Superstar

\"&　　 It is not difficult for Hugo to create on-site, but it is not so easy to create an excellent song on the spot, especially this sudden situation makes Hugo a little frantic. Creation is needed. It's a collision of inspiration. Last moment Hugo was still chatting with Jie, you come and I, and the next second is to create a song, which is really not a normal rhythm.

No guitar was found at the scene. This sudden move by Jay Leno completely disrupted the program's pre-planning, and there was no guitar prepared at the scene! This immediately caused everyone to be in a hurry.

Seeing this chaotic situation, Hugo laughed happily, "Jie, if you want to count me, I think it's more reliable to prepare in advance."

In the face of Hugo's ridicule, Jie is not shy at all, "If it doesn't work, I don't think Perry will mind lending his guitar to you temporarily." Perry refers to the "Tonight Show" live band. member.

"It seems that I have no chance to escape today." Hugo laughed blankly with a helpless expression, but at this time everyone was still looking for the guitar. Joseph, standing in the audience, gave Hugo a sign that Samora was going to the car. I got a guitar in there. There was no guitar at the scene, but there was an acoustic guitar in Hugo's car for a long time, so Samora must have gone to get that one.

After Hugo got the hint, he knew he needed to delay some time, and then turned the topic to Mr. Rabbit, "So, little rabbit, tell me, think of me as Oprah, you know, talk about this relationship, talk about it. Talk about your current thoughts, give me some inspiration, and hit me."

After talking about Hugo, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Jie, as if saying, "Today we should send Oprah a reward..." And Jie also shrugged and said, "I want to watch the Oprah talk show tonight. Rate performance can be regarded as reward..." This exchange of eyes caused the audience to chuckle.

Mr. Rabbit stood in the position, but couldn't laugh. He hesitated for a while holding the microphone, "Uh...I, I have been with her for ten years, yes, ten years. We met in tenth grade. , She is perfect, but I..." Mr. Rabbit pointed to his outfit, "I am Mr. Rabbit." Just two sentences settled the atmosphere of the scene, and everyone listened quietly.

"But we are still together. She took my hand. Later she was admitted to the University of Chicago, and I became a car repairer and followed her to Chicago." Mr. Rabbit’s language is simple, Even a little pale, fragmentedly expounding the story, "We used to fantasize about the future, I want to marry her, I want to spend my whole life with her, I want to have three children with her, two girls and a boy..." But precisely Such plain language makes this story full of weight of reality.

"But you know, life is not so beautiful. I can't give her the life of her dreams. Three years ago, she went to New York to find a way out, but I stayed in Chicago to give her a future and worked hard. Later... Later She was engaged to a Wall Street man. I tried to save this relationship, but after struggling for two years, I finally let go." Mr. Rabbit’s words have no power or color, but they have a calm appeal. , Let everyone settle down.

"I have been having the same dream recently. It was when we first came to Chicago. We lived together. I had to go to work every morning. She got up early every day, insisted on making breakfast for me, and then watched me go. Go to work. You know, she is actually a very lazy girl. What she liked most in high school was to sleep late. We only met because she was late after sleeping. But... She quietly sets the alarm clock every day and puts it in hers. Under the pillow, so that it won’t wake me up and let me sleep a little longer. She made breakfast for me for five years, you know, five years..."

Having said that, Mr. Rabbit stopped, and the whole lecture hall was silent, "I...I," he tried to say something more, but found his voice choked and weakened, "I tried to forget her, I Trying to move on, but it is really too difficult."

Hugo took the guitar that Samora handed over, but didn't worry about starting to create, but quietly watching the man in the funny rabbit suit, even the always funny and humorous Jie quieted down, vaguely Hugo seemed to see Jie turned his head and wiped the corner of his eyes, but Hugo was not sure, because he was also immersed in his thoughts at the moment. He thought of his father and mother.

How did Adam come over these years? How did he endure and persevere over those long years? He was still alone all these years, because he couldn't forget Lena, or because he was jealous of himself.

Thinking of this, Hugo felt a little heavy. Mr. Rabbit's words are only a few words, fragmented, pale and feeble, and even unable to piece together a complete story, let alone tearing people into tears, but his simple story is full of helplessness and sadness.

