过度篇来了（Biffi视角+揭秘）
写完了发现维维真的是从小就喜欢睡觉
在哪儿都能睡着…
2 months later, after Tomaso had finished those sonatas, we returned to Venice. We were travelling back home on a boat, sitting next to each other. I would gaze at him and try to start a conversation, even though he would just look into the far distance on his right, avoid having eye-contact with me on purpose. He was wearing the low-collared justacorps (the same one that I liked) along with a brown waistcoat and breeches, silk stockings and the same pair of black high-heels. Still wigless, his hair was plaited into a lovelock. I touched his hair, and to my surprise, he didn't say anything about it, he even sat closer to me so it would be convenient.
The sunlight was being reflected by the waves of the canal, which still had little pieces of ice on it, despite the time being late February. A light breeze carried the fragrance of forget-me-nots from the sachet to me. I felt relaxed, after all the drastic events and wished to doze off for a bit. I leaned towards the figure on my right side, and closed my eyes. Before falling asleep, I felt someone holding my hand, and mumbling about how cold it was.
`I've reached my house.'
`Huh?' I woke up, and noticed that the boat has halted infront of a mansion, more colossal than his place where his parents lived.
`Do you mind passing my violin over?'
`Sure.' I passed Tomaso the violin, and realised that I had a cloak on me. It was the same black one he had worn to the premiere of Zenobia (and, it still drapes on the floor even though I'm 28...). I was about to unbutton the cloak, when he said (still with his back turned to me):
`Keep it on, you expect to keep warm with only a habit?'
`But it's yours, and you don't have that velvet justacorps and hand warmer with you now.'
`Just keep it, also isn't your birthday coming soon? It's a Bday gift.'
`Aww thank you!'
`Hmm.'
Time passed until mid-summer, after the violin competition we had. We haven't talked in months, as I thought Tomaso has become awkward and oversensitive to certain things. I think both of us wanted to leave each other alone for a while, so we didn't communicate until we met at the violin competition. I tried to remind him of his childhood times by critiquing his playing (even though it was too perfect), and he threw that frog at me! He would always accept feedback before he went to Rome, and now he just pounces back at them. I thought he must have forgotten about his Venetian musician friends after he had learned music with signor Corelli, until I heard him mumble to himself about his playing, and allowed me to stay in his bedroom, free of charge! Oh lord that indeed saves money for me.
I was jotting down some inspiration I had by my desk one day when I heard Tomaso's conversation with Antonino Biffi, his best friend.
`Why don't you just tell Antonio about everything?'
`I don't know how to, and what happens if he mocks at me like those people did in Rome?'
`He's not like that, and you know it.'
`Ohh but humans, how do you believe in them?'
`Come on, you're overthinking everything.'
`I am?'
`I would have to say, yes.'
`Even so I don't dare to speak to him...'
`Why?'
`He must hate me for all those things I've done...'
`No I don't.' I opened the door and spoke to the two men. Both of them backed up by one feet, especially Antonino, who looked at us two curiously.
`Antonio, you're staying in Tomaso's bedroom?'
`Umm...maybe?'
`Interesting...' Antonino looked at us two curiously, I looked at Tomaso, who turned his head away (I saw you blush!).
`Alright, I'll come back and talk to you in a sec, need to talk to Tomaso about something urgent.'
`Sure.'
I closed the door behind me, but I was curious about their conversation, so I decided to eavesdrop.
`See he knows what things I've done.'
`I'm pretty sure he doesn't know.'
`He called me a traitor when he asked me about 1690.'
`No one knows about the hard times you have been through when you were in Rome and that short stay at Bologna, causing you to ulter your way of dealing with other people.'
`But all those things I've said to him in Florence, didn't that upset him...'
`From what I know, it must have made both of you to feel sad. If now you know that you've hurt his heart, why don't you just communicate about this issue and apologise to him about it?'
`I'm afraid he will mock at me...'
`No he wouldn't, there are nasty people on the world, like that proprietor of that inn you stayed at and other people you've met at uni. But there are good people on the world, like that stable boy, right?'
There was silence.
`Go talk to him, and open your heart to him. You'll find out that he's a really nice person.'
`I'll try...'
`Yeah, have a try. Make an opinion about Antonio after you've accepted him, and be nice, because I think you've scared him by not smiling and scorning him.'
`What do I do now...'
`Talk to him about stuff, and don't think of him as one of those nasty people in Rome. Lastly, open your heart to him. I'm pretty sure he likes you as well.'
`Alright...'
`Meanwhile, if you find it too weird to talk about that time in Rome I'll speak to him about it.'
`Yeah, I don't want to be reminded of that time period. It's just...'
`Alright I know you don't want to talk about that, I'll speak to him about it, okay? Aww it's alright, you want a hug?'
