Chapter 900 900 Long Road
It is not difficult for Hugo to compose on the spot, but it is not so easy to create an excellent song on the spot, especially in this sudden situation, Hugo is a little bit in a hurry. Creation requires the collision of inspiration. One moment Hugo was still arguing with Jie, and the next second he was going to compose a song, which is really not a normal rhythm.
No guitar was found at the scene. Jay Leno's sudden move completely disrupted the program team's pre-planning. No guitar was prepared at the scene! This suddenly made everyone in a hurry.
Seeing this chaotic situation, Hugo laughed, "Jie, if you want to trick me, I think it's more reliable to prepare in advance."
Facing Hugo's ridicule, Jie was not shy at all, "If it really doesn't work, I don't think Perry would mind lending you his guitar temporarily." Perry was referring to the "Tonight Show" live band. member.
"It seems that I have no chance of escaping today." Hugo laughed dumbly, with a helpless expression on his face, but at this time everyone was still looking for the guitar, Joseph standing in the audience gave Hugo a signal, indicating that Samora went to the car Got the guitar. There was no guitar at the scene, but Hugo had an acoustic guitar in his car for a long time, and Samora must have gone to get that one.
After Hugo got the hint, he knew he needed to delay for a while, and then he turned the subject to Mr. Rabbit, "So, bunny, talk to me, think of me as Oprah, you know, talk about this relationship, say Tell me what you're thinking, give me some inspiration, hit me."
After Hugo finished speaking, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Jay, as if he was saying, "Today we should send Oprah a reward", and Jay also shrugged and said, "I think tonight's 'Oprah Talk Show' will be rated. If you rate your grades, you will be rewarded." This exchange of eyes made the audience chuckle.
Mr. Rabbit stood in the position, but couldn't laugh, he hesitated for a while with the microphone, "Uh... I, I've been with her for ten years, yes, ten years. We met in the tenth grade. , she's perfect, but I..." Mr. Rabbit pointed to his dress, "I am Mr. Rabbit." Just two sentences made the atmosphere of the scene settle down, and everyone listened quietly.
"But we were still together. She held my hand. Later, she was admitted to the University of Chicago, and I became a car mechanic and followed her to Chicago." Mr. Rabbit's language is very simple, It is even a little pale, and the story is explained in fragments, "We once fantasized about the future, I want to marry her, I want to spend my life with her, I want to have three children with her, two girls and a boy..." But precisely It is such a simple language, but it makes this story full of the weight of reality.
"But you know, life is not so beautiful, I can't give her the life of her dreams. Three years ago, she went to New York to find a way out, and I stayed in Chicago to give her a future. Later... Later She was engaged to a man on Wall Street, and I tried to save the relationship, but after struggling for two years, I finally let go." Mr. Rabbit's words had no force or color, but there was a calm contagion. , let everyone settle down.
"I've been having the same dream lately, when we first came to Chicago, we lived together, and I had to go to work every morning, and she woke up early every day, made me breakfast, and watched me go Going to work. You know, she's actually a very lazy girl. Her favorite thing to do in high school was to sleep in. We only met because she slept too much and was late. But...she quietly sets the alarm every day and puts it in her Under the pillow, so that it wouldn't wake me up and let me sleep a little longer. She made me breakfast for five years, you know, five years..."
Having said this, Mr. Rabbit stopped, and the entire lecture hall was silent, "I...I," he tried to say something, but found his voice was a little choked and a little weak, "I tried to forget her, I Trying to move on, but it's just too difficult."
Hugo took the guitar that Samora handed over, but he didn't start writing in a hurry, but quietly looked at the man in the funny rabbit suit. , Hugo seemed to see that Jie turned his head and wiped the corner of his eyes, but Hugo was not sure, because he was also immersed in his own thoughts at the moment. He thought of his father and mother.
How did Adam get here all these years? Those long years, how he endured and persevered, he was still alone all these years, because he couldn't forget Lina, or because he was worried about himself.
Thinking of this, Hugo felt a little heavy. Mr. Rabbit's words were only a few words, fragmented, pale and powerless, and he couldn't even piece together a complete story, not to mention that he was moved to tears, but his simple story was full of helplessness and sadness.