Ten years, how many ten years are there in life? All the sweet, hard work, hardships, quarrels, confrontations, happiness, and joys vanished at the moment when one side turned around, and then turned into memories that can never be changed or moved forward.

Many times, memories are hurtful.

Hugo heard the choking in Mr. Rabbit's voice, and his heart trembled slightly. The sparks in his mind were ignited like this. His fingertips touched the cold strings, and with a light hook, the acoustic guitar was refreshing. And the moving string sound rang. Before the brain reacted, the touch of the fingertips had already outlined a melody. The slight trembling was the composition of the music melody, and it was the resonance of inner emotions.

The most moving melody in the world is always the most sincere emotion in the heart. Just like this time, there is only an acoustic guitar and no other instruments, but it outlines the turbulence and vicissitudes of the heart. It is only two eight beats. Makes the eyes flushed.

"You once held my hand tightly, but in the end you left me, maybe I will never meet you again. Tell me how can I fill the emptiness in my heart, what will life be like without love? Every understanding All of us know that we have always shared joys and sorrows, and I don't want this so-called freedom at all. Will all this pain disappear by itself?"

The hand that I held tightly for ten years suddenly loosened, and then parted ways and opened up a new life of my own, but is it really that simple to say goodbye to the past?

Hugo’s slightly low and hoarse voice came through the microphone. The vicissitudes of life from deep in his heart melted into that sad and beautiful melody. This is not a folk song like “sunburn”. It's pure rock and metal rock, but it lacks drums and bass at this time, which is slightly thin, but the tenderness and delicateness of the acoustic guitar has been fully displayed, which quieted all the audience on the scene, and the shock was blown away. Come: It turns out that metal rock can also be performed like this.

"Will all this pain disappear on its own?" This simple and pale question, but full of desperate grief, as if seeing those tearful eyes lifted up, the bitterness of the heart reflected in the full of tears And the pain, instantly turned into a black hole, swallowing everyone in, and then surrounded by endless darkness.

In a few words, Mr. Rabbit’s state of mind was clearly outlined, and the whole person seemed to be floating in the air, unable to see the future and return to the past. He could only be hung weakly in the air, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t. Get rid of the inability to escape, this kind of haunting life swallows all the vitality and all the joy

"Whenever I look around, I never see you. I know that I still have a long, long way to go (1...a...way.t0.), before I can say goodbye to you... "

Hugo's voice began to rise with the guitar strings, and all the negative emotions were vented in an instant, just like a thunderstorm in summer. The sun was still shining at the first moment, and the rainstorm hit the next second. The beans were big. The raindrops made the whole world blurred, leaving only a hazy piece.

Mr. Rabbit was suddenly defeated in this way, and all the lines of defense in his body were defeated. He slumped down his shoulders in embarrassment, like a three-year-old child who was abandoned by his mother in the amusement park. The noise around him remained the same, but he was crying loudly. He cried, but no one paid any attention to him. He was left alone crying loudly. The noise and heat of the world only made his loneliness sadder. He wanted to find an exit, but all was in vain, he could only stand in place and wander constantly.

That kind of loneliness, that kind of despair, that kind of sadness hit him like lightning, causing all defenses to fall apart.

"Oh... I still have a long, long way to go~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Before I can say goodbye to the life I used to, I will forget you and forget you."

Hugo’s song is like a cry, like a warrior rushing into the storm, and he vents all the pain deep in his heart heartily. Tears melted in the rainstorm, the sky flashed with thunder, but he was fearless. Angrily releases the emotions completely, and the song from the soul reaches the sky.

Ten years, a long ten years, it takes countless efforts to go through these ten years, and forgetting these ten years requires more energy, this is not an easy task. Before forgetting these ten years, you are forgetting ten years. Before all the bits and pieces in life, there is still a long, long way to go before forgetting the "you" who has been hand in hand for ten years.

But this time, I was alone on this road. I was alone, lonely, fearful, sad, hurt, and I was left alone to admit that this road was too hard, too painful, and too difficult.

"The long road (...way.t0. Just like the past ten years, the road ahead is still long and confused, the bitterness of which only one can taste. Tears burst the bank instantly at this moment, not because of sadness, but because of catharsis. (To be continued [Provided]. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Chuangshi Chuangshi to vote for the first recommendation vote and monthly pass. Your support is my biggest motivation.).