Chapter 1494: Silent
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Hugo now feels that he is in a mess. He can't even tell what is in his brain. There is no way to sort out a clear line of thought in his chaotic head. He doesn't know how to react to Pedro's affairs. The countless turbulent thoughts in his mind made him unable to calm down at all.
Hugo only felt that when the chaos in his brain reached the extreme, it became a blank. He didn't even know where he was or what happened. For a moment, Hugo suddenly became confused. He now Is it before or after crossing?
Looking at Pedro’s soft figure lying on the ground, Hugo only felt that Zhang Xiaoye’s cold body was lying in front of him like this, and that vivid body lost its temperature little by little, in the dark. In the cold wind, it gradually became cold and stiff, Hugo could even clearly see that the eyes rose to the extreme. The splendor suddenly bloomed, and then disappeared, just like fireworks blooming in the night sky. generally.
I witnessed a life from existence to nothing, a living person turned into a cold corpse, the body left in place, no trace of the colorful soul can be found, only a pale, terrible to disgusting pale.
Hugo's stomach suddenly began to roll, and the vomiting that should have occurred dozens of minutes ago, at this time finally came, and then he ran to the railing in embarrassment, vomiting frantically at the pitch-black sea , It's like vomiting up all of your internal organs, and vomiting up all your soul.
He vomited until his stomach became empty and could not vomit anything, but Hugo was still lying on the deck, constantly retching, not knowing when it started, the hot tears just surging down like this, directly burned that because The sea breeze made his cheeks numb, but he didn't feel any pain at all. It just made Hugo dazed and fearful.
Hugo didn't know what was wrong with him, he didn't know what he was doing, the inexplicable tears were for Pedro, or Zhang Xiaoye, or for his own loss, so he kept vomiting at the sea. Until the bile had been vomited out, he lay on the icy deck and gradually calmed down.
The entire deck was quiet, no one spoke, and no one seemed to be planning to speak. Allen stood there, his eyes fell worryingly on Hugo's shoulders that were almost completely swallowed by darkness, and finally turned and left, because he knew that at this moment, the band of glory to death would take time.
Allen turned around and looked at the other side. The coastline was looming in sight, but he didn't know if the medical assistance that had been waiting on the shore could still be used.
Pedro was almost awake just now. He knew everything that happened at the scene, including Hugo's fist on him, but it wasn't until this time that the pain surged, and it became because of drug abuse. The slow nerves made him feel like walking in the clouds-not a wonderful one. Now that the painful nerves returned to normal, Pedro felt like he had been turned in a spin dryer for several hours.
But Pedro knew that it didn't seem to be the time to scream. He struggled to sit up, only to find that he was lying in his vomit, and his body was sour and stinky, even if it was a tramp. It was so disgusting and the pungent smell made Pedro frowned. He carefully looked up and looked around. Hugo, Alfonso and Neil did not notice his movements, only Fujin’s deep His eyes were hidden in the dark night, staring at his every move, which made Pedro involuntarily avoid his sight, but he couldn't even squeeze out an embarrassing look.
Pedro's dull brain finally became clear in Fugin's eyes, and he finally realized what had happened just now, which made Pedro let out a low groan in annoyance. He groaned, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." As he said, the tears in Pedro's eyes slipped down. He breathed heavily, trying to stop his tears, but all this was to no avail, he But weeping in embarrassment.
Alfonso stopped hitting the mast, but he didn't look back. He didn't know how he should face Pedro, let alone how to face Hugo. The shame swept over him. Alfonso was at a loss. He could only stand stiffly, cursing himself annoyedly, but besides that, he didn't know how to speak.
Hugo didn't look back either. He lay on the deck as if he was asleep, lying quietly, but his fists were trembling slightly because they were clenched too hard, revealing his innermost feelings. Surging and surging. Maybe he didn't want to look back, nor dared to look back, lest he lose control of his sanity again.
Neil was silent for a while, raised his head and glanced at Pedro, then lowered his head again. After a while, he asked in a deep voice, "When did it start?"
