【Strawberry Orange】Starry Night

I. Allegrettonontroppo

After the monstrous rage was exhausted, Fugo struggled on the streets of Naples.He is only 15 years old, wandering alone in strange streets, carrying a 4/4 cello, nowhere to go.He was spurned and exiled, but he still held fast to his faith—like the bloody Son of God on Golgotha ​​under his burden.

look!Pinocchio is finally a real little boy!Inexplicably, a funny children's play that he heard when he was a child sounded in his mind.In the memory, the little puppet was full of red face and bouncing around, which was very funny. He was so amused, but his mother stopped him from laughing out loud.Because of etiquette.

Thinking of this, a chuckle crept up the corner of his mouth.fuck her.From now on, there is no need to think about her again.

However, the moonlight will be bright, and the cold wind will gradually rise...Compared with poetry and the distance, the most urgent thing is to find a shelter.Fugo brought out nothing but the cello.Although he was dressed in high-end clothes, he didn't have any extra jewelry on his body, except for a thin button chain hanging from his neckline.The watches and rings that I wear when I go out on weekdays are all taken off for playing.How much is this chain worth?

Fugo shuffled around aimlessly, passing a restaurant.He looked at the guests dining leisurely through the glass window, Xiao thought about the aroma of the food... and shook his head.At this moment, a poster caught his eyes.It was a poster with a black background and a pink rhombus grid, and a little bit of starlight spilled out from a golden zipper, converging into the word "enthusiasm".He was attracted by the pattern, and then noticed the subtitle. It turned out that this is a small chamber orchestra called "Passionate", which is recruiting.

What a pompous copywriting!Fugo frowned while reading.What are "Prince of the Bay of Naples", "Brilliant Topaz of the East", "Sexy Latin Amber"... What are they?Those who didn't know thought it was an unscrupulous nightclub.He couldn't read well and was about to leave when he suddenly saw the word "cello".They're looking for a cellist.

Where could it be worse?Fuge thought, it was better than sleeping on the street.

So he wrote down the address on the poster and searched for the way.It turned out not to be far.After only two streets, he came to the "Passionate" Orchestra.

This is a Tuscan-style building that stands next to the bay.Although the setting sun has set, he can still tell that the exterior wall of the building is a warm and bright light yellow.Splendid flowers bloom under the white window lattice, contrasting with the wooden door painted in water blue.The dense green radish hangs down from the roof, as if it has life, dancing with the wind and whispering.The cool sea breeze with a little salty air slowly rolled in a few white gulls singing. Looking across the building and looking at the bay, you can see that the sea is shimmering, and the originally endless blue spots are dyed with warm golden sunset. The romantic sky blurs the boundaries and freezes time.

—It looks like a Monet painting.Fogg thought of Debussy, who was also an Impressionist, and his sea.

Fuge stopped and stared at the orange-pink sunset in the sky, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the setting sun slowly sinking into the embrace of the ocean.The whistle of Xiang Wan's fishing boat returning to the port brought him back to reality, and he just woke up like a dream. He turned his head, rubbed his eyes, and walked towards the building with his piano on his back.

II. Allegrettopocomosso-Appassionate

Fogg came to the carved wooden door.There is a small nameplate next to the door with the inscription "Enthusiasm".Through the reflection of the nameplate, Fugo saw his distressed appearance. His blond hair, which was combed beautifully for the concert, was messed up by the strong wind, and the tie on his chest was also untied.He smoothed his hair, retied his tie, and patted his clothes flat.After confirming that he was well-groomed, he took a few deep breaths, tried to calm down, and reached out to ring the bronze doorbell.

After a while, the door opened.A young man with short black hair opened the door. He was cool and handsome. When he saw Fugo, he smiled at him like a sea breeze and held out his hand. —The sea, thought Fudge.

"Hi, I'm Bugarati. Are you...?"

"Hello. I'm Fugo."

Fugo shook Buccarati's hand.

"Fugo. Are you here to apply for the orchestra?"

"Yes. I brought the cello." Fugo turned sideways slightly, showing Bugarati the cello behind him.In fact, this is completely unnecessary, the handle of the piano is over his shoulder, and it can be seen at a glance.

"Welcome! Please come in!" Immediately, the blue sea was filled with happy waves.Bugarati welcomes Fugo into the house and invites Fugo to sit down.

