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Until this Omega dad appeared.

He still remembers his father's cautious appearance in front of the screen and his undisguised concern for him.

Such a demeanor, such a flattery.It was so far away that it was unexpectedly consistent with his father who was alive hundreds of years ago.

During the Renaissance in the fifteenth century, Ivan's father was a wealthy merchant in Florence. Although he had a fortune, he was often busy with business and not at home.However, his mother passed away early, so he grew up under the care of groups of domestic servants since he was a child.

At the age of ten, he was sent to study with a famous painter who lived in Florence at that time.There are even fewer opportunities to meet my father.

At that time, he was the same as he is now, and he didn't see his father once in years.

Every time my father came back from business, he would bring some oriental gadgets and carefully deliver them to him to please him.

At that time, he didn't understand and never cherished it.until his father dies abroad and he becomes unprotected

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, Only then did I understand what the word "father" actually represented.

The world is like a reincarnation, and now he is sitting in front of the desk, holding the suicide note in his hand, feeling like he has returned to the war-torn era.

The smoke was everywhere, and he was homeless.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Simon, who had been in the room like a transparent person, said "Hey" and hurried to open the door.

Ivan thought it was a staff member, so he didn't care.

Until a wisp of bird-of-paradise breath floated on the tip of his nose, he turned his head in surprise.I saw the dusty gentleman standing not far from the desk, his eyes were full of tenderness.

"Sir?" He quickly stood up, "Why are you here?"

This year's military practice is led by Carey, so he should be very busy right now.Ivan didn't quite understand why this person appeared here at this time.

But the husband just walked over in two or three steps, without saying a word, he hugged him tightly in his arms.

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Seeing that the two of them had something to say, Simon whispered, "I'll go get familiar with the environment first." Then he opened the door and went out.

The door closed with a bang.

The young man buried in his husband's chest took a small breath, and the scent of the bird of paradise filled his entire nostrils.

He raised his head and asked, "Aren't you busy?"

The tip of the boy's nose was red, his blue eyes were slightly wet, and his voice was slightly hoarse when he spoke.It was clear that the corners of his lips were curled up, but there was no look of joy in his eyes.

Carey raised his hand to the corner of the boy's lips, brushed his fingertips lightly, and said, "If you can't smile, stop laughing."

Ivan was taken aback.

In fact, he wasn't that sad at first, after all, the person who passed away was just a stranger he had never met.

But after being told by my husband, the emotions that had been suppressed in my chest suddenly found a vent, and came out like a flood like a "crash".

The memory that had been silent for four hundred years suddenly invaded his mind.

Then, tears rolled down one by one.

Ivan lowered his head and grabbed the hem of Mr.'s clothes with his fingers.

The tears were so wet that they hit the fingertips and wet the gentleman's camouflage uniform.

There was silence in the air for a long time, and the young man who kept his head down finally spoke:

"Before he left, he also said that he would take me to the places he often goes to see..."

That was the last time Ivan had a conversation with his father, and at that time, he was still unilaterally fighting with his father who was about to travel far away.

At that time, he was selected into the Medici Academy founded by Mr. Lorenzo, where he studied with many artistic geniuses.However, relying on his excellent talent, he has never paid attention to painting, and he is unwilling to devote himself to studying it carefully.

Mr. Lorenzo regretted his talent, so he told the matter to his father who had just returned from business.

My father lost his temper and quarreled with him for half a month.But when he said goodbye to him on the day before leaving, he put a gold bracelet inlaid with turquoise on his hand, patted his shoulder lightly and said, "We Ivan must study hard. When we come back next time, my father will take you to Egypt for a while."

But he remained silent until his father left Florence in a carriage, and he didn't take a good look at his father.

Recalling this, the blond boy sobbed slightly, tears streaming down his face.

"I didn't say goodbye to him...he talked to me and I ignored him, I don't know...that was the last time I saw him..."

Ivan will always remember that in the early spring of 1492 AD, the news of his father's death came from the distant Adriatic Sea.The servant cried and took him back to his hometown town, and when he opened the door, all the people looked at him with sympathy.

And in April of the same year, Mr. Lorenzo, who had always liked him very much and was also a teacher and friend with him, also passed away due to illness.

In just two months, he lost two important relatives one after another.

In the past, there were groups of domestic servants, but within a few days, they dispersed, and his family's situation fell rapidly.The whole country also quickly fell into chaos because of the death of Mr. Lorenzo.

Homes and countries are at stake.

At that time, he really wanted to cry.But after crying, realized that there was no one around to comfort me.In the end, swallowed all the tears in stomach.

He originally thought that the four hundred years of wandering in the world had made him forget everything from the beginning.But when the old scene reappeared and he still failed to catch his dear father, he realized...

Even in the past so many years, the thorn in his heart called "It's hard to calm down" has been stuck in the deepest part of his heart.

It is connected with blood and flesh, and the slightest movement is painful.

Seeing that the tip of the nose and eye sockets were red from crying, Kaili turned around and took a tissue from the table, and gently wiped the corners of his eyes.

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