Strawberry Orange Star Night

I. Energico

"great!"

"Bravo!"

Friends stood up and applauded, the church was filled with laughter and laughter, and the lingering sound echoed in this spacious space with first-class reverberation.After finishing the performance, Fuge breathed a sigh of relief, put down the bow, and wiped the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand. , wrapped him tightly together with the qin, and the strings of the qin made a series of wonderful sounds under the squeeze of his arms.

Fugo couldn't help laughing.He moved his body, emerged from Naranga's embrace behind him, raised his right hand and tapped the arm locked around his neck.

"Ah!!! Your bow! Are you going to poke me blind!"

Naranja yelled and let him go.He stood up and looked back.The black-haired boy looked at him with a smile on his face, and then punched him in feigned anger. His fist pressed against his stomach and turned back and forth.

The friends on the bench under the stage laughed and booed one after another.Fight, fight!Mista said loudly.Fugo smiled and shook his head, held down Nalanja's fist, gently pushed it back, picked up the cello, walked away a few steps, carefully put away the precious instrument... and then rushed towards Nalanja Ka, tickled him frantically.

"Okay, okay, don't make trouble."

Bugarati clapped his hands, walked onto the stage, and with four or two strokes, separated the two people who were twisted together.Fuge felt that his face was sore from laughing, and Nalanka was even out of breath from laughing, his face was flushed, tears were in the corners of his eyes, and he was sucking his nose.He rubbed against Fugo and grabbed Fugo's sleeve.Now, Bugarati walked to the piano bench and sat down, and Apaki also picked up the bassoon and walked forward.Seeing this, Fuge stopped making trouble, and together with Naranja, went back to the stage and sat side by side on the first row of benches, where Apaki and Bugarati were originally.

In a blink of an eye, tomorrow is Easter, and it is also the concert of the "Passionate" Orchestra.Today is a closed field rehearsal.The opportunity was rare, and the students who traveled abroad also took time out of their busy schedules to return to Naples from Rome.Giorno completed the homework and exams he owed, and once again impressed the school with his outstanding talent.According to him, he has the capital to allow him to skip classes periodically.Trixiu's progress is also good. She feels that she has made great progress in the special training for more than a month. For her, she is determined to win the exam, and it is basically a certainty.As for Mista, although he was originally caught carrying bags, he never expected to return to his alma mater and be infected by Trish's enthusiasm. He even began to consider pursuing graduate studies, and he is still working hard now.

"Isn't that a good idea? In this way, my academic qualifications will be the same as both of you!"

Apache is busy auditioning, and he doesn't have time to take care of Mista.Bugarati smiled and nodded this way.

"I think it's good too. If you pass the exam, I won't have to skip class and come back here. Why don't we move our enthusiasm to Rome?"

Giorno said happily.Friends were chattering about his proposal, but Fugo's attention was gradually distracted. Listening to his friends discussing school matters, he thought of his little plan again.He held Naranja's hand, and Naranja responded instantly, and the two interlocked their fingers.

"What do you think? Fugo, Naranja?"

Pointing to Fuge's back with her fingertips, it was Trish. She was sitting in the back row of them, and now she leaned forward to ask questions.

"As long as I'm with you, it doesn't matter where I go."

Naranca replied without thinking, bright and firm, and everyone made a small heartwarming voice.Fugo said softly, "Me too", tightened his five fingers, and clenched Naranja's hand even tighter.He looked into Naranja's eyes, the white dove on his chest flapped its wings again, and the drums of the new world played leisurely.Fugo rubbed the back of Naranja's hand with his thumb, which made Naranja laugh... Naranja raised her round face and leaned forward, her messy hair was as soft as a small animal, with the aroma of milk.Fugo lowered his head, closed his eyes, and kissed Naranja.

Mamma Mia, help, I'm going blind, I'm going blind!Mista's exaggerated shout came from the back row.Nalanja's soft lips were bent against Fugo, and his teeth lightly knocked against him, and then let out a series of lovely laughter like bells, and the touch left.Fugo opened his eyes, turned back together with Naranja, and saw that Mista was brutally beaten by Giorno and Trixie in mixed doubles.

