Chapter 1911: 1911 Special Gift

In American classical literature, William Shakespeare is almost a compulsory course, and many people have spent their entire lives studying Shakespeare, just like Cao Xueqin for Chinese classical literature. But Hugo has always lacked a little enthusiasm for Shakespeare. He always prefers French literature, including Dumas, Rousseau, Voltaire, Balzac, Flaubert, etc., which made Hugo devote more energy. Among them, Victor Hugo's words undoubtedly have a special charm, which makes Hugo intoxicated.

It's not unusual for Allen to give Hugo "Les Miserables" as a gift, but why "Les Miserables"?

Hugo opened the cover and read it carefully. Although Hugo didn't have much in-depth knowledge of French, he could still understand it easily. Then Hugo noticed a detail. The publication time of this book was actually 1862. And it's the first edition. 1862? Isn't this the year that... "Les Miserables" was actually published?

"Jesus Christ!" Hugo couldn't help but sighed, his inner emotions were hard to restrain. This... Could it be the first edition of "Les Miserables"? In this way, Allen packed it casually, and then gave it over as a gift, and was thrown everywhere on the ground by Joseph and the others. If this collection of books is placed at the auction, it is estimated that countless people will loot it.

Allen's gift cannot be calculated by value at all, because the sincerity of the gift has far exceeded the value of the material itself. When he picked up the card again, he saw the words written in scribbled words, "Salute to Thirty—— Alan Strelo", just such a few simple words, but Hugo clearly felt the warmth, which made the corner of Hugo's mouth involuntarily drawn into a smile.

"Hugo, can I open the presents for you?" Zamora watched Hugo sitting quietly beside her without saying a word. She waited impatiently for a long time, and finally couldn't bear it any longer. She broke the silence in the hall. Then he saw Hugo raised his head and showed a bright smile, "Of course, you don't expect me to unwrap all these gifts alone, do you?"

Zamora cheered immediately, and Joseph also picked up a gift, but he did not forget to pat Zamora on the shoulder, "Remember not to lose the card, we will do statistics later." There are at least a few hundred gifts. If no statistics are made, these favors will become a bad debt.

Ignoring the voices of Zamora and Joseph happily unwrapping presents, Hugo slid from the armrest to the sofa and carefully placed Ellen's gift on the coffee table. They are all antiques, and they are all paper products. If you are not careful, they will be torn.

Hugo hadn't seriously studied how to preserve antique books. He used to go to the library to borrow books directly when he was in school, but at least he knew that it must not be too violent, because these papers have gone through years of weather and many hands. become extremely fragile. Therefore, Hugo carefully put it on the coffee table, and planned to ask experts how to collect these antiques.

Sitting on the sofa, Hugo noticed some shock under his buttocks. He looked down and saw that it was also a gift box. When he picked it up, it turned out to be a huge square box. It looked like a pizza box, but it was bigger than a pizza box. The box is a little flatter.

The sound of tearing and tearing next to it sounds like a symphony, which is rare and beautiful. No wonder people always like to open presents, not only because they are looking forward to the items in the gift box, but also because the process of opening presents is like shopping. , let the mood rise involuntarily, Hugo also turned over the pizza box in his hand, trying to find the card on it, but found nothing, he couldn't help standing up, looked on the sofa, but Still haven't found the card, is the card in the box?

Tear, Hugo also opened the box, it turned out to be a pizza box, and it was flattened by Hugo, which made Hugo burst out laughing, if someone really gave him a frozen pizza, That was really the best of the day. Opening the pizza box, Hugo was stunned, not disappointed, but just stunned.

Inside the box was not a pizza, of course not a pizza, but a vinyl record.

It’s no secret that Hugo collects vinyl records. He often finds records on the Sunset Boulevard. Many enthusiasts know Hugo, and even the members of Glory to Death help him find some vinyl records from time to time. However, it is too risky to give away vinyl records, because Hugo has a very rich collection. If it is not a unique or out-of-print, then it is just ridiculous to be generous in front of Hugo. However, in front of him was a vinyl record.

"Shelter. From. The. Storm," by Bob Dylan.

