Chapter 1494 1494 Silent

Hugo now feels like a mess. He can't even tell what is going on in his brain. There is no way to sort out a clear idea in his chaotic head. He doesn't know how to react to what happened to Pedro. The countless chaotic thoughts in his mind made him unable to calm down at all.

Hugo only felt that after the chaos in his brain reached the extreme, it became a blank. He didn't even know where he was or what happened. For a moment, Hugo suddenly became confused. He is now In the end is before the crossing or after crossing.

Looking at Pedro's soft figure lying on the ground in front of him, Hugo only felt that Zhang Xiaoye's icy body was lying in front of him like this, and that fresh body lost its temperature little by little. In the cold wind, it gradually became cold and stiff, and Hugo could even clearly see that the eyes that were so high up and splendid suddenly bloomed, and then disappeared, just like fireworks blooming recklessly in the night sky. generally.

Witnessing a life from existence to non-existence, a living person turned into a cold corpse, the body left in place, no traces of colorful soul can be found, only a pale, terrible and disgusting pale.

Hugo's stomach suddenly began to tumble, and the vomiting that should have appeared dozens of minutes ago finally came, and then he ran to the railing in embarrassment and vomited wildly at the pitch-black sea. , as if you want to vomit out your own internal organs, and you want to vomit out your own soul.

I vomited until my stomach became empty and I couldn't spit out anything, but Hugo was still lying on the deck, retching constantly. I don't know when it started. His cheeks were numb from the sea breeze, but he felt no pain at all. It only made Hugo dazed, scared, and panicked.

Hugo didn't know what was wrong with him. He didn't know what he was doing. The inexplicable tears were for Pedro, Zhang Xiaoye, or for his own daze. He kept vomiting at the sea like this. , until the bile had been spit out, he was lying on the cold deck, and gradually quieted down.

The whole deck fell silent, and no one spoke, and no one seemed to intend to speak. Allen stood where he was, his eyes fell worriedly on Hugo's shoulders that were almost completely swallowed by the darkness, and finally turned and left, because he knew that at this moment, the band of glory to death would take time.

Allen turned around and looked at the other side. The coastline was already looming in sight, but he didn't know if the medical assistance that had been waiting on the shore could still be used.

In fact, Pedro had almost woken up just now. He knew everything that happened at the scene, including the fist that Hugo landed on him, but it was not until this time that the pain came violently, because of drug use. The sluggish nerves made him feel like he was walking on clouds—not the wonderful kind, and now that the pain nerves were back to normal, Pedro felt like he was being spun in a dryer for hours.

But Pedro knew that it didn't seem to be the time to cry out in pain. He struggled to sit up, only to find that he was lying in his vomit, and his whole body was sour, even a homeless person didn't So disgusting, the pungent smell made Pedro frown, and he looked up carefully and looked around, Hugo, Alfonso and Neil didn't notice his movements, only Foukin's deep His eyes were hidden in the dark, staring at his every move, which made Pedro involuntarily avoid his sight, but he couldn't even squeeze out his embarrassed expression.

In Fukin's eyes, Pedro's dull brain finally became clear, and he finally realized what happened just now, which made Pedro let out a low groan in annoyance. Moaning, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." As he spoke, the tears in Pedro's eyes fell like this, and he took a deep breath, trying to stop his tears, but all this was to no avail, he Just embarrassed tears.

Alfonso stopped hitting the mast, but didn't look back. He didn't know how he should face Pedro, let alone how to face Hugo. The sense of shame swept over him. Alfonso was overwhelmed, he could only stand stiffly in the same place, constantly cursing himself in annoyance, but other than that, he didn't know how to speak at all.

Hugo didn't look back. He lay on the deck as if he had fallen asleep. He lay there quietly, but his fists were trembling slightly because they were clenched too hard, revealing his innermost feelings. turbulent and surging. Maybe he didn't want to look back, and he didn't dare to look back, lest his reason would lose control again.

Neil was silent for a while, raised his head and glanced at Pedro, then lowered his head again, and after a while, asked in a deep voice, "When did it start?"

