女主篇X3 2.0
因为我本人觉得1.0的科普写的有点儿差…所以润色了一些地方…
不过我还是写的很郁闷…
`What happened after the dilettante dude got beaten up?'
`More tragedies.'
`I kind of feel sorry for him.'
`You definitely should, eventhough you will never admit it.' I thought. I couldn't control my chuckling as it just seemed funny that we're critiquing our past selves.
`I shall try to make the story as short as possible, so you can go to bed earlier and get more sleep as well.'
`Aww you're so considerate.' Tomaso grinned. I sat beside his pillow and started playing with his hair. It seemed like he was enjoying the process of braiding.
The next morning I woke up at sunrise, and I was surprised to see Tomaso standing infront of his mirror, dressing himself up. He wearing a white shirt with a cravat that had gold linings, a pair of beige breeches, red slippers and was buttoning up his caramel waistcoat (that waistcoat looked really delicious because of its silky texture). His hair was not tied up, but smoothly combed behind his head.
He noticed that I was gazing at him, and told me to dress up in the bathroom.
`I'm sleepy, I don't want to get up yet.'
`You've slept throughout the entire 3rd act of my opera yesterday, now get up and stop living like a pig.' He sounded really cold, and even more frightening with his poker face.
`Someone's not in a good mood now.' I mumbled. Then I noticed that he rolled his eyes at me! HE ROLLED HIS EYES AT ME! I picked up my clothes and stomped my way into the bathroom, banging the door shut behind me. I was about to take off my night gown when he knocked on the door,
`I have some extra clothes in my drawer, you can throw yours in the laundry-'
`I like my own clothes better, signor Albinoni.'
There was silence, and I heard him walking away from the bathroom door really slowly. After I had calmed down I realised that I was being really impolite by interrupting his sentence, so I got dressed quickly and sprang out of the bathroom. Then I saw him sitting by his desk, with his back turned towards me, combing his hair in a delicate manner.
`Tomaso, did I vex you?'
`Toni, did I vex you?' We asked each other at the same time. We gazed at each other in embarrassment, and after keeping our silence for a long time, I began.
`Sorry I was being impolite with you, I should have let you finished your sentence...'
`No I shouldn't have forced you out of bed this early today...it's my fault.' He shook his head and looked upwards at me.
`No it's not...' I glanced at him, and only have I realised that his face was pale (except for the purple bruising on his left cheek), and he was still crouching on his chair.
`I really suggest that you go to a doctor, the injuries on your face don't seem to be as serious as the one on your stomach to me.'
`I don't think so, maybe the pretzels weren't of good quality yesterday and that's why I'm experiencing a stomach ache.'
`Huh? My instincts tell me that you should get a doctor to come and have a look. If you've been having a stomach ache for such a long time and your shirt doesn't have any blood patches on there I think there's severe damage.'
`I'll be fine.' He brushed through my hair and smiled at me. I felt my eyes were glowing when he smiled (it's so warming, why don't you smile anymore...), and he must have noticed it, because he returned to his forever-existing-poker-face again...
`Also why don't you just wear a banyan outside your night gown if you're not feeling well, I don't think wearing formal attire does make you feel good.'
`I'm going downstairs for breakfast with my parents, it has become a habit for me to dress formally at the dining table, I'm afraid I can't be not properly dressed when I go for my meals.'
`Hmm alright then...'
`Oh yeah you mind helping me with something?'
`Of course I mind.' I joked.
`There is a box of powder on the shelf below the mirror in the bathroom, and a ribbon beside it as well, you mind getting them for me?' He faced me this time, and tilted his head, still not smiling though.
`Sure.'
I returned with the box of powder. Then, to my surprise he was applying all that arsenic or lead based product to his face (well only his left cheek)! I tried stopping him but failed to.
`It's sad that I don't have any rouge, else I would have made my cheeks look more rosy as well.'
