Superstar

"Chen Hugo! What are you doing? Standing on the stage in a daze, what the **** is going on with you? Don’t you know how long our band has been waiting for this opportunity? A small mistake may ruin everything, you actually Still in a daze there! Damn!" Su Zinan's expression was terrible, his handsome eyes almost stared out, and his 1.85-meter body was under pressure, leaving Chen Huguo with no ability to resist, so he could only stand blankly. In situ.

　　 Hugo is not unable to move, but unwilling to move. What happened to this? Isn't he in Los Angeles in 1992? How come back to the 2014 Midi Rock Festival, this...but Su Zinan's angry expression is so real that Hugo can't tell whether this is a dream or reality.

"This is an important opportunity for us, have you forgotten it? Chen Hugo, you cheered me up, stepped onto the stage, and performed upright, just like all our performances in the past ten years!" Su Zinan grabbed Chen Hugo's shoulder fiercely, shook it vigorously, and said in a sincere tone.

　　 But Hugo's head was muddy, and his gaze subconsciously searched around. Where is the other member who is so glorious to death, Li Yibai? Where's Gu Xiaogood? Where is Lixia? Why can I only see Su Zinan? Why can I only see a large blur of light around him? The silhouettes are moving, but the outline of the face is still not visible. Hugo wanted to open his mouth to ask, but found that his voice was completely stuck. Vaguely, Zhang Xiaoye's figure was actually seen in the surrounding light and shadow, but, "Xiaoye, aren't you dead?"

"This is our opportunity. We can't squander it for another ten years. We can't afford to lose. This may be the last chance. Take it, Hugo, take it!" Su Zinan's tough and strong voice kept on. Hugo's ears echoed, but Hugo's eyes remained on Zhang Xiaoye's body, and he couldn't move away. Even if he wanted to see Su Zinan, he couldn't turn his head. Suddenly, Zhang Xiaoye laughed brilliantly. , That smile released infinite light in an instant, drowning everything around him quickly, which made Hugo panic immediately.

　　 The light burst, and after it faded again, Hugo realized that he had actually returned home, a home he hadn't been back to in ten years.

The mother sat quietly on the sofa in the living room, washing her face in tears, and then angrily blamed her father, “It’s all you. My son makes so many calls at home, but you still don’t want to answer them. Why are you so stubborn? He is us. Son, it’s a piece of meat that fell from my body."

　　 Father sits quietly on the chair in the study, without speaking, but quietly looking at the densely packed books on the shelf, silently accepting the accusation from his mother.

"Did Hugo kill or set fire? He is such a well-behaved child. He has never refused our request since he was young, but he has finally found what he wants to do this time. Why can't you agree to let him go? How to do it? Now how many people don’t even have dreams, but just live a whole life in a muddle-headed manner. Hugo not only dreams, but he is also willing to chase to realize and struggle. If we don’t support him, who else can support him? ?"

　　 My mother's eyes were already crying and swollen, her face was haggard, and the food on the coffee table in front of her was so good, she didn't eat a bite. This made Hugo feel distressed for a while. He wanted to open his mouth to comfort his mother, but found that he could not speak at all; he wanted to go forward to hug his mother, but found that he could not move. Hugo could only cry silently in the bottom of his heart, "Mom, it's my fault, I'm too selfish and selfish." If the price of chasing dreams is to make her mother suffer, Hugo doesn't know whether her choice is right or wrong. That's right.

　　 The father sitting in the study is still unwilling to speak, but his tall and stalwart back is so lonely, the traces of the years can be seen in the memory of the shoulders that can carry the whole family. Perhaps, deep in his heart, he is also regretting his stubbornness, regretting that he didn't tell his true inner thoughts earlier, and whether they agree or not, at least they should have the opportunity to communicate.

　　 Hugo stood there, and suddenly began to hate himself. In this world, the people who really love him are right in front of him, but he hurt them so capriciously, leaving no room for him. Ten years, ten years of not going home, Hugo once thought that this was the price of his dream, but now Hugo knows that it was his selfish choice. There are many ways to communicate with his parents, but he chose them all. Willingly ignore it.

"Dad, Mom, I was wrong." Hugo struggled to move forward, wanted to apologize to his parents, wanted to hug his thin mother, wanted to hug his lonely father, he really knew he was wrong. . There is nothing wrong with chasing dreams, but the method of choice is wrong, causing irreparable consequences. Hugo regrets it now.

　　 But suddenly, Su Zinan's voice suddenly came from above, "Grab it! Grab it!"

