Strawberry Orange Star Night

I. Scherzando

Naranja cried until he hiccupped.Bugarati sat down next to him, and wrapped him in his arms like a small animal.While patting Naranja on the back, Bugarati sent everyone else out with his eyes.

Everyone filed out and left the piano room.As soon as Fugo turned around, he saw Apache leaning far away by the door, staring thoughtfully at the two people on the piano bench.I don't know when he came.

The last one to exit the piano room was Trixie, who closed the door, and all the sounds in the room were instantly deaf.Everyone was silent for a while.

"... Whenever this happens, I don't know how long it should take before I can start talking again." Mista said.He was elbowed again by Giorno.

"Apaki, when did you wake up so early?" Amid Mista's wailing, Trixiu turned to Apaki and asked.

"You don't close the door for piano practice, who can sleep here. I wanted to come down and slam the door, but I didn't expect to hear the story, and the orchestra would like to add new members." Apache choked, and glanced at Fugo again, " How can you newcomers self-proliferate?"

Before Fugo could reply, Giorno spoke. "Speaking of which, I remembered. We used up the last set of bedding at home when we furnished Fugo's room yesterday. If Naranja joins us today, we will have to buy new ones. Apache, here Only you and Bugarati have driver's licenses, and obviously Bugarati isn't free right now, so I'll have to trouble you to drive me shopping."

Apaki snorted a gasp from his nose.Fugo felt that maybe this was a sign of his agreement, because Giorno immediately walked away with Apache.Fogg ran after them and begged them to take him with them.He wanted to go to the bookstore to find cello textbooks—a goal that had been unsuccessful in the morning.

"Okay," Giorno readily agreed, "Anyway, it's on the way, not far."

"What else can I say? Anyway, the car is yours." Apache rolled his eyes.

"Why doesn't Giorno have a driver's license, but has a car?" Fugo asked.

"My father bought it. Originally, he sent a housekeeper, but I refused. I have so many friends living with me, and I don't need a housekeeper to get in the way."

"Oh, that butler, what a nightmare!" Apache groaned, "He should be stationed in the Vampire Castle, the kind that plays toccata every time he comes out."

Trish and Mista followed them to the first floor.After hearing Apache's metaphor, they both laughed out loud. "Dangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdang" Mista even slapped his teeth and paws to the music, stretching out his arms to pinch Giorno's shoulders, shaking back and forth.

"Wait a minute, I thought this house belonged to Bugarati?" Fugo asked in surprise.

"No," Giorno let Mista gossip, and explained to Fugo, "This is my house. Actually, it was bought for me by my father."

"That's right, Giorno is actually the enthusiastic boss! The funds and the venue are all provided by his family! That's why we can play music so leisurely. Originally, his father even thought of a name for the orchestra, what is it called?" , " Trish paused dramatically, but didn't hold back, and started giggling.

"Hot Apollo." Giorno said expressionlessly. "It was rejected by me. But in the end, there is still some connection, which is called enthusiasm." He finally couldn't bear the disturbance, and pushed Mista away, and Mista fell to the ground rolling around, laughing loudly.

...Why is this style of writing so familiar?Fugo thought of the exaggerated poster copy he saw in the restaurant. "Did your father also write the copywriting on the band's promotional poster?" he asked Giorno.

Giorno rubbed his temples and nodded.

"I saw the code names of Bugarati, Giorno, and Mista, and I didn't read any more." Fugo couldn't hold back, he was really curious, "Can you tell me, Trish and Apache What's your code name?"

"I am the conch pearl of Emerald Crystal," Trishul said out of breath with a laugh, and spoke intermittently.

"Apaki is a crimson black silk-wrapped agate!!!" Mista announced loudly on the ground.

"In the dead of night, I will throw you, including the bedroll, onto the fourth-floor rooftop." Fuge swore that he saw a will-o'-the-wisp that was colder than absolute zero in Apaki's eyes.His voice was like Hades spreading the plague of undeath, and Mista uttered an indescribably miserable protest at the sound.

To stop the murder, Giorno and Fugo worked together to push Apache out the door.

II. Spirito

The three came to the garage, Apache started the ignition with a dark face, Giorno sat in the co-pilot, and Fugo sat in the back seat.