II. Andante Con Amore

Alert rings.A thin and dense sound like a buzzing floated into Fugo's ears tremblingly, pulling him out of the chaos.He turned over in a daze, snorted a dissatisfied moan from his nasal cavity, frowned and shrank back into the quilt again.

A warm mass around him squirmed, and with a snap, the alarm clock stopped sounding abruptly.Fuge calmed down, drowsiness swept over him again, and he closed his eyelids drowsily... But the people around him shook the soft bed, sat up, took the quilt, and felt the coolness Air poured into the bed from the gap in the quilt, and Fuge shivered from the cold, making him subconsciously grab the heat source.

"Fugo, get up... get up."

He was hit on the head, and something hit his back heavily, several times in a row.Only then did Fuge wake up, he pulled off the blindfold, and the brilliant sky light suddenly filled his entire field of vision, making him a little uncomfortable.He rubbed his eyes, sat up, and suddenly found that Naranja was lying down again, curled up and sunk into the pillow like a small shrimp, with cute curves on his cheeks, and traces of saliva around his mouth.

Fuge's heart is about to melt.He leaned down, sipped Naranga's round cheek, and bit his earlobe again.

"Get up, Naranga. Today is the recital."

Naranja sat up in an instant, and Fuge quickly moved his hands to the side, otherwise his nose might be smashed.He got up dumbfounded, only to see Naranja jump off the bed like a carp, and go straight to the formal suit that had been ironed the night before and hung in the corner.

"Wash up and have breakfast first, and change it later when you're going out, Naranja. It's still early."

"Yes!"

Naranja scratched her hair, turned her head, laughed, jumped over happily, and pulled Fugo up.Fugo laughed, rubbed Naranja's head, and the two went out together.

The band members got up one after another.Everyone was wearing comfortable pajamas, and after washing, they sat at the dining table and had breakfast.

Fugo looked down at the sun-dried eggs and bacon on the dinner plate, but didn't do anything.He has no appetite.

It is impossible to say that you are not nervous.Although he and Naranga have been practicing with all their strength for the past month, the combined effect is also very good...or, he thought a little embarrassedly, since they communicated with each other, the effect of playing is even better .However, today is the official performance after all.If nothing else, mother will come too.

He has been working hard for today.He had something he wanted to ask his mother, and it was for Naranja... He didn't tell anyone, even Naranja didn't know his plan.

The show has to be successful.

"Hey, Fogo!"

Naranja's voice came from beside his ear.He pulled himself out of all his thoughts, and found that there was an extra piece of golden toast on the plate in front of him, with strawberry jam spread on it.He looked to Naranga, who was spreading marmalade on another slice of toast, and then stacking it on his plate.

"You don't eat much, how can this work!"

Naranja waved the small table knife with jam in his hand, nodded his chin towards the plate, and pointed the small table knife at Fuge jokingly.

"Hurry up, or I'll stab you."

Fogg picked up a piece of toast. ...I was the one who stabbed you, he leaned forward slightly, and whispered in Naranga's ear, at a volume that only Naranca could hear.

Pulling back, Fugo saw that Naranja's face was flushed red.Naranja stepped on his foot under the table, and he stepped back. During the play, the tension seemed to be diluted a bit.He finally regained his appetite, biting the sweet and burnt toast into his mouth.

Soon, everyone finished their breakfast and changed into their formal attire—Naranga still didn’t know how to tie a bow tie, and Fugo helped him again, and stole another kiss—after all the preparations were completed, they went out in a leisurely manner up.Giorno's car couldn't hold so many people and musical instruments at the same time, so they rented a luxurious seven-seater SUV in advance, and Buccarati drove it.Since Apache got up too early, his whole body exuded a gloomy low pressure, and Giorno judged that he was not suitable for driving today.

