he eats well on weekdays, he still looks a little thin.
After finding a good viewing spot, Annuo placed the simple easel and prepared to start painting.
He wanted to draw a landscape oil painting and was expected to finish it before he went back.
While he was fully exercising his art, a figure appeared not far away from him, secretly observing his every move.
The figure in the dark looked at Annuo and scratched his head: "Is that person the so-called artist?"
Annuo's concentrated paintings did not notice behind him at all.
The figure in the dark is on an outing today. I thought it was an ordinary and uninhabited grass by the river, but I didn't expect there were already guests before she came.
The prototypes of Anno's canvas, rivers, trees, grasslands, stones, and other items have all appeared on paper.
The girl in the dark saw that Annuo did not notice her, so she became a little bolder and walked out of the woods.
When Annuo heard the movement, he also turned his head.
The two of them were stunned when they exchanged their gazes.
Annuo's long black hair was blown by the wind, so he could only use his little finger to tidy up his hair so that he could see the girl clearly.
The girl was a little curious.
"Hello, sir." The girl greeted him actively.
"Hello, Miss." The other party greeted him first, and Annuo had to stand up and return the gift.
"Are you an artist? Sir." Annuo saw the girl clearly.
The long burgundy hair, perhaps a natural curl, is actually a rare big wave hairstyle.
The girl is very beautiful, but it is not as beautiful as it makes people fall in love at first sight. It just happens that the facial features look more reasonable.
Wearing aristocratic clothes, exquisite outing dresses and small leather shoes, he looked at Anno from afar.
"Yes, I'm an artist." Annuo just took a moment of scrutiny and then looked back.
Judging from the appearance of the girl, she is only fifteen or sixteen years old.
Seeing that Annuo could communicate, the girl came up to appreciate Annuo's works.
"Don't artists all create art?" Looking at the exquisite and realistic scenery produced by Annuo, the girl expressed different opinions.
"Um?"
"You are just copying nature, is it art?" The girl didn't understand very well, but she asked bravely.
But Annuo was not angry, but instead a light flashed in his eyes.
This girl he didn't know gave him some inspiration.
"The name below is Lawrence Anno Falgo. Can you know your name?"
"I'm Halle." The girl smiled in a standard way, "Hali Baharguli Orwis."
"Owys..." Annuo recalled for a moment and found that he had a memory of this surname in his memory.
It seems to be an old noble baron in Florence?
Chapter completed!