The man's appearance was hidden under the hood. It could be seen that he was somewhat unkempt and unshaven, but his skin was quite white.
Next to the man stood an old man. The old man was trembling and holding a little paint.
The man is holding a drawing board and drawing a London street scene.
"It's been almost ten years since I touched a drawing board..." The man's tone was full of nostalgia.
"Master, your skills have not deteriorated yet." The old man's words were trembling and filled with emotion.
The pictures on the drawing board are as lifelike as if they were real.
"But some of my hands are indeed raw..." The man sighed and put the drawing board aside.
The man stood up. He was thin but looked quite tall. He was just a little hunched over.
The sun shone on his body, elongating his figure.
...
"Godfather, is my father... really here?" The boy with short burgundy hair sat in the carriage and looked politely at the man with slightly majestic features.
"...I'll be there." The man with majestic features sighed.
He sat by the window and looked out the window at the scenery outside the car.
Lawrence, will you really keep your appointment...
The burgundy-haired boy was a little cautious: "In my impression, I only met my father and godfather when I was very young. What kind of person is my father?"
Da Vinci rolled his eyes: "Luo Song, how many times have you asked me this question?"
Adroson scratched the back of his head, a little shyly.
Da Vinci murmured: "Then let me say it again."
"Your father is a handsome, elegant, and talented artist. Although I don't know exactly what that bastard is doing now, at least this is my impression of him back then. Laurence Anno Falgao, the most famous in Florence
The artist, whether it is oil painting, sculpture, or jewelry, is second to none, and many people even say that he is the greatest artist of this era."
"Father..." Adrosson's eyes revealed longing.
"Hey, Luo Song, don't forget what I told you!" Da Vinci reminded.
"Ah, I understand, Godfather." Adrosson agreed immediately, "But... is that really good?"
"Just do it!" Da Vinci had blue veins popping up on his forehead, "That bastard just threw you to me after your mother passed away and ran away, saying that 'there are things that must be done', no matter it's for you
It’s still extremely irresponsible to me, just do it!”
Ah, the tone is full of irreversibility.
"I understand!" Adroson's face turned red and he agreed loudly.
In fact, I am somewhat eager to give it a try.
...
The carriage drove to the gates of London.
A guard stopped the carriage.
Leonardo da Vinci stuck out his head and asked: "What can I do, sir?"
The guard showed a kind smile: "Is this Mr. Adrosson?"
Da Vinci frowned, turned his head and glanced at Adrosson, who nodded.
"I am, what's the problem?" Adrosson asked.
"No, it's just that a gentleman asked us that if we meet a man named Adrosson entering the city today, we should tell him that someone is waiting for him in London Square." After saying this with a smile, the guard returned.
Beside the door.
As the carriage drove into the city, Leonardo da Vinci and Adrosson looked at each other.
Da Vinci grabbed Adroson's hand excitedly: "Rozon, your father is here, he is!"
Luo Song was also very happy and cheered: "Yeah! Yeah!"
...
Annuo and Lu Silan were still sitting by the pool.
Lu Silan is already relatively old, but he still follows Annuo.
He was a little troubled because the shell he had casually pinched at that time was almost damaged with the passage of time.
That's right, after it's damaged, you can still follow it with your spirit body, it doesn't matter.
Anyway, those two guys can't find it...
Huh? Could it be that I am very proud now?
Regardless of Lu Silan, Annuo, who had been silent all this time, finally saw the person he wanted to see at the end of the street.
That rare burgundy hair color, and friends who are no longer handsome.
With trembling hands, he put the drawing board aside.
Logically speaking, An Nuo, who had dissected so many people, should have a very steady hand, but at this moment, he was shaking involuntarily.
Annuo stood up and slowly took off his hood.
He is 39 years old this year, full of vicissitudes and time.
The handsome appearance has faded away, leaving behind the mark of time.
But from between the brows, you can still see the hidden details.
Da Vinci also noticed who the man standing by the pool was. He paused on the spot, handed what he was holding to Adrosson who was standing aside, and then ran towards Annuo.
"My brother, my friend, finally." Annuo's eyes were filled with tears.
But he found that something seemed wrong with Da Vinci.
Da Vinci seemed to be roaring.
Anno heard what he was roaring.
"You bastard--!!!"
Da Vinci ran very fast, definitely the fastest in his life.
An Nuo was still stunned on the spot, with no time to dodge.
Da Vinci had already rushed in front of Annuo, and Annuo only reacted.
"Don't......"
Bang!!!
Like a shooting star, Da Vinci punched Annuo on the nose, and knocked Annuo flying with an angry punch.
Behind Annuo was the pool. Annuo's nosebleed flew up and drew a beautiful arc in the sky, and then...
Wow——
fell into the water.
Leonardo da Vinci was dressed roughly and said excitedly to Annuo in the pool: "B*tch, you just left without saying goodbye. You have to do it. You abandon your family and your family, but you are letting me catch you."
..."
"Puff, puff - ah." Annuo was a little bit blinded by the hammer, and it took the boss's strength to climb out of the pool.
Pedestrians around were talking a lot.
An Nuo was lying on the ground with his whole body wet, and he was confused when he felt a small embrace hugging him.
"Father...Father, I miss you so much..."
Adrosson cried and hugged his embarrassed father.
Annuo realized who was hugging him. He lifted his wet bangs in disbelief and held the face of the person in front of him: "You are... Adrosson."
"Yes." Adroson nodded with tears in his eyes.
After receiving the affirmation, Annuo directly held his son in his arms, unwilling to let him go.
"Son...my son..." He is not hard-hearted, how could he not miss his son.
But Annuo really didn't want to bring this kind of fugitive life, which was almost a wandering life, to his son.
Da Vinci sighed and pulled Anno up.
The two geniuses of the past looked at each other again.
Suddenly he laughed.
"Lawrence!"
"Leonardo!"
The two hugged each other in a bear hug and patted each other on the back.
Adrosson stood aside, looking at his father and godfather, smiling happily.