First suite
Chapter 65438 +0. Morning scene
( 1)
"In opera, beautiful mornings in Morocco sometimes come to this Norwegian city. 」
At night, some thick cumulus clouds gradually dissipate into wing-shaped cirrus clouds. Where the sun is about to rise, the blue color in the morning is stained with some fresh yellow and green.
The room is getting brighter, but there is still a dark night because of the darkness.
Eight minutes later, the first ray of sunshine reached the earth and fell in an empty room and on the bookcase of spruce tree. The sunshine gradually entered the room, falling on the books piled up on the desk, on the ink bottle and bottle cap on the side, on the pen in the hand, and finally on the cross-shaped hairpin in the teenager's ear.
The boy lay prone on the table, holding the pen loosely, and the pages under him were wrinkled because of the boy's sleeping position all night.
The early morning breeze lifted the curtain as thin as a veil, and once it didn't touch the ground, it brushed the teenager's pale golden hair.
The wind was a little cold and the boy flinched. The touch of the curtains was itchy and disturbed by the dazzling sunshine. Norway narrowed his eyes and looked at the room full of morning light.
I propped myself up with my elbow, rubbed the hair on my forehead, stretched myself, yawned, and wiped the tears from my eyes with my right hand.
I fell asleep at my desk last night.
"Good morning, Nuojun." Tino has got up. "Ah, you sleep at my desk again! I said you can't usually work so hard. You are simply ruining your body. "
"Finn, how did you ..." Looking innocent, Norway thought, how did you see me sleeping at my desk all night?
Looking at Norway, Tino had a faint smile before putting his hand over his mouth. "Look at yourself in the mirror." Tino endured a smile, still unable to calm his trembling shoulders, and turned into the small kitchen.
Norway strolled into the bathroom, looked in the mirror and lay on a hard book for a long time, with a red mark on his forehead.
Ah, ah, so you let me stay up late to expose myself. Norway knocked on the mark on his forehead, as if accusing it.
After washing, Tino has prepared the simplest breakfast.
"Jun, you have been very hard these days. Have you finished writing your new poetic drama? " Tino carried a glass pot with hot coffee and poured the coffee into a milky mug. The hot air swirled and evaporated in the air.
"Almost." Norvell took the cup handed by Tino and took a sip of the coffee inside, but he was obviously in poor mental state, or Norvell's mind was not completely focused on the conversation with Tino. "There is still an end."
"Occasionally write a happy ending that the audience is happy to see. Well, I always write tragedies ... always, well, not good. " Tino held the cup and looked at Norway, who was obviously wandering.
"But everyone likes tragedy." Norway said softly, as if talking to himself. Put down the porcelain cup, eyes still empty, looking at the distance, as if thinking about something. If it weren't for Norway's ambiguous eyes, Tino might think Norway was looking at him. However, Tino is used to Norway. Every time the script of poetic drama is written to the last issue, it is always difficult to continue writing. He usually talks to himself, ignoring the state of the outside world.
Tino shrugged. Indeed, the recent tragedy in Norway is really popular with people.
"Ah ..." Norway, as if thinking of something, immediately walked into the room quickly, turning over the book quickly, and the paper clattered. After finding what you need, write some words in the open notebook with satisfaction.
There seems to be nothing to worry about in this script. Seeing such a novel, Tino smiled. Although every time I write, I will encounter some difficulties, but in the end, Norway can always create great works, which is a kind of enjoyment, whether I am composing music for his plays, when the actors in the theater are performing, or when more audiences are watching the scenes of the drama.
Norway came out of the room again, apparently looking relaxed. "Finn, this composition ..."
"I see. I'll contact Mr. Edelstein for you. "
"No ..." Norway said vaguely, "This time, please ..."
"ah? What did you say? " The dishes in the sink sound tinkling.
Novell simply walked to the kitchen door, leaned against the door frame and said slowly to Tino, who had stopped washing dishes, "I said, could you please help me write a tune this time?"
"... huh? "Tino one leng. I don't know what happened in Norway. The usual soundtrack was written by Mr edelstein, who was familiar with Norwegian requirements and styles. What happened to Norway this time? ...
"This time, I want you to write." Norway's voice with some dry and hoarse, "this script, even I feel unworthy of him. I think ... "
Tino's hand to clean the dishes paused.
Two people just stood there. Tino turned his back on Norway and wondered what Norway would look like now.
Tino took a deep breath and turned to smile at Norway. "No problem, I'm happy to write the score of this play."
Norway is still a calm face. Just like Tino thought. As an old friend of Norway for so many years, there will be an expression on Norway's face, and Tino will not be stupid enough to expect such a thing. It's just ... when Norway mentioned him before, it was always inevitable that there were some mood swings. Even if Norway thinks it is well hidden, it is often easy to be detected by others, especially those who are familiar with Norway like Tino.
"Thank you ..."
"You're welcome. We have been friends for so many years. Ask for any details. "
"Ah, these words will be discussed after you have written the general framework."
"That's true."
It's just ... the last scene, the ending, has not been decided yet. Norway lying on the sofa, holding the soft jiaozi pillow, and fell silent, so that Tino has been calling him, but I didn't hear him.
