The crew of "Romeo and Juliet" dragged it until one o'clock in the afternoon before starting work again. In just three hours, everything seemed to be the same around me, but it seemed that everything was different again.

Hugo did not stay for a long time on the crew and left quietly. The noisy crowd around the crew was still tossing. Hugo was shuttled among the crowd, and even heard the excited voice next to him discussing, "Someone just said that Hugo came to the crew to visit the set. Is this true? I heard that it is the same, but no one really saw him, who knows?"...

But Hugo passed by them in this way and left Universal Studios in the opposite direction. Instead of taking the bus or taxi, Hugo walked on a random road and walked aimlessly forward.

His mind is a little confused now, and he has no way to concentrate on thinking. Even if he thinks, he cannot come up with a reason, just as he said to Leonardo just now: he doesn't know what he feels now. So he simply walked slowly along the streets of the city.

Looking at the scenery on both sides of the road, sometimes strange and sometimes familiar, the crowds around him were sometimes lively and sometimes deserted, all the thoughts in his mind temporarily disappeared, and the tranquility after the irritability calmed down Hugo. Although the tip of his tongue still felt indescribable, he finally returned to his calmness.

Hugo didn't know how long he had walked, nor did he know which direction he was heading. When he felt his feet were tired, the surrounding environment was so familiar, but he couldn't tell me the reason, because he couldn't tell the difference between the southeast, southwest and north, and the scenery in various corners of the city also looked very similar. He didn't even know whether his familiarity was reliable. Regarding the topic of direction and environment, Hugo was obviously not a professional. Even after traveling outside for so long, his hopeless sense of direction still couldn't find a cure.

Hugo didn't care. Anyway, he had no destination. He stood there and looked around, but Hugo still couldn't find the reason why he thought it looked familiar. So he quickly gave up on the direction issue Hugo was never obsessed with it and took a step in one direction.

After walking forward less than two hundred yards, Hugo suddenly realized, "Isn't this our practice room?" No wonder Hugo felt familiar.

Due to the fact that Glory had achieved certain success until his death, when Hugo moved to Malibu last year, the band members communicated. Then the five of them joined forces to rent a practice room, left the dilapidated warehouse behind the Al bar, and had a practice room exclusive to them. Later, they transformed the practice room bit by bit, and now it can be regarded as a recording studio, with very complete equipment inside, but it is only exclusive to the band itself and is not borrowed.

Hugo touched the back of his head helplessly. His sense of direction had indeed been declared dead for a long time. Fortunately, there was no one around him at this time. Hugo thought about it and walked up to the practice room. This was a low building with only four floors. The practice room that gloriously ended up dead is on the top floor, and the entire floor belongs to them.

When you walk upstairs and open the door, you can see the bright lights inside. Although the sun is still shining brightly outside, all the windows in the room are blocked by thick curtains, and no light can be penetrated. Even the noisy noise is completely blocked from the soundproof glass. The soft milky yellow light inside covers a tranquility, as if entering another world.

Whether it was for the band's practice or recording, most of the practice rooms were isolated from the world. When they worked here, they didn't pay attention to the concept of time. Once again, Fu Jin stayed here for a long time, and when he came out, he realized that three days had passed.

There is a huge glass wall in the middle of the practice room, which divides the entire space into two parts. The part close to the door is like a small and cozy single apartment, dark gray couch, bright brown boss chair, dark brown short mound sofa stool, transparent glass low table, black spring bed, and even a bathroom and a kitchenette.

Near the glass wall, there is a huge sound console, with countless professional recording equipment arranged along the glass wall. However, the space here only occupies about one-third of the entire practice room, and the other side of the glass wall is the most spacious part.

There is a thick soundproof door on the right hand side to push open. When you walk in, you will see the place where the band practices. Various instruments such as drums, pianos, guitars, bass, cello, violin, saxophone are placed in messy surrounding them. The wires on the ground are connected to the recording equipment on the other side. Although the space is large, it looks a bit crowded because there are many objects.

