Chapter 1009 1009 Potter's Mother

After the chaos just now, everyone in the coffee house seemed to have lingering fears, but after all, it was someone else's private matter, so everyone took their attention back and returned to their own world.

The same is true for Hugo and Charlotte, but Charlotte's reaction seems to be more intense. She is very resistant to "suicide" because she is a person who loves life. In her opinion, being able to live is a blessing Although life may not always be good, learning to enjoy life is the most important thing.

Hugo agrees with Charlotte's point of view, but he is not as radical as Charlotte, because he always believes that everyone's situation is different, and no one can really understand 100% of the client's thoughts. What's more, suicide actually requires courage, and not everyone has the courage to end their own lives.

Seeing Charlotte, who was yelling "going out to get some air", Hugo laughed dumbly. As expected, Charlotte said goodbye to Hugo in a hurry, then left the Elephant Cafe, disappearing into the heavy blue rain outside. , reckless behavior, Charlotte's floating life may seem to many people to be a disaster, but Hugo knows that at least Charlotte enjoys it.

Hugo picked up the still fragrant coffee in front of him, and began to flip through the newspapers on the counter of the coffee house. Scotland seemed to be clamoring for independence again, which made Hugo laugh, because he remembered that it was 2013 or 2014. In 2008, Scotland was still calling for this matter, as if a referendum would be held, but it was not known what the final result would be.

At this time, Hugo felt a line of sight projected over him. He raised his head and saw the smile of the woman sitting not far away. In addition to thanks, those eyes were filled with lingering fears. Hugo knew that the woman finally figured it out. If she really just left just now, the daughter who was waiting to be fed would be the most pitiful. So, Hugo showed a smile to the woman, expressing encouragement.

"Hello, I'm Joanna Rowling..." The woman expressed her thanks again, but Hugo felt that he had not helped much. He could feel that the woman was still very depressed. If she really had a tendency to depression If so, you will need to seek professional psychiatrist help. However, Hugo's words were only normal, and the strong sense of familiarity that emerged in his brain made his words stop.

Joanna Rowling, why does the name sound so familiar. Hugo is really not very good at remembering names, even if the strong sense of familiarity almost stopped his brain, but correspondingly, he has no way to associate the true body of the name. This feeling of knowing the answer but not being able to think of it is really bad.

"Psychiatrist?" Joanna smiled wryly and twitched the corners of her mouth. "If I remember correctly, it shouldn't be covered by medical insurance." Joanna looked at her daughter who was sleeping peacefully in the stroller, and gently Shrugged, "I'm receiving government subsidies now, and I don't think the rent can be afforded, so I think..."

Hugo forcibly suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his mind, and seriously looked at Joanna in front of him. Although he had already felt her embarrassment just now, because the whole situation was in chaos, Hugo didn't have time to take a good look at each other.

At this time, Joanna looked very thin and thin, with only a handful of bones in her thin shoulders, which made the dark brown sweater look like it was hanging on a hanger. Her messy hair did not have any luster, and at a glance, she knew it was three meals a day There is no sequelae of eating well, and the yellow-brown cheeks are still gray, it looks like fifty years old, but there are not too many wrinkles at the end of the eyebrows, which is not in line with "fifty years old", it can be It can be inferred that she should be much younger than her apparent age.

The most important thing is that although she has just recovered herself and temporarily abandoned the idea of ​​suicide, the haggard and bitterness between her brows still lingers, like the navy blue rain curtain outside the window, letting people see anything. Light of hope.

Hugo's gaze shifted slightly. The stroller was worn out and looked like it had been used for some years. The stroller was covered with a plum coat, but the cufflinks of the coat were very worn. It looks like a disgusting pile of weeds.

Although Joanna didn't say anything, Hugo knew that she was in a bad situation.

"Tough times?" Hugo raised his eyebrows slightly, put down the newspaper, and looked at Joanna with his hands on the table. Joanna's confused eyes looked at Hugo, with a slight hesitation and resistance. Indeed, they only knew each other for less than 20 minutes. Even if Hugo saved Joanna's suicide, they were still just strangers, and Joanna naturally couldn't believe Hugo right away.

