Superstar

The studio was silent. This situation was unprecedented in the "Oprah Talk Show". It has never appeared in any talk show. The talk show, as the name implies, relies on dialogue and ‘friendship’ talk throughout the entire show. But today, there was a gap in the studio. Everyone locked their eyes on Hugo, watching Hugo walk three steps forward, and then walked back four steps at a smaller pace. This is not In a fashion show, Hugo's steps are not model steps, but the weight of these seven steps makes everyone's heart tremble slightly.

This silence is not terrible. On the contrary, the emotions of everyone in the studio began to roll, climbing towards the highest point little by little, waiting for a starting point, and then it completely broke out.

Hugo sat down. He didn't say much. He just lowered his head and hugged the guitar, and then his fingertips lightly danced on the tight strings. The clear guitar strings jingled like spring water, early in the morning. The soft sunlight shrouded the surface of the crystal spring water, and a hazy halo was folded in the water droplets and'shot' a moving light. The spring water embraced the sunlight and shuttled among the pebbles, and the ding-dong-dong sound In the lush green forest, the screams, the drenched morning mist covered the green metasequoia forest with a layer of gauze, and the sun penetrated the mist and scattered countless pieces of gold on the small grass and wild "flowers" on both sides of the spring water, "flowers" The translucent and round'dew' beads on the petals are full and pleasant.

Hugo's slender fingertips woven the world's most beautiful picture on five ordinary strings. The light of magic jumps back and forth between the fingers, and you can even see the musical notes as if they are'plugged in'. The wings of the spirit danced on Hugo's clean knuckles, using the wood-colored guitar as the canvas, changing the most moving and shining brushstrokes, and substituting all the audience into the wonderland belonging to Alice.

The world became quiet, only the fresh chords hummed.

"You are not her, although I am trying to distinguish you. I am at a loss, look, I have been looking for what once belonged to me. Then, I saw your eyes, I saw Alice looking at me, So I will try to find someone who fits me perfectly like her."

Hugo's voice wandered in the melody, humming words one by one, connecting these meaningless words with musical notes, and then depicting a true story, such a simple but detailed story. Even if Hugo only sang three lines of lyrics, the frame of the whole story has already appeared before her eyes.

Hugo didn't use too many techniques, but used his most true feelings to interpret the lyrics. The chaotic thoughts in his mind turned into sentences of lyrics and the melody under his fingertips, which combined the rain. Guo substituting into this story, the faint sadness and deep pain, hidden in the string, slowly seeping out like smoke and mist.

"I have left you far away, and I want to see you by my side again, dear, but things are not that simple." Hugo's simple and mellow voice is so moving, with an inexplicable sadness, as if Mint green or washed blue, bright but melancholy, slowly fainting under the eyes.

"We have never even tried, we have never even talked about it, we have never even described the future, whenever the pain strikes, whenever the two places are separated, I will miss you, I miss you."

The lyrics, full of longing, full of regret, and full of earnestness, flow slowly between Hugo’s “lips” and teeth. Every turn of the voice is like the scorching sun, quietly leaving its own on the skin. The imprint, before people noticed it, the pain in the heart suddenly hit.

This is an ordinary story. In a brand-new relationship, it is always impossible to shake off the shadow of the previous relationship. Men always look for the shadow of the former ‘girl’ friend in the ‘girl’ friend, which is unbearable for the ‘girl’ friend. She vented her anger at him, then turned and left.

But in fact, the man’s heart is not well. He seems to be hanging in the air, always wanting to find a rope to save himself. He once thought that his ex-girlfriend was this rope, but he ignored it. In fact, his Under his feet is the ground, as long as he is willing to let go, he can start a new life down-to-earth, but he didn't realize it. He waited until the people around him turned and left before he realized that her harbor was going away from him, so he became suspended in the air again, unable to grasp the rope or touch the ground. Only then did he realize that he loved her, loved her deeply, and that his former ‘girl’ friend was just a phantom.

"She once belonged to me, I once belonged to her, and we belonged to each other. If she shed tears, I would protect her and keep her away from the coming darkness.

