When studying classical literature in the United States, William Shakespeare was almost a compulsory course, and many people spent their whole life studying Shakespeare, just like Cao Xueqin in Chinese classical literature. But Hugo always lacked a little enthusiasm for Shakespeare. He always liked French literature more, including Dumas, Rousseau, Voltaire, Balzac, and Flaubert, which made Hugo bet more energy. Among them, Victor Hugo's words undoubtedly had a special charm, which made Hugo intoxicated.

It is not uncommon for Allen to give "Les Miserables" to Hugo as a gift, but why is "Les Miserables"?

Hugo opened the cover and read it carefully. Although Hugo did not have much inquiry into French, he could still understand it simply. Then Hugo noticed a detail. The publication of this book was actually in 1862, and it was the first edition. 1862? Isn’t this the year... the year when "Les Miserables" was actually published?

"Jesus Christ!" Hugo couldn't help but sigh, his inner emotions could not be suppressed. Is this... the first edition of the book collection of "Les Miserables"? It was packed up casually by Allen and sent it as a gift, and was thrown everywhere by Joseph and others. If this book was placed at an auction, it would probably cause stolen by countless people.

Allen's gift could not be calculated by value at all, because the sincerity of the gift far exceeded the value of the material itself. After picking up the card, the scribbled font on it said, "Salute to Thirty Allen-Stralo". It was just a few simple words that made Hugo clearly feel the warmth, which made Hugo's mouth uncontrollably outline a smile.

"Hugo, can I help you remove the gifts?" Samora saw Hugo sitting quietly beside him without saying a word, waiting impatiently for a long time, finally couldn't help it, breaking the silence in the hall. Then he saw Hugo raise his head and show a bright smile, "Of course, you won't expect me to remove all these gifts by myself, right?"

Samora immediately cheered, and Joseph also picked up a gift, but he did not forget to pat Samora on the shoulder, "Remember not to lose the card, we will do statistics later." This time there were at least a few hundred gifts for Hugo. If you don't do statistics, these favors will become a bad debt.

Ignoring the sound of Samora and Joseph happily dismantling the gifts next to him, Hugo slid from the handrail to the sofa and carefully placed Allen's gifts on the coffee table. Whether it was the "Modern Times" or the "Les Miserables", these were all antiques, and they were all paper products. They were probably torn apart by accident.

Hugo had not carefully studied how to preserve antique books. In the past, he would go directly to the library to borrow books when he was in school, but at least he knew that he should not be too violent, because these papers had become extremely fragile after years of hardship and twists and turns into many people's hands. So Hugo carefully put them on the coffee table, intending to ask experts to see how to collect these antiques.

Sitting on the sofa, Hugo noticed a little disgusting under her butt. She looked down and saw that it was a gift box. When she picked it up, she found that it was a huge square box, which looked like a pizza box, but it was a little flatter than the pizza box.

The sound of tearing and tearing next to it sounds like a symphony, which is rare and beautiful. No wonder people always like to unpack gifts. Not only are they looking forward to the items in the gift box, but also because of the process of unpacking the gifts, it is like shopping, which makes the mood fly involuntarily. Hugo turned over the pizza box in his hand, trying to find the card on it, but he found nothing. He couldn't help but stand up and looked on the sofa, but still didn't find the card. Could it be that the card is in the box?

After tearing him up, Hugo also opened the box. It turned out to be a pizza box, and it was beaten by Hugo. This made Hugo burst out laughing. If someone really gave him a frozen pizza, it would be the best today. Opening the pizza box, Hugo was stunned, not disappointed, but just stunned.

The box is not pizza, of course it is not pizza, but a vinyl record.

It is not a secret that Hugo collects vinyl records. He often buys records on Sunset Avenue. Many enthusiasts know Hugo, and even members who have been honored until death will help him find some vinyl records from time to time. However, giving vinyl records is too risky, because Hugo's own collection is very rich. If it is not a lonely product or out of print, then showing off his skills in front of Hugo is just a joke. But there is a vinyl record in front of him.

"Storm Shelter (Shooting lter.from.the.storm)" from Bob Dylan.

