Once upon a time, Hugo thought that the so-called hero should be the one who shouldered the heavy responsibility of saving the world like Superman, the one who relied on his own to change the entire era, and Martin Luther King, who contributed his life for the progress of mankind... But now, Hugo finally understood that in fact, everyone has their own hero in their hearts, and the image of each hero is different.

For him, his hero is the man who is so dull that he can hardly express his emotions, the man who silently sticks behind him and supports him and encourages him to take care of him, the man who bears all the weight of life on his shoulders. Adam Lancaster.

Hugo remembered that night when he was almost unconscious because of a high fever. His memory was so blurry that he could not remember many details of that night. He just vaguely remembered a hot body temperature, holding him tightly, as if embracing the whole world. He could even feel the body trembling slightly, as if he was afraid... He would lose him if he let go of his hands a little. The fear was so clear and profound that he could almost see the god of death standing at the end of the bed and smiling, but there was a body in front of him firmly blocking it in the middle, using his fragile back to resist the god of death's breath, and then pulled him back from the god of death.

He once thought it was Lina, because when he woke up, he saw his mother's gentle face. But at this moment, the memories in his mind were gradually becoming clear. He could smell the bad smell of tobacco, he could also see the unkempt stubble, and the scorching warmth surrounded him tightly like a ball of flame. The figure was not Lina.

That's his hero.

Hugo let out a long breath, and the crystal tears in his eyes blurred his vision, making everything around him dyed a thin golden halo, but the smile at the corner of his mouth gently outlined.

Then Hugo stood up, stood there in a daze and looked around, only to find that the figure he was looking for was no longer nearby. The sensation in his heart made him unable to settle down. Hugo walked back to the study, picked up the phone and dialed the familiar number.

The phone rings for a while, and Adam's rough voice came over, "Good afternoon, this is Adam."

"Hey, dad, it's me, Hugo." Hugo said with a big smile. However, when he heard the familiar voice, tears finally couldn't help it and slid down his cheeks. He had never missed this sound so much.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" It's still the same as Adam's style, simple and crude, "Can't it be those reporters who are causing trouble for you, right? I knew these dogs and shit would definitely not be content with it. If you don't like them, just wave your fists and let them taste your power!

"It's okay, nothing is wrong..." Hugo shook his head, but his smile bloomed in tears. Such a familiar voice made him feel relieved. "You know me, now those reporters dare not offend me at will, otherwise your rifle would not agree."

Hugo's teasing made Adam scratch his head awkwardly, and simply said irritably, "If it's okay, why do you call me? If you're too idle, go find something to do! I still have guests here, but I don't have time to accompany you as long as a slut."

Hugo seemed to feel Adam's discomfort and chuckled. The laughter made Adam feel a little awkward. He felt something was wrong all over. His messy brows were completely tied together and he said directly, "Then I'll hang up the phone!" Adam did not realize Hugo's emotions at all, and couldn't wait to hang up the phone, but at this moment Hugo said "wait", which made Adam pause and said impatiently, "What!"

"I just want to tell you that I miss you a little."

Hugo's voice came from the receiver, and Adam couldn't help but be stunned. At that moment, Adam almost didn't know how he should deal with it, so he looked at the side with no control. His left hand was uncomfortably rummaged through the cigarettes on the counter, and then pushed the matchbox next to him, but found that these actions were completely useless to link the nervousness in his heart.

Then Adam realized his incompetence, which made him cough twice, covering up the fluctuations of emotions in his voice. He had to raise his voice, and the rough voice complained, "So? You are already thirty years old and are not a child. Do you want me to take care of you? If there is nothing else, just do you want to do this first, I don't have time to accompany you." After that, Adam hung up the phone in panic, almost dared not face Hugo again, and smashed the receiver hard, but he didn't put it accurately for the first time, which made him rush to put the receiver back in a hurry, praying that Hugo could not hear his incompetence.

Looking at the innocent phone call in front of him that was hung up with force, Adam was stunned and stood quietly, as if his brain could not react at all.