Fuge sat on the white fabric sofa, Bugarati brewed scented tea, he poured the light blue tea into a delicate porcelain cup, and served it to Fuge together with the matching porcelain plates.The elegant aroma is scattered and elegant, steaming.

Fugo thanked Bugarati.He hesitated for a while, but couldn't bear it anymore.

"...Buggarati. Are you the Prince of Naples?"

Bugarati's ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"...Did you see that poster? They wrote it nonsense." He brushed his hair unnaturally.Seeing his embarrassment, Fugo wanted to bite off his tongue.

"Wait a minute, I'll call all the troupe members, and we'll hold an audition for you right away." Bugara cleared his throat, and brought the conversation back to the normal direction.Fugo nodded his thanks and watched him turn and go upstairs.

Fuge took a sip of tea and looked around.He saw a lot of green plants, lush and well cared for.The owner is a person who knows how to live.The living room has a rough stone wall with a fireplace embedded in it. The thick and rough contrasts sharply with the slender white and simple furnishings, but it is very elegant.On the other side of the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the bay when night falls. The houses are layered along the coastline, eaten into darkness, but the lights are just beginning to shine, and the stars are dotted.

Pretty good, he thought, and very different from the poster style.Don't know what kind of people the band members are?It feels a bit weird to look at the posters, but who knows, it might be as unexpectedly likable as this house and Bugarati.

He heard a commotion upstairs, a few voices and light steps.The audition meeting... I can't play the cello yet.It wouldn't be a big deal, though, thought Fogg.

My IQ is as high as 152, and I have mastered the piano and violin in just two years.The cello is also a string instrument, so it should not be difficult to change careers.Besides, I didn't say anything just now... I "brought" the cello.I didn't say I could play the cello.

But when he thought of Bucciarati's sincere blue eyes, he couldn't help feeling a little guilty.He put down the teacup without touching it again.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally heard footsteps again.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting! Let's go to the piano room." Buccarati went downstairs and gestured to Fugo.Fuge went upstairs, and the two walked through the long corridor. Bugarati opened the door of the piano room at the end of the corridor, and said inside, "Here comes the cello!" Fuge followed closely and walked into the piano room.

This piano room is very large and tall, the floor is covered with clean cork floor, the walls are somewhat rough and concave-convex, one wall is embedded with wooden bookshelves and record racks, and the racks are full.Two people turned their heads from the bookshelf, Fuge took a look and immediately understood who Dongyang's bright topaz and sexy Latin amber were.It's a pity that he didn't finish reading that paragraph, he thought, it looks quite imagey, maybe the other two people can also be seated by themselves.

He beckoned and saw them put the books back on the shelf and walk towards him.

"I'm Bugarati, as you already know. I'm the leader of this orchestra, playing the piano. This is Giorno, our violinist. Mista, French horn." Fugo, Topaz and Amber A handshake.

"Terry Hugh, the flute, and she's also great on vocals."

At the end of the piano room is a floor-to-ceiling window. The thick wool curtains are half drawn, and the other half can overlook the sea.The beautiful girl with pink hair was originally looking out from the window, but she stepped forward deftly like a deer, and kissed Fugo.

"Cello! That's great. Another viola and we can play Mozart's flute quartet."

The girl has a sweet voice, and her words are like singing.But a gruff protest interrupted her.

"No!" Mista said loudly.

"Excuse me, what did you say?"

"No, no quartets... Mozart didn't even like the flute! He said it himself."

When Trixie heard this, Liu Mei frowned slightly, and stretched out his hand to grab Mista's ear, Mista was pinched and wailed repeatedly.

"So what? He writes so well, there's no way he doesn't like it."

"We don't need a viola player," Giorno laughed, pulling Trish to save Mista's ear from Xianxian. "It's just a mere mention, I can just play a cameo at random."

"We only have one violin for you. You have gone to play Zhongti, so who will play the violin?" Trish threw away Giorno and poked him in the chest.

Seeing the band members laughing and playing, Fuge gradually relaxed in his heart.

"I can play the violin." He couldn't help interjecting. "Actually, I can play the piano."

Several people stopped and looked back at him in surprise. He felt Bugarati pat him on the shoulder.

"This is really unexpected, really good."

"Is it really good? You have to listen to the performance before you can make a conclusion."