`You don't need to be so unconfident about your looks, you are so handsome by nature stop-'
`I'm trying to not let mother notice, in case she brags about how childish it would be to stumble over rocks on a road. Moreover she will be depressed if she sees me like this.'
`Alright then...' I had to agree with him, `but doesn't sir already know, you can't fake it infront of him...'
`Ugh...I guess he'll understand.' He was about to tie his hair up with the ribbon I gave him, until he stopped mid-way.
`Toni?'
`Yes?'
`Do you mind helping me plait my hair? I want to have a lovelock today.'
`I thought you knew how to plait it yourself, but sure.' I was confused with his request, because I was the one who asked him to teach me how to plait and braid hairs, and he was the one who taught me how to plait my own hair. But I have always found it too time-consuming so I never plaited my hair, usually I would ask him to do it for me, well before he went to Rome that is.
I managed to start a simple plait with his hair, but because I have never plaited in my entire life, I reversed the order and braided them instead. It took me a good half an hour to finish the lovelock because first, his hair was too long and second, I wasn't familiar with the process and did my best to make the braid look neat. As soon as I finished, Tomaso said that we'll go downstairs for breakfast.
`You don't even want to check whether I've done it properly or not?'
`I trust you.' He replied, then held my hand and strolled downstairs.
`Oh my you've come late today, it's almost 8:30.' A woman spoke this time, she sounded really posh and her gestures were really elegant. `I believe this must be Antonio?'
`Yes mother.'
`Alright, both of you take a seat.'
`Mother?'
`What's the matter darling?'
`Toni isn't 18 yet, I'll have breakfast with him in the kitchen.'
`No no no, we'll all have breakfast together at the dining table.' His father spoke this time, and pulled Tomaso towards his chair, patting his shoulder after he has taken his seat. I thought that it must have been painful, and I looked at Tomaso with worried eyes. He then winked at me to hint that he was alright.
I sat next to him, leaving the offer to sit on the righthand side of the master's chair, because I was still a child and didn't think that I deserved to sit there. Moreover I wanted to be closer to Tomaso so that I could be sure about his health.
While waiting for the dishes to be served I started examining the family. I would have to say that Tomaso has inherited almost all of his features from his mother, except for his height and hair colour. His mother, too had arched eyebrows, hazel eyes and rouge lips, and was quite slim. She wasn't tall though, and she had brown curly hair instead.
The family was very hospitable, and I would have to say the couple did most of the talking with me, and even though they tried to get Tomaso involved with our conversation, he would just sit on his chair and eat his food quietly.
I had enjoyed my moment of time with the family when a drastic change occured. We were talking about famous violinists in Venice around 1660 when Tomaso suddenly coughed up blood. I quickly got out a handkerchief to wipe his lips when his father ordered that the doctor should come at once. His mother almost fainted at this scene and I was petrified, because I knew that my father had caused this...
The doctor arrived shortly, and after some dagnosis, told us that Tomaso was experiencing internal bleeding, which may be caused by physical traumas. The doctor told us that he must stay in bed until he looked fine and healthy.
`But doesn't he look quite healthy right now?'
`My lady, he might be covering his face up with powder, isn't it a trendy thing to do amongst young men these days?'
`Well, I would already be shocked if he wore a wig and changed his plain black heels to red ones.' Even though she said this, the lady still wiped his face with a wet towel. I looked anxiously at Tomaso, who was trying to dodge the towel but got held down by his father.
`What have you done to your face?'
`I-'
`Signora, I'm really sorry for what happened yesterday.' I started, and continued telling her about what happened outside the theatre yesterday, despite the fact that Tomaso tried to signal me to shut up.
`So your father has caused all of this?'
`Yes.' I am pretty sure that I wasn't audible, because she asked the same question again, to which I replied.
`That's enough, we're going to court together.' She raised her hand and tried to slap me, except Tomaso pulled me into his arms and protected me from her attacks.
`Leave the boy alone, look at the state you are in right now!' She ordered. The man was trying to stop her, but in vain.
