72_72291 From San Diego all the way south, but only thirty miles away, you can leave the United States, enter the territory of Mexico, along the coastline of the California Peninsula, the coastal development zone under repair and construction is gradually spread out in sight, this small town called Rosarito (Rosarito) still maintains the simplicity and simplicity that has not been eroded by commerce, and the endless sandy beaches in the field of vision outline the blue sea smoothly. Contrasting with the strange rocks on the sea, the unobstructed golden sunlight outlines the world beautifully, and in an instant robs everyone of their ability to speak.

However, at present, the entire coastline has not been developed, and it still maintains a pure natural appearance, with some depression in the wilderness, and even the sun is still in the middle of summer, which has not been able to melt away the sand grains.

Tall scaffolds soon appeared in sight, towering steel structures dissecting the blue sea and blue sky, and chaotic scramble scaffolds stubbornly stretched in all directions in the clean sky, and the shabby canvas hung scattered on them, destroying the beautiful beach scenery.

Closer in, you can see three huge studios staggered behind the scaffolding, the largest of which looks more than a third larger than the largest in Burbank, a magnificent one, with makeshift rooms made of steel plates scattered in the open space between the studios, and a number of tents scattered around, worn-out canvas hanging everywhere, dirty dust and intricate colors that look like a jumbled palette. A tractor with a cable car docked at the entrance, and there were some large and mottled trucks and pickup trucks, dotted with dry mud and looking dirty.

The coastline, which was already a little deserted, looked completely chaotic from a distance, and the colors were even more confused, and even the clear blue sky behind it seemed to be covered with a layer of ash, like a slum, and it seemed that a bunch of poor children who could not eat would pop up in those tents at any time.

It's just that at this time the "nightmare" seems to have come true.

Directly in front of the entire slum, there is a surging crowd of people standing in the dark, which looks magnificent.

Twentieth Century Fox chose the filming location of the "Titanic" in Rosarrito instead of Burbank, because they needed a large enough space to build a studio, and after many negotiations and choices, they finally chose this place. Twentieth Century Fox bought 100 acres of land in Rosarito, 40 of which were used for a soundstage and 60 for emergencies.

Rosarrito is almost an off-the-beaten-track town, and although it's only thirty miles from San Diego, California, it's more of a small fishing village than a bustling San Diego, and few people come to it except for the locals. Therefore, in the past half a year, the crew of "Titanic" has been concentrating on filming here without being disturbed by anyone.

But this is not the case today, the quiet Rosarito has been flooded with strange tourists since early in the morning, and in just a few hours, at least more than 500 people have poured in, many of whom are reporters with professional camera equipment, which makes the remote Rosarito completely lively, and the local residents have run out, as if it is a New Year, and have flocked to the "Titanic" crew.

Because the paparazzi learned that Hugo would arrive in Rosarito today - Hugo and Leonardo are close friends, everyone in Hollywood knows that as the most appealing person in the United States today, some people even joked that Hugo's popularity has surpassed Bill Clinton, which can be called an iconic figure in the United States today. Of course, this is an exaggeration, but you can still feel Hugo's super popularity.

After learning of Hugo's itinerary, many of Santiago's young volcanoes began to boil, and they drove to Rosarito as soon as possible, hoping to see Hugo as soon as possible; Not only that, but the entire East Coast was mobilized, and many fans rushed to Rosarito just for an opportunity to get up close and personal with Hugo. Even many tourists from all over the world who are on vacation in Mexico have rushed over.

Rosaritto was like a bright torch, and its faint light lit up the night, attracting all the moths within a radius of five hundred miles.

By the time Hugo arrived at the scene, there were now at least a thousand people gathered, and the endless sea of people spread all the way from the coastline, surrounding the entire "Titanic" crew, making the noisy and chaotic heat wave make the surrounding desolate environment more and more like a slum - these people in front of them are like residents living in this small area, and a large family of more than ten people lives under a tent, and the shock is breathtaking.

Even Hugo couldn't help but open his mouth slightly, "Are you sure you're not in the wrong place?" ”

The crowd in front of you doesn't look like the fabled and remote Rosarito at all, but rather like a Disney park on a holiday day – the mere sight of the queue is terrifying enough.