The reverberating voices were like magic sounds. Even if they covered their ears, they still had no effect. Hugo jumped up suddenly and found that the whole person was sitting upright, panting heavily, behind his back. The viscous sweat was chilling, and the sweat on the forehead made the heartbeat convulse in surprise. There was only a hazy light around the line of sight, and the empty room could be vaguely seen, but there was no Su Zinan or neither. Zhang Xiaoye: There is no mother, and no father, but the faint blue light flows slowly in the dark night.

　　 Hugo lifted the quilt and walked down the floor barefoot, pulling open the curtains, and the cold moonlight tilted down to fill the room instantly, and the familiar Sunset Boulevard outside the window immediately came into view. This is Los Angeles, Los Angeles in 1992.

The reality returned to the body again, and his head gradually became clear. He and Joseph had just finished the audition for "Yihai Xiongfeng" today. After returning, Hugo had no time to buy second-hand furniture, so he could only borrow Alex's bed. Tool, simply made the bed, and then turned off the lights and rested after washing.

The dim light in the dense night is like the light of fireflies, dotted on both sides of the Sunset Boulevard, like a flowing fluorescent river slowly extending forward, and then merged into a sea of ​​stars and lights, that may be bright or dark. The spot of light floating in this vast ocean, dazzlingly bright, but also more and more set off the loneliness in the surrounding darkness. The world beyond the light is only the halo of the moonlight, and you can vaguely see the waves crashing on the beach, occasionally vehicles speeding by the road, and people's cheers and screams moving freely in the sea breeze.

　　 The night is noisy but lonely.

　　 Hugo sighed for a long time. He knew that he had just dreamed.

What happened to the Glory to the Dead? Hugo calmed down and pondered carefully, did he exchange souls with Hugo Lancaster, or did he simply replace Hugo Lancaster, then Does it mean that Chen Huguo also passed away in 2014? If this is the case, what about the performance of the Glory To Death Band? What about the hard work they have waited for ten years, worked hard for ten years, and struggled for ten years, aside from the fact that the six people before and after them are all running away from home and pursuing their dreams without hesitation. Say, just say that they have given everything in order to chase their dreams, is it going to be nothing in the end? Not to mention the parents who are waiting for them to go back.

parents. Hugo recalled his father and mother. They hadn’t returned home for ten years. Although they were in contact, the faces of their parents in Hugo’s memory still looked like they were not old. Now, they should all be old. Maybe there should be some white silk on the temples. If they knew that they had passed away, how would they react?

Feelings of guilt surged in an instant and immediately swallowed Hugo, tears invaded like this without warning. Standing in place, Hugo supported both hands on the window sill, clearly watching the tears fall drop by drop, and then His vision was completely blurred, leaving only patches of halo.

After the journey, Hugo has been telling himself that this is an opportunity, an opportunity to realize his dream, so he cheered up and participated in the audition of "Dahe Love". After failing, he revived and participated in "Scent of Fragrance". The shooting of "Knowing a Woman" has continued to the audition of "Yihai Xiongfeng" today. All this happened too quickly and so beautifully~www.wuxiahere.com~ What I dreamed of was realized in this way, even if the process is full of hardships, even if I have to persevere in my unremitting efforts, Hugo is always happy in it. .

　　 But tonight, when he dreamed back at midnight, Hugo suddenly realized that he wanted to go home. Not referring to his home in Los Angeles, but his real home. He missed his glorious teammates, and he missed his parents. Even if he won the second chance in his life through the journey, even if the happiness under the spotlight is within reach, his parents and friends in his life are irreplaceable, even if he has reached the pinnacle of his career.

　　 For the first time, Hugo hated this inexplicable crossing, and he faced a poisoned one. With the poisonous skin, he has to face a series of negative effects brought by the Golden Raspberry Award and Tracy. He has to face the struggling as an actor, but he does not even have a friend by his side. Don't talk about relatives.

　　 If there are no friends or relatives, even if it is chasing dreams, Hugo does not think he can carry on by himself.

Suddenly, Hugo became scared. He was afraid that his bandmates and parents would suffer because of him. He was also afraid that he would be swallowed by time in Los Angeles in 1992, and then turned to ashes. It is even a proof of existence in this world. Can't find it.

At this moment, Hugo was so helpless, helpless like never before. He lifted up his dim tears. There was only an endless halo around him, but there was nothing to be found. There was even one in the empty room that could warm Hugo. None of the objects. The surrounding dark night was quietly melted by the faint blue moonlight, and everything in the room was covered with a cool and bright halo, but Hugo felt the bone-to-heart cold, one shiver, and then another shiver.