This vinyl record is neither rare nor out of print. Hugo once collected this vinyl record. This record was released in 1975 when Bob was at his peak. It had a large circulation and the song was very popular, so it is not a special product. But precisely because it is very popular, it is not easy to find it now-because everyone keeps it at home, and the quantity is too large, almost everyone has a copy, and there is not much space in the collection market. There is no buyer's market, and naturally there is no People will take the initiative to sell it.

But Hugo's own collection was broken. On that night of "do not believe in fairy tales", Charlize confessed her father's affairs to Hugo for the first time, showing her inner wounds to Hugo without reservation. In front of Hugo, it has remained deeply in Hugo's mind so far. At that time, in order to rescue Charlize who was being followed, Hugo accidentally trampled his vinyl record collection, and no other copies were found after that.

At the beginning, Charlize joked that this was her responsibility, and sooner or later she would replenish Hugo's collection list. However, Hugo did not expect that even he had forgotten, but Charlize did not forget, and chose to give it to him in such a form at such a moment.

Looking at the profile of Bob Dylan on the cover, Hugo's memory drifted gently to that distant night, those trivial conversations have become blurred, but the moonlight and dust floating in the air are still so clear , it seems that every detail is extremely clear, and those pictures are clearly outlined in my mind.

John Waite's single "Missing You" floated slowly in the air, keeping the memory of that night forever in the depths of my mind. "No, I don't miss you because you're gone; no, I don't miss you, even if I say anything. I don't miss you, I don't lie to myself... No, I don't miss you, I don't miss you……"

The familiar melody slowly fermented in Hugo's mind, calming him down. The mixed flavors on the tip of the tongue are dancing, but I can't distinguish the specific emotions, "No, I don't miss you, I don't miss you... Every time I miss you, I hold my breath."

Taking a deep breath, Hugo forced himself to take back the thoughts floating in the air, and refocused his eyes on the record. No wonder there are no cards attached to it, because this gift is so unique, even if there is no card, Hugo knows who the gift is from.

"Hugo, Steven sent you a super 8mm video camera." Samora took the small and exquisite black video camera and ran behind the sofa, "Hey, didn't Charlize send you a frozen pizza? It's really impressive Disappointed! We thought Charlize was planning a surprise win this year."

Hugo grinned, "If it's really a frozen pizza, it's probably been thawed after it's been out for so long, so it shouldn't be eaten."

Zamora immediately made a regretful voice, "If this is the case, it would be a waste of food." But the regretful voice did not last for two seconds, "Oh, it's okay if I don't say it, I will be hungry if I say it this way, you plan to eat Supper?" After speaking, Zamora happily ran towards the kitchen, "Hey, Zamora, Steven's gift for me."

Zamora backed back again, handed Steven Spielberg's gift to Hugo, and then ran to the kitchen, but because the passage between the hall and the kitchen had been blocked, Zamora sent a message. He muttered complainingly, "...But it sure won't bother me!"

Hugo couldn't help but smile, and looked down at the super 8mm video camera in his hand. He knew that this was the medium where Steven's childhood movie dream sprouted, and now Steven gave him another one. This made Hugo curious, and wanted to play with the camera in his hand.

It is not without reason that people like to open gifts, because there may be things they like, things they hate, and things that bring them surprises, even far beyond what they think. Hugo thought for a while, put the camera on the sofa temporarily, then lowered his head and opened the well-preserved vinyl record on his lap, and then he saw that there was Bob Dylan's autograph on the cover. Let Hugo show a slight smile, then unpack the record, carefully step over a large pile of presents, walk to the side of the TV cabinet, put the record on the gramophone, the familiar rustling sound can be heard in the early morning night Slowly floating in the air, the melody is like moonlight, penetrating into every corner of the night little by little.

"That's another kind of life. Tiredness and blood and sweat. Darkness has become a virtue. There is only mud on the road. I came from the wilderness, and my body has disappeared..."

Immediately, Hugo walked to the side again, and shouted to Joseph, "I'll open the presents too!" Hugo was also very curious about what weird gifts would appear tonight. "Where are the gifts for the few of you? I want to see!" Hugo yelled excitedly, the exhaustion in the middle of the night was swept away, and he became more and more excited instead.

It's just... I'm leaving for the production team of "The Truman Show" today, and it's already four o'clock in the morning. Is this really good?