Strawberry Orange Star Night

I. Andanteamoroso

It was getting dark, and the lights on the top of Vomero Mountain were just beginning to come on.The mansions that look daunting during the day are also lit with a trace of fireworks, blinking lazily in the warm spring night.

Holding a large bag of snacks, Naranja curled up crookedly and sank into the soft and spacious leather back seat, staring out the car window with rapt eyes.He tried to stare at a street tree, his eyes quickly backed away from it, and then turned to another tree... After a while, he was dazzled by the halo.He shook his head, his eyes fell on the bag of snacks in his arms.

It was given by Fugo's mother.She didn't look like the kind of person who would throw her son out of the house... Naranja thought.She was beautiful, elegant, and extremely enthusiastic. She not only let Naranga play the piano in the magnificent concert hall, but also gave them the Beethoven cello sonata scores they needed, and then they stayed at home for dinner. ——Why do they still have a dedicated chef at home?It tastes even better than the set meals outside!When it came to dessert, seeing that Nalanga couldn't eat any more, she ordered the servants to wrap up the dessert and stuffed it into his arms without any explanation.

It was really embarrassing to eat and take again, Nalanka tried her best to shirk, but the madam could not refuse her kindness.He had to stammer his thanks, only to be kissed again on the cheek.Fugo smiled strangely beside him.

As night fell, Fugo's mother sent a driver to take them home again.He had never seen such a long, luxurious car, as brilliant and shiny as a Steinway, with a little golden angel standing on the front.What an angel is a goddess.Fugo corrected him with a half-smile, then opened the car door and pushed the dazed Naranja into the car.

Naranja took a while to react.He turned his head and saw Fugo and his mother face to face through the car window, hugging and saying goodbye.He couldn't help laughing.

--that is really good.

"What's great?"

Fuge put down his chin resting hand, turned around and asked Naranja.He hadn't spoken a word after getting in the car, and he had been looking out of the car window, not knowing what was going on in his mind.

Hearing this question, Naranja realized that he seemed to have said what was in his mind again.Embarrassed, he reached into the snack bag, took out a small piece of delicately packaged chocolate, peeled off the tin foil and took a bite.

"It's nothing It's just, I heard you say that before, and I thought your mother was that kind of scary rich lady."

Fugo looked at Naranja with a complicated expression, shook his head, and showed a wry smile.

"... When I was a child, she was indeed like that... But everything has changed now. I didn't expect it either."

"So, that's great."

With another bite, Naranja ate the whole piece of chocolate.The sweet taste of milk melted in his mouth, and when he thought of the warm scene where Fuge and his mother had settled down, his heart also became sweeter.He laughed at Fogg.Fuge frowned, took out a paper towel from the drawer on the low cabinet beside him, and leaned forward.

...Why is there a cabinet in the car.And it seems that there is a refrigerator over there?

Naranja found herself thinking about these innocuous matters.There was a little wine aroma in Fugo's breath, his eyes were lowered, and he gently wiped the corner of Nalanga's mouth with his hands.The beautiful blond hair brushed in front of Nalanja, and Nalanja became short of breath... He subconsciously pursed his mouth and blew violently, blowing away a small strand of Fuge's bangs.

"What are you doing?"

Fuge straightened up and returned to his original position, threw away the tissue, scratched his forehead, and hooked the corners of his mouth.Naranja felt a little thirsty, and he didn't want to eat chocolate to relieve the embarrassment, so he moved the snack bag away from his knees, reached into another bag, and took out the Beethoven cello that Fugo's mother gave them this afternoon Sonata score, lower your head, and open the score.

"Naranja, look at me."

Fugo didn't intend to let him go.He spread five fingers on Naranja's head, pressed his palm against Naranja's forehead, and pushed it up a little harder. Naranja made a short protest, and the two eyes met—Naranga's protest It was stuck in the throat together with the breath, and the heart beat wildly.

"Naranga, I want to ask you...why are you playing Liszt's Dream of Love this afternoon?"

The halo outside the window is flickering and flickering like a meteor across the sky, but Fuge's purple eyes, which are not wrapped in bandages, are always shining brightly, wider than the Milky Way, quietly gazing at Nathan in the dimly lit place. Langa.

Naranca groaned a little indistinctly.But Fugo didn't smile, his eyes were bright, and he held his breath, waiting for Naranga's answer.

Naranca opened and closed his mouth, and finally spoke after a while.

"...Before I learned this song, Bugarati read the poem to me. Although I didn't understand it very well, but... when I saw you sitting with your mother in the afternoon, I thought of the poem. The last two lines. I thought, if I play this tune, this poem, maybe you'll..."

Fugo's expression softened.He smiled and stroked Naranja's hair.

"Thank you."

"—you play beautifully."