This vinyl record is not a treasure or out of print. Hugo once collected this vinyl record. This record was released in 1975 when Bob was at its peak. It was released in 1975. It was originally a large circulation and the song was very popular, so it was not a special product. But it is precisely because it is very popular that it is not easy to find it now because everyone keeps it at home and the number is too large. Almost everyone has one, and there is not much room for the collection market. There is no buyer's market, so naturally no one will take the initiative to sell it.

But Hugo's own collection was broken. On that night when he "don't believe in fairy tales", Charlize confessed her father's story to Hugo for the first time, and showed her inner wounds in front of Hugo without reservation, and it has remained deeply in Hugo's mind. At that time, in order to rescue Charlize who was being followed, Hugo accidentally broke his collection of vinyl records, and no other copies were found.

Charlize once joked that it was her responsibility, and sooner or later she would replenish Hugo's collection list. However, Hugo did not expect that even he would forget it, but Charlize did not forget it, and chose to give it to him in such a form at such a moment.

Looking at Bob Dylan's side face on the cover, Hugo's memory gently floated to that distant night. The trivial conversations had become blurred, but the moonlight and dust floating in the air were still so clear, as if every detail was extremely clear, and those pictures were clearly outlined in my mind.

John Waite's single "Missing You" slowly drifted in the air, keeping the memories of that night forever in the depths of my mind. "No, I don't miss you because you have left me; no, I don't miss you, even if I say anything. I don't miss you, I haven't deceived myself... No, I don't miss you, I don't miss you..."

The familiar melody slowly fermented in Hugo's mind, calming him down. The mixed taste of the tip of his tongue was dancing, but he couldn't tell the specific emotions clearly. "No, I don't miss you, I don't miss you... Every time I miss you, I hold my breath."

Taking a deep breath, Hugo forced himself to withdraw his thoughts floating in the air and his eyes refocused on the record. No wonder no cards on it were attached to it, because this gift is so unique. Even without the cards, Hugo knew who it was from.

"Hugo, Steven gave you a super 8mm camera." Samora ran behind the sofa with the small and delicate black camera, "Hey, what Charlize gave you wasn't frozen pizza? It's really disappointing! We thought Charlize was going to win by surprise this year."

Hugo laughed, "If it was really frozen pizza, it would have been left outside for so long, and it should have been thawed, so you can't eat it."

Samora immediately made a regretful voice, "If this is the case, it would be a waste of food." But the regretful voice did not last for two seconds, "Oh, it would be fine if I didn't say it, but I would be hungry after I said this. Are you planning to have a midnight snack?" After that, Samora ran happily towards the kitchen, "Hey, Samora, give me Steven's gift."

Samora retreated and handed Steven Spielberg's gift to Hugo, then ran to the kitchen, but because the passage between the hall and the kitchen had been blocked, Samora muttered in complaining, "...but this will definitely not hurt me!"

Hugo couldn't help but smile and looked down at the super 8mm camera in his hand. He knew that it was the medium for Steven's dream of films when he was a teenager, and now Steven gave him another one. This made Hugo couldn't help but be curious and wanted to fiddle with the camera in his hand.

There is no reason for people to like to unpack gifts, because there may be what they like, what they hate, and what they bring surprises to themselves, even far beyond what they think about. Hugo thought about it, put the camera on the sofa temporarily, then lowered his head to disassemble the well-preserved vinyl record on his knees, and then he saw Bob Dylan's autograph on the cover, which made Hugo smile. Then he opened the packaging of the record, carefully stepped over a large number of gifts, walked to the TV cabinet, and placed the record on the phonograph. The familiar rustling sound slowly drifted in the early morning night, and the melody was like moonlight, penetrated into every corner of the night bit by bit.

"That is another kind of life, fatigue and blood and sweat, darkness has become a virtue, there is only mud on the road, I walked from the wilderness, my body has dispersed..."

Then, Hugo walked to the side again and shouted to Joseph, "I'll bring out the gifts too!" Hugo was also very curious about what strange gifts would appear tonight. "Where are the gifts for you guys? I want to see!" Hugo shouted excitedly, and the fatigue in the middle of the night was wiped out, but instead became more and more excited.

But... I'm going to set out to the crew of "Trumen's World". It's already four in the morning. Is this really good?
Chapter completed!