Strawberry Orange Star Night

I. Dolce

The winter wind was blowing, the breath of the sea was blowing, and Naranja's hair was scratched, but he didn't care about it, and he didn't feel the cold.The others were different. Mista wrapped his hat tightly, and Giorno and Giorno grabbed Naranca's two hands respectively—they treated him as a humanoid heater.The three of them huddled together and moved crookedly along the sea cliff.

"Hurry up, you guys! It won't be cold when you move." Trixiu turned around and shouted, she and Bugarati were at the front.

"...Why is this girl so resistant to freezing," Giorno whispered.

Mista shuddered, "I don't understand either. It's the end of December, and I wish I could wear a waist protector, but she's still bare-legged."

"Giorno, your qin hit my head!" Naranca complained, he stopped abruptly, unexpectedly there was a muffled sound, and his head was hit again, this time it was Fugo's qin.Fuge's instrument was the heaviest. He carried the cello on his back and walked at the end. Naranja made a sudden stop. He didn't stop in time, and he hit his chest.

"Fogo—!!" Naranja rubbed his head and turned around, opening his mouth and yelling.While saying sorry, Fugo threw a candy into his mouth.This is Fugo's way of shutting Naranja up lately.

"Okay, stop making trouble." Bugarati heard the commotion and turned around to intervene. "Look, it's almost there."

Naranca smacked her lips and looked up.Between the endless blue of the sea and the sky, dotted with a touch of white obelisk, the dome cross is particularly dazzling under the winter sun.This is a pure white church sitting on the edge of the sea cliff.

Naranca became excited all of a sudden. Regardless of the protests of Giorno and Mista, he threw them away, flew to Buccarati's side like a bird, and helped Bucciarati push open the heavy wooden door of the church.A group of people passed through the porch, greeted the priest and the nun, walked through the nave under the guidance, and came to the altar.Next to the lectern, a grand piano stands quietly, and the soft sunlight shines on the instrument through the stained glass windows.

Naranja stepped forward, held his breath, stretched out his hand into the colorful broken light, and tapped lightly on the black and white keys with curled fingers.The soft and mellow sound of the piano immediately resounded through the entire church, like ripples between the high vaults and stone walls.He raised his head, closed his eyes, and couldn't help laughing.

"It's great!" Mista sighed sincerely.Naranja opened his eyes and looked at his companions. Everyone was assembling and preparing their instruments, except Mista, who came empty-handed. "If only I could play here too... I can blow a sunrise, what do you think?"

"No, it's super weird." Giorno answered while rubbing the rosin, and Mista made a hurt sound.

Christmas is coming, "Zest" is going to perform some Christmas songs together with the church choir, the participants are Giorno, Fugo and Bugarati, and they come to the rehearsal today.Everyone was very happy when they received the invitation - the reverberation effect of the church is very beautiful, such a good opportunity is rare.So even though there were only three of them, they were almost all out, except for Apache, who couldn't get up so early.

Giorno and Fugo were ready, and Bucciarati also sat on the piano bench, and they began to rehearse the repertoire.Jingle bells, universal jubilation, carols of bells... These songs are simple and popular, but they are also radiant and melodious.The three of them have worked together in the orchestra, and now they cooperate perfectly. Coupled with the holy and flawless singing of the choir, this piece of music cheers like silver bells and warms people's hearts like golden lights.

Naranca folded his hands on the back of the bench in front of him, Mista and Trish stood on either side of him.After the performance on the stage, people applauded in the lingering sound.

"Sounds good!" Mista shouted towards the stage while applauding.

"Thank you!" Buccarati looked overjoyed. "The acoustics of this church are really amazing."

"I want to try it, let me try it!" Trish said while running towards the altar with small steps.She opened the instrument bag, took out the delicate flute, and looked at Buccarati expectantly.Bugarati asked the priest if he could let the orchestra practice for a while, and the priest readily agreed.

"It's too cunning..." Mista said, looking sullenly at the beaming Trish. "If I knew it earlier, I would bring the number with me."

"As soon as your number is taken out, you will probably be expelled." Giorno got off the stage, and he joined the audience and sat next to Mista.

"Probably not, the Horn of Extermination is a trombone." Fuge also put away the piano, and sat down next to Naranja.

"Hush—they're starting!" Naranja whispered.Everyone stopped talking and looked at the stage.