`Mother, you shouldn't be blaming someone else's fault on innocent people.'
`I don't care, his father has severely injured you and he has to pay for it.'
`No, leave him and his family alone, anyone would have done it if they've mistaken me for a kidnapper.'
`Excuse me?'
`Mother, please, just leave him alone, and please don't go to court with him, else...else I'll never stay in bed for even one moment.' He clung on to me even tighter, and his voice sounded threatening.
`Fine, but you shall never meet again. He will never come to our house and you, my darling shall never visit his family. I never knew making friends with a musician would bring us so much trouble.'
`Alright, Lucrezia, we still have to prepare for the trip to Bologna later in the day. Get the lad out immediately, butler, and make sure he doesn't even take a step through the front gate of my house.' He later winked at the butler.
I left their place, and went home. I had told father of how I escaped the house to watch the opera and got yelled at. If it wasn't for mother who was pleading for his mercy I'm pretty sure he would have whipped me to death. At that moment I didn't care whether I would have been punished or not, but I made up my mind: I was going to sneak out of my house again that night to visit Tomaso.
The same night.
I've managed to sneak in the Albinoni's house through their backdoor, because there were no attendants there. I had figured out Signor Albinoni's wink towards his butler, and knew that I could sneak in through the backdoor. There was a ladder leaning on the wall towards a window. From my observations it looked like Tomaso's room, but I wasn't quite sure. Well, even if it wasn't the old couple were on their way to Bologna, and it wouldn't be such a big deal if I had entered the wrong room. I climbed upwards, and when I reached the ceiling of the ground floor, I heard someone playing a harpsichord and a faint sound of singing. I immediately picked up that sound and knew it was Tomaso, he voice hasn't changed in 6 years, still so sweet and pure. I found his room by following that sound, and found the singer/player. Tomaso was sitting by the harpsichord, playing the same duet he had sang 6 years ago with signor Legrenzi, except for he is now singing the countertenor part. I gazed at him, he was wearing a snow-white night gown, and a brown brocade banyan draped about his shoulders. His hair flowed down like a cascade of blonde (muddy?) waters, except for it was very messy (he must have not combed it). Thanks the candle placed on the harpsichord I caught a glimpse of his face. He was still pale, and he just looked down at the harpsichord keys, as if he had lost his soul. He looked up at his window, and saw me. After figuring out who I was, it seemed like his soul returned to him as he was literally glowing. He quickly got up, and stumbled to open the window and let me in.
`Oh my lord, he's fallen asleep.' I looked down at Tomaso, who was lying comfortably on his bed with his eyes closed. I touched his forehead and decided that it would be nice if I had finished it, even though he wouldn't have heard anything. So I began again.
I jumped into his room and hugged Tomaso, who was by then in tears. I wiped his face and, surprisingly, he had finally smiled.
`I'm sorry that I couldn't sing the soprano part alongside.'
`It's fine, I'm happy that I got to see you again.'
`Me too.'
We just stared at each other and cried after that.
`How did you manage to come in?'
`There was no one at the backdoor, and coincidentally there was a ladder leaning on the wall leading to, wait a second this isn't your room.'
`It isn't. It's a room which I use to keep all sorts of musical instruments. Here I have a triple manual harpsichord with a lute stop. Beside it is a chamber organ, I can't be bothered playing it at the moment though.' Tomaso held the candle towards a wooden structure that had pipes on there. I supported him incase he lost his balance and lit the entire room up.
`Now, down here are the woodwind instruments. I have several recorders, flutes and one copy this weird thing.'
He held up a pipe shaped thing.
`Looks like an hautbois.'
`Hautbois? What's that?' He tilted his head to one side, smiling at me.
`Something similar to the shawm. You might not know what it is.'
`Ohh I do know about the shawm. But this is a little different.'
`Hmm.'