Like a high school student on a spring outing, Giorno turned on the car radio as soon as he got in the car.Noisy pop rap songs filled the entire car in an instant, Giorno stopped the song and switched to the next rhythm and blues song.

Everyone sang along with the song, except Fugo and Nalanga.Fugo looked at Naranja, and saw him looking out of the car window without saying a word.Nalanga usually likes to listen to rap songs, but when he suddenly stopped singing, he would have yelled loudly.Now it's not normal to say anything at all.Fugo leaned towards him and squeezed his hand.

Naranja turned her head and looked at Fugo.He bit his lip, his eyes were a little confused, filled with uneasy light... Fuge understood, and he was also nervous.

Fugo pinched the back of Naranja's hand comfortingly, and Naranja turned over his palm and rubbed him.

"Will your mother come to listen?"

"Yes."

"Then, we must get along well."

Naranja smiled brightly.Fugo held Naranja's hand to his lips and kissed it, then moved it down, pressed it firmly against his chest, and put his other arm around Naranja's shoulder, and hugged him firmly.In this brief but firm embrace, he felt Naranja's heart still beating fast.To be honest, his own is also... Who is not nervous?Even so... Presumably, they also have the determination to win.

He let go of Naranja and nodded to Naranja.Naranja also nodded, and the two intertwined their fingers.The wind blowing through the car window unknowingly carries the atmosphere of Shanghai, and you can vaguely hear a few gulls and the whistle of fishing boats leaving the port... The sea cliff is approaching, and they are about to reach the church.

III. Allegromoltopiu?tostopresto-Brillante

The first is the ensemble of Apache and Bucciarati.

The few members of the orchestra who were to play sat in the front row.Apaki and Bucciarati went up to the stage, and after the audition, they began to play together...it was Mozart's Bassoon Concerto in B flat major.

The bassoon is a mid-bass instrument with a sad, deep, and austere tone. Many composers use it to express dark and depressing painful situations, but Mozart is not like this.Mozart's music has always been exquisite, flexible, lively, and in his hands, the bassoon has become gentle and cheerful, and the combination of the deep tone and the fast rhythm is so suitable.

Apaki jumped into the music with his fingertips with adept and sensitive superb technique.A colorful cadenza solo in a dazzling style, which is unassuming and natural, and the melody is advancing step by step, which contrasts with the wavy and soft melody of Bugarati, and the two instruments echo each other in the melody.

The two look at each other from time to time.When Apache is playing, he does not wear the usual black lipstick, which is not good for the reeds.As a result, his expression was much softer than usual.Even, against the background of the music, with the accompaniment of Bucgarati, he almost laughed.The music comes to the Andante, an elegant and slightly sad phrase, which is a symbol of Mozart, and has appeared many times in his works, including the opera "The Marriage of Figaro"... In the play, the aria of the Countess "Please give love", this melody once appeared.This melody of love will be narrated in a calm and melodious, gentle and long movement.In this soothing and melodious rhythm, the voice of the bassoon is even more deep and dignified, with a touch of melancholy in the gentleness.

There are many mysteries about Apache.Although he has taught Fugo the cello for more than a year, Fugo still doesn't know him well, and he doesn't want to talk too much about himself.His cello skills are so superb, and his playing level on the bassoon is comparable to that of the cello, but to the outside world, he only plays the bassoon and never the cello.

"I once partnered with a cellist..." Fugo remembered what he had said.His disclosure of his past also ended here, and he never said more.In the past, what happened?Fuge didn't know.

But Bucciarati must have known.Bugarati smiled when he discovered that Apache was teaching Fugo the cello.It was a meaningful smile, a smile that the insider felt relieved and relieved.

Embellished by the soft and continuous arpeggios of the piano, the tone of the bassoon gradually faded from melancholy and became brighter. Finally, the two instruments played a light-hearted minuet. The tone was warm, lively, agile, elegant, and Napoli The sun shone on the surface of the blue sea, lighting up the sparkling light, dispelling the pain and darkness... There will no longer be any gloomy and mournful cries in the world.