After a long time, it was really long. Adam gently pursed his lips, then coughed twice, and returned to normal again, as if nothing had happened. However, the slightly trembling fingertips revealed the most true emotions in his heart. He looked at his trembling fingers and reached out to get the cigarette on the counter. But when he picked it up, he seemed to remember something. He put the cigarette box back on the counter with a hot hand, and finally twisted his fingertips, clasped his hands into fists, and put them in his pants pocket.

Hugo quietly listened to the busy voice coming from the receiver, but did not rush to put down the phone, but stood quietly, thinking about it for a long time, and then said softly, "And... I love you." This is a simple sentence, a simple sentence, a simple sentence, and a daily sentence, but Hugo can never say it until today.

Perhaps, one day in the future, he will be able to muster up the courage to say this in front of Adam because he really thought so in his heart.

Taking a deep breath, Hugo gently put the receiver back, then took a step forward, walked out of the study, looked back at Leonardo who was still sitting in the sun, Hugo waved at him, "Didn't you have lunch? Samora should be ready, go downstairs."

Leonardo lowered his head in a panic, wiped the tears from his face in a panic, muttering and complaining, "The sun is so dazzling that his eyes hurt." But the sound was not loud, and I don't know if it was covering up to Hugo or explaining to himself, then hurried over and said as if nothing had happened, "Where is the big parasol on the balcony? Why not take it out? You can sunbathe here in the future."

"You go and ask Samora yourself, didn't you put it away with him last time?" Hugo pretended not to see Leonardo's embarrassment, and walked downstairs with him with a smile.

When he arrived at the first floor, Hugo saw James still in tears. He saw Hugo and Leonardo, wiped the tears from his cheeks in panic, then stood up, lowered his head uneasily, but didn't know what he should do. Hugo patted Leonardo on the shoulder, "Go to the kitchen, James and I have a few words to say."

Leonardo curled his lips and trotted away. Hugo looked at James, but smiled, "Have you called Lena?"

James shook his head vigorously, pursed his lips stubbornly, muttering a few words, but Hugo didn't understand. He continued, "Give her a call, at least let her know that you are safe." This made James raise his head like a lightning strike, as if Hugo's next sentence was to drive him away. The panic expression made Hugo laugh, "I mean, you want to stay in Los Angeles, this is your freedom, but at least you should let your family know whereabouts."

Hugo thought for a while, "You said you wanted to be an actor. If you don't mind, I can introduce you to a professional acting school and perform some acting studies. As for what achievements you can achieve, it depends on your own." There are many reasons for how the turmoil of the Franco family happened, and some of them belong to Hugo. However, Hugo does not need to be responsible for James, but he does not need to completely detach himself. After all, James is innocent. "You can stay here tonight, and then tomorrow I will ask Samora to take you to find a residence. There are many young people in Los Angeles who specialize in learning acting. I believe it is not too difficult to find a residence."

"But...but why can't I stay here?" James said with courage, observing Hugo's expression carefully. "Although I know, you don't want to admit that you are my...brother, you can't deny it, don't you?"

"James, don't be too tempted." Hugo felt helpless, but showed a serious expression and shook his head, "Your life, my life, has no intersection..."

"But all this has happened." James said loudly with his neck stammering. He really wanted to stay, even if he was silly. "I already know your existence, and you know mine, so why not? If you are worried that there is no place for me to live in, I... I can sleep in the grocery room, or, or in the garage outside, I have no problem."

"James, you're not my responsibility." Hugo tried to explain, but Leonardo poked his head out of the kitchen, "But, I can stay here, why can't he do it?"

Hugo glared at Leonardo speechlessly, and Leonardo immediately shook his head like a turtle. Hugo turned his head angrily and looked at James in front of him and made a pity with a very pity. Hugo shook his head, "You are crossing the line, James, you are crossing the line, you are not my responsibility, be careful, you are not my responsibility!"

But after venting, Hugo sighed a long sigh, closed his eyes, and was unwilling to look at James's puppy-like eyes. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he turned around and left directly, without agreeing, but he did not refuse.
Chapter completed!