"I don't know how Naranja is doing now?" Giorno broke the silence when the car stopped at the red light at the intersection.

"I don't know, I hope he's better." Fuge said, remembering that Naranja's stomach growled before he followed him back to the regiment, wondering if he had eaten now. "It was at this intersection that I heard the sound of him knocking on the little star. Walking a few steps over there is the alley."

"Think about it, if it weren't for the quietness in the morning, maybe you would have missed it." Giorno said. "Apache, green light."

Only then did the car start again, and Fugo saw Apache glance at him from the rearview mirror, and his expression softened a little. "Fugo, why did you bring Naranja back?" Apache asked.

"……I have no idea."

Yeah, why?

He thought of those clear and bright eyes in the morning, the light in them was brighter than the stars.Although the clothes are ragged and the "instrument" is crude...but the smile on the little dirty face is comparable to the soloist who has won a full house of encores and returned with pride.

After a while, Fugo spoke softly.

"Maybe it's because I don't want such a talented child to be buried...Saving him seems to be redeemed."

"yes."

Apache stopped talking.Giorno turned on the car stereo, and Bach filled the small space.

Accompanied by the flow of music, time passed quickly.They arrived at the department store, bought bedding and some daily necessities that Naranga needed, had lunch, and returned with a full load.The bookstore is not far away, after they left from the department store, they arrived within a 10-minute drive.Giorno handed the wallet to Fugo, and Fugo got out of the car and walked into the bookstore alone.

There are a wide variety of music books in the bookstore.Fuge found the cello-related book area, took down a few books and looked through them one by one, not knowing what to buy.

"Don't buy this. Buy these few books." Apache's voice suddenly came from behind, and Fugo turned around, seeing Apache holding two books and handing them to him.

"Why...?" Fugo took the book and flipped through it, not knowing why.

"I learned from these few books." Seeing Fugo's questioning gaze, Apache added in a low voice, "I have partnered with the cellist before, so I know."

Seeing that Apache didn't want to say any more, Fugo didn't ask further.He thanked Apache, and after paying the bill, the two returned to the car together, met Giorno, and drove home.

After returning home, the three of them moved all the big and small bags to an empty room opposite Fuge's room on the third floor.Fugo offered to help with the arrangement, but Giorno said no. "You are still a newcomer, so let's not exploit you." Giorno said.

Fuge accepted the kindness, turned and walked out of the room.Only then did he remember that his piano was still in the piano room in the morning.So he went back to the second floor, opened the first door by the stairs...he heard a deep and deep empty cello string.

It's Apache.He sat on the chair Fogg had brought in that morning, with Fogg's cello resting between his knees.He holds the piano in a standard posture, moves the bow straight and steady, and the sound of the piano is dignified and balanced.

Apache heard the door open, put down his bow, looked up to the door, and saw Fugo. "This is my piano room. You forgot the piano here." He said lightly. "It's a fine piano."

Fuge was dumbfounded, momentarily at a loss for words. "Didn't you say...you used to partner with the cellist?"

"I can play too. But I'll kill you if you tell anyone."

Fuge nodded blankly.

"Why are you still standing there? Can Qin practice by himself? Take the book you just bought, and sit down." Apache frowned, and Fugo hurriedly followed his instructions.

"Presumably you tried it yourself and found that the cello and the violin are very different, so you decided to go out and buy books." Apache said. "If there is no teacher's guidance, and you only rely on self-study to change careers, you will definitely fall into a bunch of stinky problems. However, you also have advantages. You have the intonation of the violin and are used to the joint clef of the piano. At least in these two points, There is no need to teach any more."

Afterwards, Apache didn't talk much nonsense. He first adjusted the height of the seat and poles for Fugo, and then started from the basic posture of holding the piano and bow, and began to teach Fugo hand in hand.Fugo quickly felt Apache's professionalism, his language was concise and to the point.After confirming the posture standard, Apache began to teach him the empty string.Fuge's understanding is extremely high, and under the guidance of Apache's precepts and deeds, he finally succeeded in pulling the first perfect empty string on the cello.

