Strawberry Orange Star Night

"Fogg! Look! Didn't I lie to you? We also have a piano!"

... I am not blind.As soon as the door was opened, Fuge noticed the part that was different from the old layout of the restaurant in his memory.

There was no one in the restaurant, and Naranja acted like a master, and opened the door carelessly, making the bell beside the door jingle, just like birds chirping—he grabbed Fugo’s wrist and tugged He brought the person in front of the musical instrument, stood still and turned around like offering a treasure, happily straightened his waist and raised his chin, with a hot smile on his face.

Looking a little dazzling, Fuge looked away slightly, nodded, and his eyes fell on the piano label.

"KAWAI? It's okay. Why don't you buy better ones?"

"Because Giorno thinks this is cute."

baffling.This can't be described as cute anyway, right?Fu Ge frowned and looked at Qin, without saying a word.The morning light is twilight, the city of sunshine has not yet woken up, and so have the musical instruments.The grand piano is covered with a cover, black and shining, quietly perched on the Sicilian tiled floor, surrounded by lush bonsai flowers and plants, like a raven sleeping peacefully with its wings folded in the forest.

But the little skylark became fussy.In the ear, Nalanja was chattering something, anyway, everything is over now, it’s not playing where you play, you just think too much, embarrassing cancer, etc... the mouth is not moving enough, talking As he spoke, his hands wandered to the edge of the piano, and he began to lift the top cover physically.Fuge didn't say anything at first, and he stood still. Seeing that Nalanja's battle was too big, he couldn't help but stepped forward to stop it.Naranja let go of his hands in embarrassment, touched his head, and stepped aside.

"Hey, this piano just arrived last night, I only saw it once..."

"Be gentle, otherwise it's easy to hurt your hands and Qin."

Fogg tapped the two ends of the key cover, and pushed it up slightly, the cover opened slowly and automatically, revealing the keyboard covered with red velvet cloth.After that is the top cover.He lifted the front cover vigorously with both hands, folded it backwards, and stacked it with the back cover, and took out the music stand from the half-open piano body, and propped it up.

"There's still a rod! It's only handsome when it's opened!"

Naranja came closer again, pointing to the support pole.

"The whole opening sound is too loud. There is no performance, no need."

"...Don't play?"

The black-haired boy bit his lip, his big purple grape-like bright eyes were full of anticipation, mixed with a bit of pathetic unwillingness... The short hair that couldn't be suppressed by the headband was curled up in all directions, like fried soft fur puppy.If he had a tail, it must be drooping on the ground by now, wagging it gently.Anyone who sees such a scene will feel unbearable.

Fugo sighed, raising the overlapping top covers.Naranja jumped up for joy immediately, and he turned around around Fugo, his air tail was almost visible to the naked eye sticking out behind the small orange apron.When Fugo supported the roof with one hand, he squeezed over and extended his arms to help hold it up.Borrowing strength, Fugo quickly turned the support rod upright, with a crisp sound, the tip was embedded in the groove, and the sleeping instrument finally spread its wings.

Naranja quickly bent down and moved the piano stool away, then straightened up and grinned at Fugo.

There is really no way.

Fogg sat down on the piano bench, took off the velvet cloth covering the keys, neatly folded it into several folds, and put it aside.The keys are close in front of my eyes, but my thoughts are far away.

After returning to Naples from Venice, he walked into a small bar at random, and saw a piano, but it was an upright piano, the tone was average, and the pitch could be maintained.It can be seen that the owner of the store loves music, but he is just short of money... At that time, the luthier was not very capable, but his temper was not small, so he only played a few vulgar dance music.Fuge was already full of resentment because of parting ways, and there was nowhere to vent the depression in his chest, so he stepped forward and grabbed the luthier by the collar and beat him up.After making a big fuss, the luthier with a bruised nose and a swollen face was thrown out of the door, and the few customers who were not many at all scattered. The bar was devastated, and only the shopkeeper was left trembling... His temper came and went quickly, and Fuge suddenly calmed down. He held out his hand apologetically to the shopkeeper, who almost fainted.The culprit sighed, turned back to the piano and sat down, played a series of scales and stretched his fingers, and then played a short piece of will-o'-the-wisps.I've got nowhere to go anyway, he said, look, let me play the piano here and pay for the bar's repairs.

