Superstar

\"&　　 Hugo jumped up quickly, flashed past Charlize’s pillow attack, trot all the way to the phone with a smile, and then picked up the phone, "Good evening, may I ask who is talking on the phone?" "Considering that Charlize's mother Jerda might call, now Hugo and the others use this anonymous method to directly ask who the other party is.

There was silence on the phone, as if Hugo was speaking into the air. This made Hugo glance at the receiver curiously, then put it to his ear, and asked again, "Who is talking on the phone, please?"

There is no busy tone in the receiver, just silence. This is a typical situation with a bad signal. The other party may be roaring, but it can't be heard at all, so there is no sound from Hugo. Generally, you have to hang up the phone and redial in this situation, and there will be no problem.

Hugo finds it a little strange that this kind of things happen more often on mobile phones. Because of the distribution of signal towers, the signal is strong or weak, so it will always fail to receive the letter. But because the fixed telephone is wired, the signal will be relatively stable.

Hugo recalled that this was always the case at home from the end of last year to the beginning of this year, and looked back at Charlize, "Is the phone at home still having bad signal recently?"

Charlize looked at Hugo suspiciously, "No, the phone signal has always been good." After speaking, she also reacted, "A phone with no voice again?" Hugo nodded, Charlize puzzled. He said, "I haven't received a silent call for a long time at home. You can call the other party after you hang up and see if the other party can hear you."

Hugo didn't think much about it, so he said into the receiver, "Hello, who is talking on the phone? I can't hear it here. I will hang up the phone and call you again." After speaking, Hugo waited again. After a while, there was still no sound, and he planned to hang up the phone, but at this moment, there was a shallow wind in the receiver.

Hugo stopped the movement of taking the receiver away from his ears. He wondered whether he had misheard or he really heard a strange sound, because that kind of wind sounded like a signal, and it was also like breathing... The sound of breathing? The sound of breathing! Hugo suddenly had an incredible idea in his mind.

Hugo didn't hang up while holding the receiver, and looked back at Charlize again, "Do you remember when you started receiving calls with such bad signals?"

Charlize didn't think much, scratched his head and thought, "Uh...I'm not sure, it seems it is around Christmas? Or...Oh, by the way, during Halloween, didn't you start promoting Schindler, I I remember that it should be that paragraph, and it is very frequent. I and I have received it many times. Haven't you also received it?"

"Yes, yes..." Hugo whispered, "Schindler's propaganda period..." A small smile came out from the corner of his mouth, bitter and helpless.

Hugo's memory also came back. This kind of silent phone call should have appeared during the "" propaganda period, and has been frequent for the next few months. Hugo once doubted whether it was Joseph calling, but the problem is that Charlize and He also received a lot, so he denied this idea, because a person who did not have a suitable suspect could only be blamed on the signal issue. Up.

"Then...in May, or after April, there will be no more. Ah, yes, it was after the Oscars ended, anyway, it was probably that one or two months, and then there was no appearance." Charlize is still working hard. Recalling the situation, because the three roommates living together are the most leisurely for her, and most of the time at home, she also knows best, "What's wrong, I showed up again today? Damn, I must call the customer service to complain. , Every time there is a problem with the telephone signal, what do we still install a fixed phone for, now the signal is worse than the brick, even if the brick has a bad signal, it can still be heard intermittently..."

Charlize's words rang in Hugo's ears, but his thoughts were already drifting away. From "" to the end of the Oscar. Doesn't this awaken any memory?

Hugo thought of James Franco, Lena was in a state of anxiety during the "" propaganda period, and James finally discovered the clues and revealed the truth; and Oscar... When Hugo came to the stage to receive her own figurine, Special thanks to his father Adam. Shortly after that, James and Lena had a showdown, and then the "Road to Glory" tour began. James told Hugo all the truth.

All the clues are connected.

Although this is just Hugo's vague conjecture, maybe it's a signal problem at all, maybe Jelda is on the other end of the phone, maybe it's just the wrong call, maybe Lena doesn't know their phone number at all; but at this moment, Yu Guo couldn't calm down his boiling thoughts, he found it ridiculous, he felt ridiculous, he felt bitter.

