Hugo lay quietly on the bed, looking at the boring scenery outside the window, an unknown bird was resting on the tall pine tree. The bird stood on the branches and pecked at its feathers. The warm summer sun was projecting on it, and the light dancing dust outlined a contour beside the bird, as if it was inlaid with a thin layer of gold.

Then the bird suddenly flapped its wings and flew high, stirring up a piece of dust and rotating violently, creating several vortexes, but after the rotation, it slowly settled down, and finally returned to calm again and flowed slowly in the air.

Hugo lay quietly like this, looking at the changing scenery outside the window, without changing, without speaking, without movement, without expression, without any color in his amber eyes, as if he had lost his soul, with only a shell lying on the bed, motionless.

When Adam Lancaster entered the room, he saw this scene. He stood foolishly at the door, looking at his son who had lost weight for two rounds. His pale face had no vitality. He suddenly felt stuffy in his chest, and he couldn't help but turn his sight away.

I heard that this was the fifth day when Hugo kept this situation. I heard that Hugo was still in a nightmare in the middle of the night and was in great pain. I heard that Hugo's friends and even their girlfriends were helpless... Otherwise, Joseph would not contact him. What he was worried about finally happened, and Hugo's tender shoulders were still crushed by heavy pressure.

After Hugo, who was only fourteen years old, ran away from home, Adam was actually worried about the arrival of this day. Although Hugo has always been independent, he is just a child after all. The colorful fame and fortune circle in Hollywood is almost everywhere, and the pressure is everywhere.

Adam once sincerely hoped that Hugo had suffered a blow from society, and then returned to Lanches and lived an ordinary life, and would never be hurt again. But this was his idea. He had no way to ask Hugo to do this, nor did he have the right to ask Hugo to do this, just as he could not accuse Lina of leaving. He did not want Hugo to disappear in his life like Lina. So, Adam closed his mouth, worried and afraid in Lanches's world alone, and then silently paid attention to Hugo's every move.

But looking at his son who seemed to have been exhausted in front of him, Adam once again doubted whether his decision was correct. His hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and he couldn't tell whether it was fear or worry.

Adam took a deep breath, clasped his hands into fists, and calmed down the complex thoughts in his mind. He walked to the bed and sat down in front of Hugo. Adam could see Hugo's amber eyes reflecting his shadow, but Hugo didn't react much and still stared out the window motionlessly.

This made Adam more comfortable.

Adam has never been a good person at words, he is not good at communication, he does not know how to express himself, so Hugo does not look at himself, which can help him relax a little.

Adam sat quietly beside the bed, without saying anything, but Hugo was lying quietly in front of him nervously and in a hurry. He had forgotten when the last time he saw such a fragile Hugo, was it the time he fell off the straw stack at the age of six? No, it seemed to be the night when he was seven years old and had a high fever.

That night, Hugo was completely burned, scaring him and Lina to death. The two of them were rushing to apply alcohol to Hugo, trying to cool him down. At that time, Hugo was small and thin, as if he would fall apart with a hug. Hugo, who was burning in a daze, kept calling "Mom". The painful moan made Lina stand aside and be at a loss. Because they had done everything they should do, but the temperature still couldn't drop.

Later, Adam took off his shirt, hugged Hugo tightly, patted him and comforted him. He kept waiting for him all night. Before dawn, Hugo's body temperature finally slowly dropped. Adam looked at Hugo's lips that began to crack due to dehydration, and didn't know what to do. Then he woke up Lina, who was close her eyes because she was too tired, and handed her son to her.

When Hugo woke up, he saw Lina's loving smile.

Hugo in front of him was as light as when he was seven years old, as if he was a feather, he would leave him at any time. Thinking of this, Adam's heart shrank suddenly, and he quickly avoided his gaze, fearing that his eyes would reveal his inner fear and panic.

Adam sorted out his emotions and looked at Hugo again, but Hugo was still motionless and had no reaction. This made Adam sigh lightly. In fact, there was a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping that Hugo had discovered his embarrassment just now, and then he made a sound of teasing himself.

"Hugo..." Adam said with difficulty. He had countless thoughts and languages ​​in his mind, but he didn't know how to organize it. This made him feel frustrated. "If you don't want to persevere, then don't persevere anymore. You have realized your dream, why bother to torture yourself again? You know, last time I went to buy a saddle and saw the boss watching the video of "Yihai Xiongfeng" there. Old Jack talked to the boss. The boss was an old cowboy in his forties. He said you are the only male actor who can watch in the past two years. If the others were not too fake, or too sissy, they would still be the most pleasing to you. Then that day, Old Jack and I bought a whole set of horse harnesses."

