Chapter 1855 Chapter 1855 Strong Backing

Once, Hugo thought that the so-called heroes should be like Superman shouldering the heavy responsibility of saving the world, like the Beatles who changed the entire era by himself, and who contributed to the progress of mankind like Martin Luther King My own life... But now, Hugo finally understands that in fact, everyone has their own hero in their hearts, and the image of each hero is different.

For him, his hero is the man who is so dull that he can hardly express his emotions, the man who silently sticks behind him to support him and encourages him to take care of him, the man who bears all the weight of life on his own shoulders. Adam Lancaster.

Hugo recalled the night when he was almost delirious due to high fever in his childhood. His memory was so vague that he could not remember many details of that night. He only vaguely remembered a scorching body temperature, tightly hugging Holding him, as if embracing the whole world, he could even feel that body trembling slightly, as if he was afraid...afraid that if he let go of his hands a little, he would lose him, that fear was so clear and deep, he It was almost possible to see the god of death standing at the end of the bed smiling, but in front of him there was a body firmly in the middle, using that fragile back to resist the god of death's breath, and then forcefully pulled him back from the god of death.

He once thought it was Lena, because when he woke up, what he saw was his mother's gentle face. But at this moment, the memory in his mind is gradually becoming clearer, he can smell the terrible smell of tobacco, he can also see the unkempt beard stubble, the scorching warmth is like a ball of flames firmly engulfing him Surrounded, that figure is not Lena.

That's his hero.

Hugo let out a long breath, and the crystal tears in his eyes blurred his vision, covering everything around him with a thin layer of golden halo, but the smile at the corner of his mouth was gently outlined.

Then Hugo stood up, stood there and looked around in a daze, only to realize that the figure he was looking for was no longer nearby. The turbulent emotions in his heart made him unable to settle down anymore, Hugo strode back to the study, picked up the phone and dialed the familiar number.

After the phone rang for a while, Adam's rough voice came over, "Good afternoon, this is Adam."

"Hey, Dad, it's me, Hugo." Hugo said with a big smile. However, when he heard that familiar voice, the tears finally couldn't be held back, and they slid down his cheeks. He had never missed that voice so much.

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" Still just like Adam's style, simple and rude, "Could it be that those reporters have troubled you? I know these dogs. Shit must not want to settle down. If they don't If you are pleasing to the eye, just throw your fist up and let them taste your power!

"It's okay, it's okay..." Hugo shook his head, but his smile burst into tears. Such a familiar voice made him feel relieved. "You know me. Now those reporters dare not offend me at will, otherwise your rifle will not agree."

Hugo's teasing made Adam scratch his head awkwardly, and he simply said angrily, "If it's okay, then why are you calling me? If you're too free, find something to do! I still have guests here, but I don't have time for you to talk like a bitch."

Hugo seemed to sense Adam's uneasiness, and chuckled lightly. This laughter made Adam more and more awkward, and he felt that something was wrong all over his body. His messy brows were completely knotted together, and he said directly, "Then I'm hanging up!" Adam didn't understand Hugo's meaning at all. Emotions, I couldn't wait to hang up the phone, but at this moment Hugo said "wait", which made Adam pause and said impatiently, "what!"

"I just wanted to tell you that I miss you a little bit."

Hugo's voice came from the receiver, and Adam couldn't help being stunned. At that moment, Adam hardly knew how to deal with it, so that he looked to the side in disbelief, and flipped through the boxes on the counter with his left hand uncomfortably. Cigarette, and then pushed the matchbox next to him, but found that these actions could not relieve his inner tension at all.

Immediately, Adam realized his gaffe, which made him cough twice hard to cover up the emotional fluctuations in his voice. He had to raise his voice, complaining in a rough voice, "So? You are already thirty I'm not a child anymore, do you still want me to take care of you? If you have nothing else to do, let's do it first, I don't have time to accompany you." After finishing speaking, Adam hung up the phone in a panic, almost daring not to Facing Hugo, he slammed down the receiver, but he didn't place it correctly the first time, which made him hurriedly rearrange the receiver, praying that Hugo wouldn't hear his gaffe.

Looking at the innocent phone in front of him that was forcefully hung up, Adam was stunned and stood there quietly, as if his brain couldn't react at all.

