Carrying the misty coffee, Charlize walked to the hall, sat down in the corner of the sofa, and slept in the corner, and couldn't help but start to daze.

At this time, Hugo would definitely get up, make coffee, flip through the newspapers and magazines I just arrived at today, and discuss some strange topics with Alex... Maybe Joseph and Carl would also walk down one after another and grop directly at the direction of the coffee in the kitchen... When he appeared, Hugo would definitely urge him to use the bathroom quickly, and not to procrastinate... Occasionally, Hugo would start exercising in front of the window or raising his voice, but it would definitely end with Ernst's fierce curse... Otherwise, it would be mixed with Alex's howling at the bathroom door and the sound of Samora asking for the breakfast menu in the kitchen...

The house is so lively, but today it is so quiet, as if there is no sound at all, which makes Charlize feel the ubiquitous emptyness.

She should have been ready for a long time, right? Before Hugo, everyone mentioned moving countless times, didn’t she? More than ten days ago, Hugo officially said she was moving out, and Samora started looking at the house at that time, right?

All of this had a long brewing process, but why did she still feel that everything came too fast, as if it was lightning-rushing, and before she realized it, the home was empty.

Sitting on the sofa, the quiet surroundings were filled with indescribable loneliness, just like the moonlight slowly fainting in the air at midnight, mixed with the thick night, covering all the scenery with a layer of mist, and the whole world seemed to be left with only one's own moments. This made Charlize very uncomfortable.

She lowered her head and took a sip of coffee. Today's coffee was particularly bitter, which made Charlize frown slightly, but she didn't plan to stand up and add honey and milk, but just sat there blankly and savored it carefully. Hugo once said that the bitterness of black coffee settled in her mouth would bring the faint fragrance of coffee beans, dancing on the tip of her tongue, and then leave a hint of sweetness and mellow fragrance, which slowly emanated.

But Charlize didn't taste anything, "This liar." Charlize curled his lips and complained softly. She adjusted her sitting position, but suddenly found that there was a sheet of paper creaking under her butt. She reached out and took it down, fumbled for a while, and actually found a label of red wine.

Charlize looked carefully and found that this was the cheap red wine of 50,81 yuan purchased in the supermarket. The one they drank last night, why is it that only the packaging label left, and the red wine bottle is gone. Charlize looked around and searched, but couldn't find the red wine bottle. I don't know if it was thrown under the sofa or was tidied up and taken away by them as garbage.

Charlize leaned back on the back of the sofa with abandoning, smoothed the wrinkles of the label bit by bit with the fingertips of his right hand, and looked at it casually and repeatedly, but suddenly realized that the back, which should have been snow-white, was densely written at this time, which made Charlize's brow frown again.

This is Hugo's handwriting, and Charlize is no stranger to it.

Charlize originally thought it was just a essay by Hugo, but after looking carefully, he realized that it was actually a lyric, a lyric that Charlize had never heard of before. Charlize fell silent, and the fragmented memories in his mind outlined the scene of last night.

She was holding a red wine bottle and howled and sang a song. Hugo sat on the floor on the coffee table, smiling so hard that she couldn't stand up. Later, she was tired of singing and said she needed a rest. She tilted on the sofa, kicked Hugo's arm, and asked Hugo to sing a song, but Hugo didn't want to do so, which made her look disgusted and lying on the sofa and kept talking. After Hugo laughed, she sat in the same place, as if she was placing something there, but her mind was a little confused and she didn't care too much. When she realized that, she didn't know where the label was thrown. Hugo suggested that she should change to a vinyl record and then continued to organize it. She forgot about this.

The picture in her head was fragmented and blurry. Charlize could not remember the details at that time, only remember her out of control and Hugo's unscrupulous smile, that's all. She didn't know if this was written by Hugo last night, maybe it was written by a long time ago, maybe it was forgotten by Hugo's previous casual creation. She had no way to be sure.

Looking down at the label in his hand, Charlize's chaotic brain calmed down like this.

"Can you say something? I'm about to give up on you. If you want, I will be that person; no matter where I go, I will follow you.

Can you say something? I'm about to give up on you. I just feel so small. This feeling lingers in my mind for a long time; it makes me at a loss, gets mad and uneasy and falls into the sky. Love, I'm still learning, but it's hard to walk.