At the end of the song, there was thunderous applause in the church.Both Fugo and Nalanja stood up and applauded vigorously.Apaki put down the instrument, and he raised his thin lips, showing a real smile, which could almost be called gentle.Bugarati also smiled warmly, and the two stood up together, bowing to the audience to thank them.

"Apaki can laugh normally? I thought he could only sneer!"

Naranja cried out in surprise.Apaki obviously heard Nalanga's words, he looked this way, and his face became as stern as usual.Fuge laughed out loud, pushed Naranja who was visibly shivering, put the piano case on his back, took Naranja's hand, and the two walked onto the stage together.

"Come on, kid."

"come on!"

Apaki and Buccarati spoke at the same time, and said words of encouragement to Fugo and Naranja. After that, the two pairs passed by.

Fugo let go of Naranja's hand and let him go a few steps forward.Seeing that Naranja sat down on the piano bench, he also sat down to prepare...it was finished soon.He raised his head, looked down the stage, and found that golden hair that was as brilliant as his own.His mother sat not far away, watching them quietly.He found his mother long before the recital started, and her mother also came very early, before the audience in the church was filled to one-fifth.Come on, mother said, she smiled softly at everyone in the orchestra, hugged Fuge, and then hugged Naranga.

With the bow in his hand, Fuge took a deep breath, turned his head slightly, and met Naranja's gaze.

Naranja stared at Fugo intently, with a serious and determined expression.Everything around is gone.The vault, the lectern, the pews and the audience on the pews, the fragmented light colored colorfully by the stained-glass windows...all gone.Fuge only had Nalanja in his eyes, and the surroundings were surprisingly quiet. He could only hear Nalanja's small breathing, which repeated itself, brimming with enthusiasm and vitality.All he could see were the grape-colored eyes, the stars were shining brightly, purer than diamonds, hotter than shooting stars.Even with all the beautiful words in this world, Fugo couldn't describe him.

Naranca blinked and smiled at Fugo.

Fugo raised the corner of his mouth.He is no longer nervous.

He nodded to Naranja, and Naranja nodded to him.He immediately turned to face the audience, holding up the bow... After a few beats of calm heartbeat, beautiful piano sounds came from beside him.

Naranja beside him pressed the key with the intensity of f at the same time, and the lingering sound suddenly turned into a weak pipe and light silk.The short motif, composed of a series of descending dotted notes, spread out vaguely... When the music turned into a chord, Fuge cut into it deeply and meaningfully.

The rhythm is characterized by a syncopated rhythm with a forte, and it is expressive with continuous singing.With the accompaniment of piano chords, the cello faded away a little of the gloom and sadness in the introduction, and gradually brightened up. The classical timbre like a song cannot conceal the joy. The legato is lingering, like a passionate poet chanting tender love words.The piano responded with a light counterpoint, and the beautiful arpeggios continued like waves.

Beethoven studied under Haydn.After listening to Beethoven's "Three Piano Trios", Schenk, the orchestra conductor of the Marinelli Theater, commented: "I see the soul of a great man! You give the cello freedom. In Haydn's works, the cello is mostly Just the auxiliary piano part, where you have three instruments that are equal to each other."

This sonata is just like that, the piano and cello scores are equally written, the counterpoint is superb, and the dialogue between the instruments is exquisite and close, like a high-intensity dance.The tune is delicate, rich and full of drama, full of extreme emotional changes, from the strongest moment to the weakest, lyrical and beautiful passages followed by sudden storms - very much like Fugo.

A series of violent continuous bows, the piano arpeggio also rolled in like thunder, the music crescendoed and accelerated, bringing nervous tremors, and Fugo once again thought of the bloody dusk when they parted ways.Jealousy instigated him to utter bad words, and Naranja left home, but he suddenly realized that what he was jealous of was not Naranja's talent.