The music begins with the piano, the relaxed and cheerful allegro, full of romantic and gorgeous classical atmosphere, full of spring and vitality.The pink girl nodded lightly, bringing the silver flute to her lips...

Mozart Flute Concerto No. [-] in D major.

The melodious and melodious rapid ascending scale is continuously connected with the gorgeous treble.The melody is elegant and gentle, and the cadenzas turn back and forth, which is as refreshing as fairy music, as if you can see the pink roses blooming in front of your eyes, just like the two reddish touches on Trish's face.Her breath is steady, her fingering is flexible, and she meets Bugarati's eyes from time to time.

Against the background of the piano, the beautiful timbre of the flute is particularly prominent, and the music is layered, while the openness of the church further magnifies this gentle and bright beauty.

"Bravo!"

At the end of the song, Nalanga stood up and applauded, rushed forward, and gave Trish a big hug.

"Trixiu, how can you play so well?" Nalanja let go of Trixiu, her face was flushed, her eyebrows were crooked, and she couldn't stop laughing.

"Secret!" Trixie raised a slender finger to press the petal-like lips, exhaling like blue.

II. Cantabile

"She told a secret!"

After the church rehearsal, the group returned to the orchestra.After lunch, some go to lunch break, some go to practice, and some go to class.Naranja was a member of the class.He sat on the piano bench and expressed his doubts to Buccarati.

"I don't understand, why did he play so well?" Naranja asked Buccarati, frowning. "I think it's not just technically good, there seems to be something else in it."

"Music has emotions. Let's try it out." Bugarati replied with a smile.He found a sheet of music, spread it out on the music stand, and tapped on the score. "Come on, let's talk about this in this class. This score, I will give you 10 minutes to read the score, and then take a look at it."

Naranja obediently read the score.It was Beethoven's Dedication to Alice, which he had heard but never played.

Perhaps, as Fugo said, Naranja was indeed the lucky one who was favored by the archangel.His musical talent is unquestionable.More than half a year has passed since the two of them joined the enthusiasm, and the word leapfrogging is not enough to describe Nalanja's progress.Although he sometimes couldn't calculate the problem, which made Fugo furious, but as soon as he started playing the piano, Fugo's eyes would soften.God closes your door, but opens a window!When Fugo heard Naranja's sight-reading etude for the first time, he once expressed such admiration.

When the 10 minutes were up, Bugara reminded him aloud, so he sight-read.His left hand played broken chords smoothly and smoothly, and his right hand popped up a brisk theme, repeated many times.Coming to the interlude, starting with the ornamental notes, the melody is lively and brisk, and a series of fast arpeggios. Nalanja accidentally pressed a wrong note-he didn't let the mistake affect him, he continued.Bass chords, high-pitched arpeggios continue to rise and then fall down, the music returns to the theme, and after repeating it again, the music is over.

"Not bad, only a little bit wrong." Bugarati commented, "Come on, let me play it for you."

Naranga gave up the piano stool to Bugarati and stood aside.When Bucciarati played the first phrase, he was stunned.

Is this the same piece I just played?

Bugarati flicked his hands over the keys and played alternately, like lovers whispering to each other.A series of gorgeous and cheerful arpeggios are as mellow and melodious as a girl's chuckle, and the broken chords in the bass are as deep and firm as a male voice. The theme is repeated again and again, like lovers tempting each other.

After shouting 12 times, Beethoven finally couldn't take it anymore. Boom, boom, boom, boom... His left hand tapped the passionate heartbeat continuously, burning up, and he seemed to finally confess his love to his lover.The arpeggio gradually ascended, and the girl accepted his heart... Another repeat of the theme, they finally connected with each other, and the gorgeous and warm love song ended gently.

"Understood?" Bugarati stretched out his hand and waved in front of the dumbfounded Naranja. "Many people think that this piece is very ordinary and simple, but in fact, his artistic expression is far higher than the difficulty of the sheet music."

"Artistic expression?"

"Yes, to put it simply, it's feelings." Buccarati turned the sheet music backwards, pointed to the notes at the back of the sheet music, and said. "This is a piece Beethoven wrote to one of his female students. It's hard to imagine that such a great man who wanted to choke his fate could write such a gentle piece."

Bugarati then went on to tell about Beethoven's life. Naranca nodded with a half understanding, but he was still thinking about what Bugarati said earlier.

