Chapter 223 Fall in love again and never be separated
Leonardo da Vinci stayed in London for several days.
Anno and Leonardo da Vinci talked a lot, a lot.
Let’s talk about Adroson’s growth in the past ten years, Leonardo da Vinci’s artistic activities in the past ten years, the huge changes within Florence, and Anno’s life in hiding in Tibet in the past ten years…
"I can't give you any more advice about your life, Lawrence, but in the days to come, let Adroson have his own father."
"I know, and I have made plans." Annuo touched his cervical spine with his right hand and sighed, "When do you plan to leave?"
"tomorrow morning."
"So urgent?"
Da Vinci couldn't help but smile: "You must be full of hope for your new life, otherwise you will grow old prematurely like you."
The two were silent for a while.
"Be careful when traveling alone."
"good."
...
Leonardo da Vinci has left, and what awaits him will be a free life without any restraints.
Annuo did not drive away his student Manlio, but let him stay by his side.
In the ten years since Manlio left, he studied architectural design with an architect to satisfy his interests, but his biggest wish was to stay with Annuo.
Adroson also followed Annuo, and Annuo would often teach him some medical knowledge.
Time flies by very quickly, and it has arrived at the end of 1487.
The old housekeeper Lu Silan finally couldn't hold on any longer. He was aging naturally, and even Annuo's medical skills could not reverse Lu Silan's decline.
The three of them buried Luslan outside London and embarked on a life of sojourn.
But in 1488, a letter from Leonardo da Vinci called Anno back to Florence.
Verrocchio was getting older and was not in good health. Anno chose to return to Florence, the place where his achievements began, and personally take care of Verrocchio.
On the day he returned to Florence, Anno went to the cemetery and stayed with his wife all night, telling her everything he wanted to say.
In 1490, Verrocchio, who was forced to live longer by Anno, finally could not resist the erosion of time and was buried in the Florence cemetery by Anno and Leonardo da Vinci.
In 1492, Anno finally overcame the problem of dosage of Black Death treatment drugs and cured a Black Death patient for the first time.
In the same year, Anno's paper was officially published, causing a sensation across Europe.
The most serious disease in human history, the horrific disease that killed one-third of the European population in the last century, has been conquered?
Countless doubts came, but Annuo answered them all with a cure rate of up to 70%.
But Annuo was still dissatisfied, and he continued to devote himself to the application of bacterial drugs and the pursuit of higher cure rates.
In 1493, Adrosson was sent by Annuo to a mysterious friend of his, Joseph Zolgen. After that, he was officially recognized by the mystery and entered the mysterious organization for more in-depth study.
With only his student Manlio by his side, Annuo lived a sojourn-like life throughout Europe.
In 1495, Joseph Zolgen's son was born, and he was named Machili Zolgen by Anno, his godfather.
Anno worked endlessly.
He always felt that there was too little time, and he was worried that he would not be able to make more efficient use of bacterial drugs, and that he would not be able to achieve a higher cure rate.
As a student, Manlio would often advise Annuo to stop squeezing him, but Annuo, who had become a stubborn old man, would not listen at all and stubbornly continued to work.
Anno would also go to London to visit his son after work. Adrosson had become someone he could not touch, but he still loved his father.
Occasionally, Annuo will go to the wild to relax and relieve his fatigue. He firmly believes that nature is the best place for humans to relax.
At the end of 1498, Anno was 50 years old. After returning from London to visit Adrosson, he got lost inexplicably.
The hunchbacked Anno was walking in the forest.
He walked slowly. Although he was only fifty years old, his beard and hair were all white, and he looked like he was sixty or seventy years old.
Not long after, a huge lake appeared in front of Anno's eyes.
"This is..." Annuo thought of himself and his wife, whose face she could not remember, as they seemed to have been to this place when he was still young.
The sword monument still stands in place.
"In a blink of an eye...how many years have passed?" Annuo stroked his beard, "I can't remember clearly."
He patted his neck, looked down, and found something like a sequin beside his feet.
He bent down to pick it up and found it was a piece of metal.
"What is this?...It looks pretty good."
"Teacher - teacher - where are you -" Manlio's voice came from afar.
"Stop shouting, I'm here!" Annuo put the metal fragments in his arms and walked towards the direction of the sound.
...
December 31, 1499, late at night.
An Nuo was wearing glasses and writing something at his desk.
He sighed and pulled a petri dish from the side, as if he wanted to observe the contents inside.
But as soon as he stretched out his arm, Annuo stopped in place and could no longer move.
The arms hang down weakly.
His hazy eyes were still staring at his manuscript.
Snap.
The pen fell to the ground and made a crisp sound.
The candle burned cracklingly, making Annuo's eyes seem to still have expression.
It's a pity, it's obviously just a little bit worse...
These were the old man's last thoughts.
Crunch——
The door was opened.
"Teacher, I'm here to bring you some food. Please go to bed early - Teacher! Teacher!!"
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A charming woman stands above the earth.
The old man's soul was recovered, but he still maintained his posture of writing at his desk.
"Wonderful life." The charming woman couldn't help but praise.
She waved her hands and her power moved.
The old man's soul quickly became young and agile.
17 years old.
Huh? Wrong? It seems to be okay. Adjust it a little more?
The charming woman transformed by Alaya, who has the power of restraint, is thinking.
After the anti-pollution intensifies, will even this kind of thing be possible...
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Adrosson rushed back.
This young man is 24 years old and has long burgundy hair.
Annuo did not wait for his arrival.
All Adroson saw was a tombstone and Manlio who was helping his father plan for his future life.
Annuo's tombstone and Harley's tombstone stand together, as if relying on each other.
Manlio was sitting on the side, holding a drawing board, crying silently, and drawing something.
Annuo in the painting maintains a posture of bending over his desk, eyes closed, one hand hanging on the ground, with only the lonely candlelight accompanying him.
"The Departure of the Giants" is Manlio's name for the painting.
The two brothers stood in front of the tombstone.
Adroson cried in pain, while Manlio shed tears with a slight smile.
"Mr. Lawrence and Ms. Halle have fallen in love again and will never be separated..."