Nalanga's touch lightened, and she deftly decomposed the chords, spreading out softly like ripples.Fuge's bowing also softened, and the cello sound was gentle and clear, echoing the piano.After the few melodies that seemed to be just scratching the surface of water dissipated, the style of the music changed, and the atmosphere suddenly became warm and straightforward.With the light accompaniment of Naranja's bass chords, Fugo played the first half of the theme. During the short interval of changing strings, he glanced at Naranja beside him.Naranga also looked up at him, smiling broadly, and the tenor part of his right hand picked up his melody and played the second half of the theme.

He thought he had lost Naranga.

Kolnidrei...Kolnidrei...maybe the gods heard his vespers?

At the moment when he stroked the bow and touched the string, the beautiful muse gently embraced the howling beast in his chest, and those rampant and violent emotions, jealousy, anger, and violence out of control... all turned into Music turns into remorse, into tears, into——

Love.

Musicians open their hearts, play music, and the content conveyed through performance is pure and real.The music is so beautiful, so good, it even makes people wonder: How did people express their emotions and love before music appeared?

Fugo repeated the first half of the theme of the music again, Naranja connected again, and the two eyes met again.

Yes, that's it... Even if there is no music, as long as he looks at you, there will be the most direct and sincere love in his eyes.

Fugo looked at Naranja, at this gifted boy whom he had picked up from the rubbish heap, who had been changed by himself, and changed himself in turn.He looked into those beautiful eyes—the star-like pupils gleamed with equally passionate love, smiling back at him.His heart became hot and puffed up again, and thousands of angels blew horns on his chest and released fireworks.

Listen, it is the soul resonating, dancing and singing!

Fugo looked at Naranja, this gifted boy who was picked up from the garbage dump by himself, who was changed by himself, and changed himself in turn...

The two musical instruments share the theme and talk to each other, conveying, connecting, and completing the music with a tacit understanding and superb skills.What an intimate and personal language it is!The cello and the piano rise and fall one after another, soft yet powerful, and Beethoven's affectionate and graceful, are added by them with enthusiasm and crispness.The theme has undergone various variations and has been tuned many times, such as the golden sunshine after the storm, clearing away the gloom and mist, and shining warmly and happily on the earth.

Like Naranga, thought Fudge.So many, so many ornamental notes... The second movement in rondo style is as lovely and gorgeous as Rococo, bright and cheerful, and some passages also have the style of scherzo.The two instruments come and go, playing humorous and dynamic melodies one after another.The music was so joyful that Fugo couldn't help laughing. He looked at Naranja and saw that the black-haired boy's apple muscles were bulging, and his hands were running lively on the keys like a game.

The two opposing themes in the movement are both led by the piano, but the fascinating interlude is played by the cello.When Naranga's arpeggios are running fast, Fugo always cooperates with him clearly and powerfully.Like birds spreading their wings and singing in the clear sky after the rain, they are chasing, circling, and dancing in a circle. The happy melody gradually calms down. I don't see... At this moment, suddenly, Fuge played the melody with the force of f, and Nalanja also ran the piano sound like a turbulence, and the ensemble became faster and faster, pushing the mood of the finale further and further. High, until the strength of ff, rushing to the nine layers of sky and falling down like a galaxy waterfall, Fuge followed this string of descending tones and connected a violent four-note chord, paused for a beat, and the two fell at the same time to play the last single note of the ensemble ——

The aftertaste of the music was drowned out by deafening cheers and applause.

Fogg held the cello's fingerboard, changed hands on the instrument, stood up, and turned his head. ——Naranja bumped into him hotly, turned his face, opened his arms and hooked his neck, and kissed him with a smile.Messy black hair swept before his eyes, his eyelashes flickered, his lips were warm and soft, but his teeth were restless, knocking up and biting him like a small animal. That laughing chin deepened the kiss.

"I think you can just get married here!"

"Let's go to the back and find the priest."

"And Fugo's mother."

I don't know how long it took before Fugo finally listened to what his friends said.Naranja let go of him and stepped back a few steps, smiling uncontrollably, her cheeks flushed.Fuge couldn't stop laughing, his cheeks were also hot, until he put the piano away, his face was still a little burnt.After he finished reciting the piano, he looked over the crowd and found his mother, who was wiping her face with a handkerchief.

