72_72291 The crew of "Romeo and Juliet" delayed until one o'clock in the afternoon before starting work again, and in just three hours, it seemed that all the surrounding Yiqiē were still the same, but it seemed that all of them were different.

Hugo didn't stay in the crew for long, and left quietly, the noisy crowd around the crew was still tossing, Hugo was shuttling through the crowd, and he could even hear the excited voice next to him discussing, "Someone just said that Hugo came to visit the crew, is this true?" "I've heard that's the same, but no one really saw him, who knows?" ……

But Hugo just passed them by and left Universal Studios in the opposite direction. Instead of getting on a bus or a taxi, Hugo walked casually down a road and walked aimlessly.

His mind was a little confused now, and he couldn't concentrate on it, and even if he did, he couldn't come up with a reason, as he had just said to Leonardo: he didn't know how he was feeling right now. So, he simply walked along the streets of the city and walked slowly.

Looking at the scenery on both sides of the road, sometimes strange and sometimes familiar, the surrounding crowd sometimes lively and sometimes deserted, all thoughts in the brain disappeared temporarily, and the tranquility after the irritability calmed Hugo's whole person, although the tip of the tongue still had an indescribable taste, but after all, it was calm.

Hugo didn't know how long he had been walking, he didn't know which direction he was going, and when he felt that his feet were tired, his surroundings were so familiar, but he couldn't say why, because he couldn't tell the difference between east and west, and the scenery in all corners of the city looked so similar, he didn't even know if his familiarity was reliable. Hugo was clearly not a professional when it came to orientation and circumstance, and even after backpacking outside for so long, he still had no cure for his hopeless sense of direction.

Hugo felt that it didn't matter, anyway, he had no destination, he stood in place and turned around, looking around, Hugo still did not find the reason why he felt familiar here, so he quickly gave up - Hugo was never obsessed with the question of direction, and took steps in one direction at random.

Less than two hundred yards ahead, Hugo suddenly realized, "Isn't this our practice room?" "No wonder Hugo felt familiar.

Due to the success of Glory to Death, the band members exchanged ideas when Hugo moved to Malibu last year, and the five of them banded together to rent a practice room, leaving the dilapidated warehouse behind the Al Bar and owning a practice room for their own. Later, they also renovated the practice room little by little, and now it can be regarded as a recording studio, which is very well-equipped, but it is only for the band's own use, and it is not loaned.

Hugo touched the back of his head helplessly, his sense of direction had indeed been declared completely dead for a long time, but fortunately, there was no one else around him at this time. Hugo thought for a moment and walked up to the practice room, which was a low building with only four floors, and the practice room of glory to death was on the top floor, and the whole floor belonged to them.

Go upstairs, open the door, you can see the bright lights inside, although the sun is still shining outside, but all the windows in the room are blocked by thick curtains, no light can penetrate in, even the noisy noise and soundproof glass are completely blocked out, the soft milky yellow light in the room shrouded in a quiet, as if entering another world.

Whether it's for the band's practice or recording, most of the practice room is isolated, and when they work here, they don't notice the concept of time at all, and once again Fokine stayed here for a long time, and when he came out, he realized that three days had passed.

In the middle of the practice room is a large glass wall that divides the space into two parts, the part near the door is like a small but cozy bachelor apartment, with dark gray couches, bright brown boss chairs, dark brown low pouf poufs, transparent glass low tables, black boxspring beds, and even a bathroom and a kitchenette.

Near the glass wall, there is a huge audio console, along which countless recording professional equipment are arranged all the way to the past. However, the space here only occupies about a third of the entire practice room, and the other side of the glass wall is the most spacious.

On the right-hand side, there is a thick soundproof door that can be pushed open, and when you walk inside, it is the place where the band practices, drums, pianos, guitars, basses, cellos, violins, saxophones and other instruments are messily placed around, and the wires on the floor are connected to the recording equipment on the other side.