Hugo didn't mind either, and twitched the corners of his mouth, "You know, many times failure doesn't mean the end, but a new beginning. I'm not trying to say that failure is the mother of success, but..." Hugo's teasing made Joanna twitch her lips slightly and chuckle, "I've been thinking, a lot of times failure is a reminder, maybe it's a reminder that we should be alert to past mistakes and create conditions for success... Well, failure is indeed the mother of success." Joanna burst out laughing this time, she could feel the lightness in Hugo's words, and looking at the shallow smile on the corner of Hugo's mouth, she couldn't help but outline it. corners of the mouth.

"But maybe, failure also tells us that this is the wrong path, and we should change our choice." Hugo said hesitantly. Everyone can say the truth, but it may not apply to everyone. Hugo is just expounding his own experience and his own thoughts. He is not trying to explain Joanna, just a simple communication, hoping to open Joanna's mind, "You know, when we learn to face failure, we can learn not to. If you deceive yourself again, simply stay true to yourself, and invest all your psychology to accomplish the goal that you value most in your heart. Maybe this change is a release instead, allowing you to regain your freedom and see a different future.”

"You're saying that although I have nothing now, at least I still have Jessica and government subsidies, is that what you mean?" Joanna looked at Hugo, the smile on the corner of her mouth softened a little, but it didn't disappear . Hugo raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and shook his head, "This is your word." The innocent look of "I don't know anything" made Joanna smile again, lowered her eyes, lightly He tapped his chin and whispered, "Yeah, my worst fears still linger, but I'm still alive, I have a lovely daughter, and an old typewriter, at least, I can Try to write what's in your head and pray for a new breakthrough before I starve to death."

"Typewriter? Oh, you're a... reporter?" Hugo asked tentatively.

"No, of course not." Joanna laughed, making Hugo inexplicable.

Joanna was thinking of her ex-husband. He was a journalist, a journalist from Portugal. In the early 1990s, being a journalist as the uncrowned king was still one of the most desirable jobs for people. Journalists could even work with doctors and lawyers. Comparable. So Joanna is laughing at the profession of being a reporter and at herself - if she could become a reporter, life would not be so difficult now. Naturally, Hugo did not know these internal causes, and could only be at a loss.

"I'm a writer, oh no, I should say I'm trying to be a writer." Joanna laughed to herself, "It's more accurate to say that I've failed, all others have failed, So, I want to give it a try." Joanna raised her head and looked at Hugo, "Like you said, I should learn to stop deceiving myself and be true to myself. I want to be a writer, a long time ago, When I was in elementary school to be exact. In '89, I had a great idea, I kept trying to write it down, but it was very difficult, and it kept on and off. Maybe, I should put all my energy into this idea. Creation becomes a story."

"Who knows, maybe I'll be a real writer." Joanna stared at Hugo with a shy, reserved smile that didn't match her appearance - she looked like A fifty-year-old woman with such a shy smile is more like a thirty-year-old woman.

Hugo didn't react immediately, just stared at Joanna with wide eyes.

Joanna couldn't see the surprise and astonishment in Hugo's eyes, she only knew that Hugo didn't respond to her, which made her lack of confidence back again, "Oh...I know...Maybe, this is A bad note...I hadn't even written a 2000+ word article before this...oh god, I'm not sure either..."

Hugo choked on his own saliva. He coughed and said, "No...cough, no...no, huh...I mean, you can try, you can try." After that, Hugo hurriedly explained, "You have to know that a great novel starts with an amazing idea. I studied classical literature in college, and before great writers write, they You don't know that your work can have such a huge impact on future generations. So, you don't need to worry, as long as you are willing to try, it is a great first step, isn't it?"

"Are you sure?" Joanna looked at Hugo erratically, her tired brows furrowed again, looking very uneasy.

"Of course, of course," Hugo said quickly and affirmatively. "What did we just say? Failure is a fresh start, isn't it?"

Joanna can certainly be a writer, and she's a successful writer, an amazing writer. Because Hugo finally remembered the name!

Joanna Rowling, to be precise, should be Joanna Katherine Rowling, or J. K. Rowling! Author of the "Harry Potter" series of novels.