When Hugo came in, he saw a figure lying on the sofa. He was holding a music score in his hands and was reading. When he heard the sound, he took it off. It was Neil, "Why are you here? Didn't you say you went to Universal Studios to visit the set today?"

Hugo just shrugged, and didn't say anything more, looked around, "You're the only one?"

Neil sat up, "Well, the official recording will start tomorrow. I am studying the song "Sailing (Sailing)". There are many things worth learning about the arrangement." Although many masterpieces have been released so far, and even a few tracks can be called classics, the song "Sailing" is very special.

Because the original song written by Hugo is very simple, the melody chords can be counted with one hand, and the lyrics are also extremely simple. However, Hugo simplified all emotions, all the excitement and excitement. After presenting it in the simplest way, it not only did not weaken it, but instead produced an unimaginable chemical reaction.

This attainment amazes Neil, even if he is one of the people who are most familiar with Hugo's abilities.

Hugo pulled the corner of his mouth, "Many times, it is easiest to tell his own story, but it is not that easy to tell other people's stories. I'm just telling my own story."

Neil stayed in place, a little stunned, thinking carefully about the meaning of Hugo's words. However, Hugo looked around, pushed open the soundproof door on his right, walked in, picked up his guitar, and sat on the high stool, and started playing the folk songs he had heard during his trip.

In fact, the melody of many folk songs is not complicated and the lyrics are very plain, but these music from life are melodious and moving, and can easily touch people's hearts. As the entertainment level becomes more and more advanced, people have more and more entertainment methods, and things become more and more complicated. Instead, the purest and simplest happiness in memory disappears. It is like when I was a child, the memory of going to the fields to find fireflies at night can no longer be found in the hustle and bustle of the city, and the same is true for folk songs.

During the journey, Hugo heard many of the melodies sung by wandering gypsies and wandering Indians. The clear guitar sound was filled with a hint of ease of wandering around the world and the loneliness of living without a fixed place. The trivial vicissitudes made the already quiet practice room even quieter.

Neil sat in front of the sound console and looked at Hugo playing casually through the glass window. The memories in his mind were awakened bit by bit. He seemed to understand what Hugo said just now.

"This song was sung by the gypsy next to Lake Michigan, right?" After the song was finished, Neil pressed the red button and said to the microphone.

Hugo pulled the corner of his mouth slightly and nodded, "A song changed to a piece of bread, a very good deal, isn't it?" This made Neil laugh. He let go of his right hand pressing the red button, looked down at the "Voyage" score in his hand again, pressed the recording key, and hummed softly.

Hugo naturally couldn't hear Neil's voice in the soundproofing studio. He was still focused on his performance. He originally planned to play another melody, but his brain suddenly paused, his fingertips couldn't help but stiffen slightly. His blank brain recalled a familiar melody from the melody he created. He didn't know why he remembered this melody, because since he finished the creation more than a year ago, he had been buried deep in his heart, never played it again, or even thought of it at all.

But at this moment, the strange and familiar melody slowly flowed in my mind, like a clear spring water under the moonlight, beautiful and beautiful, making people unable to help but hold their breath. Hugo looked down at the strings under his fingertips, and the strings with soft light seemed to have ripples in his heart.

When his fingers touched the strings again, Hugo had already changed his plan. It was not the folk song he heard during the journey, but the melody in his mind "no.name".

Originally, Hugo thought that he had almost forgotten the melody, but everything was so familiar. The moment the fingertips and the strings came into contact, everything became natural, and musical notes were singing softly, making Hugo slowly close his eyes, as if time had completely stopped at this moment.

"I can always see you inadvertently many qualities that I have never seen before. Fish swimming, birds flying, life's road is long and broad, I am curious about the reason; one day, you will understand how important you are to me. I can always see you inadvertently many qualities that I have never seen before.

Whenever I want to tell you my feelings, heaven whispers, the rain is majestic, the sky is dark, no one can overcome it; I want to speak, but I can't, my soul is stiff, and it will be like this every time I want to tell you my feelings. So, listeners, if you love someone, you must stay away from it, because once you can't see that person, you will fall... because I fell... deeply fall into love, love; deeply fall into love, love.
Chapter completed!