You will also encounter Shura Field after exile [Greek Mythology]

"My Lord, with great humility, I beg you to punish them." The bishop knelt in the tall church and prayed devoutly.

He seemed to have noticed something, and frowned forcefully.

"Come on, call that painter over here, and put on clothes in all these scandalous paintings." He ordered.

The painter came back in bewilderment, looked at the little angel on the dome, understood what the bishop meant, shrugged his shoulders, and wanted to explain something, but he quickly gave up.

"Okay, I'll dress them," he said, "and I'll go get ready."

The bishop nodded in satisfaction, and then walked out. He suddenly remembered something, "Who inspected and accepted it, and didn't find such a scandal?"

"Yourself," whispered a priest.

The bishop gave him a look of displeasure, and then he immediately shut up.

"Don't mention this matter again." The bishop said, "Anyway, he has already changed it, and not many people have seen it."

The priest decided to nod.

The middle-aged painter asked his assistant to carry the ladder, and then stood under the dome to look at it. He touched his chin and had to shake his head.

As far as his personal preference is concerned, it is still better to look good without clothes.

What shame is there in the human body?

But in the midst of the war, it was difficult to find a place to live, and he couldn't be kicked out because of this, so let's find a way to modify it.

He glanced at it reluctantly, walked out, and prepared to mix the paint. When will this world be handed over to humans.

"To be honest, I think it's good not to wear it." The doctor said softly.

"I didn't expect you to have such a hobby." Typhon couldn't help but said.

The doctor glanced at the other party and shook his head, "I mean, for this painting."

"I don't really understand. There are red horse knights patrolling here." Typhon folded his arms, "Why did she come back?"

"She lied to me that if I came here, I might suffer from flesh." The doctor spread his hands helplessly, but he showed a faint smile, "But I saw some interesting things."

The doctor walked over, stretched out his hand, and pointed to the rose window of the church, "Look at this."

"I heard that it is very difficult for you to be born, unless you have parents, but that is not called being born, it needs the world to know your face and call you by your name." Typhon muttered, " You look like a countryman, who will torture you, and it is said that you can't perform any miracles."

"Anyway, it's disgusting to death."

Yet he went to the rose window and looked up.

Typhon burst out laughing, "I'm sorry, it's really funny."

The doctor also laughed, "It's just very funny."

"I don't know what kind of strange idea it is." The doctor covered his mouth and laughed, "They really, that is, painted the Son of God with a vicissitudes of life and even a beard when he was born."

"To be honest, doesn't your mother feel panicked?" Typhon said with a smile.

The doctor covered his eyes, "I don't know, I really don't know about this."

"But I promise, there must be no such thing." He put down his hand, "I was also the most handsome young man in ten miles and eight towns back then, okay?"

Typhon studied his face carefully for a while.

"I can only believe half of it." He said solemnly, "Okay, I think you can't bear it anymore, so leave now."

The doctor stretched out his hand and gently placed it on the rose window, "To be honest, Maria is still very beautiful."

He seemed to remember something, and Typhon put his hand on his shoulder.

"When we went to Jerusalem, there must be a story about the place you went to in the middle of the night." Typhon said.

The doctor was silent for a while.

"Have."

"That's the tomb of John and Mary," he said softly.

"Didn't you go home and take a look after the resurrection?" Typhon asked.

"No, I don't remember anything about my life at that time. I only know that someone came to pick me up, and I followed." The doctor said, "I'm actually not a complete person."

He lowered his head and looked at the picture album in his hand. Inside, the young Virgin Mary embraced a dead young man.

"I think this is quite powerful." Typhon suggested positively, "Look at this dress, it's amazing."

The doctor gave a forced smile.

"Yes, very thin." His eyes fell on the face of the Virgin.

The Virgin and Child on the rose window had never reminded him so much of the memories he had lived before.

However, when he was in the north of the Alps and saw some contemporary paintings or sculptures in the album, he didn't know why he couldn't sleep all night, tracing the woman's face with his fingers.

He is indeed being reshaped by humans.

The doctor raised his hand and covered his chest.

He was once sublimated into a god.

But now this kind of pain is a sign that he has been reduced to a human being. He fully knows this, and that girl also knows this.

He could refuse, she was tempting herself to try, and he did respond to this temptation without disappointment.

But even though the pain was extremely severe, he couldn't refuse it at all, and he could immediately return to his father's side to accept the baptism of the holy light.However, he looked down at the face of the Virgin.