"...However, it may be a bit early for you to say this." Buccarati sighed with a smile, and patted Nalanga on the shoulder.He took out another etude book, ticked off two pieces, and arranged exercises for Naranga after class.Naranja took the sheet music, thanked Bugarati, and went out the door.

Can feelings really change the song so much?Obviously the notes and rhythm are the same!Naranja really couldn't figure it out.

That's right, go ask Fugo!He suddenly had a flash of inspiration.Fugo is also his teacher, and he is about the same age as him, maybe he won't be as unpredictable as Bugarati.

He remembered that Fugo practiced in piano room No. [-].He came to the door of piano room No. [-], thought for a while, and opened the door lightly without knocking, and the deep velvet-like sound of the piano streamed out instantly.

Fuge's waist is straight, his sitting posture is correct, the cello is leaning between his knees, his bow is steady, and the sound of the piano is mellow and meaningful.The afternoon sun streamed into the room, dyeing the sound of the piano with a layer of gold, and also drew a gentle golden edge on his backlit side face, and his slightly curly blond hair hung down loosely, giving off a charming brilliance.

There was a creak, and the door slammed.Naranja was fascinated by the sound, leaned forward unknowingly, and pushed open the door.Hearing the noise, Fuge raised his eyes to the door and met Naranja.

It was the first time that Nalanja really noticed Fugo's eyes. Although they were purple like his own, Fugo's eyes were a little bit bluer, like gems, and like stars, and they were still dotted with golden powder by the sun.

No, how could the stars and the sun appear at the same time?

"Hello! Nalanja!" Fugo shouted several times before Nalanja withdrew his thoughts.

"What's wrong with me? I haven't finished practicing yet, if it's a music theory problem..."

"...It's not a matter of music theory," Naranja said dazedly, "what are you practicing?"

Fugo raised an eyebrow and looked at Naranja.After a while, he opened his mouth to answer.

"It's just daily practice, open strings, scales, etudes and the like."

"Then will you play music next?"

"That's the plan."

"Let me hear it!" Seeing that Fuge was noncommittal, Nalanja took it as his acquiescence.He closed the door and walked into the piano room.There is a piano in every piano room, and he sat on the piano bench with his back to the piano, looking at Fuge expectantly, completely forgetting his previous purpose.

Fugo glanced at Naranja and picked up the spectrum.The paper flipped over, and finally stopped at - Naranca stretched her neck forward, trying to see the title of the song - Popper's Dance of the Elf.

This is a presto, quite difficult.Fugo is worthy of being a genius, and now this kind of super showy skit can't trouble him-the wavy and large-scale progressive arpeggios, the smooth and atmospheric portamento, and the fast and precise force changes all promote his superb skills .Not only that, he played colorfully and ups and downs, as if there were elves dancing on the strings, dexterous, colorful and hearty.

Naranja liked the piece very much, he tapped his feet to the rhythm of the piece, his face was evoked with a bright smile by the jubilant notes.The skit repertoire is very short and ends in just over two minutes.Fuge put down his bow, saw Naranja's smiling face, and laughed too.

"Do you know what I was thinking when I played this piece just now?" Naranja shook his head, and Fugo raised his bow and tapped his arm. "You!"

"Are you saying I'm an elf?"

"Ha! I think you're a goblin."

Naranja stretched out his legs and kicked Fuge, who smiled and avoided.

"Do it again, do it again! I'll show you what an elf is!" Naranja withdrew his legs, moved his butt on the piano bench, turned to face the piano, and opened the lid.

"Take the beat first!" Naranja said to Fugo, hanging his hands above the keys.He heard Fogg tap a few beats with his foot, and the two began to play at the same time.

It was a chaotic ensemble.Naranga has not read the piano accompaniment score of this piece, he is improvising.It is very immature, and the arrangement is not exquisite or gorgeous, and even the piano sounds a bit jazzy-although it is still pleasant, it is neither fish nor fowl after all.Sure enough, Fuge couldn't stand the messy accompaniment, and he stopped playing after the melody had gone on for more than a minute.

Nalanga turned her head and saw Fugo looking at him with a half-smile, his jewel-like eyes sparkling.

"Naranja, what are you playing? The steel accompaniment of this piece is not like this at all."

Naranga responded with a comical descending arpeggio.After a rest, the two of them broke out into three F laughs at the same time.