Joseph, who had seen the sea of people countless times in the last two months, was also a little stunned, and they did not expect that even in the remote and remote city of Rosarito, and in Mexico, such a scene could be called on so many people, and it was a great surprise: a real surprise and delight.

"Luckily, we didn't have to get out of the car today." Samora, who was driving, tried to make a little joke, but he couldn't laugh himself, because the dense sea of people in front of him seemed impossible to pass through.

Fortunately, at this time, the crew of the "Titanic" sent staff to answer, and the sixteen staff members were divided into two rows, blocking the sea of people, and then opening a road for the car, which allowed Samora to slowly drive the vehicle forward. However, there is not much difference between the speed of the car and the snail climbing.

Outside the car window, the crowd on both sides was extremely excited, and when they saw the car coming from a distance, they had already begun to commotion, and when the car approached, the crazy screams gathered like a tide, like a movie premiere, making it hard to imagine that Hugo was just coming to make a cameo today.

Through the car window, Hugo saw the faces outside the window that had become distorted by being too excited, as if all the qiē were so real, but so unreal that they were unpredictable, which made Hugo silent.

When he saw the crowd for the first time, Hugo felt new and excited, excited and moved, and the unfamiliar faces cheered and shouted for himself, as if he were God, this feeling is difficult to describe, and it is easy to mobilize the feelings; Second time, third time...... When the number of times increases, people will start to become numb, which is inertia, and they will even start to take it for granted.

The brilliant achievements of this "Independence Day" caught Hugo off guard, the turbulent waves of people were like real waves, and he smashed his head and face, and now Hugo even had the freedom to go out for a run, as if he was in a convenience store that day, and he was in danger of being swallowed by the sea of people at any time, which made him begin to fear the crowd, reject the crowd, and even hate the crowd.

But today, the strange and familiar faces were shouting frantically outside the car, and they couldn't even see themselves, and they weren't sure if the person sitting in the car was the person they wanted to cheer for, but they just vented their enthusiasm without reservation.

Some people may say that popularity is a bubble, and if you save it today, it will disappear tomorrow; Some people may say that these are blind obedience, they are just shouting for the sake of shouting, not because they admire the talent of the actor at all; Some might say that this is an adjunct to the brilliance of business and has no value significance.

Hugo would not deny this, but he could not deny that it was an honor for him to be cheered and supported with such enthusiasm, because he was just an ordinary man, not a god.

In the crowd, there was a little girl who looked to be less than ten years old, her big flickering eyes bloomed with crystal brilliance in her dark face, and her eyes flashed with tears, looking at the car window expectantly and helplessly, muttering, "Where's Hugo?" What about Hugo? ”

Hugo couldn't hear the little girl's voice, he could only vaguely distinguish the words from the shape of her mouth, the kind of expectation from the bottom of his heart was evolving into disappointment little by little, and the surging crowd around him was like a flood beast, which could swallow the little girl at any time, and Hugo could be swallowed at any time, but the little girl just followed the waves, muttering helplessly, "What about Hugo?" What about Hugo? ”

Hugo couldn't help but close his eyes, hesitated for a moment, patted Samora on the shoulder, and said in a loud voice, "Slow down the car and open the sunroof." ”

"Hugo!" Joseph immediately reacted to what Hugo was going to do, he knew how much Hugo had suffered in the turbulent crowd recently, and even almost had crowdphobia. But now Hugo is willing to reach out to these enthusiastic fans, which makes Joseph a little worried.

Hugo smiled at Joseph, "This is the artist." "This profession will bring many additional effects, some good and some bad, people cannot be so greedy, only accept the good and reject the bad. As "Spider-Man" said, with great power comes great responsibility. This is also the price that must be paid after the career has achieved glory, not to mention, the brilliant achievements of "Independence Day", perhaps everyone in sight has credit.

Hugo took a deep breath, stood on the back seat, got out of the skylight, cast his gaze in the direction of the little girl, and then showed a bright smile and waved his right hand, and all the people on the scene lost control in an instant, and the piercing screams set off a shocking wave like an earthquake, making the entire town of Rosarito tremble.

In the midst of the raging waves, Hugo's eyes made contact with the little girl, and he saw the brightest smile on the face of the pear blossom with rain