Superstar

After the chaos just now, everyone in the coffee shop seemed to have lingering fears, but after all, it was someone else's private business, so everyone took their attention back and returned to their own world.

The same is true for Hugo and Charlotte, but Charlotte’s reaction seems to be more intense. She is very repulsive of "suicide" because she is a person who loves life. In her opinion, being alive is a piece of happiness. Although life is not always good, learning to enjoy life is the most important thing.

Hugo agreed with Charlotte's point of view, but he was not as radical as Charlotte, because he always believed that everyone's situation is different, and no one can truly understand the thoughts of the parties involved. What's more, suicide actually requires courage, and not everyone has the courage to end their lives.

Seeing Charlotte who was screaming "Going out to get some air", Hugo laughed blankly. Charlotte said goodbye to Hugo in a hurry, and then left the elephant cafe, disappearing into the heavy blue rain outside. In fact, Hugo is very envious of Charlotte like this, dare to love and hate , Reckless and reckless, perhaps in the eyes of many people, Charlotte's floating life is a disaster, but Hugo knows that at least Charlotte enjoys it.

Hugo picked up the faintly scented coffee in front of him, and began to flip through the newspapers placed on the counter of the coffee shop. Scotland seemed to be yelling again, which made Hugo laugh, because he remembered 2013 or 2014. At the time, Scotland was still calling for this matter, as if a referendum was going to be held, but I didn’t know what the final result would be.

At this moment, Hugo felt a line of sight projected over. He raised his head and saw the smile of the woman who was sitting not far away. In addition to gratitude in his eyes, there were more lingering fears. Hugo knew that the woman finally figured it out. If she really left just now, the daughter who was waiting to be fed would be the most pitiful. So Hugo smiled at the woman and expressed encouragement.

"Hello, I’m Joanna Rowling..." The woman opened her mouth and expressed her thanks again, but Hugo felt that she hadn’t helped much. He could feel that the woman’s heart was still very depressed, if she was really depressed. If you do, you still need to ask a professional psychiatrist. But Hugo's words were only general, and the strong sense of familiarity that emerged in his brain made his words stop.

Joanna Rowling, why does this name sound so familiar. Hugo is really not very good at remembering names. Even if the strong sense of familiarity almost stopped his brain from working, correspondingly, he couldn't connect the body of the name. This feeling of knowing the answer but still having no way to associate it is really terrible.

"Psychiatrist?" Joanna smiled bitterly and twitched her mouth. "If I remember correctly, it should not be included in the medical insurance." Joanna looked at her daughter who was sleeping quietly in the stroller, gently Shrugged, "I am now receiving government subsidies. I don't think I can afford the rent, so I think..."

Hugo forcibly suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his mind, and carefully looked at Joanna before him. Although he had felt her embarrassment just now, because the whole situation was in chaos, Hugo didn't have time to look at each other.

At this time Joanna looked very thin, with only a bone in her thin shoulders, which made the dark brown sweater look like it was hanging on a hanger. Her messy hair had no luster, and she knew it was three meals a day. Without the sequelae of eating well, the yellowish-brown cheeks are still gray, looking like they are fifty years old, but there are not too many wrinkles at the ends of the eyebrows, which is not consistent with the "fifty years old". Presumably, she should be much younger than her apparent age.

The most important thing is that although she just cheered up and temporarily abandoned the thought of suicide, the haggard and pain between her eyebrows still linger, just like the navy blue rain curtain outside the window, letting people see anything The light of hope.

Hugo's eyes shifted slightly. The stroller was dilapidated, and it looked like it had been used for some years. The stroller was covered with a plum coat, but the cufflinks of the coat were very worn out. The original black is now very textured. It looks like a pile of disgusting water plants.

Although Joanna didn't say anything, Hugo knew that her recent situation was very bad.

"Tough time?" Hugo raised his eyebrows slightly, put the newspaper down, and looked at Joanna with his hands on the table. Joanna's confused eyes looked at Hugo, gleaming with hesitation and resistance. Indeed, they only knew it for less than twenty minutes. Even if Hugo saved Joanna from suicide, they were still strangers. It was natural that Joanna could not immediately believe in Hugo.