If I leave you, I want to see you by my side again, dear, but things are not that simple, oh. We have never even tried, we have never even talked, we have never even described the future, whenever the pain strikes, whenever the two places are separated, I will miss you, I miss you. "

Stories like this are happening almost every day. Boyfriends are jealous of ex-boyfriends, and'girl' friends are jealous of ex-girlfriends. Memories are the greatest enemy of every relationship, and every couple has a deadly enemy-ex-boyfriend or ex-girlfriend. But in fact, the reason why the memory is beautiful is that it has been immutable and remains in the depths of my mind forever. And what we can grasp is the present, the people around us; what we can change is the present, it is ourselves, holding on to the memories, we will never be able to move forward.

The phrase "I miss you" was plain and unremarkable. Hugo did not deliberately increase his voice, but he interprets the melancholy, helplessly, regret, sadness, and regrets in his heart, stabbing fiercely in the morning sun. Entering the heart, the pain erupted in an instant, and then swept in endlessly.

Inexplicably, the eye sockets began to become warm. Hugo is obviously not sensational, and the tune is not sad. All of this is as beautiful as transparent sunlight, but the tumbling emotion is beyond control, and it slowly ferments in Hugo's warm voice. All the excitement, all the expectations, all the enthusiasm disappeared, not because of disappointment, but because they were completely integrated into the melody of the ear and entered the world of my memories, just like Alice’s wonderland, only I know In the world, only one knows the emotions.

"Don't give up on me. This is not my moment. If you beat me hard, then I will realize that you left a scar and turned and left, just like a sunburn."

The guitar strings are still flowing slowly, Hugo's voice is still not rushed, but the notes are beginning to surging, Hugo's mellow voice fluctuates slightly, and his emotions are completely erupted during these turns.

What kind of sadness is this, a plea of ​​"Don't give up on me" pierced into the softness of my heart fiercely in the clear string of the guitar. Don’t leave, you just have to teach me a lesson, or even stab me. As long as you don’t leave, I will realize my stupidity because of the pain. Looking at the scars you left on me, I will Embrace you firmly and know how deep your love for you is in your heart. So don't leave me, just leave me with a sunburn, I will keep this mark forever, but...don't give up on me.

Love is so deep, it is clear that Hugo did not deliberately raise the tune, nor deliberately amplify the emotions, but only used the simplest vocabulary and melody to present the heavy heart in the simplest way.

"Don't give up on me. This is not my moment. If you beat me hard, then I will realize that you are scarred and turned away, like a sunburn."

The turbulent mood finally got out of control. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was bathed in warm sunshine in a winter afternoon, but the tears slipped down like this, reflecting the soft appearance of the sun, slowly sliding down his cheeks. The pain in the heart is one wave after another, and it is almost impossible to extricate oneself. This is not the sadness of shouting, but the gecko left in the amber. It stopped at this moment, but the face With clown makeup painted, the expression of laughter obscured the sadness in his heart.

"We have never even tried, we have never even talked about it, we have never even described the future, whenever the pain strikes, whenever the two places are separated, I will miss you, I miss you."

The smile was stiff at the corners of his mouth, and the moisture in his eye sockets reflected the light in the studio, blurring a whole halo, making Hugo, who bowed his head and played the guitar, looked incredible.

"I miss you" Oprah slightly covered half of her face. The hot tears from UU reading www.uukanshu.com made her makeup look embarrassed, but she was unwilling to lower her head to cover up, and instead let herself be on the camera. The true feelings flowed in front of her. She didn't expect it to be like this, but the tears on her cheeks were so real.

"I miss you" Joseph stood still and lowered his head, pressing his chin against his'chest'. He must use this method to hide his red eyes. Although Joseph had heard Hugo sing several times before, he was still moved by Hugo's soul-shaking performance. Even if he closes his eyes, he can feel the moisture under his eyelids.

The audience at the "I Miss You" scene, the staff around, no one speaks, no one interrupts the beauty of this moment, no matter whether it resonates with the song of Hugo, no matter whether there is an idea about the story, but no one can Denying the peace and comfort of this moment, both body and mind have entered a state of complete relaxation, allowing one's emotions to roam freely along with the guitar strings.

Hugo's eyes are so focused, watching every touch of his fingertips and guitar strings, listening to the melody blooming proudly in every outline, feeling the chemical reaction of the lyrics in the melody to release his inner emotions...Rain If he felt so empathetic, every musical note, every word, every turn was so real, he could even feel his voice and the strings vibrate together, causing the emotions deep in his heart to tremble slightly. Music is such a magical power.