... Poor shop owner.In this case, who dares to refuse?

So Fugo started playing the piano in the bar.

It's been a long time since I played it. I practiced it when I was a child, but now I'm a little rusty, and the details in all aspects are not as perfect as I remember.If the teacher is watching by his side, he will definitely be punished.Fortunately, there are not many customers in the bar, and the level is average, so simple pop songs can handle it.As the days passed, the more I practiced, the hotter my fingers became, and the skills gradually came back.After each song is over, there will be some sparse applause from time to time, and some loose money will be thrown into the tip glass jar placed on the piano.The music was so beautiful that the boss didn't seem to be so afraid of him, so he simply didn't go back to the apartment and went directly to the bar.

Naples is not a big place or a small place, especially when a person is determined to disappear, it is easier to hide.However, this is a city where the mafia is rampant after all, and you can always hear some news-the fire has merged, the owner has changed, the fame has become famous, the purge has established power... and so on.OK, but what does that have to do with me?While Fuge was playing the piano, he listened to a few nameless young people chatting at the bar.He rolled his eyes and improvised a new variation.But the touch of the keys lightened, slowed down, and turned his head slightly towards the source of the sound—oh, he finally heard a certain name, and the owner of the name is all well and good.A gentle and nimble wave flowed out from the fingertips, like small missiles falling into the water one after another, wobbly touching the orange coral group at the bottom of the lake.

I don’t know how long it has passed, maybe a few months. On a sunny afternoon, when the song stopped, a candy crashed into the glass jar, and there were sharp and excited whistles and cheers behind me. The noise was so familiar. , Fugo turned around, and suddenly saw the boy who was brighter than the sun clapping his hands vigorously.

Today, the boy is still smiling all over his face, standing behind him, his eyes seem to be repeating the words at that time: I have been looking for you for a long time, Fuge!So you can play the piano!so amazing!

"Fuge, what are you doing here? Try it!"

snort.Fuge came back to his senses, snorted through his nose, touched the keys with his right fingertips, and knocked out a series of arpeggios in D-flat major. The fingers ran faster and faster, and suddenly took a breath, and began to play the puppy waltz.

As the name suggests, this piece is based on puppies.After a short four-bar prelude, the cheerful and lively theme of the right hand appeared bouncingly. Under the background of the light chords in the bass part, it whirled rapidly one after another, jumped and repeated, and through the colorful notes, it seemed to be really The plush puppy who can see the source of Chopin's inspiration has been circling around the piano and chasing its tail, so light and cute that people can't help but smile.

——Fuge, I went to your apartment, but I couldn't find you. I waited for several days, but I couldn't see you, and you didn't return your enthusiasm. We didn't know where you were.Then it was Gioruno, oh, Giorno is the new boss, he was very busy at the beginning, and some bastards in the organization still refused to accept him... Anyway, after the busy period, he sent someone to help you everywhere, Finally found it, it turns out that you are here.Don't you miss us?Why don't you come back!Hey, you play really well, really amazing, no wonder your hands are so beautiful!Naranja kept talking, and grabbed Fugo's cuff, trying to pull Fugo up.Fuge looked at the chattering Naranja, his lips parted slightly, but he was speechless.He just shook his head, and gently pushed Naranja's hand away.

Suddenly the music style changed, and the rapid running of the fingertips became slower. The theme of the waltz was pleasant and beautiful, in stark contrast to the previous jubilant melody.The puppy appears to be tired, or distracted, and runs away.

——Later, Naranja appeared for several days in a row, but he still couldn't talk to Fugo.The little boy became impatient, and even drew out his jackknife to make gestures, clamoring to use the Aerosmith to drag Fugo back to the disabled, anyway, he could be cured no matter what... But Fugo didn't pick up the fork like before.Naranja's knife made a hunting sound in the air, and he couldn't find an opponent... The master finally gave up, drooped his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders, and left sullenly.

After a while, the first melody of the song reappeared, and the puppy came back again, playing happily.Turn, run!The fingertips run quickly and smoothly, up and down in a cycle, and the joyful mood is gradually pushed to a high point. A long series of descending scales slips down in one go, and finally stops on an evocative three-note chord.