Pedro looked at Neil helplessly, and then looked at Hugo in the distance. He clenched his fist and smashed it on the deck twice. The clear pain made Pedro completely After waking up, his eyes finally fell on Neil, opened his mouth, and tried to say something, but all the words of defense were stuck in his throat, and a little voice was released, "The 'Road to Glory' tour when we get to Houston."

Pedro said in a hoarse voice, and the voice that seemed to come from hell startled him.

"I don't know, I don't know, I really don't know... I just wanted to try it out, just try it out... But things gradually got out of control, and I couldn't control it either, if I didn't smoke, I'll be lethargic, the show will start to go wrong, I don't want to go wrong, I don't want to ruin our show... I'm sorry, Hugo, I'm sorry..." Pedro said, tears in his eyes again, he bit He pressed his lower lip and wiped the tears from his eyes fiercely. He didn't want to use pity to win sympathy, but the tears couldn't be wiped away.

"I really didn't want to, but when I realized it, I couldn't stop it... I lingered in various parties, and even met my own drug. Dealer. Son, everything seems to be a matter of course. The... y'know, like everybody in Hollywood, alcohol, drugs, drugs, sex. What do I want, all I can do is go out every night, wandering the streets, trying to find something to do, but... but I don't know why, in the end, it's all the same... I'm scared, and I'm too Empty, I don't want it...or maybe I just want it because I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

Pedro said incoherently that the chaotic words could not make a clear idea at all, but this may be the true portrayal of Pedro: dazed, empty, confused.

"Shut up...shut up! I tell you to shut up!" Hugo's angry roar erupted from low to high, and he sat up directly, those amber eyes like night owls, in the dark night He aimed at his prey, making people shudder, even if Hugo was in a state of embarrassment at this time, his eyes still made people shudder.

Such a Hugo is so unfamiliar, yet so familiar, "I'm sorry, Hugo, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Pedro could only apologize constantly, Pedro clearly knew how much Hugo hated poison. And when he was in Houston, Hugo also warned himself not to smoke. Poison, but he still fell into this quagmire.

Inner fear and guilt are constantly tormenting Pedro. In fact, at the end of last year, on top of the charity event, Pedro and Neil had other reasons for arguing. Pedro had just gone to the bathroom to smoke. The poison came out, and he didn't want to meet Neil. Pedro was worried that Neil would see the clue, so he bluffed and quarreled. Because of that guilt, Pedro vented all his anger towards Hugo.

But deep down, Pedro knew that Hugo had done nothing wrong. The same goes for tonight.

Hugo looked at Pedro with red eyes in front of him, his pale face looked like a vampire, but made his stomach roll again, Hugo shook his head and whispered, "No, you don't need to. I'm sorry, you don't need it, neither does Alfonso, you are all independent individuals, so am I, I can choose what I want to do, I can give up the band work for the actor's work, what position do I have to criticize What about you? You are just my teammates, not my children, I have no right to teach you a lesson, and you have no obligation to accommodate me. No, you are not wrong, you are not wrong, it is me who is wrong, I am an egomaniac, I'm a self-centered bastard, I'm a **** who claims to stand on the moral high ground..."

In front of him, Pedro's face was constantly staggered and overlapped with Zhang Xiaoye's face. The dark night that was coming from all directions was about to swallow him up. Hugo couldn't bear it, and he couldn't bear it anymore. As he said, he is not qualified to ask his teammates to accommodate him, nor is he qualified to discipline his teammates what choices they make.

"Hugo, stop, stop, you fucking stop! You know it's not like this..." Pedro roared frantically, but his brain, which had become a chaos, couldn't organize words at all, and he could only keep denying it. But he saw disappointment in Hugo's clear and transparent eyes, that disheartened color gradually filled the amber color, and the despair that represented giving up stinged Pedro, and tied his throat in one fell swoop Now, I can't say a word, I can only be stiff in place.

The world fell silent again, no one spoke, only the humming of the engine beeping in the night sky. Then Hugo stepped forward and resolutely left the stern, and his figure disappeared into the dark night.

The sea breeze at night is getting more and more raging, but the Chaoyang, which is suppressed under the night, has never been seen. It seems that this night will never end.