Superstar

Holding the rich coffee, Charlize walked to the hall, sat down in the corner of the sofa, nestled in the corner, and couldn't help but start in a daze.

Usually at this time, Hugo will definitely get up, make coffee, flip through the newspapers and magazines that just arrived today, and discuss some strange topics with Alex at the same time... Maybe Joseph and Carl will also walk sleepily. Come down, go directly to the direction of the coffee in the kitchen... When he shows up, Hugo will definitely urge him to use the bathroom quickly, don’t linger...Occasionally, I will see Hugo start to get nervous. Exercising in front of the window or hanging your throat, it must end up with Ernst's fierce curses... Otherwise it is mixed with the sound of Alex crying and howling at the bathroom door and the sound of Samora asking for the breakfast menu loudly in the kitchen...

Usually the house is so lively, but today it is so quiet, as if there is no sound at all, which makes Charlize feel emptiness everywhere.

She should have been prepared long ago, right? Before Hugo, everyone had mentioned the move countless times, didn't they? More than ten days ago, Hugo also officially said that he would move out. Samora was already looking at the house, didn't he?

All of this has a long brewing process, but why does she still feel that everything is coming too fast, as if the thunder is too fast to cover her ears, before she realizes it, the home is already empty.

Sitting on the sofa, the surrounding silence is unspeakable loneliness, just like the moonlight slowly fainting in the air at twelve o’clock at midnight, mixed with the dense night, covering all the scenery. Fog, the whole world seems to have only its own moments left. This makes Charlize very uncomfortable.

She lowered her head and took a sip of coffee. Today's coffee was particularly bitter, making Charlize frowned, but she didn't plan to stand up and add honey and milk, but just sat there blankly and sipped it carefully. Hugo once said that the bitterness of black coffee that settles in the mouth will dance on the tip of the tongue with the faint fragrance of coffee beans, and then leave a hint of sweetness and mellow fragrance, slowly emanating.

But Charlize didn't taste anything, "This liar." Charlize curled her lips and complained in a low voice. She adjusted her sitting posture, but suddenly found that there was some paper or something creaking under her buttocks. , She reached out and drew it, fumbled for a while, and actually found a label for red wine.

Charlize took a closer look and found that this was the cheap red wine bought in the supermarket for five dollars and eighty one bottle. The bottle they drank last night, why now only the packaging label is left, and the red wine bottle has disappeared instead. Charlize looked down and looked around, but didn't find the red wine bottle. He didn't know if he threw it under the sofa or was taken away by them as trash.

Charlize gave up and leaned back on the back of the sofa, using the fingertips of his right hand to smooth out the folds of the label little by little. He looked at it casually and complicatedly, but suddenly realized that the back that should have been snow-white was densely written at this time. Words, this made Charlize's brows frowned again.

This is Hugo's handwriting, Charlize is no stranger.

Charlize originally thought this was Hugo's essay, but after a closer look, he discovered that it was actually a lyrics, a lyrics that Charlize had never heard before. Charlize fell silent, and the fragmentary memories in his mind sketched out the picture of last night.

She was crying and howling with the red wine bottle there, singing a song, and Hugo sat on the floor with the coffee table, laughing so hard. Later, she was tired from singing and said she needed a rest. She leaned on the sofa, kicked Hugo’s arm, and asked Hugo to sing a song. Lying on the sofa and talking gloomily. After Hugo laughed, she sat there, as if scribbling something there, but she was a little confused at the time and didn't care too much. When she reacted, she didn't know where the label was thrown. Hugo suggested that it should be replaced by a vinyl record, and then proceeded to organize it. She also forgot about it.

The picture in his head was fragmented and hazy, Charlize could not remember the details of the time clearly, only remembered his loss of control and Hugo's unbridled smile, nothing more. She doesn't know if this was written by Hugo last night, maybe it was written a long time ago, or maybe it was Hugo's previous creation that was forgotten here. She has no way to be sure.

Looking down at the label in his hand, Charlize's chaotic brain quieted down.

"Can I say something (say.), I am about to give up on you. If you want, I will be that person; wherever I go, I will follow you."

Can you say something, I am about to give up on you. I just feel so small, and this feeling lingers in my mind for a long time; it makes me at a loss, irritable, and fall into the sky. Love, I'm still learning, just struggling.