`And here is what we're familiar with.' We walked to our left. I only saw a pile of violin cases, all of them had labels-they were all either Amati or Stradivarius violins. But then I saw a case which looked quite odd in the pile of violin cases. Tomaso must have noticed that I was trying to figure out what that was, so he smiled at me and picked the case up.
`I heard that you're also a talented viola d'amore player?'
`Yup.'
`I would love to hear, if I had the chance.' He glanced at the case, and I started to unpack it.
There lies a 14 string viola d'amore in the case, and I plucked both the gut and sympathetic strings, and I was surprised to find them all tuned in D major. Later I clipped the frog on, and started playing Biber's Battalia a 10. Tomaso got to the harpsichord and started accompanying me, just like the first time we have met. We have only gone up to the 4th movement, Der Mars when the butler stormed in and informed that the couple had cancelled their tour to Bologna and will be back any moment. I quickly place the viola back in its case, and took of the frog from the bow while Tomaso stared at the butler in confusion.
`Signor, the ladder which you came upstairs with should be still there. Please leave as soon as possible incase master finds you here. Then both of you will be in big trouble.' The butler opened the window, and checked to see that the ladder was still leaning by the wall.
`Tomaso, I guess I'll have to leave.'
`Yeah...' He nodded, but he was holding on to my hands. I jerked them out and fled for the window. Just before I was going to climb down the ladder I heard a melodic tune coming from the trees.
`It's a nightingale, a dying nightingale. They're not supposed to be in Venice during wintertimes, maybe this one is stubborn about not finding a warmer place to keep its life.' Tomaso looked at the trees, with a wry smile. His butler tried pulling him out of the room, but he just stood there, reluctant to even turn around.
`The nightingale is like our relationship, it isn't supposed to be here. Either I leave or I die.' I whispered.
`Go now, I don't want you getting in to anymore trouble.' He placed his hand on my cheek and wiped off my tears. I grabbed on to it, and bid him farewell.
`Thanks, and forget-me-not.' He just stood there, looking at me. I noticed tears dripping off his chin, and was about to dry them when I heard a raven's croak. I looked up, and saw it edging the nightingale out of its nest.
The next thing I heard was crotal bells. The couple's carriage was getting closer and closer to us, and I had finally decided to leave.
I quickly climbed down the ladder, and after hopping out of their back garden, I looked back, and by the window there stood no one. Perhaps he went back to his room, pretending to be asleep.
From that time on we neither met, nor wrote letters to each other, for 12 years... I thought our relationship was supposed to end there, until...
`Until you met me again over here in Florence?'
`Yeah.' I answered. But then I realised something wasn't correct, `shouldn't you be asleep?'
I turned around, and I saw Tomaso looking back at me with that warming smile.
`Did I wake you up?' I asked, running my fingers down his hair.
`Nope, and I've told you one million times already after we've come to Florence to leave my hair alone.'
`You've recovered from the memory loss, my goodness you know who I am now!' I embraced Tomaso firmly, only letting go of him after he had told me that I was chocking him.
`Sorry I'm overwhelmed by this good news.'
`I can see that, from all your grinning, your expressions would be really comic if someone captured them.'
`But you're grinning as well, you would definitely look comic if you have worn your wig and grinned like this.'
