"I just heard Joe say that you still have work tomorrow morning?" Charlize stepped on the side walk next to the sidewalk, propped up his hands, and staggered along, his skirt held up by his right hand fluttering in the wind.

Hugo stood at the bottom of the sidewalk, following Charlize step by step, looking around the empty street, worrying if a car would suddenly come out from behind, and chatting with Charlize without a word, "Well, there is an interview at ten o'clock, from 'US Weekly', which was scheduled two weeks ago. ”

"James is probably going to be happy, this big exclusive is something that no one else can grab if they want to." Charlize laughed and looked back at Hugo, "At the Sunset Tower Hotel just now, I saw that the editors-in-chief of those magazines had green eyes, and Sandra was still there and said, if it weren't for the fact that there were too many people around, they looked like they wanted to rush up and pull you naked, hahahaha......" Speaking of the happy part, Charlize couldn't help but laugh.

Hugo had a speechless expression, "Hey, is it really good for you to say that about your man?" Charlize couldn't stop at all, because she laughed too exaggeratedly, her center of gravity was unstable, and she almost fell straight down, but fortunately Hugo supported her in time, which allowed her to maintain her balance again.

Oscar night is over, and there is no way for Hugo to sneak away in advance tonight, and everyone in the audience is locked on him. Considering the next interests of DreamWorks and Endeavour Elite Agency, Hugo also dismissed the idea of leaving early, and stayed to patiently deal with everyone.

As Charlize said, tonight with a series of historical records, Hugo's influence is growing, and the unique superstar name in the history of North America does not come out of thin air, and Hugo must now take on more responsibility.

The Screen Actors Guild, the Writers Guild of America, and the Producers Guild of America all wanted Hugo to hold a key position, and even though Hugo repeatedly insisted that he had no interest in these trivial matters -- as if he were a nominal consultant at Endeavour Elite Agency and DreamWorks, the union was still unwilling to give up. The Writers Guild of America even sent Ernst Lechmann to come out in person, which made Hugo really laugh and cry.

The president of the Cannes Film Festival also came to the Oscar night, hoping that Hugo would be a member of the jury of this year's film festival, which was really a huge surprise, Hugo was not prepared at all, and actually entered the "jury" level.

At the same time, with the further expansion of DreamWorks, their cooperation with the eight major film companies will also increase, especially the fast-growing distribution department, many of the key need for Hugo to join Steven Spielberg or David Geffen to use their influence to achieve their goals.

Not to mention the work of Endeavor Elite Brokerage Firm......

These are only Hugo's own responsibilities, and the major media have focused on Hugo's cake, "Rock and Roll Glory" and "This Life is in Vain" (I. Lived)'s eight-in-a-row championship momentum is unrivaled, and the Oscars witnessed Hugo's third actor statuette, the second screenwriter and the first producer, at this time in the glory to death publicity period, almost every uncrowned king is not willing to miss this opportunity.

The most important thing is that this is not the end of Hugo, the 21st century has just begun, and no one knows how history will be written!

So, tonight's Oscar night is nothing short of utter madness. Hugo stayed until two o'clock in the morning, and the party had gradually entered carnival mode, and people were leaving the Sunset Tower Hotel one after another, some going to other parties, some going to other transactions...... Hugo and Charlize were able to sneak out.

Charlize only had to think of Sandra's words, and then think of the figures that were constantly surrounding Hugo, he couldn't control his smile, and finally saw Hugo's helpless expression, so he made a gesture of pulling the zipper of his mouth and stopped, "I mean really, do you have a sense of reality now?" ”

Hugo lowered his head and thought about it seriously.

Does he have a sense of realism? Actually, no, not all the time. From 1992 to now, everything has been wonderful, including the bumps, the bumps, the setbacks. For others, there is only one life, if you miss it, there is no way, and there is no way to turn back time if you make a wrong choice, but he has a second time, isn't that wonderful enough? Every minute and every second is so perfect.

Even though Hugo knew that all this was reality, the sense of realism still floated in mid-air, as if he couldn't find his center of gravity at all, and gravity couldn't get his feet to hit the ground. It's like...... It's like John Nash in "A Beautiful Mind", for him, Charles, William and Marcy are real, he is clearly visible, but everyone tells him that it is false, that it does not exist, but what can John do? He was able to see them, he was able to touch them, he was able to feel them, he was even able to communicate emotionally with them. But the uncertainty between the real and the unreal left John at a loss.