"Nuojun!" Tino's voice was finally loud enough to call back Norwegian wandering thoughts.
"Huh?"
"Have you ever thought about actors? If we don't contact the theater early, maybe the actors' repertoire will be full by then. "
"..." Norway was silent again, but this time, silence was not for the last scene of the script, but for the actors.
"What's the matter?" Feeling silent for a long time, for fear that Norway would fall into fugue mode again, Tino interrupted Norway's silence in time.
"There is no suitable one."
"Not in the theater?"
"Um ..." The theater? Norway has not been to the theatre for a long time, and has never seen any actors again. Besides, it's just that a few actors occasionally sweep the posters in the theater, Norway thought. Originally, this matter was not urgent. After all, I haven't finished writing the script completely.
Well, I don't know how hard and brave I am to write.
Norway always feels awkward when writing plays, or in the middle.
Heavy, sultry, uncomfortable, as if the heart is going to be choked, unwilling to shed tears, abruptly destroyed, like a glass lamp falling to the ground, with a slight crack at the bottom.
Therefore, Norway hopes that this work is a perfect work.
(2)
In the evening, Norway was taken to a bar in Bellevue by Dinola.
Tino and Belva Wilde once again complained about the irregular work and rest in Norway, but they were still refuted by Norway on the grounds that "quiet nights are best for writing".
Maybe it's because I wrote it late recently, Norway is a little tired, and with a few glasses of Aquavit, I'm a little groggy, and my forehead is almost stuck on the table. At Tino's suggestion, Norway is going to take a nap in the bar.
Soon, Norway's shallow and even breathing came while he was sleeping.
"Norfolk, Norfolk ..." Tino tried to call Norfolk softly and confirmed that Norfolk was really asleep before he dared to talk to Burwald. "Lisa, I'm a little worried about Norfolk ..."
"Huh?" Berwald's face is always very serious, turned from the oak shelf full of wine, took down a bottle of absolute vodka, and raised his voice with doubt to signal Tino to continue.
"This time, Nuojun asked me to write a script with music ... he said that he and Dan thought together. Maybe that's the script. " Tino's words, as plain and quiet as possible, flowed into Bellevue's ears.
Tino didn't understand why Bellevue could keep such a calm expression after hearing the news. Maybe it's just that Bell Ward has never been good at showing his feelings on his face. However, at the moment when Tino mentioned "Denmark", Bellward frowned slightly ... probably he didn't see the illusion in an instant, and Tino thought so.
"... so? "Burwald poured a glass of pure vodka into his short glass with ice cubes.
"I'm worried that Nojun didn't get out of Dan's business ..."
"You don't have to worry too much." Norway is not a child. Since then, I don't know how long it has been. Norway didn't show anything unusual, so there should be no problem, Bowald thought.
"It's just ..." Tino muttered, fingers unconsciously on the table in the bar. "Always stay up writing like this, overdrawing your physical strength ..."
Burwald sat in a swivel chair and poured himself a glass of ice water. Outside the glass, many condensed water droplets appeared.
"Forget it ..." Tino picked up the cup at hand and took a sip, which was still familiar and pure. "Oh, this time I asked Nojun's actor a question, and he actually said there was no suitable one. After so many years, none of those people in the theater are suitable ... this drama will probably be a bit troublesome. " Moreover, Nuojun will be particularly harsh on this play, which has special significance for him and the three of them.
Just after the Danish incident, the mood swings in Norway really made Tino and Berward imagine that this was the Norway they knew. The feeling of sadness fills the air with tears.
However, Norway did not shed half a tear.
The next morning, just after hearing the news of Ding Mark, Norway was as calm as nothing had happened and as expressionless as before.
Be serious when you should be serious, and be lazy when you should be lazy. Shouldn't life be like this? However, it seems that from that day on, Norway began to write the script harder than usual. Hard-working enough, Tino, who shared a room with Norway, felt a little abnormal. Obviously, he doesn't like working at ordinary times, but always likes sleeping. When I didn't want to be lazy, Norway, who likes to drag the manuscript, actually stayed up late to write the script, completely ignoring Tino's persuasion of "staying up late less".
Such a day, over time, Tino and Bell Ward became accustomed to it. It seems that Norway should be like this. Every time Norway is in a bar in Burwald, he always falls asleep after drinking a glass or two because of fatigue. Tino, who knows this, always tells berwald about Norway and even Denmark after he falls asleep in Norway. To some extent, I'm also afraid of Norway's emotional breakdown as before, although Tino and Belva Wilde know to a great extent that Norway will not collapse so easily. On the other hand, Tino also thinks it is impolite to tell his story in front of Norwegians.
Although Norway also told these two people their stories the day after Denmark left. This society will never accept the feelings between the same sex, which, no matter who of the three people, is well aware. Probably because of this, it took Norway a long time to think again and again before deciding to tell them about it.
Just like this, Tino and Belward are very grateful to Norway for telling them these things. This is enough trust in them.
Tino knows that when I mention it, the three of them are familiar old friends, and no one will feel uncomfortable, because Tino and Bellevue are also parties.
However, Norway's heart may bear more grief than the two of them.
Cupid's gift, and some extra gifts.