When he was 30 years old, he left her.

How did she spend the rest of her life?

Work as before, but he will never come home.

What about John, do you still like to drink and play cards?

"He always loses." The doctor showed a helpless smile, "Always loses, but he has a good temper, so everyone likes to play with him."

Typhon's scarlet eyes looked at the young man's docile face, he also lowered his head and remained silent for a while.

"It's not your fault," Typhon said.

The doctor smiled.

"I don't know how to say it, it feels quite complicated."

"Anyway, it's nice to have a mother," Typhon said earnestly.

The painter came back with a bucket, and he saw a young man leaning against the wall, looking at the painting on the ceiling seriously.

"Do you like this?" he asked, laughing, "but I'm afraid I'll have to dress them."

The young man turned his eyes to look at him, showing a smile.

"Well, I think it's fine not to wear it."

"Not too good," said the painter, "Winter is coming, and a child as young as Angel will definitely be frozen if he doesn't wear clothes."

The youth was amused by him.

"Mr. Michelangelo Buonarroti, it's a pleasure to meet you." He held out a hand, "I have seen your Pieta."

"It's really a rare masterpiece in this world." He said with a smile.

The painter seemed surprised, but still stretched out his hand, "Did you come from afar?"

"Yes." The young man said with a smile. He has chestnut hair, a mild and handsome face, and is wearing a white shirt and neat pants. He looks very decent. "I am a doctor."

"It's really great to have a doctor in the city now." The painter laughed, "Then I have the audacity to welcome you on behalf of the city of Rome."

"Thank you." The doctor said with a smile.

"If you are interested in art, I recommend you to visit Florence, where many young artists gather." The middle-aged man said with a smile, "If you want to buy a statue of the Madonna, you'd better hurry up, because I think those The young man may soon be famous."

The young man smiled.

"I don't really understand these things." He said softly, "Actually, the reason I came to Rome is because it's too chaotic here, and there are always wars, so maybe I can help a little bit, and it feels like a lot of bans have been issued recently. "

He lowered his eyes, as if something was on his mind.

Michelangelo came over and patted him on the shoulder, "It's true that life is getting more and more difficult. The world is always very hard."

"But I really hope they don't have to work so hard." The doctor said, "Forget it." He smiled.

"Speaking of which, how did the Virgin Mary look created?" The young man spread his hands, "I mean, everyone has never seen the Virgin Mary, but the current one seems to be different from the one in the stained window or print."

"Everyone has a Madonna in their hearts." The middle-aged man thought for a while and replied, "I actually came thinking of my own mother, and I think they are too."

"Or his young and beautiful wife who is giving birth to a new life." The middle-aged man replied, "After all, the Virgin is a human being."

"And what about the Son?" asked the young man. "I mean, why didn't he have a solemn face when he was born?"

"The Holy Son is also a human being." The middle-aged man whispered, "Didn't it be at that time?"

He suddenly noticed a strange light in the young man's dark brown eyes, "Thank you." He said with a smile, "Thank you for answering my question."

Then he put his hands in his pockets and walked out slowly. The sunlight poured in from the tall rose window, outlining complex and colorful colors on the ground. Michelangelo looked at the cross on the other side of the church, and also Dyed colorful.

A certain composition seems to be felt in his artist's eye.

This young man is running counter to the cross.

However, he felt a flash of something similar to holiness and brilliance from his body.

When the young man walked to the door, he took out a pipe from his pocket and took a puff. Michelangelo felt that he must be crazy, and some kind of madness filled his mind.Dark chestnut hair, and dark brown eyes.

But this man looked like an extremely ordinary country doctor, without a pure accent, and without any noble appearance, and the clothes all over his body didn't add up to a few copper coins.

However, people seem to have forgotten what that man should be like.

Michelangelo held out his hand.

"Messiah," he said softly.

The young man turned his head sharply.

Suddenly something light illuminated his face, and he stepped out of the church door with one foot.

The young man raised his hand and couldn't help looking at his fingertips, showing a surprised expression.

"Emmanuel." The middle-aged man smiled and waved his hand.

The young man also waved his hand, "Goodbye."

Riders on red horses galloped past him unresponsively, they could no longer distinguish themselves.

The girl stood on the other side of the street waiting for him, showed a relaxed smile, and stretched out her hand, "Let's go, see that I didn't lie to you."

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