January 1, 1487, early morning.

A man in a hood sits next to the pool.

The man's appearance was hidden under the hood, and it was vaguely visible that he had a undressed face and a shaved beard, but his skin was quite white.

An old man stood beside the man, trembling with some paint.

The man holds a drawing board and draws a street scene in London.

"It's almost ten years since I touched the drawing board..." The man's tone was full of nostalgia.

"Master, your skills have not yet regressed." The old man's words were a little trembling and full of emotion.

The pictures on the drawing board are lifelike and realistic.

"But some hands are indeed born..." The man sighed and put the drawing board aside.

The man stood up, his figure was thin but his height looked quite tall. He was just a little hunched.

The sun shone on him, pulling his figure long.

......

"Godfather, is my father... really here?" The boy with short burgundy hair sat in the carriage, looking politely at the man with a slightly majestic facial features.

"...will be there." The man with majestic facial features sighed.

He sat by the window and looked out at the scenery outside the car.

Lawrence, will you really go to the appointment...

The burgundy-haired boy looked a little reserved: "In my impression, I only saw my father, godfather, what kind of person is my father when I was very young?"

Leonardo da Vinci rolled his eyes: "Luo Song, how many times have you asked me this question?"

Adrosson scratched the back of his head with a little shyness.

Leonardo da Vinci murmured, "Then I'll say it again."

"Your father is a handsome, elegant and talented artist. Although I don't know what that bastard is doing now, at least I have the impression of him back then. Lawrence Anno Falgo, the most famous artist in Florence, is the best in oil paintings, sculptures, and jewelry. 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...will that really be good?"

"Just do it!" A vein rose on Da Vinci's forehead. "That bastard threw you to me after your mother passed away and ran away, saying 'something that must be done' is extremely irresponsible to you and me, do it!"

Ah, the tone is full of indiscriminate.

"I understand!" Adrosson's face turned red and he agreed loudly.

Actually, I'm a little eager to try.

......

The carriage drove to the entrance of London.

A guard stopped the carriage.

Leonardo da Vinci stretched out his head and asked, "Is there anything wrong, sir?"

The guard showed a kind smile: "Is it Mr. Adrosson?"

Leonardo da Vinci frowned, turned his head and looked at Adrosson, who nodded.

"I am, is there any problem?" Aderosson asked.

"No, but a gentleman asked us to come to the city today if we meet a man named Adrosson and tell him that someone is waiting for him in the London Square." The guard smiled and said this, then retreated to the door.

The carriage drove into the city, and Leonardo da Vinci and Adrosson looked at each other.

Leonardo da Vinci excitedly grabbed Adrosson's hand: "Luosong, your father is here, here!"

Luo Song was also very happy and cheered: "Yeah! Yeah!"

......

Anno and Luslan were still sitting by the pool.

Luslan is already relatively old, but he still follows Anno.

He was a little worried that the shell he had pinched casually at that time had almost been damaged as time passed.

Well, it’s not bad. After the damage is damaged, you can still use your spirit body to continue to follow. It doesn’t matter.

Anyway, those two guys can't find it...

Alas? Could it be that I am very proud now?

Putting aside Luslan, Annuo, who had been silent, finally saw the person he wanted to see at the end of the street.

The rare burgundy hair color and the no longer handsome friends.

His hands trembled and he put the drawing board aside.

Logically speaking, Annuo, who had dissected so many people, should have his hands very stable, but at this moment, he couldn't help but tremble.

Annuo stood up and slowly took off his hood.

He is 39 years old this year, full of vicissitudes and the atmosphere of time.

His handsome face has disappeared, leaving behind the engravings of time.

But from the eyebrows, you can still see the unhidden background.

Leonardo da Vinci also noticed who the man standing by the pool was. He paused in place, handed over the things in his hand to Adrosson on the side, and then ran towards Anno.

"My brother, friend, finally." Annuo's eyes were filled with tears.

But he found that something seemed wrong with Leonardo da Vinci.

Leonardo da Vinci seemed to be roaring.

Annuo heard what he was yelling.

"You—this—smooth—egg!!!!"

Leonardo da Vinci ran very fast, which was definitely the fastest time in his life.

Annuo was still stunned and didn't have time to dodge.

Leonardo da Vinci had already rushed to Annuo, and Annuo reacted.

"Don't......"

Bang!!!

Leonardo da Vinci hit Annuo's nose like a meteor, and directly knocked Annuo away with an angry punch.

Behind Annuo is the pool. The flying Annuo nosebleed directly drew a beautiful arc in the sky, and then...

Crazy-

It fell into the water.

Da Vinci was dressed in a rough manner and excitedly said to Anno in the pool: "Dog, let's leave without saying goodbye, right? You have to do it, right? Abandon your family, it's just a matter of letting me catch you..."

"Puff, puff--ah." Annuo was a little confused by the hammer, and he crawled up from the pool with his power.

The pedestrians around were talking.

Annuo was lying on the ground with wet all over, confused, and felt a small embrace hugging him.

"Father...Father, I miss you very much..."

Adrosson cried and hugged his embarrassed father.

Annuo reacted and hugged him, and in disbelief he lifted his wet bangs and held the face of the person in front of him: "You are...Adrosson."

"Yes." Adrosson nodded with tears in his eyes.

After getting affirmation, Annuo directly held his son in his arms and was unwilling to let him go.

"Son...my son..." He is not a stern heart, how can he not miss his own son?

However, Annuo really didn't want to bring this kind of escape career that was almost wandering to his son.

Leonardo da Vinci sighed and pulled Ano up.

The two former geniuses looked at each other again.

Suddenly I laughed.

"Lawrence!"

"Leonardo!"

The two of them hugged each other and patted each other on the back.
Chapter completed!