Pedro looked at Neil helplessly, and then at Hugo in the distance. He clenched his fist and smashed it twice on the deck. The clear pain made Pedro completely understand. When he woke up, his eyes fell on Neil at last, opened his mouth and tried to say something, but all the words of excuse were stuck in his throat, and a single voice was released, "'Road to Glory' tour When it comes to Houston."
Pedro said in a dumb voice, the voice that seemed to come from **** startled himself.
"I don't know, I don't know, I really don't know... I just wanted to try and see, just give it a try... But things gradually got out of control, and I have no way to control it. If I don’t smoke, I will be listless, the performance will start to make mistakes, I don’t want to make mistakes, I don’t want to ruin our performance... I'm sorry, Hugo, I'm sorry..." Pedro said, tears filled his eyes again, and he bit He pressed his lower lip and wiped away the tears in his eye sockets. He didn't want to use pity to win sympathy, but the tears couldn't be wiped clean.
"I really didn't want it, but when I realized it, I couldn't stop it... I lingered in various parties and even knew my own medicine. Vendor. Son, everything seems to be taken for granted. You know, it’s like everyone in Hollywood, alcohol, drugs, taste, sex. Love. Party... there’s nothing wrong, does it? I don’t know if it’s right, I don’t even know myself. What I want, I can only go out every night, wandering on the street, wanting to find something to do, but...but I don’t know why in the end, the ending is the same...I am scared, and I am also very Void, I don’t want this... Or maybe I just want it, because I don’t know what I should do."
Pedro said incoherently that the chaotic words could not clarify a clear line of thought, but this may be the true portrayal of Pedro: blankness, emptiness, and confusion.
"Shut up...shut up! I told you to shut up!" Hugo's angry roar erupted from low to high, and he immediately sat up, his amber eyes seemed to be like night owls in the dark. Li aimed at his prey, which made people shudder, even if Hugo was embarrassed at this time, his eyes still made people shudder.
Such a Hugo is so unfamiliar, yet so familiar, "I'm sorry, Hugo, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Pedro can only apologize constantly. Pedro clearly knows how much Hugo hates poison. In Houston, Hugo warned him not to smoke. Poison, but he still fell into this quagmire.
Inner fear and guilt kept tormenting Pedro. In fact, at the end of last year, there were other reasons for the dispute between Pedro and Neal over the charity event. Pedro had just gone to the bathroom to suck. The poison came out and didn't want to meet Neil. Pedro was worried that Neil would see the clues. This made him bravely arguing. Because of that guilt, Pedro vented all his anger towards Hugo.
But deep down, Pedro knew that Hugo had done nothing wrong. The same is true tonight.
Hugo looked at Pedro with red eyes. His pale face looked like a vampire, but it made his stomach tumble again. Hugo shook his head and whispered, "No, you don't need it. I'm sorry, you don't need it, neither does Alfonso, you are all independent individuals, so am I, I can choose what I want to do, I can give up my band job for the actor's job, what position do I criticize? What about you? You are just my teammates, not my children. I have no right to teach you, and you have no obligation to accommodate me. No, you are not wrong, none of you are wrong it is me that is wrong, me I'm just an arrogant man, I'm a self-centered bastard, I'm a **** who pretends to stand on the moral high ground..."
The face of Pedro in front of him was constantly interlacing and overlapping with that of Zhang Xiaoye, and the turbulent night would swallow him. Hugo couldn't bear it, and couldn't bear it anymore. As he said, he is not qualified to ask his teammates to accommodate him, nor is he qualified to discipline his teammates to make any choices.
"Hugo, stop, stop, you **** stop! You know it's not like that..." Pedro roared frantically, but the chaotic brain couldn't organize language at all, he could only deny it continuously. But he saw disappointment in Hugo’s clear and transparent eyes. The frustration gradually filled the amber color. The despair of giving up stung Pedro, and immediately tied his throat. I can't say a word, it can only be stiff in place.
The world was quiet again, no one spoke, only the beeping roar of the engine echoed in the night sky. Then Hugo stepped forward and resolutely left the stern, his figure disappeared into the dark night.
