上一章的后半段
开头是维维的噩梦，建议两章一起读
这一篇是糖！真的（迫真）！
I was wandering off to nowhere in a foggy forest, when I saw a black dot infront of me. I managed to get closer and closer to the black dot, and it expanded, from a dot to a square, and from a square to a carriage. The carriage halted infront of me, and the door was flung open. Out came a person dressed in all black. The physique looked familiar, but I could not remember where I had seen it. The figure had a tricorn, a volto mask, a black cloak and black heels. I was tempted to take off this figure's mask, but I was scared. The figure, having noticed me, turned towards my direction and walked to me. The figure looked like it floated towards me rather than walked. I tried backing up but (out of fear) I was too stiff and fell to the ground. My left hand was out of control from me and I took off the figure's mask when it got close-it resembled someone I knew. No, it couldn't be Tomaso, because the figure had black hair draping off its shoulders. It smiled like the Cheshire cat towards me, and grabbed on to my wrist, lifting me from the ground. I was cold-sweating, and as the figure came vis-a-vis with me, I felt my heart beat faster and my breathing became more difficult. Then, it spoke:
`Would you rather stay in Christiandom or flee to Africa?'
This voice...so familiar as well...Lucrezia Fabris!
`I will stay.' I whispered. Then the grip became tighter and I thought my wrist was about to snap.
`Antonio, Antonio get up!' I heard Tomaso call, but I couldn't see him.
`Antonio...' The voice became faint, and disappeared.
`Stay?' The figure lifted her eyebrow, and pulled me even closer to her. I nodded to her question, and later, the fog around us disappeared, and I found out we were standing at a cliff.
`The nightingale shall die if he doesn't follow the trend.' She said, and pushed me off the cliff.
`Antonio!'
I woke up suddenly, at the sound of a thunderstorm. Tomaso was sitting by the bed gazing tenderly at me while placing a wet towel on my forehead.
`I called you several times during the last hour, you were screaming in your dream, also you were sweating by a lot and your body temperature was rising. I thought I needed to wake you up before something terrible happens.' He cuddled me and stroked my arm. I have just recovered from that nightmare, and lied back (fell) on his arms heavily, trying to clear my mind.
`What's the matter?' He looked at me worriedly.
I shook my head, trying to hold back my tears. I felt uneasy, as my head felt heavier than usual, and my eyes felt like they were going to burst any moment. I continued to shiver in his cuddle, and I felt dizzy.
`I'm going to get some more cold water for you, this bowl's turned a little warm.' Tomaso got up, and turned towards the door. I grabbed on to his banyan, but soon let go because I didn't have the energy to hold on anymore.
`Alright I'll stay with you.' He said, and sat by his bed.
`Tomaso?' I said weakly, and looked at him.
`Hmm?'
`Please don't leave me.' I was sobbing.
`I won't. I promise I won't.' He held on to my hand and rubbed my cheeks with a handkerchief.
`Why's your hand so cold?'
I shook my head.
He sighed.
`Sing me an aria?' I pleaded him.
`What would you like for me to sing?' He embraced me and gently stroke my back.
`Anything.' I closed my eyes out of fatigue.
`S'il mio penar
Se il sospirar
Bendato Amor, t'è grato~
Concedi almen
Che del mio ben
Non provi il cor ingrato~'
`No, sing me a nice one. This aria is sad.'
`The tune is a happy one.'
`But I never show an ungrateful heart, and I shall not allow you to sigh and shed tears.' It thundered again, and I shoved myself even closer to him.
`You figured it out.'
I nodded.
`Placido in letto ombroso
Là dove scorre il rio
Steso sul maego ombroso
De l'onda al mormorio,
Il canto accorderò~
Condur il gregge amato
Sola mia cura fia
Dalla capanna al prato
E in onta a sorte ria
Contento viverò
Contento goderò~'
I smiled at him, because this really made me feel content. But I felt even more dizzy and my breathing became more difficult as well, and I thought I was going to die that night.
`Tomaso, I...I would like to leave my last words...'
`What, you must be joking.'
`I might die tonight...'
