Creating on the spot is not difficult for Hugo, but it is not so easy to create an excellent song on the spot, especially this sudden situation has made Hugo a little busy. What is needed for creation is the collision of inspiration. At the last moment, Hugo was still fighting with Jie and creating a song in the next second, which is not the normal rhythm.

The guitar was not found on the scene. Jay Renault's sudden action completely disrupted the program team's pre-plan. The guitar was not prepared on the scene! This immediately made everyone feel busy.

Hugo saw this chaotic situation and laughed, "Jie, if you want to plot against me, I want to prepare in advance, it is more reliable."

Facing Hugo's joke, Jay was not shy at all. "If it really doesn't work, I don't think Perry would mind lending him his guitar to you for the time being." Perry refers to a member of the live band of the "Tonight Show".

"It seems that I have no chance of escaping today." Hugo laughed in silence with a helpless expression on his face, but everyone was still looking for a guitar at this time. Joseph, who was standing in the audience, signaled Hugo, saying that Samora had gone to the car to get the guitar. There was no guitar on the scene, but Hugo had a long-term acoustic guitar in his car. I guess Samora was going to get that one.

After Hugo got the hint, he knew it would take some time to delay, and then turned the topic to Mr. Rabbit, "So, little rabbit, talk to me, treat me like Oprah, you know, talk about this relationship, talk about your current thoughts, give me some inspiration, and hit me."

After saying that, Hugo raised his eyebrows and looked at Jie, as if saying, "We should send Oprah a reward today." Jie also shrugged and said, "I think the ratings of the 'Opra talk show' tonight can be considered rewards." This exchange of eyes made the audience chuckled.

Mr. Rabbit stood in his position but couldn't laugh. He hesitated with the microphone for a while, "Uh... I, I have been with her for ten years, yes, ten years. We met in the tenth grade, she was perfect, but I..." Mr. Rabbit pointed to his outfit, "I am Mr. Rabbit." Just a few words made the atmosphere at the scene settle down, and everyone listened quietly.

"But we were still together, she held my hand. Later, she was admitted to the University of Chicago, and I became a repairman, and followed her to Chicago." Mr. Rabbit's language was simple, even a little pale, and it was fragmented. "We once fantasized about the future, I wanted to marry her, I wanted to spend my whole life with her, I wanted to have three children with her, two girls and one boy..." But it was precisely such simple language that made the story full of reality.

"But you know, life is not so beautiful, I can't give her the life she dreamed of. Three years ago, she went to New York to find a way out, and I stayed in Chicago to give her a future. Later... Later... she got engaged to a man on Wall Street. I tried to save the relationship, but after two years of struggle, I finally let it go." Mr. Rabbit's words had no power or color, but there was a calm infectiousness that allowed everyone to settle down.

"I've been having the same dream recently. It was when we just came to Chicago. We lived together. I had to go to work every morning. She got up early every day, insisted on making breakfast for me, and watched me go to work. You know, she is actually a very lazy girl. Her favorite thing in high school was to sleep in. We met because she was too late. But... she quietly set the alarm clock every day and put it under her pillow so that she wouldn't wake me up and let me sleep for a while. She made breakfast for me for five years, you know, five years..."

Speaking of this, Mr. Rabbit stopped, and the whole lecture was silent. "I...I," he tried to say something, but found that his voice was a little choked and weak. "I tried to forget her, I tried to keep going, but, but it was really difficult."

Hugo took the guitar handed over by Samora, but did not rush to start creating. Instead, he quietly looked at the man in a funny rabbit suit. Even Jie, who was always funny and humorous, calmed down. Hugo seemed to see Jie turn his head and wipe the corners of his eyes, but Hugo was not sure, because he was immersed in his thoughts at this moment. He remembered his father and mother.

How did Adam get through these years? How did he endure and persevere in those long years? He is still alone over the years because he can't forget Lena or because he is worried about himself.

Thinking of this, Hugo was a little heavy. Mr. Rabbit's words were only a few words, broken, pale and powerless, and could not even piece together a complete story, let alone it touched and burst into tears, but his simple story was full of helplessness and sadness.

