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There was silence in the studio. Such a situation was unprecedented in the "Oprah Talk Show", and it has never appeared in any talk show. The talk show, as the name suggests, relies on dialogue and conversation to run through the entire show. But today, there was a blank space in the studio. Everyone locked their eyes on Hugo, watching Hugo take three steps forward, and then four steps back in smaller steps. This is not In a fashion show, Hugo's steps are not model steps, but the weight of these seven steps makes everyone's heart tremble slightly.

This kind of silence is not terrible. On the contrary, it makes everyone in the studio start to tumble, climbing little by little towards the highest point, waiting for a starting point, and then it explodes completely.

Hugo sat down, he didn't say anything more, just lowered his head and hugged the guitar, and then his fingertips danced lightly on the taut strings, the clear guitar strings ding-dong like spring water, early in the morning. The soft sunlight shrouded the surface of the crystal spring water, a hazy halo reflected the moving light in the water droplets, the spring water embraced the sunlight and shuttled forward among the pebbles, and the sound of ding ding dong dong was full of greenery. The forest chirped, the dense morning mist covered the green Metasequoia forest with a veil, the sunlight penetrated the mist and scattered countless pieces of gold on the grass and wildflowers on both sides of the spring, the petals were bright and round with dewdrops. people.

Hugo's slender fingertips weave the world's most beautiful picture scroll on the five ordinary strings, the magic light jumps back and forth between the fingers, and you can even see the musical symbols as if they are inserted with the wings of the elf. , dancing on Hugo's clean knuckles, using the wood-colored guitar as the canvas, changing the most moving and shining brushstrokes, substituting all the audience into Alice's wonderland.

The world, quiet down, only the humming of the fresh strings.

"You're not her, though I've tried to tell you apart. I'm at a loss, look, I've been looking for what was once mine. Then I saw your eyes, I saw Alice looking at me, So I'll try to find someone who fits me perfectly like her."

Hugo's voice wandered in the melody, humming words one by one, using musical symbols to connect these meaningless words, and then depicting a true story, such a simple but detailed story. Even if Hugo only sang three lines of lyrics, the framework of the whole story has already appeared in front of him.

Hugo didn't use too many techniques, he just used the most real emotions in his heart to interpret the lyrics of this queer. The chaotic thoughts in his mind were combined into the lyrics and the melody under his fingertips, and Hugo was substituted into this song. In the story, the faint sadness and deep pain are hidden in the strings and slowly seep out like smoke.

"I have left you far away, and I want to see you by my side again, dear, but things are not that simple." Hugo's simple and mellow voice is so moving, with an inexplicable sadness, as if Mint green or washed blue, bright but melancholy, slowly fainting under the eyes.

"We've never even tried, we've never even talked, we've never even pictured the future, when the pain hits, when the two separate places, I miss you, I miss you."

The lyrics, full of longing, regret and sincerity, flowed slowly between Hugo's lips and teeth, and every turn of the voice was like a scorching sun, silently leaving its own mark on the skin. Before people realize it, the pain in the heart suddenly hits.

This is an ordinary story. In a brand new relationship, the shadow of the previous relationship is always unable to be shaken. Men always look for the shadow of their ex-girlfriend in their girlfriends, which is unbearable for girlfriends. She vented her inner anger at him and turned away.

But in fact, the man's heart is not easy. He seems to be hanging in the air, always trying to find a rope to save him. He once thought that his ex-girlfriend was the rope, but he ignored it. Below is the ground, and as long as he is willing to let go, he can start a new life on the ground, but he does not realize it. It wasn't until the people around him turned to leave that he realized that her harbor was about to be far away from him, so he became suspended in mid-air again, unable to catch the rope and land on the ground. Only then did he realize that he loved her, deeply loved her, and that his ex-girlfriend was just a phantom.

"She used to belong to me, I used to belong to her, we belonged to each other, and if she sheds tears, I will protect her from the darkness that is coming.