`No you won't! It's just your body temperature rising! You won't die, trust me!' He clung on to me tighter.
`I wanted to say...I've never hated you for anything...and that we'll never forget each other...and...and...'
`And what? Speak, you idiot who called mandarin ducks birds!'
`I apologise for what I've said when we were in Florence, and I never saw you as a traitor or fraud...'
`I've worked so hard to become a virtuoso in the 12 years when we didn't get to meet, just incase I had the chance to play one of your sonatas, or if we could meet at a competition or something.' I started panting after I finished.
`I never knew what I've said to you at Florence has been so hurtful, and I plead for your forgiveness.'
`The last thing, is that, if I will go to purgatory tonight I wish for you to have fun, go pursue your dreams and enjoy life-'
`I would follow you, like what Othello did.' He whispered. I felt a teardrop on my cheeks, and raised my hand to dry his tears, but I was so exhausted I put my hand down again.
I had lost remembrance of what I've said to him later, because I might have turned insain that night. The only thing I knew was that I fell asleep again, and woke up several times, either because I was too cold or was having breathing difficulties. Each time I woke up though, Tomaso would see if I were alright, and tried to ask about how I was feeling, to which I never replied, because I thought I was about to die anyway.
The last time I woke up I had completely given up on trying to sleep. I sat up, and tried to place the wet towel on my forehead myself (Tomaso was asleep by the bed). But because I was so weak, I knocked off the bowl by mistake, breaking it and spilling that ice water all over my poor friend. I thought I might get beaten up again, but he just came over and asked how I was feeling.
`I don't feel like sleeping anymore.' I looked down at the quilt, and stroked my hair.
`It's 6am, you're sure?'
I nodded.
`Well, you do look a little better than last night.'
`What even happened last night...' I rested my head on my hands, trying to remember what had happened.
`Lovely things.' He smirked, and winked at me.
`You call having a nightmare lovely?' I tried to raise my fist to punch him, but he grabbed on to it and held it.
`Your hands are still pretty cold...'
`Ehh. At least I'm not feeling dizzy right now.'
`Do you know what you've said to me yesterday?' He was grinning by now...like a cheshire cat...which made me creeped out.
`What did I say...' I was a little scared, and tried to sit farther from him, except for he pulled me back...
`Ahh~'
`Did I hurt you really bad?' He stroke my wrist.
`I was only pretending.' I chuckled.
`You dishonest priest.' He left my hand alone and pinched my cheeks, `I heard you mumble something like `I would have married you if I were a girl', hmm. I think something like this.'
`No that's impossible!' I tried to get to the other side of the bed, but he grabbed me and brought me towards him...
`I was joking.' He smiled at me.
`You should get changed first.'
`Hmm.'
`What are you going to do now?' I asked Tomaso, who has dressed himself as how he was in that portrait.
`I guess you can watch me compose.'
`Compose? This early?'
`Yup. My opera Astarto and its intermezzi, Vespetta e Pimpinone will be premiered 2 months later. I have the chorus to work on and then I'm done.'
`Could I have a look at the intermezzi?'
`Sure.'
I looked at the entire piece, and said that the first aria looked really nice.
`I can sing it if you wish.'
`Will that be inconvenient?'
`Nope. It's not winter yet, I don't rely on marshmallows right now. Also I'll make you some ginger tea today, your voice sounds hoarse.'
`Thanks.' I smiled.
`My pleasure, madame.'
`What?'
`Monsieur, pardonez moi.'
Tomaso took the scores and sat by the harpsichord. He began to sing the first aria, written for the soprano: `Chi me vuol? Son cameriera.'
`Sì, sei una cameriera.'
`Antonio?'
`Yes?'
`It looks like I would have to start collecting rent after you recover.'
`I said I'll pay in love.'
`And I only accept cash.'
`Ahh come on...'
`And barter.'
`Barter?'
`You can make up for the rent by staying with me forever.'
`That's not barter, that's called slavery.' I chuckled, but coughed later.
`Oh no...' He patted my back, and gave me a cup of hot chocolate.
`Your throat must be dying now.'
`It has already been dead, since the first day I was born. I wish I had a good voice like yours.' I tilted my head and smiled at him.
