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`You still keep that signature?'
`Yeah...I've had it since I published my first opera.'
`Violino Dilettante... shouldn't you change one though...this sonata is dedicated to the nobles, I think you should make your signature more classy.'
`I don't think the signature matters, as long as my compositions are of good quality.' Tomaso's tone was confident, yet he started to frown.
`Yeah but dilettante, I don't think you deserve this signature, it's a little too negative.' I hugged him and whispered that in his ears.
`Whatever.' He rolled his eyes at me and jerked out of my arms.
`Someone's definitely not in a good temper today...' I mumbled.
`And is that a nuisance?' He questioned me. I was enraged, because his tone sounded so threatening as if he would eat me up alive.
`What do you mean?'
`I said is that a nuisance.' He returned to his poker face again.
`I was just giving you some suggestions...why are you overreacting even?' I tried to play cute to calm him down.
`Bruh, what you called my signature definitely wasn't nice.'
`Fine then, I was just giving suggestions. You close-minded musician that can't even write church music.' I scolded him.
Tomaso tried to get back at me, but he just stood by his desk, frowning at me. Just as I thought he was going to go back to composing, he stormed towards me and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt.
`If you dare speak about Rome again...' He stopped, and raised his fist at me. I tried to break away from his grip, in vain and also stimulating asthma. I started coughing just one second before he was going to punch me, and that must have restored his wits, because he left me alone. I fell to the ground right after he left me alone, coughing. I looked up at him, who had his back turned towards me.
`Tomaso, you have changed. You would never speak to me with this tone, and you wouldn't even think about getting into a physical conflict...no, you weren't even this short-tempered before you left for Rome.' I wailed.
`You have changed so much...' I was so petrified that I couldn't even stand up. I knelt on the floor, and tried to get hold of something that I could help myself to get up.
`Rome...heh...'
`Was your experience in Rome really bad?'
`Nothing.'
`You can tell me about it, remember that I'm always willing to help you go through hard times.'
`Thanks.'
I figured out something wasn't correct. It seemed like Tomaso was talking to himself rather than having a conversation with me. I tried to get him to talk to me again.
`Did something happen to you in 1690, you didn't come back to Venice as promised.'
`1690...Bologna...'
`What are you talking about? Weren't you at Rome by then?'
`What happened in 1690?'
`What? You forgot what happened in 1690? How could you?!' I questioned him. How could he forget about his violin teacher's death just like this?
`1690, no, I shouldn't remember anything from 1690. Don't remind me of 1690, please...' He turned towards me, and frowned.
`No wonder you broke your promise...You've forgotten...' I sat back, and gazed up at this figure that seemed like a mystery infront of me. `You've forgotten about signor Legrenzi and me after you have met Corelli, everything about our childhood, you traitor!'
`Traitor?' He raised an eyebrow.
`You betrayed our childhood promises, and my affections for you, and everyone in Venice. You're a total traitor!'
`Traitor, yes I guess I am a traitor then.' He smirked.
I must have enraged him, because he turned back again and said coldly,
`Signor Vivaldi, please leave me alone at this moment.'
`What?'
`I said you may leave me alone.' He was threatening me. I was stunned. How could my childhood friend speak to me like this, and even if he doesn't care about our friendship before he left for Rome at least he should behave nicely to me...His memory wouldn't have been recovered if I didn't take care of him...
`Signor, please leave this wretched room. I, myself a dilettante is unworthy to speak to you, a great music prodigy of Venice, and don't wish to see you right now.' He was getting back at me with those words.
`Fine! And I shall never want to see you, Tomaso Albinoni, ever again either!' I glared at this figure infront of me and pointed at him.
Slowly, I managed to stand up, and stepped out of his room. Before closing the door behind me, I looked back at him again, who turned his back towards me. I closed the door behind me, and soon had to prop myself by the wall. I could not control my emotions, and started weeping. I have no idea what had happened to him, and why he seemed so cold-blooded. If his personality remained like this then I would rather him loosing his memory again, at least he would smile and behave nicely at people, just like how he was a few years ago. I took out the sachet, examined it and sobbed for the fate of the pair of mandarin ducks, their destinies and tragic endings. The sachet reminded me of Niobe, the queen who was turned into stone for her arrogance, and the tragedy Steffani had composed about her. The tune of t'abbraccio mia diva suddenly appeared in my head and I had imagined our star-crossed fate. My imaginations were disturbed when I heard Tomaso sing his cantata: Amor, Sorte, Destino.
`Rendetemi il mio ben o pur la morte.'
`Mia vita è il tuo lume.'
`Il mio afflito amante core né goder può un dì seren.'
`Mia gioia è il tuo ardor.'
These words were stuck to my head, and before I could clear my mind from all that nonsense, I felt dizzy, and breathing became difficult for me. I tried to keep myself balanced, but I still fell to the ground and fainted...
