Robert stood beside him, looking at him earnestly, with a smile on his face, but no one could guess what he really thought inside. In fact, Robert was observing Hugo's performance at this time, and he has always been very curious about why so many film critics are full of praise for Hugo, and more importantly, many crew members also praise Hugo.

You know, compared to those bigwigs, Hollywood senior staff are often more powerful, such as screenwriters, cinematographers, drama managers, scene writers, lighting engineers, makeup artists, etc., because they are the front-line people in the work, although they have little power in their hands, they can often change more things. So, it's never been easy to win the praise of these staff.

Robert came to the scene today to see it with his own eyes.

Robert could detect the slightest difference, but he couldn't say why, this scene had not yet been officially filmed, and Hugo sitting on the sofa was already different. The aura that slowly settled down seemed to ...... It's a little chilly, but it's mixed with a little warmth; A little detached, but at the same time softly affectionate—it was so contradictory that Robert couldn't figure it out. But what is certain is that just by looking at his back, Robert noticed the subtle changes in Hugo.

The sound of the broadcast of the scene resounded on the set, which made Robert retract his attention and fully engage.

Lynn walked into the kitchen, leaving Cole standing at the door, Malcolm still had a faint smile on his face, as if he was in a relaxed mood because of the conversation between Lynn and Cole just now, but this smile was not fully relaxed, just stayed at the corner of his mouth, he tried to relax his shoulders, but when he saw Cole coming over, he still leaned forward a little and made a positive gesture.

Malcolm was too cautious in the face of Cole, trying to avoid a repeat of Vincent's tragedy, but Malcolm didn't know what went wrong. So, this time with Cole was a fresh start, and Malcolm had to be cautious - but it was a little too tense.

"Hey." Malcolm smiled and whispered hello, Cole walked over with a light step, but stopped five steps away from Malcolm, Malcolm didn't mind, and pointed to the sofa chair opposite him with both hands, "Want to sit?" ”

Cole looked at the couch in front of him with some hesitation, then shook his head, but still didn't say a word.

The alienated vigilance made Malcolm clearly feel, and the smile on the corner of his mouth narrowed slightly, but it never disappeared, "Don't you want to talk about it today?" The non-aggressive words and attitude made Cole relax slightly, and he finally made eye contact with Malcolm, but Cole shook his head lightly and didn't speak.

Malcolm pursed his lips and smiled, a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes, but his left hand was rubbing the fingertips of his right hand, this small detail revealed the tension in his heart, "Do you want to play games?" Malcolm's relaxed tone made Cole show a puzzled look, and Malcolm couldn't help but explain, "It's a game of reading thoughts...... Malcolm's expression became relaxed, and a shallow smile was reflected from the bottom of his eyes, but the oppressive and dull atmosphere of the scene still seemed quiet and difficult, "I read your thoughts, and if I say it right, you take a step forward; If I'm wrong, you take a step back and go to the door. If you walk to a chair, you sit down; You retreat to the door, and you can go. Want to play? ”

Cole looked at the kitchen with some concern, and could faintly hear his mother busy, Cole thought seriously for a moment, and then nodded with difficulty.

Robert stood by, unaware of it, and he held his breath as if the air had froze in the whole scene.

Hugo—no, it should have been Malcolm, his expression was deep and heavy, his soft and warm tone was always tinged with hesitation and uncertainty, and he tried to lighten his emotions a little, trying to see things from the perspective of a child about ten years old, but those amber eyes were full of unease and flickering in the light of the light.

Cole, who stood across from Malcolm, had a hint of trepidation on his pale little face, as if he were a fawn that would be alarmed at any moment, and every step was so frightened and light that he didn't seem to hear even a sound. Fear deepened in Cole's eyes every time Malcolm said a question, and the wandering gaze created an atmosphere of horror.

The sparks between Hugo and Haley can be clearly felt even from a few steps away, and the tense and soft atmosphere is like cold and biting cold air, slowly spreading throughout the room. Even though it wasn't cold in the room at all, Robert couldn't help but shiver twice in a row.

