Strawberry Orange Star Night

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When he really saw his mother, Fuge's mind went blank.Naranja was bluffing in his ears, and yelled loudly for the taxi driver to stop. As soon as the car pulled over, he opened the door and jumped down, waving wildly at Fuge.

Fuge hesitated for a while, shook his head, regained consciousness, paid some tips to the driver, and got out of the car.He felt light under his feet, like stepping on clouds.

"Hurry up! What are you in a daze for?"

Nalanja obviously couldn't see Fuge's way of wandering in the sky, he quickly pulled Fuge's arm, held it tightly, and ran away.Fuge staggered a few steps, ran with his long legs for a few meters, and the cello behind him knocked his head against the bumps.He gasped and broke away from Naranca.

Nalanja turned around and saw Fuge frowned and rubbed the back of his head, and then looked at Qin behind him, the puzzlement in his eyes quickly turned into guilt.He leaned towards Fuge, took out a candy from his pocket, peeled off the candy wrapper, raised the candy ball and tapped Fugo's lips.

Fugo opened his mouth and ate.The sweet orange taste melts in the mouth, and the mint cool air rushes to the nasal cavity.He finally calmed down and looked down at Naranja, who was wringing his hands in bewilderment.

"I'm sorry, Fogg."

"It's okay, this way, I'm a little more sober."

Fugo squeezed his hands, pried one open, and held it in his palm.Nalanga used the other free hand to hold Fugo's arm, and pulled out the dry cleaning bag to hold it by himself.

Don't let the eldest young master take too many things, or the family will be upset when they see it!Naranja said.If it wasn't for Fuge's refusal, he still wanted to snatch Fuge's piano and carry it on his back.Seeing Nalanja's righteous speech, Fuge couldn't help laughing.

They walked towards the luxurious mansion.The taxi was not far away, only more than 200 meters away, and they quickly returned to the door, but Fuge's mother was no longer at the door.

Fogg rang the bell next to the gate again, the display came on, and they saw the butler again.However, this time, the old man had a kind smile on his face.With a heartfelt "Welcome home", the door slowly opened.

Taking a deep breath, Fugo held Naranja in his hands, raised his legs and walked in.

On the long white fine sand road, rows of boxwood and cypress trees are planted in a patchwork pattern, tall and dense, all of which are carefully trimmed into a beautiful conical shape.On one side of the road is a lush forest garden, and on the other side is a vast horse farm surrounded by log railings.Going up this long sloping road until you reach the garden square, you can see more pruned trees and planting altars. The green trees and red flowers are assembled into regular geometric shapes, symmetrical along the central axis, and dotted according to the terrain.The gurgling clear spring gushes out from the hand of the smooth marble goddess statue, and then jingles and cascades, everywhere is green and sparkling.

Naranja completely lost the aura of dragging Fugo to run back.He didn't move his head very much, and he didn't speak, only his eyes wandered around, quietly glancing at the beautiful scenery around him.Fugo recalled the first time he brought Naranja back to "Enthusiasm".Now...it's much better than it was then.

In the garden several gardeners are stepping on ladders and trimming trees.Seeing Fugo coming, they greeted him one after another.Fugo nodded one by one, walked through the garden with Naranja, and finally came to the beautiful Roman Baroque building.No sooner had they approached the pale orange arched doorway than the heavy carved wooden door opened to them, and the butler welcomed them inside.

Hand-painted murals, Sicilian tiles, expensive ornate antique chandeliers... Fuge had mixed feelings. He looked up at the high ceiling in the foyer and sighed.Everything is so familiar.Passing the living room, passing a porch, and a small courtyard... Finally came to the mother's tea room.

The two were placed on comfortable velvet soft chairs by the butler, with the cello leaning firmly on one side.The dry-cleaning bags were taken away by a maid and stored properly, while another maid served black tea and snacks for them.The old man told them that his wife would come later, and then he left with the maid, leaving only Fuge and Nalanja in the tea room.

Fuge finished the candy in his mouth, and his mouth was a little dry, so he let go of Naranja, raised the bone china cup and drank it all in one gulp.He put the cup back on the porcelain plate, fell back heavily, sank into the soft backrest, and looked at Naranja.Naranja was like sitting on a piano stool, only touching one-third of the soft chair, and his back was straight.He reached out and hooked Naranja's arm.

"Aren't you going to eat something?"

"Don't eat."

Naranja froze for a moment, turned his head to look at Fugo, his expression was like a deer on the highway whose eyes were dazzled by the headlights.Seeing him like this, Fuge felt so soft in his heart.He sat up, rubbed Naranja's head, hugged him into his arms, hesitated for a while, and kissed his hair lightly.

"What are you doing!"

Naranja finally came back to life, and punched Fugo next to his stomach.Fugo laughed out loud, pinching his round face with one hand.While Naranja shouted something vaguely, he started punching and kicking again, and Fugo flirted with him.