When Hugo came in, he saw a figure lying on the sofa, he was holding a sheet of music in both hands, he was reading, and when he heard a sound, he took the score down, it was Neil, "Why are you here?" Didn't you say that you went to Universal Studios today? ”

Hugo just shrugged his shoulders and didn't say much, looking around, "You're alone?" ”

Neil sat up, "Well, the official recording starts tomorrow, I'm working on the song 'sail', and there's a lot to learn about the arrangement." "Although Glory to Death has released many great songs 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 so simple, the chords of the melody can be counted on one hand, and the lyrics are also extremely simple. But Hugo simplified all the emotions and all the excitement, and after presenting them in the simplest way, not only did not weaken, but produced an unimaginable chemical reaction.

Neil was amazed by this achievement, even though he was arguably one of the most familiar with Hugo's abilities.

Hugo tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Many times, it's easiest to tell your own story, but it's not so easy to tell someone else's story. I'm just telling my own story. ”

Neil froze in place, a little stunned, pondering the meaning of Hugo's words. Hugo, on the other hand, looked around, pushed open the soundproof door on his right, walked in, picked up his guitar, and sat down on a barstool, where he began to play the ballad he had heard on his travels.

In fact, the melodies of many folk songs are not complicated, and the lyrics are very plain, but these music from life are tactful and can easily move people's hearts. With the development of entertainment level, people's entertainment means are more and more, things are becoming more and more complicated, but the purest and purest happiness in memory has disappeared. Just as the memory of going to the fields at night to look for fireflies as a child is no longer found in the hustle and bustle of the city, the same is true of folk songs.

During the journey, Hugo heard many of the melodies sung by wandering gypsies and wandering Indians, and the clear guitar sound carried a trace of the chic of wandering the world and the loneliness of dwelling, and the trivial vicissitudes of life made the already quiet practice room even more silent.

Neil sat in front of the audio console, looking at Hugo playing casually through the glass window, and the memory in his mind was awakened little by little, and he seemed to understand the meaning of Hugo's words just now.

"This song was sung by that gypsy guy next to Lake Michigan, right?" As soon as the song was finished, Neil pressed the red button and spoke into the microphone.

Hugo tugged at the corners of his mouth slightly and nodded, "A song for a piece of bread is a good deal, isn't it?" Neil couldn't help but laugh, he let go of his right hand that pressed the red button, looked down at the "Sailing" sheet in his hand again, pressed the record button, and hummed softly.

Hugo was in the soundproof recording studio, naturally he couldn't hear Neil's voice, he was still focused on his own performance, he was going to play another melody, but his brain suddenly paused, his fingertips couldn't help but stiffen slightly, a blank brain, but he recalled a familiar melody - from his own melody, he didn't know why he remembered this melody, because since he completed the composition more than a year ago, he was buried deep in his heart, and he never played it again, Didn't even think about it at all.

But at this time, the strange and familiar melody is slowly flowing in my mind, like the clear spring water under the moonlight, so beautiful that people can't help but hold their breath. Hugo looked down at the strings under his fingertips, and the strings that shimmered softly seemed to ripple in his heart.

When his fingers made contact with the strings again, Hugo had already changed his mind, not the ballad he had heard during the journey, but the melody in his head - "Anonymous (no. name）”。

Originally, Hugo thought that he had almost forgotten the jì melody, but every qiē was so familiar, the moment his fingertips touched the strings, every qiē became logical, and one by one the musical notes were softly sung, making Hugo slowly close his eyes, as if time had completely stopped at this moment.

"I can always inadvertently see many of your qualities that I have never seen, fish swimming, birds flying, the road of life is long and broad, I wonder why; One day, you will understand how much you mean to me. I can always inadvertently see a lot of qualities in you that I haven't seen before.

Whenever I want to tell you and my feelings, heaven whispers, the rain is majestic, the sky is dark, and no one can defeat it; I wanted to speak, but I couldn't, my soul froze, and every time I wanted to tell you how I felt, it did. So, listeners, if you are also in love with someone, you must stay with them, because if you can't see that person anymore, you will fall...... Because I fell...... Deeply in love, loved; Deeply in love, loved.

Deeply in love and in love...... Deeply in love and in love ......".