I quickly got back to my desk, and pretended that I was still jotting down inspiration. Antonino knocked on the door and came in to chat with me.
`I believe you've heard everything?'
`Umm...'
`Stop trying to hide your how excited you are, I can see that you've been waiting for me to come.' Antonino smiled at me, and sat on the couch beside Tomaso's bed.
`I do want to know about what happened, and why he is acting this way?' I sat next to him, sipping a cup of hot chocolate that I haven't finished in the morning.
`I shall begin, then.'
Tomaso arrived Rome in January of 1689. He seemed to be all fine, because of his bright personality he made a lot of friends and also got used to Rome pretty quickly. He stayed over with me in a 3 storey house that was close to La Sapienza. He settled in quickly, and also excelled at academics. However, even though he was polite with everyone there were still people who disliked him, and some even mocked and insulted him, because he looks like a nice person to bully. When this had first begun he used to ask me whether he wasn't being nice with people, or did he insult them by mistake. I told him that there are people on earth who are just idiots and he shouldn't be bothered by them, as these are just trivial matters. I didn't know what these people had done to him, until one day I witnessed it myself.
It was a Sunday, and after mass we decided to take a detour around the city centre and just chill out from all that work we did during the week. We were strolling around the Colosseum when some of those university students came up, and `greeted' him.
`Oh look, there someone who still wears a lovelock.' A tall young man said.
`Are you born in the 1500 or something? You must be a grandpa by now ha!' A man with a massive wig said.
`Do you even know about fashion tastes? Or are you just a nerd who only studies everyday? Gees your day must be boring.' This time it was a man dressed in expensive robes and full of makeup on his face.
`Maybe he has an affair with one of the professor's daughter, and they give him those good grades.' The tall man replied.
`I'd rather you all shut up right now, I can't believe students of La Sapienza can even say these things about their pals!' I said, trying to shut them up.
`Ahhh!'
I looked at Tomaso, who just screamed. Then I saw a little man behind him, pulling his hair.
`Lovelocks, I see this as a pig's tail ha!'
`You are a pig!' I got back at the little man.
`Ohh look at his shoes! High-heels which are completely black? Have you even heard of French fashion before?' The tall man said, and after that pushing Tomaso backwards by the shoulder. If it wasn't for me who held him in place he would have banged his head on the Colosseum walls.
`Listen, you should all respect each other and stop insulting him.' I ordered.
`Who is this? Have you even been to a university before?' The tall man answered me.
`We can do anything we like, and you can't stop us HA!' Someone added.
`I think I can though.' Everyone turned around to look in the direction of the speaker. He was also a young man, possibly in his 30s. To my surprise that little gang of students saw him, and fled like mice trying to escape from cats.
`Albinoni.'
`Oui monsieur?'
`Why have you gotten yourself in this again?'
`Je ne sais pas, monsieur...'
`Look, before you come on campus tomorrow just stop by my house. We'll go together, and they won't dare to bully you anymore.'
`Grazie...ma non...'
`No, it's your professor's order, and you follow that order.'
`Sì.'
`Alright, if I haven't come out to take a stroll today I'm pretty sure they will cut your hair...'
Tomaso didn't speak, but looked down at the ground. I patted his back to comfort him, and we returned home.
`Who's the young man that saved you from being forced to cut your hair?' I asked him during dinner.
`My professor, he's a nice guy.'
`Good.' I had finished my appetizer and asked for the housekeeper to serve the lasagne when I realised Tomaso hasn't even moved his fork yet.
`The garlic bread tastes nice, and the chowder, try it!'
`Later.' He just stared at his food.
`Not having an appetite now?'
He nodded.
`Are you still upset at what happened this morning?'
`Nope...' I knew he was still thinking about it.
`Come on, you're still thinking about it, I know that.'
`I don't get it...I've never insulted them before, why are they always after me.'
`There's a thing in the world called jealousy. Sometimes people hate others not because of their personality, but because they're better.'
`That's...strange.'
`It is, and that's how some people are like. They treat you badly because they have formed a biased opinion on you, not because of how you have treated them.'
`But why must they do it to me? I'm not the best one in uni, there are people better than me...'
`Because you're a kind person, and they assume that you will never fight back when they pick on you. I don't know about the rest but I have to say, don't let them bother you too much. Like, seriously you should eat.'
`I don't have an...'
`I don't care, force feeding you all of this right now.' I scooped up a spoonful of chowder and passed it to him. After hesitating for a long time, he had finally decided to eat.
`Now, don't let them bother you, and be confident about yourself, okay?'
`Okay.'
`Good boy, also signor Corelli would like to meet you sometime, he said whenever you're free.'
`I guess after the term ends, then. Uni life wasn't as nice as I have thought.'
`That's why you need to learn to relax. Are you writing a letter to Antonio today?'
`Yeah, you want me to say hi for you?'
`Definitely.'
