Chapter 609 609 Long Memory

Hugo stood there and watched Adam's figure disappear into the soft light of the hotel lobby little by little. Adam's generous back was stained with vicissitudes because of the passage of time, but he was stubborn and stubborn. He was as strong as ever when he was young, and it seemed that even time could not overwhelm his arrogance.

However, the weathered hair and the gully-shaped face still revealed the ruthless traces of the years. Suddenly, Adam's footsteps stopped, and he coughed violently. His straight back had to bend slightly. Old Jack, who was walking in front, wanted to come over with a worried expression, but Adam directly raised his right hand. Stopping Old Jack's movements, he turned around in a hurry and walked to the potted plant next to him.

Hugo realized that Adam didn't want others to see his fragility and old age, especially him, he subconsciously hid by the door, avoiding Adam's swept eyes. Sure enough, after Adam turned around, he deliberately glanced at the door and made sure he didn't see Hugo before he quietly walked to the potted plant at the door.

Hugo stood in the shadow of the doorway and saw Adam coughing continuously. He coughed so violently that the whole person curled up, and then he tried to reach into his pocket to get something, but his palm kept shaking. However, even the simple act of digging out something is so hard. In that cream-yellow halo, Hugo watched Adam's slightly trembling left hand, constantly fighting with the small box in his pocket, but the terrifying cough kept coming.

In an instant, Hugo's eyes were filled with tears. Before he noticed, his father had already been eroded by the years. The hunched back and the trembling left hand were outlined in the soft light. The traces of the years have easily hit the softest part of Hugo's heart.

Adam finally stopped the trembling of his left hand, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, then quickly took out a cigarette from it, stuffed it into his mouth, lit it quickly, and took a hasty puff, but it caused more trouble. He coughed violently, but when he exhaled a puff of smoke, the originally painful and struggling expression relaxed and was replaced by a contented contentment.

Only at this time did Hugo realize that Adam didn't smoke this night, just because he was worried that his son was allergic to nicotine, he should be a smoker at this time.

Tears overflowing in his eyes just fell down like this. At this moment, Hugo's heart was filled with bitter warmth like this. This is father's love, stubborn, rough, tough but just as warm.

Looking at Adam's comfortable expression standing next to the potted plant, this brief moment of joy slowly climbed his eyebrows, and the craving for smoking that had been suppressed all day was finally relieved at this moment, making the whole world a better place. This made the memories in Hugo's mind keep rolling, sometimes it was the memory of Chen Yuguo when he was a child, and sometimes it was the memory of Lancaster when he was a child. Hugo's chest was instantly occupied with warmth, so much so that his breathing stopped.

"Back when I was a child, when I was still innocent and ignorant, my father would lift me up and dance with my mother and me. Then, hold me in circles until I fell asleep, my father would carry me upstairs, I know My father loved me deeply. If I had another chance to walk with my father and dance with my father, I would put on a song that never ends. How I want to dance with my father again.”

The turbulent memory made Hugo unable to move at the moment, and the intimate memories of his childhood with his father came in in an instant. Childhood memories are always trivial and fragmented. When children grow up, the most profound memories are often the years after school and adolescence, but it is easy to forget the good times of childhood. Hugo is like that.

In Hugo's memory, his father was always serious, stern and strict, his unsmiling face always kept the distance between them, and the quarrels day after day and year after year gave him the opportunity to forget his father's care their own face, which made each conversation more difficult and more intense.

But to this day, the flood-like memory has drowned Hugo. He can recall his joyful laughter when his father lifted him high and tossed him high, and he can recall his father and mother dancing. He was naughty when he ran in to make trouble. He could recall the peace and warmth when his father went into the room to sleep with his sleepy but stubborn self, and he could recall the apprehension when he subconsciously hid behind his father after he got into trouble. ... The trivial memories are like sunlight penetrating the forest, scattered scattered, but illuminating the world.

"When I didn't want to listen to my mother, I would run to my father, and he would try to make me laugh, comfort me, but in the end let me do as my mother said, and that night, while I was sleeping, He'd put a dollar under my sheets, never thought my father would leave me. If I could just look at my father again, take another dance step, and do one last dance with my father, I'd play a song that never ends The tune. Because how much I want to dance with my father again."

