Hugo went back to the trailer and looked at it, and found that his teammates were still immersed in their sleep. He closed the car door lightly, stretched his body, and then slowly took steps along the camp path.

It was around 3:00 p.m. The sunshine in early May was not hot. The cold and moisture of spring in the air gradually disappeared in the light, mixed with the dryness and restlessness of early summer, making the mood fly gently. The breeze brings the rustling fragrance of leaves and the crisp sound of the water flowing in the distance. The noise contrasts the world more quiet and peaceful, and all irritability quietly melts into the soft soil.

The sound of the wind was mixed with a vicissitudes and hoarse singing, which echoed in the nature from a distance and near. Hugo couldn't help but follow the sound. Just over twenty steps away from the place where their trailer was located, a caravan parked with a horse tied up next to it. A soft-haired horse was sniffing. The colorful and rough fabric strikingly occupied all the sights in the lush green area, and a bright bohemian style came to his face. Then Hugo saw a man and a woman sitting on the stone in front of the caravan.

The woman was wearing a big red floral floor-dressed cotton dress, a colorful hollow lace cloak on her shoulders, her hands were covered with countless beads, leather, silver jewelry and bracelets, and a palm-wide knitted tassel headdress on her head; the man was wearing a dark brown leather vest, an ivory linen shirt inside, a bright brown sword bag belt around her waist, a leather water bag and a compass hanging on her feet, and the dark brown boots on her feet were torn to pieces.

At this time, the man was holding an acoustic guitar in his arms, and his fingertips outlined a fresh and transparent melody, and the melodious melody was slowly flowing; the woman was holding a tambourine, gently hitting the rhythm, and humming softly in her mouth, "The Queen of Jiu Ri has been drunk and unconscious, for nine days or more, until her people are tired, they can no longer wait, they cannot continue to wait..."

While singing softly, the hoarse song tells the endless vicissitudes, as if time was slowly flowing between the strings of the guitar. Hugo knew that the woman was singing Jane Grey, the most famous "Nine Day Queen" in the history of the Tudors in the UK. She was a pawn of the palace conspiracy and a victim of male greed and desire. She was pushed to the throne for religious and political reasons, but also because of religious and political reasons, she was deposed only nine days later, and was secretly executed six months after abdication, at the age of sixteen.

In fact, Jane Grey is widely regarded as a Protestant martyr, and her life and death represent the political climate and religious fanaticism in Britain in the 1650s.

Just a few lyrics can tell the background and poetry of that era. This unintentional vicissitudes bloomed with infinite charm in the simple to clear string sounds of men.

This is not the best stage. You can hear birds singing, turbulence, engine sounds and other environments around you. You can also hear the slogans of the camp manager arranged new sleepers not far behind you. At the same time, there were more than a dozen people around with Hugo, and everyone was chirping and talking in a low voice, even louder than the sound of a woman singing, making it impossible to hear the lyrics clearly.

This is not the best performer. It is obvious that men and women are just singing casually. This is the nature of gypsy people. During the wandering journey, they can pick up musical instruments at any time and even need musical instruments. The two people in front of them don’t know if they are gypsy people, but the rich boho style and this fresh and moving folk song, the image of the unruly bard is outlined in groups of three or three.

However, Hugo couldn't help but immerse himself in it, because in the soul of that music, he could smell the smell of freedom.

During this hike, Hugo met many minstrels. They may not be professional, they may not be top-notch, but their singing contains fascinating stories, a melody, a piece of lyrics, and a music, representing a life.

This is the soul of music.

Although this is a folk song, Hugo can feel that deep in the soul of the folk song, there is the same unruly and unrestrained as free as rock, and the emotions that can touch the softness of the heart are the same.

"We used to be like this, didn't we?" A sound came from his ears, interrupting Hugo's thoughts. He couldn't help but turn his head suddenly, and then he saw Fujin standing beside him. Fujin seemed to notice the doubts in Hugo's eyes and repeated his words, "We used to be like this, wandering on the road with musical instruments, bringing musical notes to every corner."

