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With a long memory of 609, Hugo stood there, watching Adam’s figure disappear little by little in the soft light of the hotel lobby. Adam’s generous back was stained with vicissitudes due to the passage of time, but he was stubborn and stubborn. Stubbornly keeping his youth as strong as ever, it seems that even time can't overwhelm his arrogance.

However, the weathered hair and gully face still revealed the traces of the ruthless years. Suddenly, Adam's footsteps stopped and he coughed violently. The straight back had to bend slightly. Old Jack, who was walking in front, wanted to walk over with a worried expression on his face, but Adam directly raised his right hand. Stopping old Jack's movements, he turned around a little hastily and walked towards the potted plants next to him.

Hugo realized that Adam did not want to be seen by others as his fragility and old age, especially him, he subconsciously hid by the door, avoiding the sight of Adam. Sure enough, after Adam turned around, he took a special look at the door and made sure he didn't see Hugo before he quietly walked to the potted plant at the door.

Standing in the shadow of the door, Hugo saw Adam coughing constantly. He coughed so violently that he was curled up. Then he tried to reach out to his pocket to get something, but his palm kept trembling. So, even the simple action of digging out things is so hard. In the creamy halo, Hugo looked at Adam's trembling left hand, constantly struggling with the small box in his pocket, but the terrible cough continued to invade.

In an instant, Hugo’s eyes were occupied by tears. Before he noticed, his father had reached the time to be eroded by the years. The rickety back and the trembling left hand were outlined in the soft light. With the traces of time, it easily hit the softest part of Hugo's heart.

Adam finally stopped the shaking of his left hand, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, then quickly took out a cigarette from it, stuffed it into his mouth, lit it quickly, and took a hasty sip, but it caused even more Coughing violently, but when he spit out a puff of smoke, his original painful and struggling expression stretched out and was replaced by contented comfort.

Hugo realized at this time that Adam did not smoke tonight, just because he was worried about his son's nicotine allergy. At this time, he should be a smoker.

The tears overflowing in the eye sockets just slipped down. At this moment, Hugo's heart was filled with the bitter warmth. This is fatherly love, stubborn, rough, tough but just as warm.

Seeing Adam's cozy expression standing next to the potted plants, this brief moment of joy slowly climbed his eyebrows, and the smoking craving that had been suppressed for a whole day was finally relieved at this moment, making the whole world a better place. This made the memory in Hugo's mind constantly tumbling. Sometimes it was Chen Hugo's childhood memory, and sometimes it was Lancaster's childhood memory. The two serious and stubborn father images came together slowly in their minds. Hugo's chest was so warm that he stopped breathing.

"Back when I was a child, when I was still naive and ignorant, my father would lift me up high and dance with my mother. Then he would hold me in circles until I fell asleep, and my father would hold me upstairs, I know My father loves me deeply. If I have another chance to walk with and dance with my father, I will play a song that will never end. How I want to dance with my father again."

The turbulent memory made Hugo unable to move at this moment, and the intimate memories of his childhood and his father invaded in an instant. The memories of childhood are always trivial and scattered. When children grow up, the most memorable ones are the years after school and adolescence. On the contrary, it is easy to forget the good times of childhood. Hugo is like that.

In Hugo’s memory, his father was always serious, stern, and strict. His unsmiling face always kept the distance between them. Day after day and year after year quarrels gave him the opportunity to forget his father’s love. Their faces, this makes every conversation between them more difficult and intense.

But to this day, the memory of the tide flooded Hugo. He can recall his joyful laughter when his father lifted and threw him high, and he can recall his own laughter when his father and mother danced. He was naughty when he ran in to make trouble, he could recall the stability and warmth of his father when he entered the room while holding himself awake but stubbornly trying to watch the night. He could recall the anxiety when he subconsciously hid behind his father after he got into trouble. ...The trivial memories are like sunlight penetrating the forest, scattered scatteredly, but illuminating the world.

"When I don’t want to listen to my mother, I will run to my father, and he will find a way to make me laugh and comfort me, but in the end let me do what my mother says. That night, while I was sleeping, He would put a dollar under my bed sheet and never thought that my father would leave me. If I could look at my father again, take another dance step, and dance the last dance with my father, I would play a song that will never end. Tune. Because of how much I want to dance with my father again."