The sound of knuckles tapping on the wooden door interrupted them.Fugo looked back and saw his mother standing by the door.She is still so beautiful... a lady takes good care of herself, no matter how many things go wrong in her life, it will not be reflected on her appearance.Her beautiful eyebrows were raised high, and she looked at Fugo and Naranga in surprise.

Fugo hurriedly let go of Naranja and stood up.The mother stepped forward, and Fuge went up to meet her. The mother and son hesitated a little, hugged for a while, and kissed each other.

Mother stroked Fugo's blond hair, and her slender fingers gently stroked the bandage on his forehead.

"What's going on here?"

"It's nothing, I accidentally dropped it."

Fugo covered the back of his mother's hand.The mother took his hand, touched it knuckle by knuckle, and finally stopped on the callus on the fingertips.The mother's eyelids were lowered, and her long eyelashes covered her expression.Now Fuge is much taller than his mother, he can't see his mother's expression clearly.

"Is this from cello practice?"

"Yes."

"yes……"

The mother raised her head, and the amethyst-like eyes, like Fugo's, were filled with unspeakable complex emotions.But Fuge knew that there was no anger or unwillingness in it. — not anymore.

Fugo turned sideways so that his mother could see Naranja.Naranja stood awkwardly, looking like he didn't know where to put his hands.He led his mother forward and introduced Naranga to her.She smiled gracefully, hugged Naranja for a while, and kissed him.When she let go, Naranga looked like a cooked shrimp.

All three sat down on soft velvet chairs, Fugo and Naranja sat together, and his mother sat opposite them.Mother picked up the bone china teapot, filled Fuge's empty cup with black tea, said some polite words, and invited Naranja to have some snacks.Naranja finally stretched out his hand, picked up a piece of chocolate, and gnawed it in small bites.

It's like the never-ending afternoon tea party in Alice in Wonderland... Fuge thought desperately.indeed so.It's one thing to record a video in front of the camera, and another thing to talk to the real mother. Now sitting here, he realizes that he can't speak at all.Time seemed to be frozen, and the surroundings were surprisingly quiet, and the ticking sound of the antique clock was particularly obvious, which made people anxious.

Apparently my mother thought so too.She turned to Naranja.Fuge felt fortunate that Naranja was there.Under the invitation and encouragement of her mother, Naranja gradually let go, and now she is eating snacks one by one, with a satisfied smile on her face, looking extremely cute.

"What a boy. Eat more!"

Mother laughed and pushed the delicate three-tier afternoon tea shelf towards Naranja.

"I heard you play the piano, don't you?"

Fugo couldn't help but want to laugh too, he heard Naranja make a funny little voice of affirmation from his nose.Naranca nodded to her mother, swallowed her mouthful of sweets before answering.

"Yes! Do you have a piano at home?"

"Yes. Do you want to play?"

Fugo looked at his mother in surprise.Mother looked at Naranja tenderly, her face was sincere, not like she was lying.

...Didn't the original plane...was smashed by me?Later bought...?Fugo thought suspiciously.He heard Naranja happily say yes, so he stood up.

"By the way... take the cello too."

mother said softly.

Hearing this, Fuge was startled, and looked at his mother uncertainly, but saw his mother's expression was gentle.Seeing that he was not moving, his mother made a gesture to pick up the cello. Seeing this, Fuge hurried forward to pick up the heavy box and carried it behind his back.

Mother smiled at Fuge, then turned and left.Fu Ge paused for a while, and together with Nalanga, he left the tea room with his mother.

Mother walked in front, Fugo and Naranja walked behind.The three of them walked through the wave-shaped green corridor with the shadows of the trees, and turned into the criss-crossing avenues surrounded by hedgerows and canopies.Birds chirping, water gurgling, this is the way to the concert hall.Fogg recalled the crazy and chaotic recital, the roaring tsunami-like passage, the hysterical rage, and couldn't help feeling a little dizzy... He felt Naranga holding his hand.

He looked down at Naranja beside him.Naranja grinned at Fuge, and squeezed Fugo's hand again.

Fugo held Naranja back tightly, without saying a word.But miraculously he settled down.

Walking through the water square, the concert hall is conveniently in front of you.This Renaissance-style concert hall is square and tidy, tall and luxurious, with red and yellow exterior walls, and statues of muses standing noble and elegant on the roof.The breeze blows through the forest, and there are rustling whispers, as if the goddesses are whispering.

As soon as he entered the gate of the concert hall, Naranca let out a muffled exclamation.He was obviously shocked by the magnificent scene in front of him.Roman stone pillars prop up the high ceiling, and looking up along the stone pillars, you can see that the ceiling is covered with murals of Apollo - the god of the sun and the god of literature and art.As far as the eye can see, there are luxurious decorations. Below the stage are rows of deep red comfortable seats. On the stage...