If I leave you, I want to see you by my side again, darling, but it's not that simple, oh. We've never even tried, we've never even talked, we've never even pictured the future, when the pain hits, when the two separate places, I miss you, I miss you. "

Such stories are played out almost every day. Boyfriends are jealous of ex-boyfriends, and girlfriends are jealous of ex-girlfriends. Memories are the biggest enemy of every relationship, and every couple has a deadly enemy—an ex-boyfriend or ex-girlfriend. But in fact, the reason why the memory is beautiful is because it has been irreversible and will always remain in the depths of the mind. What we can grasp is the present and the people around us; what we can change is the present and ourselves. If we hold on to our memories, we will never be able to move forward.

The sentence "I miss you" was plain and unremarkable. Hugo did not deliberately accentuate his voice, but he expressed the melancholy, helplessness, regret, sadness and regret in his heart lightly, in the early morning sunlight. Piercing the heart, the pain erupted in an instant, and then swept in endlessly.

Inexplicably, the eye sockets began to become warm. Hugo is obviously not sensational, and the tune is not sad, all of which are as beautiful as transparent sunlight, but the rolling emotions are uncontrollable, and in Hugo's warm voice, it slowly ferments. All the excitement, all the expectations, all the enthusiasm vanished, not because of disappointment, but because it was completely integrated into the melody in my ears, and entered the world of my own memories, just like Alice's wonderland, only I know it The world, only the emotions that you know.

"Don't give up on me, it's not my moment, if you hit hard, then I'll realize, you're scarred and turned away like a sunburn."

The guitar strings were still flowing slowly, and Hugo's voice was still in a hurry, but the musical notes began to surge. Hugo's mellow voice fluctuated slightly, and his emotions broke out completely during these transitions.

What kind of sadness is this, a plea of ​​"don't give up on me" pierced into the soft part of my heart in the clear strings of the guitar. Don't leave, you just have to teach me a hard lesson, it's okay to even stab me, as long as you don't leave, I will realize my stupidity because of the pain, looking at the scars you left on me, I will Hold you tight and know how deep my heart is for you. So don't leave me, just leave me a sunburn and I'll keep that mark forever, but...don't give up on me.

Love is so deep, obviously Hugo did not deliberately raise tunes or amplify emotions, but just used the simplest vocabulary and melody, but presented the heavy heart in the simplest way.

"Don't give up on me, it's not my moment, if you hit hard, then I'll realize, you're bruised and turned away like a sunburn."

The turbulent emotions finally lost control, and there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if bathing in the warm sunshine in a winter afternoon, but the tears fell down like this, reflecting the soft appearance of the sun, and slowly sliding down his cheeks. The pain in my heart was wave after wave, and it was almost impossible to extricate myself. This was not screaming sadness, but a gecko that was left in the amber. It stopped at this moment, but there was a clown on his face. The makeup and the laughing expression concealed the sadness in her heart.

"We've never even tried, we've never even talked, we've never even pictured the future, when the pain hits, when the two separate places, I miss you, I miss you."

The smile was stiff at the corner of his mouth, and the moisture in his eyes reflected the light in the studio, blurring a whole halo, making Hugo, who bowed his head and played the guitar, look incredibly wonderful.

"I miss you", Oprah slightly covered half of her face, the hot tears made her makeup look embarrassed, but she didn't want to lower her head to cover it up, but let herself reveal her true feelings in front of the camera, she didn't I expected this to be the case, but the tears on my cheeks were so real.

"I miss you", Joseph stood there and lowered his head, pressing his chin against his chest, he had to hide his red eyes in this way. Although Joseph had heard Hugo sing several times before, he was still moved by Hugo's heart-shattering performance. Even with his eyes closed, he could feel the moisture under his lids.

"I miss you", the audience at the scene, the staff around, no one spoke, no one interrupted the beauty of this moment, whether it resonated with Hugo's song or not, regardless of whether there was an idea for the story, but no one Being able to deny the peace and comfort of this moment, the body and mind have entered a state of complete relaxation, letting one's emotions roam freely accompanied by the guitar strings.

Hugo's eyes are so focused, watching every touch of the fingertips and guitar strings, listening to the melody blooming proudly in every outline, feeling the chemical reaction of the lyrics in the melody to release the inner emotions... Hugo was so empathetic, every musical note, every word, every turn was so real, he could even feel his voice vibrating with the strings, making the emotions in his heart tremble slightly.

Music is such a magical power.