Fugo's hand slid down from Naranja's forehead and landed lightly on the score.Naranja silently watched as Fugo took the music score, flipping through the paper with knuckle fingers.His heart was still pounding like a drum in a dance of knights.The reason he just said is indeed correct, but there is another reason... He doesn't know why he can't say it.That reason is grander and more ardent. Countless musicians are fascinated by it, and countless gorgeous movements sing praises to it, and he is also disturbed by it.

Fugo roughly browsed through the whole book, then raised his head to look at Naranja.He closed the sheet music, held up the book, and tapped Naranga's arm lightly.His eyebrows are curved, his smile is like a song, and he is as handsome as a prince from some country.

Naranja took the sheet music and rubbed his eyes.

"Fuge... let's practice this song well."

"You can't live up to your mother's kindness!"

He heard Fogg say yes.

He remembered what Prosciut had said.The specific original words were so obscure that he couldn't remember them word by word, but he now fully understood the meaning of that passage.

II. Adagioaettuosoedappassionato

"Have you eaten yet?"

Apaki made noodle dumplings in tomato red sauce and was having dinner with Bugarati.When he saw Fugo and Naranja come back, he originally planned to give them a share, but when he heard such bad news... He glared at the two of them displeasedly, his eyes were fierce, as if he was about to fall from them in the next second Gouging out the meat for tomorrow's food.

Naranca shuddered and sat at the dining table tremblingly.Fuge seemed to be okay, and calmly took two glasses, poured orange juice, and handed Naranja a glass.Nalanja hurriedly lowered his head and sipped quietly. While drinking juice, he heard Fugo tell Apache that he had sent a message a long time ago. It was because Apache didn't look at his mobile phone that he didn't know.

"Okay, okay, just eat the rest tomorrow."

Bugarati played a smooth game.Apache snorted and stopped talking. For a while, there was only the sound of knives, forks, cups and plates in the restaurant.

The orchestra is now down to four members.Giorno is a student of the Rome Conservatory of Music. No matter how outstanding a genius is, the school's tolerance for his continuous absence from class is also limited-he is now trying to make up for it.Trixie was busy with her exams, and she also wanted to be admitted to this world-renowned first-class university.The new school year is about to start in June, and now there are only less than three months left, and the time is quite tight.As for Mista, he was caught by them to carry the bag.He was originally an alumnus, but he graduated last year.

Naranja knew that they would leave after today's concert.Although it was temporary, Naranja couldn't help but feel a little lonely.

"That's right. The priest said he invited us to give another concert at Easter."

Bugarati put down the knife and fork, wiped his mouth with a napkin, looked at Naranja and Fugo, and spoke.Naranja's thoughts were interrupted, he put down his cup and looked at Bugarati.

"The priest also told me. We have made a decision this afternoon. We will play Beethoven's Cello Sonata No. [-] together."

Fogg replied.Naranga also responded, and he took out the music score and handed it to Bugarati.Bugarati took the score and flipped through it.

"Don't tell me, this song is well chosen."

Apaki let out a snort, got up and took away the dishes one by one, and casually threw them into the dishwasher.He finished all this quickly, and sat down at the table again.

"Think about it, the day you two fought..."

"Apache!"

Bugarati glared at Apache.Naranja looked at Fugo awkwardly and cautiously.Fugo laughed and said it didn't matter.Seeing this, Bugarati also smiled. He rubbed his temples and shook his head, while Apache shrugged and continued.

"The timbre of the piano in the [-]th century was not very perfect. The sound of the cello would always stand out and cover the piano. Beethoven was also troubled by the balance between the two instruments. In his early works, the cello was always restrained...who If you can think of the current piano, you can easily swallow the sound of the cello.”

"——Look at you, Gonaranga has half of his head, and he was beaten all over the place. It's almost the same as these two musical instruments."

Apache paused, and couldn't help pointing at Fugo.

"...Hahaha, how funny."

Fuge replied dryly to Apaji, and Nalanja felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles.Naranja was sitting on his left, and it happened that his left eye was covered with a bandage, and he didn't turn his head to look at Naranja. Naranja couldn't see his eyes and expression clearly.He carefully removed the knife and fork in front of Fugo.

"I think it's a good piece for you, too. Not from Apache's perspective, though."

Buccarati closed the pages and returned the score to Naranja.

"This piece is very difficult, Naranga. Beethoven especially likes to increase the difficulty of the piano part in his works, which exhausts the pianist to death... Now there is only less than a month before Easter. Are you all right?"

"no problem!"

Naranga hugged the score to his chest and answered loudly.He will definitely go all out.Even if you are desperate, you have to put this song together!Fogg looked at Naranca this time—his amethyst eyes sparkled.Naranja looked back at him, pursed his lips, and nodded vigorously.