What Fujin said was the first road tour that was known to people from the world to death. It was those wandering years that forged a unique style of glory to death. "This kind of casual performance always makes people excited." Hugo nodded, turned his head and looked at the two people again, and a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

Many times, they do not perform for the sake of performance, just like two people in front of them, a melody appears in their minds, and then they are directly interpreted, enjoying the purest and simplest happiness and happiness brought by music in the process of creation and performance. Many of the songs in "Almost Fame" and "Bath in the Morning Light" sprouted during those years.

"If you want, we can try again now, anyway, we are walking on the road now." Fujin shrugged and said casually. Fujin turned his head and glanced at Hugo, adding, "No one can recognize you now."

Hugo now has a beard, covering half of his face. He usually wears a baseball cap, and almost his entire face is hidden, which is really hard to recognize. At this time, the performance of the two people in front of him is just over. The audience scattered around him applauded. The two showed polite smiles to express their gratitude to the audience, but then the two started talking in a low voice, as if they had different new ideas.

Hugo chuckled softly, "But you still easily recognize me." Yesterday at the door of the drug rehabilitation center, they had no doubt at all, so they decided that the person coming was Hugo. He continued, "Of course, if we really hope this, we can still do this, but the meaning is different."

Hugo did not explain too much, but Fujin understood it immediately. Not to mention how well Hugo is now, even the other four members of the glory to death are widely known. They continue to linger on the streets as before, and will soon attract the crowd to come and watch whether it is for their music or join in the fun. This makes their performance change the taste and loses the casualness and freedom of the two Bohemians in front of them.

"People standing outside the circle always want to come in; but people in the circle are envious of the world outside." Fujin sighed in a deep voice. In the past six months, Fujin's feelings have been particularly profound, especially in the period after the Oscar, everything that Glory has experienced until death and Hugo have experienced, which has changed dramatically in Fujin's understanding of music.

This is the siege.

"Have you talked to Henry? When did you plan to tell him about the band?" Fujin couldn't help but lower his voice, because the two people in front of him started playing again. This time, they played a melancholy little slow board. They seemed to not care about the noise around them at all, but were completely immersed in the music world. "European Records should be impatient to enter the studio."

"It's not impossible to enter the studio now, but I don't want to." Hugo said his inner thoughts bluntly. Although Glory had completed a breakthrough until his death, and even though he broke free from the constraints after creating the "sail", the studio was like an iron box made of iron walls, completely isolated from the freedom, casualness, scattering, relaxation and comfort of the whole world.

Fujin gently pulled the corner of his mouth, but he didn't know whether it was a smile or helplessness. "You know EDA Records won't let us go easily. If you really don't want to, let Henry pretend not to know for the time being. Anyway, you disappeared for a month and no one can find you."

Neil and Fojin know the pressure from EDA Records best, because in the past year, they were the most focused people, of course, working behind closed doors has also made the two of them even more depressed. Since EDA Records signed a big contract with Honor to the death last year, everyone is looking forward to what kind of reward this contract will achieve. This is another three watershed series for rock bands, and it is even more exciting.

As time passes day by day, the pressure on Epoch Records increases, the pressure on Henry increases, and the pressure on the band members of the Glory to Death increases.

Although Henry never complained about these things to Hugo, even if he didn't mention them, Hugo could imagine the tension between EMI Records and Henry. Before, it was because Hugo had been busy with movies and had no clear ideas about the new album, so he dragged it again and again. But now it's different. Hugo has adjusted his state and the band has recovered. So is it really okay to continue dragging the album?

At this moment, the Bohemians in front of me were singing softly, "I heard his last words say, "It's not far from the end of your life, poor boy, I will travel every corner of this world..."

A bold idea suddenly popped up in Hugo's mind, "Why should we go back to the studio to record? Why can't we record in the city, in nature, in any corner? Why can't we make our albums on the road?"
Chapter completed!