Since when did his relationship with his father begin to become estranged? The memory has gradually become blurred, and he only remembers the endless quarrels, the endless stalemate and the countless confrontations.

However, at this moment, Hugo looked at the expression of his father stretched out because of a cigarette in front of him, thinking that his father had traveled thousands of miles to the big city that he had always rejected because he was worried about him, all the emotions in his chest began to start. When the embankment broke, he missed the years when he lived peacefully with his father, the warmth, the solidity and the happiness, which made people miss them so much.

The warm tears in his eyes wet his cheeks, and in the blurred vision, the figure of his father became clearer and clearer. Hugo could see it so clearly that the man in front of him, Adam Lancaster, used his belongings. In his own way, he poured all the love he gave as a father and as a parent to his only son, he didn't ask for anything in return, he didn't ask to be understood, he just gave silently, and then enjoyed the loneliness all by himself. and happiness.

How much Hugo wants to dance with his father again, if there is such an opportunity, he will hope that the song will never end, and he can accompany his father forever and ever. But he has missed an opportunity. Chen Hugo will never be able to realize this wish, so what about Hugo Lancaster now?

What if one day Hugo Lancaster also lost this opportunity?

"Sometimes I would be outside my mother's door and I would hear her crying thinking about my father, and I prayed for my mother, and I prayed for my mother.

I know I'm asking too much, but can you send the only man she loves back? I know you don't normally do this, but my Lord, how she wants to dance with her father again! The same dream recurred every night after falling asleep. "

There is no regret medicine in the world, and there is no turning back in life. If Hugo misses his second chance again, he does not know if Lena Lancaster will cry on the pillowcase, but he knows that his tears will not stop , his prayers will not stop, his dreams will never stop, and more importantly, even tears, prayers and dreams will not give him a third chance.

"Dance. With. My. Father", this is a dream, this is a memory, this is more of an expectation, this is all Hugo thought about his father, Adam is now he is the only one in the world Some relatives are gone, and he can't miss this opportunity again.

Thinking of this, Hugo's hands began to tremble, so much that he had to hold his hands tightly to calm himself down, he couldn't let Adam see the turbulence in his heart, it would frighten Adam, because he It's not the kind of personality that leaks all emotions out. Therefore, Hugo clenched his fists, and then wiped away the tears on his face with his palms, hoping that his embarrassment would not be seen through by Adam.

At this time, Adam had finished smoking, he put out the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can, then turned around and walked towards the hotel.

Seeing Adam's back, Hugo rushed out and shouted, "Dad." Hugo's slightly nasal voice echoed in the lobby, causing Adam to stop.

Adam turned his head and saw Hugo standing in the shadow of the door. Because of the backlight, he could only see a vague figure of Hugo, but he couldn't see Hugo's expression clearly, "What's wrong?" He I don't know why Hugo left and came back, so he directly asked his own question.

The sentence "I love you" came to his lips, but he couldn't say it out. Hugo looked at Adam quietly, looking at Adam's slightly frowning eyebrows, the worry that was well hidden in his eyes was so familiar , He suddenly felt that he was a little bad, and he couldn't say "I love you", which is very normal for Westerners, even at this moment.

Hugo could only comfort himself, if he suddenly said "I love you" like this, Adam would have been frightened too, so he pulled out a big smile, "It's okay, I just forgot to tell you, you I'm really happy to see me in LA today. And...thanks."

Adam listened to Hugo's words, but looked away somewhat unnaturally. He was not used to expressing his emotions, and he was also not used to hearing his son express his emotions in public, but it was undeniable that his heart was deep. There was such a ray of warmth flowing, which made his dry eyes suddenly itchy, he had to blink a few times in a row to hide his embarrassment, and then quickly coughed a few times, "After all, it's Christmas, isn't it?"

After saying this, Adam didn't wait for Hugo to continue to answer, he frowned again and looked at Hugo, and said sternly, "What the hell are you talking about, it's already very late, hurry up. Go back." Then, Adam turned and left in a hurry, as if he was running away.

Hugo stood there, watching Adam disappear into the elevator, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a warm glow burst out from the tears, and then he turned around and walked towards the house step by step. direction forward.