"Okay, be motivated."

Apache stretched and stood up.He pushed Bugarati, and Bugarati also got up, and the two left the restaurant one after the other.

"What are you playing together?"

Naranja looked at their backs and asked aloud.

"Mozart!"

Apaki threw a sentence without looking back.Bugarati turned his head and smiled at the two of them, said cheers, then the figure turned up the stairs and disappeared.

"Mozart?"

Naranja stared at the staircase leading to the piano room on the second floor, and it took a long time to react.

He remembered what Prosciut had said again. ——"I studied classical piano when I was a child, and the professor told me that I hadn't been in a relationship, so I shouldn't play Mozart!"

So, the little star belongs to Mozart... What Trixie played in the church is also Mozart...

He shook his head, trying to get all the thoughts out of his mind.Fugo's laughter came from his ears.He turned to look at Fogo.

"Did you know? Mozart was Beethoven's teacher."

As Fugo said, he plucked Naranja's fingers, pulled the music score from Naranja's chest, and spread the score on the table.Naranja suddenly remembered that Fugo's mother gave them two music books.But somehow they kept flipping through one of them together.

Naranca rubbed her neck.Just now when Fuge's fingers wiped his chest, it felt a little itchy.Fugo lowered his eyes, looked at the score, stretched out a finger, and twirled circles on the paper like a dance.Nalanga looked along, and a series of arpeggios written in black and white dimly turned into rhythm, which sounded in his mind continuously and softly.

"What a coincidence. Bugarati and Apache are also our teachers."

He answered like a dream, feeling that his voice was coming from far, far away, as far away as a whole world.But Fugo's voice was very clear... He was close at hand, right in front of his eyes, and Naranja only needed to stretch out a finger to touch his lips.

"Yes. However, Mozart did not agree with the passionate roaring protest in Beethoven's music. It is clear that the two masters are unfortunate people, but their attitudes towards music are completely different...Mozart said that music should always be Keep it pure. She should be a goddess of beauty and sublime..."

Fugo's voice gradually lowered, like a breeze, almost inaudible.Naranja held his breath and unconsciously leaned forward.

"...always full of sunshine..."

"... infinite vitality."

The golden eyelashes swept across Naranja's cheek like a butterfly kiss.Fugo looked up at Naranja.Too close, the tip of the nose is almost on the tip of the nose.

——Naranka shuddered suddenly, bouncing off the chair like a spring.

Fugo laughed, stood up and stroked Naranja's hair.He handed the sheet music on the table to Naranja, and asked Naranja to practice hard and try to combine it after a week.He himself took another sheet of music and left.

Holding the music score, Naranja touched the area on his face where Fugo's eyelashes had just been brushed.He froze for a while, and finally whispered a good word.

In the dead of night, only the wall clock on the wall was ticking.He sat down and ran his fingers over the note next to the title—Piano Sonata with Cello Assist.He opened the score and read it, tapped the beat with his fingertips on the staff, and hummed the melody in a low voice at the same time.The theme is brought up by the piano.

...led by the piano.

Naranja stopped her fingertips and stopped singing, her eyes widened and her body shook violently.After a few heartbeats, he suddenly moved.He picked up the score, and ran towards the stairs with strides, as if his wrists were bouncing off the keys when playing skip notes, he rushed up the stairs quickly and eagerly, and rushed straight to the front of Fogg's piano room. He didn't stop for a moment, his whole body The force hit the door with a loud bang.He took a step back and opened the door.

The velvety deep and beautiful cello sound came to an abrupt end.Fugo raised his head in surprise and looked at Naranja.

"What's wrong?"

asked Fogg.He put down the bow, leaned the qin aside, stood up, and raised an eyebrow.

Naranca looked at Fugo without saying a word.He let go of his hands and the score fell to the ground.

Just like that afternoon, the afternoon when they "sang together" for the first time.Fuge's blond hair hangs lazily on his forehead, and the warm lamp shines on his body, revealing a soft and romantic golden edge.Nothing can stop his look.His eyes are as bright and bright as diamond stars, filled with all the light in the entire universe.

Music doesn't lie.

That's right... when I play Mozart, I think about you.When I play Liszt, I think of you too.

Naranja stepped forward, stretched out his hands, and stroked the white gauze across his hair.The amethyst widened slightly, a wave of astonishment rippling up, and then it was fleeting, shining and swaying gently.

"……yes?"

Fugo laughed lightly, holding Naranja's face in his hands.Naranja smiled in a daze, and said what was in his heart again.He squeezed his fingers into the extravagant curly hair, and the hair flowed through his fingers like broken gold.He smelled the wine in Fugo's breath again, bitter and sweet...

He closed his eyes and kissed Fugo's lips.