If it is really Lena, if these calls are from Lena, Hugo will not be moved, he will only feel that Lena is sad, because she is regretting her decision, she is accepting the torment of her conscience, she gave up Hugo chose a happy family life and made Adam’s persuasion and Lancaster’s persistence become a joke, so she should continue to persevere, otherwise it would just make Adam and Lancaster more pitiful. It also made her more pathetic.

Therefore, Hugo put the receiver in his ear again.

"Hey..." Hugo said softly, but the turbulence in his heart almost overwhelmed him. He thought he could utter cruel words with a hard heart, because he and Lena had no feelings at all, and he didn't want to treat Li. Na had any nostalgia, but when the words reached her lips, they were so bitter that her nose became extremely sore, "I don't know who you are, and I don't want to know."

Hugo took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, but his voice was still trembling slightly. It was really too difficult, and it was a hundred times more difficult than imagined. "I am having a very happy and very happy life now. Everything is fine, and everything is fine for my father. At the beginning, there were some difficulties, and I couldn't accept...Accept the facts, so Dad took the responsibility on him and made him the object of my hatred. So, I left him, hated him, cursed him. Until I discovered the truth, I found that my father had been trying to protect me, and found that the person who said that he loved me had left me, but he said nothing. People who always guard me, so..."

Having said this, Hugo's voice couldn't help but choked up, the warmth in his eyes made him breathe, and the blurred water in his sight was taken back, "So, I'm fine, and dad is fine. In the future, we I will continue to be happy."

"I'm not curious about your life, and I don't care about your life. You don't need to feel guilty, and you don't need to worry about me, because these are unnecessary. If my world is less, you won't stop turning, your world is less. I will only be more beautiful." Hugo took two deep breaths again, gritted his teeth and insisted on saying, "I hope you are happy, sincerely, because you are happy, your choice is meaningful, if you regret it, or If you are unhappy, not only will you become pathetic, but those who are left behind by you will appear even more pathetic. I don't want to do this. So, don't regret it."

"If you are happy now, then continue to be happy; if you are not happy now, then please be happy..." There was a long silence, a long... Hugo seemed to hear the light from the receiver Hugo’s breathing was trembling slightly, which made the bitter smile at the corner of Hugo’s mouth outline again, “Also, don’t try to contact me again, let alone contact Dad, otherwise, you will regret it, I will make you change Have to regret it! Trust me."

Silence, or silence.

Hugo's hand holding the receiver couldn't help but began to clenched, and the knuckles began to turn white because of too much force. He just clenched his teeth to prevent his inner tremor from leaking. Charlize sat on the sofa, all words were cut off, she looked at Hugo quietly like this, vaguely, she seemed to understand what happened, but... she didn't want it to be what she was thinking Thing.

The quiet air circulated in the hall, as if silent for a century without any sound. Hugo just held the receiver and stood there, wanting to say something, and seemed to be waiting for something, but after all, he didn't say anything, so he took the receiver away and hung up the phone.

Hugo clenched his fist firmly~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Because of too much force, his whole body began to tremble slightly. Before he realized it, tears overflowed from his eye sockets and directly fell on his cheeks, but He never wanted to blink or wipe away tears, because he didn't want to be weak. The tears fell one by one, blooming in the air like a flower, and finally fell to the ground, torn apart.

Charlize looked at Hugo’s back, his broad shoulders stiffened because of excessive tension. Through the t-shirt, you could see the stubborn shoulder line quietly spreading in the night, and the slightly trembling muscles seemed to vent. Unwilling and fearful in his heart, but Hugo's back was strong and straight, revealing absolute uncompromising perseverance, as if any storm could not knock him down.

But looking at such a back, Charlize noticed Hugo's unprecedented vulnerability, even if she could not see Hugo's expression at all.

Charlize didn't say anything. She sat quietly and listened to the sound of rain outside the window. She didn't need to talk. She just needed to be with Hugo here to let him know that he was not alone. that's enough.

James Franco was standing at the door of the kitchen, looking at his mother who was sitting in a corner of the kitchen embarrassedly. She was still holding the receiver in her hand, tearful and timid, her quiet and loving eyes were full of pain at the moment. . .