"Aunt Anna, this is Manlio, my student." Annuo dragged Manlio over, who was a little afraid of strangers, and introduced him to Aunt Anna.
"Well, I didn't expect that the young man who fainted in the rain and was picked up by me could already be a student." Aunt Anna was still happy for Annuo.
Annuo said nothing.
In fact, there were many people who applied for jobs at Lawrence Studio, but Annuo rejected them all without exception.
When Manlio is taught to be alone, Annuo sometimes feels like he can get so angry that he has a cerebral thrombosis.
Annuo considers himself a calm person, but teaching children to do homework is beyond his ability!
Aunt Anna touched Manlio's head: "He looks like a good boy."
"Auntie, I'm actually almost fifteen years old." Although Manlio liked having his head touched, he still said righteously.
"Huh? Fourteen years old?" Aunt Anna looked at the little boy in surprise.
Fourteen years old, this height...
Manlio is only about 1.3 meters tall and is severely stunted.
Annuo sighed: "Let me talk about Manlio's situation, aunt."
Annuo described the situation to Aunt Anna in detail. The kind-hearted old woman punched her leg with her fist after hearing this.
"That Credi and Suatel are so abominable!" Aunt Anna said angrily.
"So I took Manlio in and taught him some skills so that he would at least not be without food in this society in the future." Annuo touched Manlio's head and had to say, it felt really good.
Manlio's hair is very soft and pure black.
Manlio lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. Perhaps he was remembering the feeling he had when he was imprisoned by Suvart.
"Of course, Manlio's talent also surprises me." Annuo smiled.
"That's good, that's good." Aunt Anna's old face showed a hint of relief, "When I saw this house full of art, I knew that your achievements were unimaginable, but my child, I am very happy.
I'm glad you didn't abandon your kindness."
She patted Annuo's arm excitedly: "Good boy, your Uncle Fedino told me before his death that kindness is our final bottom line. This is a noble emotion, and you must keep it."
An Nuo was a little hurt from being photographed, but still smiled and replied: "I understand, Aunt Anna."
Lu Silan appeared at the door of the office: "Sir, the lunch is ready."
"Let's go, Aunt Anna."
"Well, well." Aunt Anna was still a little excited.
...
After the meal, Annuo pulled Manlio to the reception room.
"Manlio, I want to ask you something." Annuo looked into Manlio's eyes.
"Teacher, I will not refuse your request." Manlio smiled shyly.
Annuo sighed: "You should learn to refuse others, Manlio." He was very satisfied with Manlio, except for the cultural class and the fact that he didn't know how to refuse others at all.
Manlio just smiled and said nothing.
Annuo touched Manlio's head: "I want you to learn one more craft...the craft of sugar making."
"Well, okay, teacher." Manlio answered without hesitation.
"Even if this delays your study of the art of painting?"
"Yes."
"You should learn to say no, Manlio." Annuo repeated this sentence again.
"The deceased uncle's name was Fedino." Manlio suddenly raised his head and looked at Annuo, looking directly into Annuo's eyes.
"Huh? Well..." Annuo was a little stunned, not knowing why Manlio mentioned this sad thing.
"Then, can I change my name to Manlio Fedino Springer?" Manlio looked at Anno seriously.
Annuo didn't know why, but suddenly felt like crying.
He hugged Manlio fiercely: "Thank you, Manlio, thank you."
Manlio blinked, then smiled and patted Annuo on the back.
...
In addition to designing clothes for Harley and others and completing the few remaining orders he had, Annuo did not take any new orders, but devoted himself wholeheartedly to learning how to make sugar.
Fedino once described the sugar-making techniques to Annuo before his death, and Annuo completely recorded it in his manuscript.
As for why he should study by himself instead of throwing the manuscript directly to Manlio, Annuo has always believed in a theory.
Only when you have learned something yourself can you be qualified to teach others.
Anno specially took Aunt Anna back to the small town of Fargo. After paying homage to Uncle Fedino, Anno directly dissected all the sugar-making tools, then recorded the model in a manuscript and returned to Florence.
After that, I made a tool myself.
After three months, when the weather started to get a little hot, Annuo finally produced qualified cane sugar.
Aunt Anna tasted the cane sugar made by Annuo and cried for a long time.
Annuo himself also felt a little emotional.
When he was rescued, he couldn't take a bite of food, so he drank water mixed with sucrose before he woke up.
Both Harley and Leonardo had visited Anno several times, and they were both surprised that he was not a graceful, quiet and elegant artist, but Lawrence, who looked like a worker with his sleeves rolled up and making sugar.
Da Vinci became interested and came over to learn sugar making with Anno for a few days. Then he was whipped back by Verrocchio with a stick.
Perhaps in order to repay Annuo for selling them the drawings at a very low price, Harry also came to help several times, which made Aunt Anna feel a little sorry for this messy little girl.
After Annuo figured out how to make sugar, he began to teach Manlio. This process would be very long because Manlio was very small. Although he was still growing, Annuo visually inspected Manlio's final results.
The height will not exceed 1.6 meters.
Because he is short, it is troublesome to use many tools, but Manlio still chooses to study seriously.
There is no other reason, just because Annuo asked for it.
............
The time has come for October.
Manlio has basically learned the art of making sugar, and Annuo can finally take a break.
One day, Annuo came to the river again and wanted to relax, but he saw a familiar burgundy color.
Halle's hair, like Anno's, is always well maintained.
"Harry." Annuo greeted with a smile.
He and Harley have been partners for a long time, and they are relatively familiar with each other. There is no need to politely say "sir" and "miss".
Saying this kind of honorific between familiar people will look very awkward.
"Lawrence? Aren't you teaching your students in the studio?" Harley was sitting on the grass and turned around when she heard Lawrence's voice.