The sea breeze at night was raging more and more, but the rising sun that was suppressed under the night was still invisible, as if the night would never end.
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Hugo now feels that he is in a mess. He can't even tell what is in his brain. There is no way to sort out a clear line of thought in his chaotic head. He doesn't know how to react to Pedro's affairs. The countless turbulent thoughts in his mind made him unable to calm down at all.
Hugo only felt that when the chaos in his brain reached the extreme, it became a blank. He didn't even know where he was or what happened. For a moment, Hugo suddenly became confused. He now Is it before or after crossing?
Looking at Pedro’s soft figure lying on the ground, Hugo only felt that Zhang Xiaoye’s cold body was lying in front of him like this, and that vivid body lost its temperature little by little, in the dark. In the cold wind, it gradually became cold and stiff, Hugo could even clearly see that the eyes rose to the extreme. The splendor suddenly bloomed, and then disappeared, just like fireworks blooming in the night sky. generally.
I witnessed a life from existence to nothing, a living person turned into a cold corpse, the body left in place, no trace of the colorful soul can be found, only a pale, terrible to disgusting pale.
Hugo's stomach suddenly began to roll, and the vomiting that should have occurred dozens of minutes ago, at this time finally came, and then he ran to the railing in embarrassment, vomiting frantically at the pitch-black sea , It's like vomiting up all of your internal organs, and vomiting up all your soul.
He vomited until his stomach became empty and could not vomit anything, but Hugo was still lying on the deck, constantly retching, not knowing when it started, the hot tears just surging down like this, directly burned that because The sea breeze made his cheeks numb, but he didn't feel any pain at all. It just made Hugo dazed and fearful.
Hugo didn't know what was wrong with him, he didn't know what he was doing, the inexplicable tears were for Pedro, or Zhang Xiaoye, or for his own loss, so he kept vomiting at the sea. Until the bile had been vomited out, he lay on the icy deck and gradually calmed down.
The entire deck was quiet, no one spoke, and no one seemed to be planning to speak. Allen stood there, his eyes fell worryingly on Hugo's shoulders that were almost completely swallowed by darkness, and finally turned and left, because he knew that at this moment, the band of glory to death would take time.
Allen turned around and looked at the other side. The coastline was looming in sight, but he didn't know if the medical assistance that had been waiting on the shore could still be used.
Pedro was almost awake just now. He knew everything that happened at the scene, including Hugo's fist on him, but it wasn't until this time that the pain surged, and it became because of drug abuse. The slow nerves made him feel like walking in the clouds-not a wonderful one. Now that the painful nerves returned to normal, Pedro felt like he had been turned in a spin dryer for several hours.
But Pedro knew that it didn't seem to be the time to scream. He struggled to sit up, only to find that he was lying in his vomit, and his body was sour and stinky, even if it was a tramp. It was so disgusting and the pungent smell made Pedro frowned. He carefully looked up and looked around. Hugo, Alfonso and Neil did not notice his movements, only Fujin’s deep His eyes were hidden in the dark night, staring at his every move, which made Pedro involuntarily avoid his sight, but he couldn't even squeeze out an embarrassing look.
Pedro's dull brain finally became clear in Fugin's eyes, and he finally realized what had happened just now, which made Pedro let out a low groan in annoyance. He groaned, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." As he said, the tears in Pedro's eyes slipped down. He breathed heavily, trying to stop his tears, but all this was to no avail, he But weeping in embarrassment.
Alfonso stopped hitting the mast, but he didn't look back. He didn't know how he should face Pedro, let alone how to face Hugo. The shame swept over him. Alfonso was at a loss. He could only stand stiffly, cursing himself annoyedly, but besides that, he didn't know how to speak.
Hugo didn't look back either. He lay on the deck as if he was asleep, lying quietly, but his fists were trembling slightly because they were clenched too hard, revealing his innermost feelings. Surging and surging. Maybe he didn't want to look back, nor dared to look back, lest he lose control of his sanity again.
Neil was silent for a while, raised his head and glanced at Pedro, then lowered his head again. After a while, he asked in a deep voice, "When did it start?"