`I'll go and get the honey for you. And mint as well.' Tomaso opened his door, but stepped backwards.
`See, I knew you two would stay together.' Antonino said playfully, `Oh look at the bride, lying in such an elegant posture on your bed, and the groom...ouch! Why did you hit me!'
`Why are you being so loud when someone's really sick?'
`Hmm...Looks like some one cares about his bride's health more than how I've showed up at your house ehh?'
`Antonino...' Tomaso looked at the ground with his cheeks rouge.
`I'm here because Tomaso said I'm the best violinist in Venice and can only stay in his bedroom, right?' I smiled confidently at the two of them.
`I'm just glad that you look healthier than yesterday.' Tomaso came to cuddle me.
`Well, I've just come to check up to see that both of you are alright, and it looks like you've resolved your misunderstandings between each other.'
`Of course we have.' I laid in Tomaso's arms, feeling sleepy again. Before I fell completely asleep I heard Antonino whisper `congratulations' to Tomaso and shut the door behind him.
This time I had a sweet dream, that Tomaso was able to play with me during our public performances, and we also sang duets, duets about romantic comedies...
---我是分割线---
音乐科普：
维维做噩梦惊醒的时候尼尼唱的是Amor, Sorte, Destino里面的最后一个咏叹调（也挺丧的…歌词就不多解释了反正是求着自己对象别嘲笑自己的伤感）
之后的康塔塔是维维的Care Selve, amici prati，因为我没有官方翻译所以百度了一下，好象是描写一个地方的景致有多优美？
这首康塔塔维维肯定喜欢，第一是因为这是他本人写的，第二是因为噩梦的场景太吓人了得听一下舒缓人心的东西
最后的咏叹调是Vespetta e Pimpinone里面的第一首咏叹调（具体分析在男主篇2里面，这里就不细说了）
插一句维维你是真的飘，对象唱一句son cameriera你就跟一句：对，你是个女仆…这要不是尼尼心结解开了你还不得分分钟被扔出窗外（亨德尔：扔人这个专利谁都别和我抢！定音鼓也是！）
科普结束
聊一下剧情：
前面记的笔记记好了么！问：Lucrezia的长相跟托玛索的区别在哪儿？
夜莺的意象还记得么？！夜莺如果想活命就得飞到暖和的地方，不能在威尼斯待着。这里红毛的回答是在说：我不管我不管我就是要跟托玛索在一起（一把抱住尼尼）
对了这里的Christiandom指的是欧洲，我历史书上说过当时的欧洲人还没有欧洲的概念，所以西方大陆上的人都已自己的国籍自居，Christiandom是这些信封基督教的欧洲国家的总称（好像没解释明白，将就着看吧😬）
我在写这一段的时候脑子里是新红楼的太虚幻境里面的夜叉？？？我被我自己震惊到了…
我真的不是在发刀片！而且维维在做完噩梦之后整个人已经烧的神志不清了，所以其实他跟尼尼说的都是真心话（维维：你咋不直接把我灌醉了更好…还让我发烧，每天都是发刀片！除了番外有一天不虐的么！？）
长这么大了维维怎么还是怕雷啊…这都过了19年了你咋还这么怕…
有没有发现维维惊醒的画面跟尼尼在佛罗伦萨的旅馆惊醒的画面一毛一样，是的，这样觉得就对了，他俩就是一毛一样。至于为什么，因为我懒得再描写一个红毛比较怕的场景
尼尼唱康塔塔安慰维维的灵感来自于萨列里唱情歌哄男高音
等等，尼尼你6点之后不是要写歌剧么？怎么跟对象聊了那么长的天！
还有，Biffi你是咋进来的…来的那么早真的不怕这俩人还没起床么…尤其是维维那个爱睡觉的体质…
对了维维的那个“啊～”的灵感来自于TSV组装DIY小提琴的视频…
最后维维又开始傲娇了…自己想住在尼尼的房间非要说是人家请他来的（憋笑ing）
Biffi：你们把狗骗进来杀…
卖一波安利：
文中出现的所有音乐
Albinoni-oboe concerto op 7 no 9
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