Robert looked earnestly into Hugo's eyes, those amber eyes always with a hint of uneasy caution, as if they were a castle in the sky, ready to disappear at any moment, the terrifying atmosphere that slowed his heart down to the extreme, penetrated all the pores of his body, burrowed into the bloodstream, as if it was slowly freezing him into ice.

It's hard to imagine that just relying on the power of performance can create that kind of tension, so that Robert can't help but look behind him, as if there is a spirit standing behind him.

Malcolm's first three questions were so overwhelming that Cole took three steps forward, just one step away from being on the armchair, which made Malcolm's eyes burst with confidence, while Cole's eyes were becoming more and more uncertain, and the vague fear made the air almost suffocate.

But then, Malcolm made a mistake, he saw the old men's watch on Cole's wrist, and said in a deep voice, "Your father left that watch for you before he left." But Cole hesitated, but took a step back, this originally sure question actually went wrong, which made Malcolm's eyes flicker slightly, a little uncertain, the confidence that had just been built up was as fleeting as ice and snow melted in an instant, and even the smile on the corner of his mouth stiffened slightly.

Cole also seemed to be aware of Malcolm's mood swings, explaining, "He forgot about it in a drawer." It's broken. ”

Malcolm exhaled softly, but the confidence in his heart was difficult to organize again, he removed Cole's eyes for the first time, lowered his eyelids slightly, hiding the mixed emotions in the depths of his eyes, and his left hand subconsciously grabbed his right hand, gently twisting his fingertips. After a while, after the struggle under his eyes was cleared, he raised his eyes again, but the amber light dimmed a little, "You are very quiet in school, but you have always been a good student, and you never cause trouble. ”

Cole's eyes flickered slightly, and he actually took a step back. This made Malcolm a little agitated, and he actually moved his seat, his eyes fixed on Cole's retreating steps, but apparently his confidence had been hit hard, and he could barely hide his uneasiness, his eyes kept looking Cole up and down, as if Cole's retreat was repeating Vincent's tragedy, little by little out of his control. But Malcolm couldn't catch Cole directly, because this was a psychological alienation, and the control of the body would only exacerbate this alienation, which made Malcolm continuously purse his dry lips, and gently clasped the thumb of his right hand with his left hand, the fear that he would completely lose it as soon as he let go made his heart beat more and more slowly, and he was almost inaudible.

"Once in art class," Cole's breath unconsciously stabilized, as if he had felt safe after moving away from Malcolm, and even his voice stopped trembling, "whatever we paint." I drew a man and another person stabbed him in the neck with a screwdriver. ”

Cole's answer not only caused Malcolm to lose confidence, but also to alert him - he rang Vincent again, his breathing stopped in an instant, and Malcolm said in an almost muttered voice, "Did you see it on TV?" Cole. ”

Cole took another step back, but this time he didn't explain Malcolm's problem, instead saying, "Everybody was so angry that they called Mom to school, and Mom started crying. At this point, Cole's voice began to tremble again, as if he was afraid of something, "I won't paint these anymore." ”

"What are you painting now?" Malcolm could sense Cole's fear, but he couldn't say why, so he could only cautiously continue to ask.

Cole exhaled softly, "I'll draw...... Smiling people, running dogs, and rainbows. Drawing a rainbow won't get you in trouble. ”

"yes, I don't think so." Malcolm squeezed his fingers hard, his brow furrowed slightly, and although it was subtle, he could clearly feel the heaviness of his heart.

Cole turned his head to look at his side, looking up and down as if someone was standing next to him, which made his eyes even more frightened, and he held his breath and said to Malcolm, "What am I thinking right now?" ”

Malcolm gritted his teeth and pursed his lips, but finally chose to be honest, "I don't know what you're thinking. This made Cole take a step back again, and the despair in Malcolm's eyes surged up again, helplessness and gloom grabbed his heart fiercely, pinched it hard, but did not let go, Malcolm's whole body stiffened in place, and the sadness between his eyebrows was so thick that it could not be dissolved.

Cole shook his head slightly, "I was thinking, you're a good person, but you can't help me......" After saying that, Cole left the hall and went straight to his room. Malcolm, who was sitting in place, couldn't make any movements, as if his soul was frozen, and sat in place.