Pedro looked at Neil helplessly, and then at Hugo in the distance. He clenched his fist and smashed it twice on the deck. The clear pain made Pedro completely understand. When he woke up, his eyes fell on Neil at last, opened his mouth and tried to say something, but all the words of excuse were stuck in his throat, and a single voice was released, "'Road to Glory' tour When it comes to Houston."
Pedro said in a dumb voice, the voice that seemed to come from **** startled himself.
"I don't know, I don't know, I really don't know... I just wanted to try and see, just give it a try... But things gradually got out of control, and I have no way to control it. If I don’t smoke, I will be listless, the performance will start to make mistakes, I don’t want to make mistakes, I don’t want to ruin our performance... I'm sorry, Hugo, I'm sorry..." Pedro said, tears filled his eyes again, and he bit He pressed his lower lip and wiped away the tears in his eye sockets. He didn't want to use pity to win sympathy, but the tears couldn't be wiped clean.
"I really didn't want it, but when I realized it, I couldn't stop it... I lingered in various parties and even knew my own medicine. Vendor. Son, everything seems to be taken for granted. You know, it’s like everyone in Hollywood, alcohol, drugs, taste, sex. Love. Party... there’s nothing wrong, does it? I don’t know if it’s right, I don’t even know myself. What I want, I can only go out every night, wandering on the street, wanting to find something to do, but...but I don’t know why in the end, the ending is the same...I am scared, and I am also very Void, I don’t want this... Or maybe I just want it, because I don’t know what I should do."
Pedro said incoherently that the chaotic words could not clarify a clear line of thought, but this may be the true portrayal of Pedro: blankness, emptiness, and confusion.
"Shut up...shut up! I told you to shut up!" Hugo's angry roar erupted from low to high, and he immediately sat up, his amber eyes seemed to be like night owls in the dark. Li aimed at his prey, which made people shudder, even if Hugo was embarrassed at this time, his eyes still made people shudder.
Such a Hugo is so unfamiliar, yet so familiar, "I'm sorry, Hugo, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Pedro can only apologize constantly. Pedro clearly knows how much Hugo hates poison. In Houston, Hugo warned him not to smoke. Poison, but he still fell into this quagmire.
Inner fear and guilt kept tormenting Pedro. In fact, at the end of last year, there were other reasons for the dispute between Pedro and Neal over the charity event. Pedro had just gone to the bathroom to suck. The poison came out and didn't want to meet Neil. Pedro was worried that Neil would see the clues. This made him bravely arguing. Because of that guilt, Pedro vented all his anger towards Hugo.
But deep down, Pedro knew that Hugo had done nothing wrong. The same is true tonight.
Hugo looked at Pedro with red eyes. His pale face looked like a vampire, but it made his stomach tumble again. Hugo shook his head and whispered, "No, you don't need it. I'm sorry, you don't need it, neither does Alfonso, you are all independent individuals, so am I, I can choose what I want to do, I can give up my band job for the actor's job, what position do I criticize? What about you? You are just my teammates, not my children. I have no right to teach you, and you have no obligation to accommodate me. No, you are not wrong, none of you are wrong it is me that is wrong, me I'm just an arrogant man, I'm a self-centered bastard, I'm a **** who pretends to stand on the moral high ground..."
The face of Pedro in front of him was constantly interlacing and overlapping with that of Zhang Xiaoye, and the turbulent night would swallow him. Hugo couldn't bear it, and couldn't bear it anymore. As he said, he is not qualified to ask his teammates to accommodate him, nor is he qualified to discipline his teammates to make any choices.
"Hugo, stop, stop, you **** stop! You know it's not like that..." Pedro roared frantically, but the chaotic brain couldn't organize language at all, he could only deny it continuously. But he saw disappointment in Hugo’s clear and transparent eyes. The frustration gradually filled the amber color. The despair of giving up stung Pedro, and immediately tied his throat. I can't say a word, it can only be stiff in place.
The world was quiet again, no one spoke, only the beeping roar of the engine echoed in the night sky. Then Hugo stepped forward and resolutely left the stern, his figure disappeared into the dark night.
