72_72291Hugo hadn't seen Ernst for a long time, and after moving last year, Hugo came to see Ernst once on Thanksgiving, and then called twice - both of which Ernst rudely hung up, and never saw each other since.

The pace of Ernst in front of him is still steady, but it is not as vigorous and resolute as he remembers, but it is much slower, and the back that has always been stubborn and strong still looks thick and straight from a distance, but I don't know if it is an illusion of sight, Hugo feels that the back is a little hunched, which makes Ernst's whole person look much smaller. The gray sideburns are stained with wind and frost, making the deep wrinkles at the corners of the eyebrows and eyes look like the ravines of the Grand Canyon, and the traces of countless years are written in the interlaced shadows.

Hugo suddenly realized that Ernst should be eighty-one years old this year. Humanity is rare for 70 years, and the weak crown is reminiscent of the 80th old age. When he had lived here for a long time, Hugo had not yet felt Ernst's age so clearly, and the image of the old man in his mind was always full of energy and vitality, but when they met again today, the power of time came to his face.

Ernst raised his head and saw Hugo standing aside, he didn't react at first, frowned slightly, should be seriously looking at who the person was, and when the image projected by the pupils confirmed the person, he waved his hand directly, as if chasing flies, "Go, go, go." What are you doing here? When the reporters are about to flock over, the noise is dead, and I can't be at peace if I want to take a good rest. ”

Hearing Ernst's rough and straightforward words, Hugo was dumbfounded, and the years still did not take away the old man's violent temper, "Even I didn't know that I would be here, as long as you don't say it, no one will know, and reporters won't come." Ernst looked at Hugo with a questioning look on his face, "I don't believe you", Hugo chuckled chuckles, and walked in the direction of Ernst, "Or are you going to call the reporter to denounce me?" ”

Ernst immediately looked at Hugo with a look of disdain, as if to say, "You are questioning my character." Hugo ignored Ernst's gaze, found a clearing under the familiar and unfamiliar oak tree downstairs, and sat down.

Ernst frowned again, and looked at Hugo with dissatisfaction written on his whole face, "Why did you think of it today?" Are you thinking about returning home? ”

In the face of Ernst's provocative remarks, Hugo not only did not get angry, but felt a sense of familiarity, not because of Ernst's scolding, but because of Ernst's attitude, which was so familiar every qiē, as if he had never left here.

Man is a fickle animal, this is a neutral phrase, without praise or derogation. If one day, your next-door neighbor suddenly becomes a top superstar or a governor, and it is not easy to treat each other with the same attitude as usual. Even if it's not flattery, flattery, envy, or deference, it's almost impossible to maintain a normal state of mind. This hard-won ordinary heart is the most precious thing.

"If I were going to go home and show off, I wouldn't choose this place, just to get your approval? It's so unfulfilling. Hugo's smiling words made Ernst blow his beard and stare in anger, but he couldn't say anything to refute, only Hugo continued, "After I appeared today, I didn't say anything, why did you start to lose your temper?" I don't remember how noisy I was here. Or do you miss my time here? It's better to be more noisy and angry than to be alone. ”

Ernst gave Hugo two hard looks, "The other people who are noisy can't sleep, and they still think that I will miss your noise?" I've seen narcissism, but I've never seen such shamelessness. Seeing Ernst's reaction, Hugo laughed.

This time, Ernst did not wait for Hugo's answer, he took a step and prepared to enter the door, not wanting to deal with Hugo. But after passing Hugo, Ernst's footsteps couldn't help but stop, and he turned to look over. At this time, Ernst was only two steps away from Hugo, and he could see every detail of Hugo up close, which made him look up and down.

Hugo had a shallow smile on his face, as if he usually treated strangers, polite and warm. But it wasn't the first day Ernst knew Hugo, although he and Hugo were not very close, but Ernst could feel the faint low pressure on Hugo's body, which made all the noise around him settle down.

The last time Ernst saw Hugo's appearance was a long, long time ago, and he didn't remember the exact time, but he did remember the situation, when Hugo was chased by the paparazzi and intercepted by the wolf, so that he was at a loss in the face of the media, and even developed a phobia of the media for a while.