Can you say something? I'm about to give up on you. I'm sorry that I can't give you everything you want. I'll follow you wherever you go. Can you say something? I'm about to give up on you. I'll let go of all my pride and dignity. You are the person I love; but I want to say goodbye.

Can you say something? I'm about to give up on you. Say something."

Just such a simple, clean lyric, without cumbersome modification, without profound meaning, and without complex sentences, is so simple and clear lyrics, but it is like a poem that is straight into the heart. It instantly defeated all Charlize's heart and directly hit the softest part of her heart, making her stunned in place.

"Say.something" is just a sentence, but I can have countless understandings. Say something quickly, or I will leave. As long as you say something, I will let go of all dignity and pride and stay, and do whatever you want; say something quickly, or all this will become the past, and all love, family and friendship will be shattered. As long as you say something, I will be willing to give each other another chance and take a gamble. Say something quickly, otherwise it will be separated by heaven and man forever, and the hourglass of life seems to be coming to an end. As long as you say something, I will not give up saving you, even if the doctor gives up, even if the swords and mountains of fire, I will persevere...

Maybe, maybe this is how I understand... I will not turn around and leave if I can say something, and I will stay and tell you the truth of the matter. All the entanglements and troubles buried deep in my heart are poured out, even if everything is destroyed after it is said, it is still at will. As long as you say something.

Charlize looked at the simple packaging label in his hand, and the flowing fonts outlined Hugo's handsome face bit by bit, but she felt that she could not breathe, and her heart was hit hard, and all the ups and downs of the bitterness and sorrows instantly surged. Before she realized it, tears fell from her eyes and fell into the black coffee, causing ripples.

Her heart was empty, as if she was slowly falling from a high altitude. The parachute bag on her back opened, allowing her to land slowly, but there was an endless abyss under her feet. No matter how she fell, she could not land. The feeling of emptiness that she could not reach the world and was not touching the ground made her panic. Even if she stretched out her hand and struggled, even if she tried her best, she could not find a point of leverage. She could only float like a feather, accompanied by the light breeze. The uncertainty and instability made her heart fall into endless fear.

The bitter taste of the tip of her tongue began to roll violently, and she finally tasted the sweetness and mellow fragrance at the end of the coffee. The light sweetness mixed with the rich coffee fragrance slowly spread and danced on the tip of her tongue. This made a smile on the corner of her mouth, and Hugo did not lie to her. However, the tears in her eyes were once again filled with tears.

This is just her random thoughts, right? She can't determine whether this is Hugo's creation last night, right? She can't determine whether this is a lyric, right? She can't determine who the song is written, right? She can't even confirm that the handwriting on the label is written by Hugo, right? This lyrics look like it is to save the last call of love, and it has nothing to do with friendship, right? Love is gradually alienated due to long-term silence, and something must be said to save it, right? That unforgettable attachment and sadness that penetrates the bones can only be love, right?

And she and Hugo are just friends, right?

Yes, all of this is right. This is just a false signal released by her brain, because she doesn't like separation, and she doesn't like any kind of separation; because she and Hugo are good friends, good friends who have lived together for three years, she just simply can't bear to leave her friends; because her habitual life pattern has been broken, she just began to not get used to it...

This must be the case.

Charlize lowered her eyes, she had already begun to miss her friend.

Sitting in the corner of the sofa, Charlize looked at the packaging label in his hand, for a long time, for a long time... Finally, he folded the label neatly, held it in his palm, and heated it bit by bit with the temperature of his palm. Holding the coffee, Charlize walked to Hugo's room door in a daze.

Hugo's room door was not closed, it was empty inside. Although there were still beds, wardrobe and desks, there was no or no on it. Even the garbage was cleaned up, as if we were welcoming the next tenant, but such neatness made Charlize feel uneasy. She didn't like this.

She lowered her head and took a sip of coffee. At this time, the coffee had cooled down. The bitterness of the black coffee rushed towards her like a beast in the sea, making Charlize's brows tangled together. But she resisted the urge to spit out, swallowed it, and then felt the bitterness of the tongue as if it was ashes, showing a contemptuous expression, and shouted to the room, "Liar!"

The voice echoed in the room, but there was no response. Closed his eyes and Hugo's response seemed to ring in his ears, "Haha, you idiot, of course you can't drink cold black coffee."

She just missed her friends, missed her friends...it was it just that, right?
Chapter completed!