The sea breeze at night was raging more and more, but the rising sun that was suppressed under the night was still invisible, as if the night would never end.
Hugo now feels that he is in a mess. He can't even tell what is in his brain. There is no way to sort out a clear line of thought in his chaotic head. He doesn't know how to react to Pedro's affairs. The countless turbulent thoughts in his mind made him unable to calm down at all.Hugo only felt that when the chaos in his brain reached the extreme, it became a blank. He didn't even know where he was or what happened. For a moment, Hugo suddenly became confused. He now Is it before or after crossing?Looking at Pedro's soft figure lying on the ground, Hugo only felt that Zhang Xiaoye's cold body was lying in front of him like this, and that vivid body lost its temperature little by little, in the dark. In the cold wind, it gradually became cold and stiff, Hugo could even clearly see that the eyes rose to the extreme. The splendor suddenly bloomed, and then disappeared, just like fireworks blooming in the night sky. generally.I witnessed a life from existence to nothing, a living person turned into a cold corpse, the body left in place, no trace of the colorful soul can be found, only a pale, terrible to disgusting pale.Hugo's stomach suddenly began to roll, and the vomiting that should have occurred dozens of minutes ago, at this time finally came, and then he ran to the railing in embarrassment, vomiting frantically at the pitch-black sea , It's like vomiting up all of your internal organs, and vomiting up all your soul.He vomited until his stomach became empty and could not vomit anything, but Hugo was still lying on the deck, constantly retching, not knowing when it started, the hot tears just surging down like this, directly burned that because The sea breeze made his cheeks numb, but he didn't feel any pain at all. It just made Hugo dazed and fearful.Hugo didn't know what was wrong with him, he didn't know what he was doing, the inexplicable tears were for Pedro, or Zhang Xiaoye, or for his own loss, so he kept vomiting at the sea. Until the bile had been vomited out, he lay on the icy deck and gradually calmed down.The entire deck was quiet, no one spoke, and no one seemed to be planning to speak. Allen stood there, his eyes fell worryingly on Hugo's shoulders that were almost completely swallowed by darkness, and finally turned and left, because he knew that at this moment, the band of glory to death would take time.Allen turned around and looked at the other side. The coastline was looming in sight, but he didn't know if the medical assistance that had been waiting on the shore could still be used.Pedro was almost awake just now. He knew everything that happened at the scene, including Hugo's fist on him, but it wasn't until this time that the pain surged, and it became because of drug abuse. The slow nerves made him feel like walking in the clouds-not a wonderful one. Now that the painful nerves returned to normal, Pedro felt like he had been turned in a spin dryer for several hours.But Pedro knew that it didn't seem to be the time to scream. He struggled to sit up, only to find that he was lying in his vomit, and his body was sour and stinky, even if it was a tramp. It was so disgusting and the pungent smell made Pedro frowned. He carefully looked up and looked around. Hugo, Alfonso and Neil did not notice his movements, only Fujin's deep His eyes were hidden in the dark night, staring at his every move, which made Pedro involuntarily avoid his sight, but he couldn't even squeeze out an embarrassing look.Pedro's dull brain finally became clear in Fugin's eyes, and he finally realized what had happened just now, which made Pedro let out a low groan in annoyance. He groaned, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." As he said, the tears in Pedro's eyes slipped down. He breathed heavily, trying to stop his tears, but all this was to no avail, he But weeping in embarrassment.Alfonso stopped hitting the mast, but he didn't look back. He didn't know how he should face Pedro, let alone how to face Hugo. The shame swept over him. Alfonso was at a loss. He could only stand stiffly, cursing himself annoyedly, but besides that, he didn't know how to speak.Hugo didn't look back either. He lay on the deck as if he was asleep, lying quietly, but his fists were trembling slightly because they were clenched too hard, revealing his innermost feelings. Surging and surging. Maybe he didn't want to look back, nor dared to look back, lest he lose control of his sanity again.Neil was silent for a while, raised his head and glanced at Pedro, then lowered his head again. After a while, he asked in a deep voice, "When did it