Since when did his relationship with his father begin to estrange? The memory has gradually become blurred, he only remembers the endless quarrels, the endless stalemate and the countless confrontations.

However, at this moment, Hugo looked at his father's expression that stretched out because of a cigarette, thinking that his father was worried about himself and came to the big city that he had always rejected. All the emotions in his chest began. Burst, he missed the years when he was peaceful with his father, the kind of warmth, the kind of solidity, and the kind of happiness that made people miss so much.

The warm tears in his eyes wet his cheeks, but in the blurred vision, his father's figure became clearer, Hugo saw so clearly, the man in front of him, Adam Lancaster, he used to belong to In his own way, he devoted all the care and love he had as a father and a parent to his only son. He didn't ask for anything in return, he didn't ask for understanding, he just gave in silently, and then enjoyed loneliness alone. And happiness.

How much Hugo wants to dance with his father again. If there is such a chance, he will hope that the song will never end, and he can stay with his father forever. But he has missed an opportunity. Chen Hugo will never be able to realize this wish. What about Hugo Lancaster now?

If one day, Hugo Lancaster also lost this opportunity?

"Sometimes I would be outside my mother's door and hear her crying missing my father. I prayed for my mother and I prayed for my mother.

I know my request is a bit excessive, but can you send back the only man she loves? I know you don't normally do this, but my lord, how she wants to dance with her father again! After falling asleep every night, the same dream reappeared. "

There is no regret medicine in the world, and there is no turning back in life. If Hugo misses his second chance again, he doesn't know whether Lena Lancaster will tear the pillow towel, but he knows that his tears will not stop. , His prayers will never stop, and his dreams will never stop. More importantly, even tears, prayers and dreams will not give him a third chance.

"Dancing with my father (...my.father, this is a dream, this is a memory, and this is an expectation. This is what Hugo thinks of his father. Adam is the only one he has in the world. With his loved ones, he can't miss this opportunity again.

Thinking of this, Hugo's hands began to tremble, so much that he had to hold his hands tightly to calm himself down. He could not let Adam see the turbulence in his heart, which would frighten Adam, because he It's not the kind of personality that vents all emotions. Therefore, Hugo clenched his fists and wiped away the tears from his face with the palm of his hand, hoping that his embarrassment would not be seen through by Adam.

At this time, Adam had finished smoking, he put out the cigarette **** and threw it in the trash can, then turned and walked towards the hotel.

Seeing Adam's back, Hugo rushed out and shouted, "Dad." Hugo's little nasal voice echoed in the lobby, causing Adam to stop.

Adam turned his head and saw Hugo standing in the shadow of the door. Because of the backlight, he could only see a vague figure of Hugo, but he couldn't see Hugo's expression clearly. "What's the matter?" he I don't know why Hugo left and came back, so he directly raised his own question.

The phrase "I love you" came to the lips, but he couldn't say it forcibly. Hugo looked at Adam quietly, watching Adam's slightly raised eyebrows, but the worry hidden well in his eyes was so familiar. Suddenly, he felt that he was a little bit awful. For Westerners, the very normal "I love you" could not be said, even at this moment.

Hugo can only comfort himself. If he suddenly said "I love you" like this, Adam would be scared, so he pulled out a big smile~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It’s okay, I just forgot I told you, I'm really happy that you can come to see me in Los Angeles today. And...thank you. "

When Adam listened to Hugo’s words, he looked away unnaturally. He was not accustomed to expressing his emotions, nor was he accustomed to hearing his son express his emotions in the public. But it was undeniable that his heart was deep. There was a ray of warmth flowing everywhere, which made his dry eyes suddenly itchy. He had to blink a few times to hide his embarrassment, and then quickly coughed a few times, "After all, this is Christmas. Isn't it?"

After saying this, Adam frowned again without waiting for Hugo to answer, and looked at Hugo again, and said sternly, "What the **** are you talking about, it's too late. Go back." Right." Then Adam hurriedly turned and left, as if fleeing.

Hugo stood there and watched Adam disappear into the elevator. Only then did he gently outline a smile at the corner of his mouth, and a warm light burst into the tears. Then he turned around and moved towards home step by step. The direction is going forward.

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