"It's not too bad, let's stop here today." Apache looked at Fugo approvingly, picked up the textbook, and turned a few pages back, "Tomorrow at the same time, we will study this lesson."

Fugo couldn't believe that he was so lucky.While watching Apache mark the book with a pencil, he wondered if he would be rejected if he asked Apache to play a piece.

At this time, the door of the piano room opened.It's Bucciarati.

"Apaki, almost..." Bugarati stopped in the middle of speaking, and he saw Apache holding a book and Fugo holding a cello.Bugarati glanced at Apache in surprise, and Apache looked away a little unnaturally.

Bugarati chuckled, and continued what he had just said. "Apaki, it's almost time for the two of us to practice." Apaki snorted to express his understanding, he closed the book and returned it to Fugo, carried the long instrument bag on his back, and went out the door.

"Fugo, I have already taught Naranja some elementary lessons." Bugarati turned to Fugo and said. "Actually, I wanted him to take a good rest after eating and taking a bath, but he was eager to learn, and he didn't want to stop after an hour. Now it's time for me to practice. If you are free, you can go to Teach him the theory of music. He is in piano room No. [-]."

Fugo agreed.They left Apache's piano room, Bugarati walked to the ensemble practice room deep in the corridor, and Fugo found Naranja in the third piano room.

Naranja's eyes were still a little red and swollen, but her hair was fresh and fluffy, her little face was no longer dirty, and she was wearing clean clothes that were a bit too big.When he saw Fugo, he jumped up from the piano bench, and with the smell of shampoo, he bounced and rushed to Fugo, grabbed Fugo's hand, and led him to the piano.

"Bugara made me eat pasta, drink juice, and make me take a shower! And he took me to class! What is it... what is Feiboer?"

"Fiber."

"That's right! Bugarati said that I'm very smart, and I learned several chapters at once. Time flies, Fugo, I didn't know that an hour is so short, and it's gone all at once."

Fuge couldn't help laughing when he heard Nalanga talking about his lessons in high spirits.Naranja heard his laughter, let go of his hand, and scratched his head.

"Fugo, I feel like I'm in a dream. I...I don't know that there is anyone in this world who treats me so well,..."

Naranja shyly raised his arms and scratched at his hair. His overly wide sleeves fell to his elbows, revealing bruises and bruises on his arms.

Seeing the shocking scars on Nalanja's body, Fuge was speechless.He couldn't imagine what kind of life this child had lived before.

He rubbed Naranja's head sadly.But the black-haired boy laughed again, shook his head like a small animal, and shook off Fugo's hand.

"By the way! Bucciarati said to let you teach me music theory! What is music theory?"

Fuge looked at Naranga, his grape-colored eyes were crystal clear, shining with the light of seeking knowledge.Even though life was bitter before, there was not a trace of gloom in his eyes.

Fugo suddenly felt that his pity a moment ago was a little rude.He found a book from the piano, spread it out, and the two sat side by side on the piano bench, and he began to teach Naranga music theory.

This is a whole note, this is a half note, this is a quarter note... Naranga interrupted him, saying that Buccarati had already said all these.

"What about the beat, did Bugarati talk about it?" Fogg asked.

"Speak. I just played a paper airplane in [-]-[-] time!" Nalanga said proudly.

"Very well, then I'll test you. Four or three beats, with a quarter note as a beat, and each measure has three beats. If there are 1 beats in a minute, how much is each beat worth, and how many seconds does a measure take? Come on, I'll give you the notebook and pen, and you can do the math."

Naranja's face crumpled into a ball.He pursed his mouth, put the pen between his upper lip and nose, and thought hard.Fugo waited patiently.Naranja was scribbling and drawing on the notebook. After a while, he looked at Fuge and said hesitantly,

"...28?"

Fuge snatched the notebook from Nalanja's hand, rolled it into a roll, and knocked it on Nalanga's head with lightning speed.

The toccata mentioned by Brother Cha is Bach’s Toccata and Fugue in D minor. The organ sounds at the beginning are widely used in various vampire appearances... Hahahahaha Mista’s Dangdang is singing this sentence

<Fiber Piano Tutorial>, Paper Airplane Flying is the second song in the book, how fast the baby learns