Ten years, how many decades are there in life? All the sweetness, hardship, hardship, quarrel, confrontation, happiness, and joy all turned into nothing at the moment when one turned around, and then turned into memories that could never be changed or moved forward.

Many times, memories hurt people.

Hugo heard the choking in Mr. Rabbit's voice, and his heart was trembling slightly. The sparks in his mind ignited like this. His fingertips touched the cold strings. With a gentle hook, the fresh and moving string sound of the guitar sounded. Before his brain reacted, the touch of his fingertips had already outlined a melody. The slight trembling was the composition of the musical melody and the resonance of his inner emotions.

The most moving melody in this world is always the most sincere emotion in the heart, just like at this time, only the acoustic guitar and no other instruments, but the inner turmoil and vicissitudes are outlined. Just two eight beats make people's eyes turn red.

"You once held my hand tightly, but in the end you left me. Maybe I will never meet you again. Tell me how to fill the emptiness in my heart. What will life be like without love? Everyone who knows us knows that we have always shared joys and sorrows, and I don't want this so-called freedom at all. Will all this pain disappear by itself?"

The hand I held tightly for ten years suddenly loosened, and then parted ways to open up a new life of my own, but is it really that simple to say goodbye to the past?

Hugo's slightly low and a little hoarse voice came out through the microphone. The vicissitudes from the depths of his heart melted into the sad and beautiful melody. This was not a folk song like "sunburn", but pure rock and metal rock. It was just lacking drum beats and bass at this time, which was a little thin, but the tenderness and delicateness of the acoustic guitar was fully displayed, which calmed all the audiences on the scene, and the shock came to their faces: it turned out that metal rock could also be interpreted in this way.

"Will all this pain disappear by itself?" This simple and pale question was filled with despair and grief, as if you saw the pair of tears lifting up, and the bitterness and pain in your heart reflected in the tears, and instantly turned into a black hole, swallowing everyone in, and then surrounded by endless darkness.

Within a few words, Mr. Rabbit's mood was clearly outlined, and his whole body seemed to float in the air, unable to see the future or return to the past, and could only be hung in the air powerlessly. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not get rid of it and could not escape. This kind of confused life swallowed up all the vitality and joy.

"Whenever I look around, you are never seen. I know that I still have a long way to go (i.got.a.long.long.way.to.go), before I can say goodbye to you..."

Hugo's voice began to ferment and rise with the guitar strings. In an instant, all the negative emotions were vented, just like the thunderstorm in summer. The sun was still bright at the last moment, and the rainstorm hit the next second. The raindrops as big as beans blurred the whole world, leaving only a hazy piece.

Mr. Rabbit was suddenly defeated, and all the defenses in his body were defeated. He drooped his shoulders in a mess, like a three-year-old child who was abandoned by his mother in the amusement park. The noise around him was still the same, but he was crying loudly, but no one paid attention to him. He was left alone and crying loudly. The noise and heat of the world only made his loneliness even more sad. He wanted to find an exit, but everything was futile and could only stand in place and keep wandering.

That loneliness, that despair, and that sadness hit his heart like lightning, causing all defenses to collapse.

"Oh... I still have a long way to go, before I can say goodbye to my life, forget you, forget you."

Hugo's singing was like a cry and a complaint, like a warrior rushing towards the storm, venting all the pain deep in his heart with thunder. Tears melted in the rainstorm, and the sky was lightning and thunder, but he was fearless and completely released his emotions in anger. The singing from the soul reached the sky.

Ten years, a long ten years, it takes countless efforts to go through these ten years, and forgetting these ten years requires more energy is not an easy task. Before forgetting these ten years, before forgetting all the little things in the ten years of life, before forgetting the "you" who has been together for ten years, there is still a long way to go.

However, this time, I was left alone on this road, loneliness, loneliness, fear, sadness, and pain, and I was left alone to admit that this road is too hard, too painful and too difficult.
Chapter completed!