After Adam finished speaking, he didn't know what to say more, so he stopped dryly, touched his pocket in a little cramped manner, trying to take out a cigarette, but as soon as his fingertips touched the cigarette box, he stopped, then put it down with awkwardly, scratching his head in annoyance.

"I remember that after your mother left, there was a time when you were like this, locking yourself in the room and refusing to come out. No matter what I said to you, you wouldn't answer. Of course, I have always said something because I don't know what to say. You always have endless things to say to your mother." Adam smiled awkwardly, as if he was mocking himself.

"Do you remember how you came out later?" Adam's lips curled a little smile, obviously recalling the situation. "It was Old Jack who tricked you out. He said he wanted to take you to the movie, and you opened the door of the room. At that time, he said he wanted to take you to the movie?"

Adam paused, as if waiting for Hugo's answer, but unfortunately he was disappointed because Hugo still had no reaction.

After a while of silence, Adam coughed dryly twice, but the voice in his voice revealed a hint of fatigue, "I still remember it was the 'Great White Jaw'. Later, it was Little Jack who took you to see it? You were frightened when you came back." At this point, Adam also had a little smile on his lips.

"Maybe from that time on, you have made up your mind to become an actor, right?" Adam found the clue in his memory and said in a deep voice. He suddenly realized that perhaps what Hugo needed was not comfort or guidance, but encouragement.

Adam didn't know whether his idea was correct, because he heard from Joseph that Hugo had collapsed due to being too deeply involved in the show and developed symptoms of schizophrenia. The psychologists said that this situation needs guidance. After all, Adam is not a professional and does not know what to do, but looking at his son lying quietly in front of him, Adam decided to give it a try.

"Do you still remember the day you left home? You thought I didn't know your departure, but in fact I was in the attic, watching your back as you left. You were so small that it seemed like a gust of wind would blow you away. Your shoulders were also so thin. You were carrying a big schoolbag, which looked bigger than your body, and it was shaking as if you would fall down at any time..."

Speaking of this, Adam fell silent. He still didn't know whether his original decision was correct.

"But you didn't," Adam took a deep breath, "You disappeared firmly from my vision and came to Los Angeles. Looking back on these years, you are actually amazing, at least I can't do it. You took your own strength to finish college, and then got to where you are today. I don't know much about Hollywood things, but I know that you are my proudest son. You rely on your own hands to realize your dreams. This is the goal that countless people are looking forward to."

"So, I always want to tell you...you're great, you're really great." Adam's voice gradually lowered, as if he was choking, and then he hid all his emotions awkwardly. He was still not used to showing his fragility in front of his son. "Hugo, don't let me regret it, don't let me regret the original decision, don't let me think that I made a wrong decision, don't let me think that your dream is worthless..."

Adam was exhausted again, and he sat quietly in the same place, looking at Hugo. After a long time, he still didn't know what to say. He could only stand up and turn around to leave. But after taking two steps, he couldn't help looking back at Hugo. The hoarse voice was full of fatigue and bitterness. "You have always done well. Without my help and the support of others, you have always done well."

After saying that, Adam walked away from the room with steps, but his steps slowed down one step, one after another, heavy and slow.

But Adam didn't see it. Hugo turned his head for the first time and looked at his father's back. Adam's broad shoulders seemed a little blurred in the sun, but they were still firm, just like in his memory. But at this moment, this firm back seemed a little tired and a little old.

Hugo's eyes were wet without realizing it. He knew what had happened. He knew clearly what had happened in the past few days. But for the first time in history, he had doubts about himself. Whether his persistence was correct, whether his efforts were futile, and whether his direction was wrong, because he was very likely to kill a life, just because he insisted on his own ridiculous and ridiculous acting skills, just because he was shameless and absurdly out of control in his research on acting. It was a life, an irreplaceable life.

Hugo couldn't forgive herself.

But today, Hugo knew that what he needed was not forgiveness, but self-breakthrough, and self-salvation. No one could help him, except himself. Choosing to give up, choose decadence, choose to retreat; or choose to persist, choose to strive forward, and choose to fight? In this multiple-choice question, Hugo's choice has never changed, and should not be changed now.

Just like Matthew, true redemption can only be carried out by oneself.
Chapter completed!