A grand piano was quietly placed on the stage, exactly the same as the one Fugo had smashed earlier.

Naranja let go of Fugo's hand and ran forward.Fugo laughed, this guy is like this, when he sees Qin, he forgets everything.While watching his mother send Naranja up to the stage, he sat down on the front seat and took off the piano case and put it aside.Mother came down quickly and sat beside him.Both of them looked at Naranja on the stage.

Nalanja sat on the piano bench eager to try, reached out and touched the piano mark, curled his fingers, and quickly fell against the middle C.The mellow and beautiful music instantly resounded throughout the hall.He closed his eyes and raised his head, listening intoxicatedly... until the sound disappeared, he turned to look down the stage, and his eyes sparkled at Fuge.

Fugo nodded and smiled at Naranja.After staring at each other for a while, Naranja turned around and touched the keys with both hands.

——The long melody is soft and songlike, flowing out like whispers, quiet and warm, lyrical and long like a slow dream, and the love is romantic.

"Ah... it's Liszt."

Mother let out a small sigh.Fugo nodded.

This is a dream of love, a nocturne composed by Liszt inspired by German poet Freiligrath's "Let's Love".The original poem is so life and death, but Liszt is unwilling to do so... He weaves sweet and happy dreams into the rhythm, so that this pure and passionate love will last forever.

Taking the first two bars as the basis of the theme, the melody keeps repeating as it progresses, with only slight changes in the second to third notes, like lovers who are shy and tactful, not daring to face each other directly, hazy and intriguing.

Love, as long as you can, as long as you want to love.

The hour of your mourning at the grave is near.

A gentle and stretched descending scale brings a series of jumping advances dominated by second-degree descending sound patterns, and the quiet and beautiful theme has undergone a turning point.Shyness turned into bravery.After this change, the music texture gradually became compact and thick, the tune changed from the slow pace at the beginning to the fast pace, and the mood gradually became high and restless.The melody is frequently changed and out of tune, from a stream in the forest to a torrent of waves, full of passion like fire.

Your heart must always stay hot, stay attached,

As long as there is still a heart to return warmth to you.

The octave descending bass and broken chords, the left and right hands are parallel to each other for three degrees, constantly sinking, but the song has entered a climax: the original emotional inner monologue, under the constant emotional promotion, finally exploded into a bold confession, persistent and firm.

As long as someone reveals the sincerity to you, you have to do your best,

Teach him to be happy all the time and never sad for a moment!

The theme of love reappears, the speed of the song slows down again, and gradually returns to calm... The music is pure and soft, with profound meaning like memories, and peaceful like poetry.

"And may you keep your mouth shut: harsh words can hurt."

Fuge has been staring at Naranja, his throat is tight, his heart is beating like a drum, and his chest is surging like the situation described in the song.It wasn't until he heard his mother read the verse softly that he came back to his senses.Why did mother know this poem?He turned his head to look at his mother in shock... and saw tears in his mother's amethyst-like eyes.

Mother's slender and beautiful fingers covered the back of Fugo's hand like feathers.In the soft and lingering music, she let out a sad sigh.

"Oh my God - there was no malice - but someone broke up in tears."

Fugo wiped away his mother's tears, and softly recited the last verse.

"I'm sorry, mother."

He finally said it.

"I'm sorry for you... After you left, I bought another piano... Read a lot of books... I asked the professor to teach me." The mother shook her head and showed a tearful smile. "I didn't know until then that I forced you to learn this... how much I have suffered for you."

"It's nothing, mother."

Fugo held his mother's hand and pressed it to his face.

"Without these... I wouldn't have met my current friends, and I wouldn't have met Naranja. I should thank you."

The music gradually faded away, and the dream-like illusion quietly...quietly...received.

Mother looked at the stage, and Fugo followed her gaze.After finishing playing, Naranja put down his hands, blushed and bulged, and showed a big smile to them.

"Naranka...you like him, don't you?"

The mother waved to Naranja, and said to Fuge in a natural tone, as light as a song.Fugo trembled, but missed his mother's hand.She turned to look at Fugo, giggling like a girl.

Fugo opened his mouth wide, but he didn't say any formed words, only a strange sound came out of his throat.He nodded.

"Are you going to practice Beethoven's pieces later?"

"...Yes. The track was decided today, and I haven't bought the score yet..."

Fugo finally found his voice.He tried to cool down with the back of his hand against his cheek.

"If you go to the bookstore now, the store is closed. I bought a lot of books and scores, basically on the market, at home...the cello. You can use them. In the future, you will come here to practice the piano That's also fine."

"This will always be your home."

Mother rubbed Fugo's face.Fugo lowered his head, held his mother's hand again, wrapped his other arm around his mother, and hugged her tightly in his arms.Naranja's happy cry came from next to his ear, Fuge put his arms around his mother, turned his head slightly, and saw his boy raised his arms with a smile on his face, and jumped off the stage like a small plane.

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