After a long time, really a long time, Adam pursed his lips lightly, then coughed twice, and returned to normal, as if nothing had happened, but the slightly trembling fingertips revealed his innermost feelings. The truest emotions. He looked at his trembling fingers, reached out to get the cigarettes on the counter, but just as he picked it up, he seemed to remember something, put the cigarette pack back on the counter with hot hands, and finally twirled his fingertips , clenched his hands into fists and put them in his trouser pockets.

Hugo listened quietly to the busy tone coming from the handset, but did not put down the phone in a hurry, but stood there quietly, thinking for a long, long time, and then said in a low voice, "And ... I love you." For European and American family culture, this is the simplest sentence, the simplest sentence, the most everyday sentence, but Hugo has never been able to say it, until today.

Maybe, one day in the future, he will be able to muster up the courage to say this to Adam face to face, because he really thinks so in his heart.

Taking a deep breath, Hugo gently put the receiver back, then walked out of the study, looked back at Leonardo who was still sitting in the sun, Hugo waved to him, "No Didn't you have lunch? Zamora should be ready, let's go downstairs."

Leonardo lowered his head in embarrassment, wiped the tears on his face in a panic, and muttered and complained, "The sun is so dazzling, it hurts the eyes." But the voice was not loud, and he didn't know that he was hiding from Hugo , or explained to himself, then hurried over, and said nonchalantly, "Where's the big parasol on the balcony? Why don't you take it out? You can sunbathe here in the future."

"Ask Zamora yourself, didn't you put it away with him last time?" Hugo also pretended not to see Leonardo's distress, and walked downstairs with him with a smile.

When he came to the first floor, Hugo saw James who was still in tears. He saw Hugo and Leonardo, wiped the tears on his cheeks in a panic, then stood up, bowed his head in embarrassment, but I don't know what to do. Hugo patted Leonardo on the shoulder, "Go to the kitchen, James and I have a few words to say."

Leonardo pouted, and trotted away. Hugo looked at James, but smiled, "Did you call Lena?"

James shook his head vigorously, pursed his lips stubbornly, and muttered a few words, but Hugo didn't understand, he then said, "Call her, at least let her know that you are safe." Yes." This made James look up like a lightning strike, as if Hugo's next words were to drive him away, but the panicked expression made Hugo laugh, "I mean, you want to stay Los Angeles, this is your freedom, but you should at least let your family know where you are."

Hugo thought for a while, "You said just now that you want to become an actor. If you don't mind, I can introduce you to a professional acting academy for some acting studies. As for what you can achieve, it's up to you It’s over.” There are many reasons for how the turmoil of the Franco family happened, and some of them must belong to Hugo. However, Hugo does not need to be responsible for James, but he does not need to completely disavow himself. , after all, James is innocent. "You can stay here tonight, and tomorrow I will ask Zamora to take you to find a place to live. There are many young people in Los Angeles who come here to study acting. I believe it is not too difficult to find a place to live."

"But...but why can't I stay here?" James said bravely, observing Hugo's expression carefully, "Although I know that you don't want to admit that you are my...brother, but you It can't be denied, can it?"

"James, don't go too far." Hugo felt a little helpless, but showed a serious expression and shook his head, "Your life, my life, there is no intersection..."

"But all of this has already happened." James said loudly, poking his neck, he really wanted to stay, even if he was dead skinned, "I already know your existence, and you also know my existence, so why not? If you're worried that there's no place for me to live here, I... I can sleep in the utility room, or, or just outside in the garage, and I'll be fine."

"James, you are not my responsibility." Hugo tried to explain, but Leonardo poked his head out from the kitchen, "But, I can stay here, why can't he?"

Hugo stared at Leonardo speechlessly, and Leonardo immediately retracted his head like a turtle. Hugo turned his head angrily and looked at James in front of him—he actually made a pitiful begging expression very cooperatively. Hugo shook his head, "You are crossing the line, James, you are crossing the line, you It's not my responsibility, pay attention, you are not my responsibility!"

But after venting, Hugo still let out a long sigh, closed his eyes, unwilling to look at James' puppy-like eyes, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but finally turned around and left without agreeing, But he didn't refuse either.