start?"Pedro looked at Neil helplessly, and then at Hugo in the distance. He clenched his fist and smashed it twice on the deck. The clear pain made Pedro completely understand. When he woke up, his eyes fell on Neil at last, opened his mouth and tried to say something, but all the words of excuse were stuck in his throat, and a single voice was released, "'Road to Glory' tour When it comes to Houston."Pedro said in a dumb voice, the voice that seemed to come from **** startled himself."I don't know, I don't know, I really don't know... I just wanted to try and see, just give it a try... But things gradually got out of control, and I have no way to control it. If I don't smoke, I will be listless, the performance will start to make mistakes, I don't want to make mistakes, I don't want to ruin our performance... I'm sorry, Hugo, I'm sorry..." Pedro said, tears filled his eyes again, and he bit He pressed his lower lip and wiped away the tears in his eye sockets. He didn't want to use pity to win sympathy, but the tears couldn't be wiped clean."I really didn't want it, but when I realized it, I couldn't stop it... I lingered in various parties and even knew my own medicine. Vendor. Son, everything seems to be taken for granted. You know, it's like everyone in Hollywood, alcohol, drugs, taste, sex. Love. Party... there's nothing wrong, does it? I don't know if it's right, I don't even know myself. What I want, I can only go out every night, wandering on the street, wanting to find something to do, but...but I don't know why in the end, the ending is the same...I am scared, and I am also very Void, I don't want this... Or maybe I just want it, because I don't know what I should do."Pedro said incoherently that the chaotic words could not clarify a clear line of thought, but this may be the true portrayal of Pedro: blankness, emptiness, and confusion."Shut up...shut up! I told you to shut up!" Hugo's angry roar erupted from low to high, and he immediately sat up, his amber eyes seemed to be like night owls in the dark. Li aimed at his prey, which made people shudder, even if Hugo was embarrassed at this time, his eyes still made people shudder.Such a Hugo is so unfamiliar, yet so familiar, "I'm sorry, Hugo, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Pedro can only apologize constantly. Pedro clearly knows how much Hugo hates poison. In Houston, Hugo warned him not to smoke. Poison, but he still fell into this quagmire.Inner fear and guilt kept tormenting Pedro. In fact, at the end of last year, there were other reasons for the dispute between Pedro and Neal over the charity event. Pedro had just gone to the bathroom to suck. The poison came out and didn't want to meet Neil. Pedro was worried that Neil would see the clues. This made him bravely arguing. Because of that guilt, Pedro vented all his anger towards Hugo.But deep down, Pedro knew that Hugo had done nothing wrong. The same is true tonight.Hugo looked at Pedro with red eyes. His pale face looked like a vampire, but it made his stomach tumble again. Hugo shook his head and whispered, "No, you don't need it. I'm sorry, you don't need it, neither does Alfonso, you are all independent individuals, so am I, I can choose what I want to do, I can give up my band job for the actor's job, what position do I criticize? What about you? You are just my teammates, not my children. I have no right to teach you, and you have no obligation to accommodate me. No, you are not wrong, none of you are wrong it is me that is wrong, me I'm just an arrogant man, I'm a self-centered bastard, I'm a **** who pretends to stand on the moral high ground..."The face of Pedro in front of him was constantly interlacing and overlapping with that of Zhang Xiaoye, and the turbulent night would swallow him. Hugo couldn't bear it, and couldn't bear it anymore. As he said, he is not qualified to ask his teammates to accommodate him, nor is he qualified to discipline his teammates to make any choices."Hugo, stop, stop, you **** stop! You know it's not like that..." Pedro roared frantically, but the chaotic brain couldn't organize language at all, he could only deny it continuously. But he saw disappointment in Hugo's clear and transparent eyes. The frustration gradually filled the amber color. The despair of giving up stung Pedro, and immediately tied his throat. I can't say a word, it can only be stiff in place.The world was quiet again, no one spoke, only the beeping roar of the engine echoed in the night sky. Then Hugo stepped forward and resolutely left the stern, his figure disappeared into the dark night.The sea breeze at night was raging more and more, but the rising sun that was suppressed under the night was still invisible, as if the night would never end.