Can you say something, I am about to give up on you. Sorry for not being able to give you everything you want, I will follow wherever I go; if I can say anything, I am about to give up on you. I will let go of all my pride and dignity, you are the one I love; but I want to say goodbye.

Can you say something, I am about to give up on you. Say something. "

Just such a simple, clean lyrics, without cumbersome modification, no deep meaning, no complicated sentences, so simple and clear lyrics to the extreme, but like a straight poetry, in an instant It smashed all Charlize's atria and directly hit the softest part of her heart, leaving her stunned.

"Say something (say. is just such a sentence, but there are countless understandings. Say something quickly, or else I will leave, as long as you say something, I will lay down all dignity and pride and stay, regardless of everything; say something quickly, or else all this will become the past, all love , Family affection and friendship are going to vanish. As long as you say something, I am willing to give each other another chance and be desperate; say something quickly, otherwise it will be eternal separation between heaven and man, and the hourglass of life seems to come to an end, as long as If you say something, I won’t give up to save you, even if the doctors give up, even if there is a sea of ​​fire, I will stick to it...

Maybe, maybe it’s this way of understanding...if you can say something, I won’t turn around and leave, I’ll stay and tell you the truth, all the entanglements buried deep in my heart, all the turmoil, all the hesitation, pour out Come out, even if everything is destroyed after speaking out, it will not hesitate. As long as you say something.

Charlize just looked at the simple packaging label in her hand. The fluent fonts outlined Hugo’s handsome face bit by bit, but she felt as if she couldn’t breathe, and her heart was hit hard. All the ups and downs surged in an instant, before she realized it, tears slipped from her eyes and fell into the black coffee, ripples.

Her heart was empty, as if she was falling slowly from a high altitude. The parachute bag on her back opened and let her land slowly, but there was an endless abyss under her feet. No matter how she fell, she couldn’t land. The emptiness of not touching the ground made her panic. Even if she stretched out her hand and struggled, even if she tried her best, she couldn't find a point of borrowing. She could only be like a feather, drifting freely with the breeze, that kind of uncertainty and instability. Let her heart fall into endless fear.

The bitter taste on the tip of the tongue began to roll violently, and she finally tasted the sweetness and mellow at the end of the coffee. The shallow sweetness mixed in the strong coffee fragrance slowly spread out, dancing on the tip of her tongue. This made her smile. Hugo didn't lie to her. However, the tears in his eyes overflowed again.

It's just her random thoughts, right? She has no way to be sure if this is Hugo’s creation last night, right? She also has no way of knowing if this is a lyric, right? She has no way of knowing who the song is about, right? She couldn't even confirm that the handwriting on the label was written by Hugo, right? This lyrics looks like the last call to redeem love. It has nothing to do with friendship, right? Love is gradually estranged because of the long silence, something must be said to save it, right? That kind of unforgettable nostalgia and deep-seated sadness can only be love, right?

And she and Hugo are just friends, right?

Yes, all of this is right. This is just a wrong signal from her brain, because she doesn't like parting, and no parting in any form; because she and Hugo are good friends, good friends who have lived together for three years, she is simply reluctant to leave; because The accustomed life mode was broken, she just started not getting used to it...

It must be so.

Charlize lowered her eyes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ She was already missing her friend.

Sitting in the corner of the sofa, Charlize looked at the packaging label in his hand for a long time, for a long time...Finally, he folded the label neatly, held it in his palm, and warmed it with the temperature of his palm little by little. . Holding the coffee, Charlize walked to the door of Hugo's room in a daze.

The door of Hugo's room was not closed, and it was empty inside. Although there were still beds, wardrobes and desks left, there was nothing and nothing left on it. Even the **** was cleaned up, as if welcoming the next tenant. Yes, but such cleanliness made Charlize feel uneasy. She doesn't like this.

She lowered her head and took a sip of coffee. At this time, the coffee had cooled. The bitterness of the black coffee rushed like a beast in the sea, causing Charlize's brows to be tangled together, but she resisted the urge to vomit, swallowing. He went down, and then, feeling the bitterness of the tip of his tongue like soot and water, showing a contemptuous expression, shouted to the room, "Liar!"

The voice reverberated in the room, but no response was received. After closing his eyes, Hugo's response seemed to sound in his ears, "Haha, you idiot, of course you can't drink black coffee cold."

She just missed her friend, she missed her friend... It's just that, right?