——Naranja didn't come back for several days.This guy has given up.That's fine.anyway i also...

- Fugo!We also have a piano!Walk!I invite you to play the piano!

——Naranja slammed open the door of the bar, grabbed Fugo with astonishing brute force, and dragged him to run involuntarily.

In a very short moment, the witty and lovely skit track ended lightly.There were exaggerated and sincere shouts and applause behind him, and a hot wind slammed into his side, and he slammed his butt on the piano bench and squeezed with himself.Fuge turned his head and saw that Naranja's face was flushed with a smile, round and round like an apple.

"Fuge, you play really well, and I want to do the same. Can you teach me to play well!"

The ignorant apple uttered nonsense, and the former tutor who gave up the fork showed a wry smile.

"It takes a long time to play as well as I do. Also, do you think you don't have to learn math after learning the piano? The beat is all math, and you haven't even learned fractions yet."

"Can't you play it if you don't learn it..."

"...That's not necessarily true. You dance well, maybe you have talent."

Naranja suddenly opened his eyes wide and leaned forward.The faces were too close, and the warm breath with the smell of milk shampoo sprayed on Fuge's face itchy and crisply. Fuge subconsciously turned his head away and moved a little to the left of the piano bench.

"What song do you want to learn?"

"Come kick the dog."

……what.Nalanja repeated the weird pronunciation several times, stood up and danced, and hummed along with the movements. Only then did Fugo understand that Nalanja was talking about letitgo.Fugo laughed.It's been a long time since I've been like this, it's so strange, my chest is heaving, my shoulders are shaking, my mouth is sucking in air, tears are choking out of my eyes, and my vision is blurred.He saw a black and orange mass dangling and growing bigger, and then there was a dull pain in his shoulder, and he was punched.What are you laughing laughing!What's wrong with an accent!Bucciarati said, be proud of your accent!That is the proof of hometown!Don't laugh! "Boom", another note.After many punches, Fugo finally stopped laughing, wiped away tears, nodded apologetically to Naranja, and stretched out his hand to hold Naranja's right wrist.

The five fingers spread naturally, Fuge said.Naranja complied.The teacher then pulled the student's open right hand in front of him, made a fist with his left hand, and pressed it against his palm.Naranja's knuckles were loosely wrapped around the back of Fugo's hand, covering his fist.

The hand shape for playing the piano should be like this.Come on, I take my fist away, you have to stay like this.That's right, that's it, hold on, and stand on the keyboard.Thumbs in slightly, wrists relaxed... and shoulders relaxed.very good.Look, the position of the thumb is the middle C, which is do, what is it when counting to the right?That's right, all the way to si, and then do again.Well, try playing from do to so.

Although hesitant, his fingers are stiff, and his fingers are a little bit folded, the keyboard instrument with fixed pitch can always give beginners a perfect response.Naranja tremblingly sticks to the keys like a newborn deer learning to walk, but the mallet is crisp and sharp, tapping the steel strings lightly, and the mellow notes will immediately jump out of the piano body and scatter among the dome that is getting brighter in the sky.

do, re, mi, fa, so.

great!Learn to wear fingers again.Like this, the thumb passes under the middle finger, reaching fa...and then flicking along to si, do.When I came back, the middle finger went over the thumb and flicked to mi.great.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, but then becomes easy.Naranja is indeed talented in music. Although he can't say the name and lyrics clearly, he has a very good sense of melody and music. He hums very well and the tune is correct.The four flats are a bit difficult for beginners, let’s transpose to C major——Fuge played a short demonstration, indicating that Naranca played the main melody of the treble part with his right hand.Naranja quickly figured out the pattern, played it bumpily, and sang songs with weird pronunciation.

