Annuo got up very early.

His bedroom is on the second floor. As soon as he left the door, he saw Verocchio, who was also getting up but still wearing pajamas.

"Good morning, Mr. Verocchio." He looked polite.

"Good morning, Lawrence." Verocchio was tall.

"The servants will bring the breakfast to the restaurant. You can go there first and wait." Verocchio pointed in a direction. "When I finish breakfast, I will take you to the place where I work."

"I understand." If a person's behavior is quiet enough, some things will appear extremely polite.

Breakfast was porridge, and Verocchio, who had dressed, took Anno downstairs.

As a great artist, Verocchio has a prominent status and naturally has a lot of money. His residence is a three-story duplex structure. He himself lives on the third floor. The piano room and precious works are collected on the third floor. The second floor is two separate rooms and a reception hall. The dining room and Verocchio's separate office are here.

As for the first floor, half is the servant's residence, and the other half is naturally the studio of Verocchio. At the same time, some students' works and ordinary works of Verocchio are also displayed here.

The two went downstairs, and Verocchio explained to Anno: "There are not many people in the studio today. It seems that except for you and me, and a student, they all went out to find inspiration."

"I understand that the creation of gorgeous art always requires more inspiration." Anno smiled.

"Well, your understanding is very good." Verocchio was very satisfied. "They can only go out in the past two days. It's winter now, and it's raining a lot. It's been raining for a week. Those children must be impatient."

Verocchio's house is gorgeous and has a high-end decoration, with carpets every inch.

The door to the studio has been opened by the servant.

A dark brown haired man sat in the studio with his back facing them, writing and drawing on paper.

Hearing the movement, he stood up and turned his head.

"Good morning, Mr. Verocchio." The man was a little thin, not tall, and had curly hair. He could barely say that he was handsome.

"Good morning, Botticelli." He walked to the easel of a man named Botticelli and quietly watched Botticelli's new works.

"You still like portraits very much, Botticelli." The picture shows a woman's sketch, vivid and sweet.

Botticelli smiled and said nothing.

Verocchio pulled Ano over.

Annuo was a little restrained and was pinching the corner of his clothes.

"From now on, this gentleman will be a new member of our studio." He patted Anno's back.

"Hello, Lawrence Anno Falgo." Anno extended a hand and greeted him friendly.

"Hello, Sandro Botticelli." Botticelli was also very friendly, grabbed Anno's hand and shook it.

"Lawrence can be a model in the studio, and if you want to continue honing your skills, you can just ask him."

"Is that true? I understand, Mr. Verocchio." Botticelli raised and down a lot of thin Anno and nodded.
Chapter completed!