Chapter 1911： Special gift

Reading classical literature in the United States, William Shakespeare is almost a compulsory course, and many people have spent their entire lives studying Shakespeare, just like Cao Xueqin's Chinese classical literature. However, Hugo has always lacked a little enthusiasm for Shakespeare. He has always liked French literature more, including Dumas, Rousseau, Voltaire, Balzac, Flaubert, etc., which made Hugo devote more energy. Among them, the words of Victor Hugo undoubtedly have a special charm, which makes Hugo intoxicated.

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

Hugo opened the cover and read it carefully. Although Hugo didn’t know much about French, he could still understand it easily. Then Hugo noticed a detail. The book was published in 1862. And it's also the latest chapter of the first edition of the Tang Family's Female Elementary Cultivation Fairy. In 1862? Isn't this... the year "Les Miserables" was actually published?

"Jesus Christ!" Hugo couldn't help but let out a sigh, his inner emotions could not be suppressed. This...is it the first edition of "Les Miserables"? In this way, Ellen packed it up casually, and then sent it over as a gift, and was thrown on the ground by Joseph and the others. If this collection of books were put on auction, it would be robbed by countless people.

This gift of Allen cannot be calculated by value at all, because the sincerity of the gift has far exceeded the value of the material itself. I picked up the card again and saw the scribbled font read, "Thirty Tribute—— "Alan Strello", just a few simple words, but Hugo clearly felt the warmth, which made Hugo's mouth a smile.

"Hugo, can I help you open the present?" Samora watched Hugo sit quietly beside him and said nothing, waited impatiently for a long time, and finally couldn't help it, breaking the silence in the hall. Then he saw Hugo raising his head and showing a bright smile, "Of course, you wouldn't expect me to take all these gifts apart, right?"

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

Ignoring the sound of Samora and Joseph happily opening gifts next to him, Hugo slid from the armrest to the sofa, and carefully put Allen’s gift on the coffee table, whether it was "Modern Times" or "Miscellaneous World", this They are all antiques, and they are all paper products, and they might be torn if accidentally.

Hugo has not seriously studied how to preserve antique books. He used to go directly to the library to borrow books when he was in school, but he at least knew that he must not be overly violent, because after years of wind and frost and many people’s hands, these papers have already Become extremely fragile. Therefore, Hugo carefully put it on the coffee table, planning to ask the experts to see how to collect these antiques.

Sitting on the sofa, Hugo noticed something underneath his buttocks. When he lowered his head, it was a gift box. When he picked it up, it turned out to be a huge square box, which looked like a pizza box, but better than pizza. The box is a bit flattened.

The sound of tearing and tearing next to it sounds like a symphony. It is rare and beautiful. No wonder people always like to open gifts, not only because they look forward to the items in the gift box, but also because the process of opening the gift is like shopping. , Making the mood fly up involuntarily, Hugo turned over the pizza box in his hand, trying to find the card on it, but found nothing. He could not help but stand up and looked on the sofa, but I still haven't found the card, is it in the box?

Tear it, Hugo also opened the box, it was really a pizza box, and it was flattened by Hugo, which made Hugo laugh with a flutter. If someone really gave him a frozen pizza, That is really the best today. Opening the pizza box, Hugo was stunned, not disappointed, just stunned.

There is no pizza in the box, of course it is not a pizza, but a vinyl record.

It is no secret that Hugo collects vinyl records. He often buys records on Sunset Boulevard. Many audiophiles know Hugo. Even the members of the glory to death will help him buy some vinyl records from time to time. But giving vinyl records is too risky, because Hugo's own collection is very rich. If it is not an orphan or out of print, then it would be just a laugh to be generous in front of Hugo. However, there is a vinyl record in front of me.

"Storm Shelter (shelter...the. from Bob Dylan.

This vinyl record is not a treasure, nor is it out of print. Hugo once collected this vinyl record. This record was released in 1975 when Bob was at his peak. It had a large circulation at the time and the song was also very popular, so it was not a special product. But because of its popularity, it’s not easy to find it now—because everyone keeps it at home, and the quantity is too large. Almost everyone has a copy. There is not much space in the collection market. There is no buyer’s market, and naturally there is no People will take the initiative to sell the latest chapters that I thought I was a dragon set.

But Hugo’s own collection was broken. On that night of "Unbelieving Fairy Tales", Charlize confessed to Hugo about her father for the first time, and unreservedly showed her inner wounds in the rain. In front of Guo, it has remained deeply in Hugo's mind so far. At that time, Hugo accidentally trampled on his vinyl record collection in order to rush to rescue Charlize, who was being followed. After that, he never found other copies.

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 had forgotten, Charlize did not forget, and chose to give it to him in such a form at such a moment.

Looking at the profile of Bob Dylan on the cover, Hugo’s memories drifted gently to that distant night. Those trivial conversations had become blurred, but the moonlight and dust floating in the air were still so clear. , It seems that every detail is very clear, and I clearly outline those pictures in my mind.

John Waite's single "I Miss You" floated slowly in the air, keeping the memory of that night in the depths of my mind forever. "No, I don’t want to miss you because you have left me; no, I don’t want to miss you, even if I say anything. I don’t miss you, I didn’t deceive 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 on the tip of the tongue is dancing, but I can't distinguish 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 take back the thoughts floating in the air, and focused his eyes on the record again. No wonder that none of the cards above are attached, because this gift is so unique, even without a card, Hugo knows who the gift comes from.

"Hugo, Steven gave you a super 8mm camera." Samora took the small and exquisite black camera and ran to the back of the sofa. "Hey, isn't Charlize giving you frozen pizza? Really impressive. Disappointment! We thought that Charlize was going to win with surprise this year."

Hugo chuckled and laughed, "If it's really frozen pizza, left outside for so long, it should be thawed, so you can't eat it."

Samora immediately uttered 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's okay if you don't say it. I'm hungry when I say that, you plan to eat. Supper?" After speaking, Samora happily ran towards the kitchen, "Hey, Samora, give me Steven's gift."

Samora retired again and handed Steven Spielberg's gift to Hugo. Then he ran to the kitchen, but because the passage between the hall and the kitchen had been blocked, Samora sent out Mumbled complainingly, "...but it certainly won't trouble me!"

Hugo couldn't help but smile, and looked down at the super 8mm camera in his hand. He knew that this was the medium of the budding film dreams of Steven's boyhood, and now Steven gave him another one. This made Hugo also curious and wanted to fiddle with the camera in his hand.

People like to open gifts for no reason, because there may be things they like, hate, and surprises, even far beyond what they think. Hugo thought for a while, temporarily put the camera on the sofa, then lowered his head and took apart the well-preserved vinyl record on his lap. Then he saw that there was Bob Dylan's autograph on the cover. This Hugo gave a small smile, then opened the package of the record, carefully stepped over a large pile of gifts, walked to the side of the TV cabinet, put the record on the gramophone, the familiar rustling sound was in the early morning of the night. The middle drifts slowly, and the melody is like moonlight, permeating every corner of the night bit by bit.

"That's 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 figure is scattered..."

Immediately, Hugo walked to the side again and shouted to Joseph, "I'll open the gift too!" Hugo was also very curious about what weird gifts would appear tonight. "Where are the gifts for you guys? I want to see!" Hugo exclaimed, the exhaustion of the night was wiped out, but instead he became more and more excited.

It's just... I'm leaving for the "Trumen's World" crew today. It's four o'clock in the morning. Is this really good?