Hugo, it seems, is the same.

14 Grammy trophies, six individual Oscar trophies, a Silver Bear at the Berlin Film Festival, and a Best Actor Award at the Cannes Film Festival; two albums with sales of 10 million, one album with sales of more than 20 million, and ten number one singles; A work with a box office of 500 million, two works with a box office of 300 million, four works with a box office of 200 million, and four works with a box office of 100 million...... Add to that the North American box office charts, the global box office charts, the Billboard Album Charts, the Billboard Singles Charts, the British Pop Music Charts, and countless other lists.

Is all this real? No kidding, it sounds like a fantasy.

It's like tonight, he won three trophies as a producer, actor, and screenwriter as an individual, among which the Oscar winner still successfully defended the title, which seems incredible in the entire long history, even movies dare not shoot like this. But...... It's as if it's happening.

So, Hugo looked up at Charlize. Charlize did not go any further, but stopped, his eyes watching every change in Hugo's vision, those eyes were hidden in the shadow of his eyelashes, and he could not see the brilliance of his pupils, but he could clearly feel the small flames that were slowly flowing in the blood, slowly jumping.

Hugo shook his head and said with great seriousness, "No." There's nothing realistic about it. This is Hugo's true words, maybe to others, others will not believe it at all, as a "Hollywood cancer", Hugo has won the award and won the soft, and hearing such words again will only make people scoff, but Hugo's words Charlize felt unprecedented sincerity, which made the smile on the corner of Charlize's mouth slowly converge, and he looked intently at the brilliance in Hugo's amber eyes.

Then the corners of Hugo's mouth lightly outlined a smile, raised his right hand, and put it in the air, Charlize was stunned, and glanced at Hugo's right hand in confusion, but Hugo smiled and didn't speak, just stubbornly put his hand there. The corners of Charlize's mouth outlined a helpless smile, and then put his palm up, ten fingers interlaced, palm rubbing.

Hugo's palms are wide and warm. Charlize always likes to depict Hugo's fingers in detail, and the slender fingers look like vigorous bamboo, and the knuckles are even more like the middle. The bamboo knots in the Chinese ink painting made her couldn't help but marvel, "How can this man's hands be so good-looking." Every time she held Hugo's hand, she felt that her fingers were short and thick, which was really devastating, but she couldn't control herself, she always wanted to hold Hugo's hand, and looked at it carefully, as if she was a pervert.

Hugo slowly tightened his palm, held Charlize's palm firmly in his palm, and then whispered, "Now there is." ”

Hugo's voice is like a mellow cello, plucking Charlize's heartstrings on the empty street at three o'clock in the morning, and even the cold moonlight becomes incomparably beautiful, as if the whole world is radiating a brilliant light.

Charlize didn't react for a moment, didn't understand what Hugo was talking about, and what this sentence meant, but was stunned, raised his head and looked at Hugo's eyes. Those amber eyes were so clear and translucent at this time, and she could even clearly see the surprise and disbelief in her own projection, it was like a bottomless abyss, which made her sink into it headlong, and then she could never get out again.

Then, the heart skipped a beat, and Charlize immediately understood the meaning of Hugo's words. The happiness in the depths of my heart slowly rippled, sweet, but with a little bitterness, soft, but it filled the entire chest, so that the curvature of the corners of the mouth was slowly outlined, raised, and then raised, until it was reflected in the bottom of the eye.

Charlize only felt that Hugo's eyes were like two small flames, burning her cheeks and starting to burn, and she couldn't help but avoid her gaze. But Hugo seemed to be fine, took her hand and began to walk forward. Charlize looked down at the broad palm holding his right hand, and then stood on the side of the street again, staggering to his feet.

After walking for a long distance, neither of them spoke, and the quiet street could only faintly hear the sound of the waves and the occasional roar of engines, but it was fleeting, and soon complete calm was restored. But it is such a tranquility, but there is no embarrassment and disobedience at all, but all the irritability and mood are settled, and the emptiness and narrowness of the world are combined together in contradiction and harmony at this moment.

The endless road in front of him seemed to have no end at all, and he couldn't stop walking to the wilderness, and then Charlize heard the perfect cello-like voice slowly pulling in the thick night, "You say, will we get married tomorrow?" ”