It was a distant memory, when Hugo had just achieved some good results, and it was even insignificant compared to what he is doing now. Ernst could even search in his mind for Hugo's youthful and lonely figure. It's hard to imagine that the young man who didn't know how to be good in the face of the media pressure at that time has now grown into a top superstar in the United States.

Awakening his memory, Ernst seemed to understand something, he stood still and thought about it, and finally turned around, the soles of his feet rubbing against the sand on the ground, making a rustling sound that made his surroundings seem more and more peaceful.

Hugo felt the shadow cast on him, and when he looked up, he saw Ernst's pale face, and from below, it was difficult for anyone to show the best of himself, and Hugo could clearly see Ernst's wrinkled chin outlining the rings of time.

"You're not going to move me somewhere?" Hugo was stunned by Ernst's voice, and then moved a little to the side, and Ernst sat down slowly, watching his movements and feeling every bone in his body creaking, like a rusty loom.

"So...... I heard that you're planning to start touring recently. Ernst didn't turn his head, he said to himself, Hugo turned his head to look over, and the tail note rose slightly, "You know? Ernst scoffed, "The news is everywhere, and it's hard to think about it." I usually can't see some serious news if I want to watch it, and it's all these boring news everywhere. ”

Hugo laughed dumbly, and then listened to Ernst continue to murmur complainingly, "It seems that you are not going to write a script again anytime soon." ”

"Huh?" Hugo's mind didn't turn a corner at all, he didn't expect Ernst to suddenly bring up the subject.

Ernst raised his eyebrows, "Did I say it wrong?" ”

"No, I'm just ......," Hugo thought that Ernst had sat down to tell him something about life, and then to comfort him; Hugo thought that Ernst sat down because he understood his current difficulties and situation, but Ernst's cross-stroke caught Hugo completely off guard. Hugo has forgotten about it, and only by really standing in his current position, otherwise it is difficult to truly empathize, even for an old man like Ernst.

Looking at Ernst's rough expression, Hugo pulled a smile at the corner of his mouth and shook his head, "No, I just thought you were going to congratulate me on starting the tour again." ”

"If you're talking about touring and the noise you and Fokine make at home, then there's no way I'm going to like it." Ernst's simple and brutal words left Hugo no room to refute, and could only smile helplessly, "So, you really don't have the idea of writing a script, right?" ”

Hugo opened his mouth to explain, but seeing Ernst's stern expression, he could only mumble excuses like "I don't have time". Ernst scoffed, "Excuses, they're all excuses, you look at yourself, it's been two years since 'before sunrise' without any scriptwriting, do you know what that means?" It means that your inspiration is drying up, as an actor, as a singer, as a screenwriter. ”

"A truly brilliant creator, anything can be an inspiration. In the final analysis, acting, singing, and screenwriting are all inspired by life, and if you lose this perception, then all the qiē will no longer exist. Ernst's words silenced Hugo—he had no way to refute," he said, "I guess you've hit a lot of bottlenecks in the past year." I really don't know what you think, you are obviously talented, but you want to be wasted, do you want to be like me in the future? ”

After this sentence was spoken, Ernst's words were cut off stiffly, and Hugo was also quite surprised, he turned his head to look over, and then watched Ernst's whole person's momentum slowly converge. Although Hugo always knew that Ernst was unwilling, although he had been eliminated by the times, in fact, deep down in Ernst's heart, he never gave up his dedication to screenwriting. Therefore, Ernst's current situation is actually the greatest harm to him.

Ernst looked up and looked at Hugo deeply, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just let out a long breath and stood up. After all, he is not Hugo's mentor, nor is he Hugo's elder, and he is not qualified to dictate Hugo.

Ernst was envious of Hugo, but more of a longing for Hugo, because in Hugo, he could see that he was young and frivolous and talented, but when he was young, he was squandering, he didn't know how to cherish, he didn't want to learn, he didn't want Hugo to repeat the mistakes of the past. It's just that he also knows that many things can't be understood without really experiencing them, which are the gifts brought by time, and at the same time, the cruelest part of time - often people regret it before they suddenly realize.

Ernst turned his back to Hugo and walked to the familiar door in front of him, but at the door, his footsteps paused slightly, and his low voice came, "You will eventually know that many things that seem unimportant in your youth are often the most precious things in life." For example, the time of youth, for example, the frivolity of the past. ”――17075+d6su9h+11391093――>。