Fuge nodded to his friends, took Naranja's hand, and walked towards his mother.They were not far away, only three benches away, and Fugo walked over step by step, his heart beating faster and faster... Mother came up to her, laughing and crying, she opened her arms, one on each side, and embraced both of them at the same time people.

"Mother, I have something to ask you."

"Anything is fine. Anything is fine."

Mother is still holding them.Fugo is much taller than her, and the top of her head only reaches Fugo's chin.

"I want to study at the Conservatory of Rome... I want to go with Naranga. Can you sponsor us?"

Naranja's hand tightened instantly.Fugo lowered his head and looked to the right, and saw the grape-colored star eyes, almost staring out of the eye sockets... His chin rested on his mother's shoulder, and when he opened his mouth, his head shrugged slightly, but he didn't say anything. sound.

Mother let them go at last.She kissed the dumbfounded Naranca, and then stroked Fugo's face as softly as a feather, leaving a kiss with tears and laughter on each of his cheeks.

Cadence

cadenza

A month later, Rome.

"You imbecile——————————————————! Why do you still make mistakes in calculating the tempo when you do the problem, even though your playing talent has already reached this level!!!"

With a muffled sound, Fugo rolled the book into a ball and knocked it on Nalanga's head.With tears in his eyes, Naranja fell to the ground and rolled out of the picnic cloth, lying face down on the lawn in a large shape.

"Okay, okay. Be careful not to wake up Apache."

Bugarati poured out a glass of juice from the kettle and handed it to Fugo to calm down.Before Fugo could catch it, he was kicked by Trish.You are so powerful that if you rely on what you have learned, you will beat people!The girl raised the test materials and hit him on the head and face. In the confusion, he saw that Mista took the opportunity to steal the glass of juice from Bugarati's hand.

After finally calming down, Fuge got up, walked towards Naranja, and turned over the boy lying on the lawn pretending to be dead.Naranja's face was pressed by the grass and there were tears in the corners of his eyes. He raised his fist and pitifully hit Fuge.Fuge's heart softened, he apologized in a low voice, leaned down to kiss his forehead, helped him up, and comforted him.

"It's okay, don't worry. You are so good at playing the piano, you will definitely pass the exam."

Fugo touched the messy black hair again, and picked out a few broken grasses from it.

Giorno raised his hand with a harmless face and proposed: It’s really not possible, find a relationship and go through the back door?

Before he finished speaking, Naranja shot out of Fugo's hand like an arrow from the string. He threw himself at Giorno, gesticulating to hit him, yelling, "What are you looking for, I must rely on myself!" The strength admitted to the school!Even if he was beaten to death by Fuge, he would admit it!

Naranja and Giorno fight together.Mista tried to pull Naranga away, but accidentally stepped on Trish's book, Trixie tripped over Mista, Mista fell on Bugarati, the chain reaction overturned the juice The jug splashed on Apache who was taking a nap, and Apache roared and jumped up to join the battle.

Flocks of white doves fluttered their wings and flew into the endless blue sky in circles, laughing and cursing loudly, creating wonderful waves in the windless early summer afternoon.Naranja finally straightened up in the melee, turned his head, and met Fugo's eyes.Those purple eyes shining brightly in the starry sky glowed such a happy and wonderful color under the sunlight.He jumped up cheerfully, quicker than a shooting star, and stretched out his arms towards Fogo, laughing.

The pines and cypresses that once shone like thorns under the starry night swayed and turned into almond trees.The great mad painter is no longer restless - he sings the praises of new life warmly and calmly, the white flowers blooming under the brush, and the golden sun lightly spread, clustered on the branches, blooming vigorously in the gentle blue sky inside.

Fogg laughed.He leaned forward, holding the star that belonged to him firmly in his fingertips.

Ah! Vous Dirais-je...

My heart is full of hot love, and I can't explain it clearly, and I can't say enough.But...what does it matter?

They will spend so much, so much, so much time together.