Ten years, how many ten years are there in life? All the sweetness, hardships, hardships, quarrels, confrontations, happiness, and joys all vanished at the moment when one side turned around, and then became memories that could never be changed or moved forward.
A lot of times, memories are hurtful.
Hugo heard the choked sobbing in Mr. Rabbit's voice, and his heart trembled slightly. The sparks in his mind were ignited like this. His fingertips touched the cold strings. And the moving chord sounded, and before the brain responded, the touch of the fingertips had already outlined a melody, the slight trembling was the composition of the musical melody, and it was the resonance of inner emotions.
The most moving melody in this world is always the most sincere emotion in the heart, just like at this time, there is only an acoustic guitar and no other musical instruments, but it outlines the turbulence and vicissitudes of the heart, just two eight beats, Makes eyes turn red.
"You used to hold my hand, but in the end you left me, maybe I'll never meet you again. Tell me how to fill the emptiness in my heart, what would life be like without love? Every understanding We all know that we have been together through thick and thin, and I don't want this so-called freedom at all. Will all this pain go away on its own?"
The hand that had been held tightly for ten years suddenly loosened, and then parted ways to carve out a new life of their own, but is it really that simple to say goodbye to the past?
Hugo's slightly low voice with a little hoarse voice came out through the microphone. The vicissitudes of the heart melted into the sad and beautiful melody. This is not a ballad like "Sunburn". It's pure rock, metal rock, but the drums and bass are missing at this time, and it is a little thin, but the tenderness and delicacy of the acoustic guitar have been brought into full play, which made all the audience quiet, and the shock hit the face. Come: It turns out that metal rock can also be interpreted in this way.
"Will all this pain go away on its own?" This simple and pale question is full of despairing grief, as if seeing the pair of tearful eyes lifted up, the tears in the tears reflect the bitterness in the heart And pain, turned into a black hole in an instant, swallowed everyone into it, and then was surrounded by endless darkness.
In a few words, Mr. Rabbit's state of mind was clearly outlined. The whole person seemed to be floating in mid-air, unable to see the future or return to the past. Unable to escape, this turbulent life devours all life and all joy.
"Whenever I look around, but I can't see you, I know that I still have a long, long way to go (I. Got. A. Long. Long. Long. Way. To. Go), before I can reach you Farewell to the past..."
Hugo's voice began to ferment and rise along with the guitar strings, and all the negative emotions were vented in an instant, just like a thunderstorm in the summer, the sun was shining one moment, and the next second, the rainstorm hit, and the beans were big. The raindrops made the whole world blurred, leaving only a hazy patch.
Mr. Rabbit was suddenly defeated like this, and all the defenses in his body were defeated. He slumped his shoulders in embarrassment, like a three-year-old child abandoned by his mother in an amusement park. The surrounding noise was still there, but he was howling loudly. Crying, but no one paid him any attention, he was alone crying loudly, and the noise and heat of the world only made his loneliness more sad. He wanted to find an exit, but it was all in vain, he could only stand in place and keep wandering.
That kind of loneliness, that kind of despair, that kind of sadness hit his heart like lightning, making all defenses crumble.
"Oh... I still have a long, long way to go. Before I can say goodbye to my past life, I will forget you, forget you."
Hugo's singing was like a sobbing voice, like a warrior rushing into the storm, venting all the pain in his heart heartily, his tears melted in the torrential rain, and the sky flashed and thundered, but he was fearless, Anger released the emotion completely, and the singing from the soul went straight to the sky.
Ten years, a long ten years, it takes a lot of energy to walk through this decade, and it takes more energy to forget this decade. This is not an easy task. Before forgetting this decade, after forgetting this decade Before all the bits and pieces in life, there is still a long, long way to go before we forget to walk hand in hand with "you" for ten years.
Only, this time, I am alone on this road. Lonely, lonely, fearful, sad, hurt, I am all alone to admit that this road is too hard, too painful, too difficult.
"Long. Long. Way. To. Go", just like the past ten years, the road ahead is still long and confusing, and the bitterness in it can only be tasted by myself. Tears burst at this moment, not because of sadness, but because of catharsis.