`Come on, I'm grinning because you're happy~'
---我是分割线---
音乐科普：
Hautbois就是oboe，也就是双簧管…
当时的意大利还没有双簧管这种东西，这玩意儿是在德国比较常见的（其实我就是想说尼尼很富有）
还有就是为了1715年（文不会涉及到那个时段）阿尔比诺尼开始为双簧管作曲当铺垫
顺便问一下，我看到有些文献说尼尼自学双簧管…这是真的么…他是怎么做到没有放弃的…（来自吹双簧管吹了3个月连A都吹不好的琴渣的怨念）
Shawm是英国的reed instrument，也是双簧管的直系祖宗（这么说有些奇怪）
Amati在16世纪初期发明了第一把小提琴，他孙子有两个有名的学生，一个是Guaneri，一个是Stradivari
这俩人的小提琴可以说是当时soloists梦寐以求能得到的东西（尼尼竟然有好几把，真的富有…）
其实我觉得这些琴再配上Stainer可以给维瓦尔第下聘礼（手动狗头）
Viola d'amore就是柔音中提琴（直译为爱之中提琴），这玩意有14根弦，以一个和弦调音（跟提琴家族的五度不一样）
再说一下维维也会拉柔音中提琴呀～
Battalia a 10是Biber（不是Bieber）为solo violin写的曲子，里面有很多超前的技巧，比如左手拨弦、spiccato、col legno等
Der Mars这个乐章里大提琴（basso continuo）为了模仿战鼓的声音要拿一张纸夹在琴弦中间，B站上有一个视频里面有详情（把Biber脸扔掉那块儿我笑死了）
这个乐章的melody极为动听，就是basso continuo很无聊…全程一个音符从头拉到尾…
餐桌座位的科普：
在西方人家里，餐桌的头是男主人坐的地方，女主人坐在他对面（背着门），家里如果有客人的话，最尊贵的客人坐在男主人的右手边，依次排列
小孩子一般都在后厨吃饭，不会上餐桌。我一开始觉得西方人的dinner可能不会带小孩儿，直到我在新西兰看heritage cites的时候讲解员跟我说有可能会把自家孩子带到主人家来玩儿（但是她也没回答我客人的孩子在哪儿吃饭的问题，可能也是在厨房吧）
本篇中尼尼说红毛还没到18岁，不能在餐桌上吃饭就是跟这些礼仪有关（不过自己要跟着去kitchen可能只是想跟媳妇儿过二人时光而已）
震惊！老安东尼奥竟然让一个16岁的孩子坐在自己右手边！这究竟是…（闭嘴），这里红毛也很懂礼貌，自愿坐在尼尼的左手边（尼尼本来就是坐在老安东尼奥左手的）
发行科普：
Lovelock这个名字听着很拉风，说白了就是麻花辫再在辫子上用丝带系一个蝴蝶结…
对了这玩意儿也是16世纪末期的产物，而且17世纪中期已经没什么人梳了…所以…尼尼你是有多喜欢16世纪的东西…
对了17世纪男生化妆也是一件正常的事…
科普结束
接着聊剧情：
这篇的开头是真的…哎…他竟然冲我翻白眼
看我在开头是不是把编辫子的事情圆回来了！夸我！
赶紧对尼尼的母亲的外貌做笔记！后面会考！
我要吐槽一句我自己写的剧情，为什么尼尼的母亲一开始对红毛那么好，然后知道尼尼内出血的原因之后就要打官司…还不让尼尼跟红毛玩儿…前后差异实在太大（也可以理解成她过于保护儿子）
还有，我们也通过她跟医生的对话了解到了尼尼真的跟不上fashion（嘻嘻）
但是本篇老安东尼奥和管家是真的助攻！要不是博洛尼亚的trip没去成的话我估计尼尼都跟维维私奔了…比私会还严重…
后面的剧情尼尼终于冲红毛笑了…终于…可能他觉得这是最后一次见到媳妇儿所以想留一个好的印象吧…
夜莺的意象在虐篇no 2（这是no 1）里面已经解释过了，可以去那里围观～
后来他们12年没见面诶！12年！悲惨程度堪比隔壁王宝钏…（不，至少他们没有渣过对方）
最后尼尼的记忆就恢复啦！（恢复了红毛的好日子也到头了，虐文相信各位也看过了）然后是互相吐槽对方的笑容有多像表情包
这篇看完就一个感受：尼尼真的喜欢穿棕色系衣服&维维怎么跟个猫一样…一天睡16个小时么…（bushi）
对了我六一就要开学啦！我尽量在开学前把大结局写完，只不过更新速度可能会放慢…gomenasai...
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