This scene is really strange, but there is a sense of familiarity.A long time ago, the waif fell into darkness, but was finally redeemed and found a home.Before the decoration of the new house was completed, Naranja lived with Fuge for a while.The first day was unavoidably a bit cautious, after all, the two of them just had a spaghetti friendship - Fuge glanced at the boy in front of him who was half his head shorter than him, thought for a while, then turned and walked into the study to rummage through the boxes.The genius is young and old, and there is nothing at home to take care of his little brother. After looking around, he found a stack of pirated animation discs, which were stolen goods found in a previous mission, and he did not throw them away for some reason.Talking about it is better than nothing, Fugo stuffed the disc into the projector, and pulled Naranja to watch the animation together.The animation is stolen, the picture is blurry and shakes from time to time, the dubbing is in English, but the subtitles are in Russian.Obviously, Naranja couldn't understand a single sentence, but he was very interested in the picture, and kept making up guesses. Fugo corrected him from time to time and explained the actual story to him.The sky gradually darkened, and the mood of the plot gradually increased. The two boys were wrapped in quilts, watching the beautiful Snow Queen sing.

"Fogg. She sings so well. What do the words mean?"

"Don't care about other people's opinions, do what you want and fly high."

"Fly high!"

Naranja got excited, stood up quickly with the quilt on, and shouted Aerosmith!The roaring sound of the propeller overwhelmed the frizzy sound quality of the camera, and a small gold and red plane popped out from behind the boy with great vigor.I will call this when I use my big move in the future!He opened his arms, but his stomach suddenly growled.Again a lot of embarrassment and laughter and a lot of fisting.After a while, the two people, who were painted to varying degrees, squeezed into the kitchen to cook and eat together.Naranja found a bag of alphabet noodles, he picked and picked in the bag, found a few, lined them up and placed them on the cutting board, placed one, and said, vo, la, re, viiiiia.

Fuge looked down and saw "Flying Wings".

Letitgo, volarevia.

In the memory, Nalanja, who pointed to the letters and sang, and Nalanja, who was playing the piano and singing in front of him, the two figures gradually overlapped.Fugo shook his head, and after a closer look, he realized that Naranja had actually played the first two lines of the theme phrase.

"Okay, it's great! Next, add a chord with the left hand, and then join hands."

Fugo opened his left hand and demonstrated the accompaniment chords for the first few bars for Naranja.

"I don't want it. The voice on the right hand is better."

Unexpectedly, Naranja refused.He happily repeated the melody in his right hand, unwilling to stop, and even started to play it down while singing-amazingly, most of it was still right.Fuge had no choice but to touch the keys with his left hand and fall, accompaniment for Naranja.Laughter was immediately mixed into Naranja's singing, and he tapped the keys briskly along with Fugo's chords.The good times didn't last long, and his reserves were quickly exhausted, so he had to reluctantly put down his right hand.Fugo quickly picked up, and changed the tune gorgeously according to the melody in memory.Naranja let out a small exclamation, swayed her body, and continued humming the melody of the song.With the deepening of the song, the queen is no longer sad and hesitant. With the ascending phrase gradually widening the interval and the octave tremolo becoming stronger, the crystal clear frost castle rises from the ground. The decomposed chords of the sound are as dazzling as the crown of her dress-the continuous tremolo chord is here again, the mood is getting stronger and higher, the queen climbs to the top of the golden castle tower, bathed in the morning sun, Cold never bothered mean way!

Fugo softly tapped the last single note to end.Naranja playfully tapped the B flat two octaves higher, which was very similar to the snowflake that fell gently after the queen closed the door in the movie.

Applause came from behind.

The two people on the piano bench both turned their heads.It's Bucciarati.The gang leader in white sat at the small round table, clapping his hands quietly and gracefully.

Naranja jumped up from the piano bench and ran towards Bugarati.Bugarati, you are here!Did you hear that?Great!I didn't expect him to be so good at playing!I still asked him to teach me... Naranja kept talking, but Fugo couldn't quite listen.Bugarati smiled and rubbed Naranja's messy hair, nodded, and looked at Fugo.His eyes are still as clear as the sea in Naples, and all the guilt and sins in the world are invisible in front of him.Is this how demons feel about holy water?Fuge couldn't speak, and his heart was burning with panic. He stood up, and before he could do anything, Naranga rushed to him again and grabbed his hand firmly.

Fugo became angry instead.He slammed Naranja away, turned around and stretched his long legs, and ran out without looking back. The door was knocked open, and the bell beside the door jingled. Naranja's indistinct shouts were mixed together, and they were thrown farther and farther away.