`Sure.'
---我是分割线---
音乐科普就一点：
Antonino Biffi（1666-1733？记不太清了因为没啥关于他的资料）在历史上是阿尔比诺尼在北意唯一的音乐家朋友（尼尼的婚礼就是他当证人的UWU）。这位现在估计都没几个人知道的音乐家其实艺术造诣还挺高的（他26岁的时候在San Marco申请当contralto，一个星期之后就提升为了maestro di capella），跟Legrenzi学习过（跟尼尼一样，也是传言，不知道是不是真的），而且也是一位假声男高音。关于Biffi和Albinoni很有趣的一点就是，Biffi的歌剧是公认的水平低下，但是他的宗教音乐却是可以封神的level，跟尼尼彻底相反
Biffi在文中的设定就是一个很皮的神父（兼尼尼在罗马的舍友）（历史上他也是神父），在解开男主心结的同时也不忘了调戏他（好闺蜜都这么做，嘿嘿嘿）
还有就是Biffi的视角跟男女主不一样，到后面会发现他几乎什么都知道，跟男女主被局限的视角有着很大的差距
为什么尼尼和他的教授在用不同的语言聊天？
一开始用法语是因为法语在当时显得classy，后面用意语是因为我法语忘了怎么说…尼尼发现教授跟他聊的都是一些家常的stuff，所以就用意大利语啦～
还有为什么教授管他叫Albinoni，而不是Tomaso，教授毕竟是教授，而且在国外很多比较严谨的长辈都会叫自己小辈的姓氏（我们学校当初是那样的，其他的地方…我就不清楚了）
科普结束
继续聊剧情：
基本上就是和好+回忆杀，开头的两个人虽然还是僵着，但是也比虐着好很多，对吧😬
尼尼真的有钱，这么贵的斗篷说送就送…啊不是…重点错了
这一篇到中间就跟男主篇的时间线接上了（我还能圆回来，phew）
插一句：维维你也长点儿心吧…你几个月前刚因为critiscise对象的签名就差点儿被揍…你这时候还说他拉琴拉得不好…你不等着被打么…
中间Biffi和尼尼的一大段对话基本上就是在表示尼尼还是爱着维维的（对话的关键是让维维知道，不然误会越来越大这俩必定BE），只不过因为在罗马的时候有心结+经历了很多不好的事情所以性格180°大转弯，加上他本人因为没有接受维维所以自己处于一种自卫状态（也就是说他很久没见到维维，见到了之后就当成陌生人，然后由于罗马的PTSD导致维维开一句玩笑他就防卫过当然后开始和对象吵架），比如：在女主篇2里面维维说了一句all unison他就问“你有意见么？”
前面的剧情就是做一个缓冲，让这俩人别上一篇还在虐这一篇就要甜了
后面就是Biffi的回忆（尼尼的校园欺凌史）
尼尼前期就是脾气太好了（也太软弱）…自己被欺负还问闺蜜是不是自己做错了什么…问题是有些人就是欺软怕硬诶…
在这里说一下，真实世界里应该很少有憨憨直接这么在街上骂人+揪头发的，这里为了方便showcase就让这些小东西们直接开怼了，日常生活中一般就是背地里或者隐晦的说一下，应该没有这么直接撕破脸皮的
尼尼在罗马遇到的这一波人叫做柠檬精，自己学习不好不想着提升天天想着酸别人+怎么找使别人难勘。这些人也是欺软怕硬，因为尼尼不止一次透露他的成绩不是最好的，但就是只整他一个人…
在这里我要说，远离柠檬精从我做起。我刚从国外回来的时候就在英语课上遇到了好几个柠檬精。自己不读课文然后直接考quiz，老师对题的时候发现我写错了他们就可劲儿的嘲讽，甚至还有上升到人身攻击的，直到他们发现我quiz全班第一才闭麦了…
还有就是我之前学的是会计+生物，在考试前我有一次在班上口误把肝说成了kidney，然后就被柠檬精拿来说事儿（这堆柠檬精还不是我班上的，甚至连生物都没学），说我AL生物能考U都是幸运的（关键是柠檬精这种人会追着这一点不放，天天说），直接把我说的转经济了，到最后成绩出来我发现我考了个B直接把成绩单糊他脸上了
我一开始遇到这些人还特别困惑，心想我也没得罪你咋就追着我不放，然后我才发现，柠檬精的脑回路不是我能理解的…
说多了说多了…总之尼尼在罗马的生活很艰苦…
不过尼尼还是很幸运的，至少还有闺蜜和教授护着，我就不一样了…（看向自己悲惨的past）
下一期继续虐尼尼（手动滑稽）
没啥安利可卖的…要不听一下维瓦尔第的康塔塔？随便哪首都行😬
这一篇照样文笔稀烂（下一篇更稀烂，可能我适合写虐文）
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