Hugo didn't mind either, and twitched the corner of his mouth lightly, "You know, many times failure does not mean the end, but a new beginning. I am not saying that failure is the mother of success nonsense, but..." Hugo's ridicule caused Joanna to twitch her lips slightly, and chuckled slightly, "I have been thinking that failure is often a reminder, maybe it is a reminder that we should be alert to past mistakes and create conditions for success... Well, failure is indeed the mother of success." Joanna laughed out loud this time, she could feel the lightness in Hugo's words, and she couldn't help but outline the light smile on Hugo's mouth. Corners of the mouth.

"But perhaps, failure also tells us that this is the wrong path and we should change our choices." Hugo said hesitantly. Everyone can say the truth, but it doesn't necessarily apply to everyone. Hugo is just explaining his own experience and his own thoughts. He is not to unravel Joanna, but simply communicate, hoping to open up Joanna’s thinking, "You know, when we learn to face failure, we can learn not to Re-deceive yourself, be loyal to yourself, and bet all your mentality to accomplish the goal you value most. Perhaps this change is a kind of release, allowing you to regain freedom and see a different future."

"You are saying that although I have nothing right now, at least I still have Jessica and government subsidies. Does that mean?" Joanna looked at Hugo. Although the smile on the corner of her mouth narrowed, it did not disappear. . Hugo raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and shook his head, "This is what you said." The innocent look of "I don't know anything" made Joanna's smile reintroduced, and her eyes were lowered. He tapped his chin and whispered, "Yes, although my greatest fear is still lingering, but I am still alive, I have a lovely daughter, and an old typewriter, at least, I can still Try to write the idea in my mind, and pray for a new breakthrough before I starve to death."

"Typewriter? Oh, you are a...reporter?" Hugo asked tentatively.

"No, of course not." Joanna laughed, making Hugo inexplicable.

Joanna remembered her ex-husband. He was a journalist, a journalist from Portugal. In the early nineties, being a journalist as the uncrowned king was still one of the most desirable jobs. Journalists were even able to work with doctors and lawyers. Comparable. Therefore, Joanna is mocking the profession of journalism, and she is also laughing at herself-if she can become a journalist, life will not be so difficult now. Naturally, Hugo didn't know these internal causes, and could only be at a loss.

"I'm a writer, oh, no, I should say, I tried to be a writer." Joanna laughed mockingly. "To be more precise, I have failed, and everything else may have failed. So, I want to give it a try." Joanna raised her head and looked at Hugo, "As you just said, I should learn not to deceive myself and be loyal to myself. I want to be a writer, long, long ago, To be precise, it should be when I was in elementary school. In 1989, I had a great idea. I have been trying to write it down, but it was very difficult. It has been intermittent. Maybe I should devote all my energy to this idea. Creation becomes a story."

"Who knows, maybe I will become a real writer." Joanna stared at Hugo, with a shy and formal smile on her mouth, which was very inconsistent with her appearance-she looked like she was A fifty-year-old woman with such a shy smile is more like a thirty-year-old woman.

Hugo did not react immediately, but looked at Joanna with wide-eyed eyes.

Joanna couldn’t see the surprise and astonishment in Hugo’s eyes. She only knew that Hugo hadn’t responded to her, which caused her lack of confidence to shrink back again, "Oh...I know...maybe, this is A terrible note...I haven't even written an article of more than two thousand words before this...oh~www.readwn.com~God, I'm not sure..."

Hugo choked on his own saliva, and coughed, saying, "No...cough cough, no...no, huh...I mean, you can try, you can try." After that, Hugo quickly explained, "You must know that an excellent novel starts with an amazing idea. My university studies classical literature, and before those great writers start writing, they also I don’t know that your work can have such a huge impact on future generations. So, you don’t need to worry, as long as you are willing to try, it’s a great first step, isn’t it?"

"Are you sure?" Joanna looked at Hugo wanderingly, her tired eyebrows wrinkled again, looking very uneasy.

"Of course, of course." Hugo said quickly and surely, "what did we just say? Failure is a new beginning, isn't it?"

Joanna can certainly become a writer, and she is also a successful writer and a great writer. Because Hugo finally remembered the name!

Joanna Rowling, to be precise, it should be Joanna Catherine Rowling, which is j. k. Rowling! The author of the "Harry Potter" series of novels. ()