`M'è più caro, o Dio bambino
Della vita star vicino
Al mio dolce amato ben~
Se da lui lontan sen more
Il mio afflitto amante core
Né goder può un dì seren~'
I got woken up by the singing, and found out that I was lying on the bed with my nightgown on in my own room. Someone must have come in and changed the quilt to a thicker one, as I wasn't feeling cold like before. I looked around my room, and there was no one. I got up, still feeling a little dizzy (and cold because there was no stove), and went to my desk to pour out some water when I notied something familiar being kept on my desk. It was a hand warmer, except it was in the shape of a pumpkin and it was made out of copper. Just like the one Tomaso had held on the day of Zenobia's premiere, this one also had mandarin ducks. Its slipcover was identical to that one, and the mandarin ducks were matching. It was quite warm, and underneath the stove there was a note:
`I've got some people to change your quilt to a thicker one, considering that the cold weather will make you feel worse. This accommodation never have stoves or fire places in bedrooms, so I've given you a handwarmer. If you're out of charcoal just tell me. Have lots of water to stay hydrated as well, incase your throat hurts due to the dry climate. Also, stop sobbing so much, you make me depressed as well. And don't ask me how you got back to your room, you're too heavy go loose some weight. I'm still having sore arms.'
I chuckled at the last sentence. After reading the entire note I sat on my bed, thinking about what has happened today. At least now I know that he still cares about me, but why doesn't he just come and...no, he said he doesn't want to see me...and this time it was because I enraged him. Could I possibly...no, I'm not going to visit him, never. But he's mad at what I've said...no! I'm never going to apologise to him, it's impossible for me to admit my mistake. But he must be so vexed...
All this nonsense made me feel dizzy again, and I lied back on my bed, weeping for the words I have said out of regret and Tomaso's reactions to them. I felt weak, and before falling into a deep slumber again I heard my door creak, and a figure with blonde hair, dressed in a red overcoat came over to cover me up with the quilt.
---我是分割线---
音乐科普回来了：
Amor Sorte Destino是阿尔比诺尼1702年出版的op4里面的康塔塔（有些争议，因为有记载说op4是sonata da chiesa）
关于教堂奏鸣曲还有一个小故事，就是阿尔比诺尼的出版商（不是作曲家本人啊喂！虽然说他的同行某红毛可能干得出这种事儿）为了赚更多的钱，就把一个穷困潦倒的法国作曲家的协奏曲放在了教堂奏鸣曲后面（那个排版一看就不是尼尼的作品，一点儿都不强迫症），凑成了12首曲子。但是最popular的还是前6首的教堂奏鸣曲，后六首当时听众就很少，现在有没有还是个问题
