November 1476.
The sky above Florence is covered with clouds, just like a man's mood.
There are both regrets and grief that cannot save beautiful life, as well as deep doubts about oneself.
People who have never experienced failure are prone to this mentality.
Verocchio has been eating a little fat in the past two years. He greeted Harley, walked onto the rooftop of Anno's mansion, and looked at the somewhat lonely back.
He remembered the unwilling young man who saw him at Madame Simonnetta's funeral yesterday, who had clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
Sighing, the teacher walked to the student.
"Simonetta... has passed away."
Anno looked up at Verocchio, and said in a low tone: "Yeah."
Verocchio smashed his mouth, sat next to Anno, and patted the genius student on the shoulder.
"You don't have to blame yourself, Lawrence."
"I... just feel like myself, kind of..."
"Don't feel it." Verocchio slapped Anno's head with calloused big hands.
Annuo seemed to be frightened: "Teacher, you..."
Verocchio sent out his killer weapon directly: "Halley is very worried about you."
When Annuo heard this, he was stunned and opened his mouth.
"Simonnetta's departure is something that none of us want to see, Lawrence, it's not just you."
"I heard that you did everything you did for that little girl. You did your best. You didn't do it. You can lament and be sad." Verocchio sorted out Anno's untidy collar with helpless eyes. "But you can't be decadent, even if you are a momentary decadent, because you have Halle and you have Adrosson, do you understand?"
"...I have inquired about Simonetta in Lorenzo." Verocchio stood up and looked at the palace of Lorenzo in the center of the city. "Her situation... even if God comes, it cannot be saved. How can we just mortals and mortals who are a little more talented than mortals, so how can we take her back from death?"
Annuo raised his head and looked at Harley standing at the door of the rooftop with Adrosson in his arms. He looked at Harley's worried look and suddenly felt guilty.
The man swallowed, stood up, and came to his wife: "Halley, forgive me, I shouldn't..."
Halle smiled gently, she was such a person: "I didn't blame you, my dear."
Facing his wife who understood her, Annuo couldn't say anything.
He took a deep breath and smiled.
"I need to regroup, my dear." With such a wife, Anno only felt that he was the luckiest person in the world. He suddenly felt that he had disappeared completely because he had not saved Mrs. Simonnetta's sense of defeat.
In fact, Halle is just a guide, and Anno himself has a very strong self-regulation ability.
Verocchio, who was left aside:...
Annuo looked at his beautiful wife and thought that he should do something.
He took Adrosson, held his wife and children's hand, and walked down with a smile: "In order to improve our family's mood, I decided to cook in person in rare ways!"
Adrosson jumped happily when he walked.
The completely forgotten Verocchio:...unlucky!
The chubby teacher sat sadly on the rooftop, looking at the sky that began to turn clear, and was in tears.
"This is...what's the matter!"
............
Verocchio went home cursingly, and did not even leave dinner at Anno's house for dinner.
Annuo looked black and question marks.
But that doesn't matter. Anno let Manrio sleep by himself today, while Anno made up for his wife's worries and sadness during this period.
Simonetta's departure did not stir up splashes. The Lorenzo and Giulias brothers were also sensible people. They knew that Annuo was not blamed for this matter, nor did they choose to make things difficult for Annuo.
But the relationship between several people must have penetrated a thorn, like a thorn in the throat.
As a guest, Anno went to the Palace of Lorenzo much less often.
He was also thinking about a question.
Is the decision to give up the dissection because I don’t want to be contaminated with blood on both hands?
After thinking about this question for a long time, Annuo made up his mind.
He bought a chicken.
Annuo, who had never killed an animal, hesitated for a long time before killing the chicken with a knife.
As Anno's assistant, Halle helped Anno record some information and data, while Anno took a pen with his bloody hands and drew anatomical picture of the chicken.
Annuo didn't know what the meaning of doing this was, but he still maintained a serious attitude and completed this cruel task.
Harley was also very uncomfortable, but she would always support her lover, even if he was wrong.
After the dissection was over, the two kissed gently.
This time, Annuo recorded all the structures of the big rooster, including head, feathers, internal organs, bones, etc. on paper. The couple looked at the complete manuscript and smiled relaxed and heavy.
The relaxedness is because I finally don’t have to continue to be bloody, and the heavyness is because the scene just now has brought some psychological shadow to both of them.
Neither Anno nor Harley had killed even an animal, and other rich people and nobles liked to hunt, and Anno had never participated.
Today, it's a precedent.
The couple was lying on the bed, and Adrosson in the middle was already asleep, but both of them looked at the ceiling with their eyes wide open.
Tonight, these two people are destined to be unable to sleep.
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Luslan Diary, Italy, Florence, December 1, 1476.
I feel like I have gained some self.
I am an individual named Luslan and I am created to "see" this behavior.
I have been with this "Anno" for a long time.
But I can't understand many of his behaviors.
Unable to understand.
Why can't you understand?
It doesn't matter.
I am not created as a human being. Something like feelings may not matter, I just need to maintain the function of "seeing".
But...I do seem to have gained a little... something like myself?
Otherwise, why would I have such a complicated thinking?
It's really annoying, it's really annoying.
Is this a sequelae of imitating people?
The old butler imitated Annuo and recorded some things with a pen.
Having said that, why can't I give birth to myself?
The disguised spiritual eyes faded away, with a hint of thought in the coldness and reason.
Abandoning other issues, I and I have changed significantly at that time.
Since that didn't remind me, maybe it's best to let it go.
Ah, it’s so tiring to think, the standard housekeeper’s job is much easier than this.
I miss that time a little bit.
Missing the time in Britain...
The paper that recorded the text suddenly turned into ashes and was scattered in the air by the old housekeeper.
Chapter completed!