Fuge was taken aback. He originally saw a black grand piano lying quietly in a corner of the piano room, and beside it was a cloth sofa that seemed very comfortable...but he didn't notice the inside It turned out that there was a person lying down.A silver-haired man in black sat up from the sofa. He was wearing black lipstick and his voice was low.

"Yes, so we called everyone to hold an audition. Fugo, this is Apache, our bassoonist." Apache bowed slightly as a salute.

"So, let's get started?" Bugarati suggested.The band members all sat down on the sofa.Fugo unloaded the piano case and put it on the ground.He lowered his head and felt that everyone's eyes were on him... He took a deep breath and opened the piano case.

"My God! This is too..."

He heard Mista let out a loud exclamation.

Yes, his violin is indeed extremely beautiful, the lacquer is beeswax color, brilliant luster, the headstock, inlay and F hole are exquisite and superb, and it is priceless to the naked eye.The atmosphere of anticipation spread in the piano room, and everyone looked forward to it, wondering what beautiful music Fugo would play on such an exquisite instrument.

Fuge closed the piano case and raised his head.In everyone's confusion, he cleared his throat and spoke.

"I'm really sorry, but I don't know how to play the cello yet. I'm homeless. I saw your band's poster on the road and wanted to... have a look. I'm very smart. I'm good at both the piano and the violin. It's only been two years. Just give recitals. I think I will soon be able to master the cello and join the orchestra. Until then, I can play second violin.”

He was calm and composed on the surface, but he felt weak in his heart, and he spoke a long paragraph like a cannonball.He couldn't look directly into Bugarati's eyes, so he kept staring at the midpoint between Bugarati's eyes and nose.When talking, look there, and the other party will have the illusion that you are looking into his eyes, so it will not be rude... But it is obvious that even with the corner of his eye, he can feel the musicians around Bucciarati. commotion.In the face of this increasingly dignified sense of oppression, he stretched like a newly replaced string.

After about a minute, Buccarati broke the silence.

"Then where did this cello... come from?"

- Doesn't seem to be angry?Fugo breathed a sigh of relief.But he doesn't plan to expand on the topic.

"My grandfather bought it."

"You are so good at playing the piano, why don't you learn—"

Before Mista finished speaking, he received an elbow from Giorno next to him, and fell silent in pain.

"Use my violin and play a piece."

Giorno handed his piano case to Fugo, as if he wasn't the one who acted violently just now.

Fugo took the violin and opened the case.It was a Stradivarius violin, as exquisite and elegant as the Guarneri he had left at home.The bow was rosined, he decided.The master will practice every day.

He installed the qin rest, clamped the qin under his neck, bowed with his right hand, and began to test the sound.He pulls a smooth open string.

What are you playing?He looked at Bugarati, who nodded encouragingly.He thought of this warm house located by the sea with a panoramic view of the beautiful bay, and thought of the beautiful sea view where he stopped and stared for a long time in the afternoon, a fairyland like a Monet impression painting.Also, Bugarati's warm smile like the sea breeze, he welcomed the displaced and embarrassed self into the house.

He looked out the French windows.At this time, the bay outside has completely fallen into the dark night, only the lights of the ten thousand houses and the stars on the dome complement each other.

He begins with Debussy's The Sea, the first movement.

A series of vibrato in the form of descending scales——it is a warm morning light, which disperses the night and sweeps away the haze of last night.The beautiful sea that surrounds the islands of San Geniero revives tremblingly.The glorious and holy dawn descends from the blue and broad embrace of the sea, so soft and graceful, full of vitality, like poetry and dreams...

The night of the real world shrouded the earth, but his inner world was not like this.The undercurrent and waves that had swept through his entire youth finally burst out, and the violent storm finally died down.The long night finally came to an end, and a new sun rose from his chest.

The hands have never been so free, and the heart has never been so light and flying. He floated down from the clouds, swayed and landed on the sea, and fell on the endless sparkling waves on the sea.

——What a beautiful sea...

"Bravo!"

The cheers and applause brought his thoughts back to reality, if not for this, he didn't even notice that he had finished playing.

When he came back to his senses, he saw Bugarati and Giorno standing up and applauding, and Mista chanted "Why is it over?" with an unfinished look on his face, Trixiu's eyes were full of tears, and even Apache's The thin lips are no longer stretched into a straight line.So this is playing music, he thought vaguely.