回归正题，Amor Sorte Destino是一首secular cantata（谈情说爱的那种），写的巨悲惨，而且甚至到后面这个conflict都没有resolve，男主还是失恋状态…
中间维维开始想鸳鸯的时候穿插的歌词是T'abbraccio mia diva和Amor destino sorte里面的（第一首是因为他们两个两次离别都是这首咏叹调，第二首是因为尼尼正在唱那首）
本来打算加Lascia la spina的，但是我总感觉这段不符合（因为lascia la spina给我一种失恋之后你走你的阳关道，我走我的独木桥这种互不干扰的模式，跟文中的虐情非常不符合）
啊对了，为什么维维说dilettante这个称号不好。因为Dilettante虽然是爱乐者的意思，但是17-18世纪这并不是一个好词儿，甚至可以算作是一个贬义词，所以维维想让对象换一个（哪壶不开提哪壶，看看你把对象惹生气了还吵架了吧）
为什么尼尼不想换称号，因为他觉得音乐才是人们喜欢的（你买的又不是那个称号，而是他的曲子），所以没必要在意这么多
不会写church music这个红毛真的不应该提，历史上阿尔比诺尼试着给教堂献音乐，然后被拒绝的很惨（他就再也没有写过religious music，好吧其实还写过两个清唱剧的，那加起来也就总共3个…跟他不完全统计的50和本人统计的81首歌剧能比么），红毛这里说你连宗教音乐都不会写基本上就是在diss他（虽然红毛本意可能是开玩笑，因为他们小时候经常干这种事）（然后就差点儿被揍了）
科普结束
聊一下剧情：
这一篇一开始就是要虐啊，可劲儿的虐（和剧透，因为下一篇马上要揭晓1690和Bologna是什么意思）
哎…尼尼你就不能解释一下原因么…看看你从罗马回来都变成啥样了…把基友吓得腿软站不起来也就算了，有你这样把人家赶出去的么…赶出去还把基友惹得那么伤心，到最后直接哭晕了…你说说你…真的你小时候的撩妹技巧呢？到了罗马之后丢了啊？你是怎么在见到维维的第一天就勾搭上人家的啊？你说说你怎么当的攻？你这是从罗马回来变成钢铁直男了么？！
还有你说说，想分手就决绝一点儿…把基友抱回房间还送什么手炉+换被子，还非得写个纸条让人家惦记着…你这欲擒故纵么？
手炉还非送鸳鸯的…你是对鸳鸯有多大的执念…
胳膊疼…你是公主抱回去的吧…
自愿把人家抱回房间还埋怨人家重…要不你下次抱一下巴赫/亨德尔？（手动滑稽）
对了在这里也吐槽一下维维…对象只是说暂时不想见，你就来一句我再也不想见到你朕与你死生不负相见，到最后还把自己哭晕了…哎…
最后还那么傲娇，你去道个歉、撒个娇尼尼敢不原谅你么…
啊对了解释一下为什么维维是被歌声吵醒的，文中的设定就是他俩住隔壁，而且这个临时住所隔音很差，所以旁边的人有什么动静都能听到…（这住所不仅隔音差…保暖也差…）
不过这里尼尼没有说维维是怎么换的睡衣，可能…维维…自己…梦游…换的？
哎…尼尼自己把基友赶出去之后应该也不开心吧…不然唱那么伤感的东西干啥（就你唱的那么伤心把你基友唱晕了）
本篇定情信物-鸭子香囊再次出现，这香囊还是维维天天贴身带着的（你俩感情那么好，怎么说崩就崩了呢…）香囊这个意向就表示他们俩小时候的友情啦～维维拿着香囊也是怀念他们的友谊
话说维维你啥时候送你对象一个定情信物，要不也来一个香囊，红色的，上面是老北京鸡肉卷…（亨德尔：啊又有可以吃的了，泰勒曼：别吃了！你再吃大晚上的床都被你震塌了！）
后面维维的内心独白大约是在纠结自己要不要去给尼尼道歉，因为自己说错话了导致尼尼生气+把他赶出去了，但是自己太傲娇（历史上死不认错的性格出来了😬）所以不想去。然后就各种各样的纠结…又把自己纠结哭了…（本期哭包维上线）
然后就因为太累了就躺床上睡着了…诶等等！为什么维维刚躺床上就有人给他盖被子？！偷窥狂么？！
哦对，我在写维维哭着看香囊的时候脑子里是嬛嬛小产之后在碎玉轩拿着自己给孩子做的…是肚兜还是啥来着？诶不管了反正是那场戏…（我怎么脑子里天天是甄嬛传…）
然后维维扶着墙试图保持平衡的那个scene我脑子里全是眉庄走了之后甄嬛扶着…呃…是永寿宫还是碎玉轩的门框泪崩的那场戏…维维女主实锤…
Edit:
这一篇完了之后就要到过度了（这俩人马上也要在一起了YAY！），在经历了写完两篇虐文之后我自己都快抑郁了
上一篇我真心认为写的比较郁闷，首先因为尼尼的性格彻底变了（少年红毛：呜呜呜你把我的小斯阳光大男孩还给我），第二就是我自认为尼尼的母亲推动剧情推动的太快了（而且很不合理，她跟整个一家子比起来都不是很理智），第三就是为什么维维和尼尼刚私会成功这俩夫妻就从博洛尼亚回来了啊啊啊啊啊！
私会是我写的最压抑的地方，本来布景就很昏暗（就一根蜡烛照着尼尼的脸和琴键），加上夜莺和乌鸦的意向之后我更抑郁了…（忘了上一篇说没说，在这里再说一遍）夜莺象征着他们俩的友（ai）情，但是夜莺在冬天出现就很不合时宜（夜莺是候鸟，冬天都要飞到非洲去保暖，飞不过去就挂掉），跟他们的友情一样，是不会被旁人接受的（冬天的夜莺也被乌鸦踹走了…）。这里的乌鸦象征着一切阻止他们见面的因素（比如红毛的婆婆）…
上一篇还有一个很诡异的地方就是为什么尼尼在其他时候（不管是单独还是有别人在场）都没有跟红毛笑，为什么到了最后才笑了…可能是觉得自己以后再也见不到红毛了所以最后一次就笑一下给他留一个好印象
最郁闷的一点就是…他们12年没有见面诶！！！12年！这堪比隔壁的王宝钏…
12年没见面，见了面之后除了维维过了几天好日子以外其他的时候还是虐…
按理说如果是外在因素导致一堆CP很虐（比如上一篇的罗密欧与朱丽叶）我顶多就是意难平而已…但是上一篇我感觉比这一篇（本篇还是误会！CP内部的误会最虐了好么！）要虐很多…
算了再不让他俩和好估计我马上就要被寄刀片了…那再剧透一下，下一篇过度，下下篇解密，再下下篇和好.如果篇幅够的话，不然我就一直往后推）…
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