72_72291 Hugo looked at Ernst's departing back, old and clumsy, as if every movement was draining all his strength. The morning sun poured through the building unobstructed, and Ernst walked up the stairs step by step between the light and shadow, and the back disappeared at the turn of the staircase, leaving only a pile of fine dust in the air that jumped and flowed in the sunlight, slowly precipitating the endless silence.

Hugo was completely confused by what Ernst said today, he didn't know why Ernst suddenly mentioned his work as a screenwriter, why Ernst didn't mention much about their tour, and why Ernst suddenly mentioned that clueless sentence at the end, as if he and Ernst were not on the same frequency in the whole conversation just now.

But Ernst was right about one thing, he hadn't thought about screenwriting for a long, long time.

After writing the "Before Sunrise" script, Hugo thought that he would soon start writing a new story again, because "Before Sunrise" could only be regarded as a real script for him, and if he had the opportunity, he would still write a completely different story and explore some interesting topics.

Screenwriting is a very interesting job, it carries not only a story, but also the screenwriter's own views on life, fantasy, humor, thriller and other things. Maybe it's not so easy to become an excellent screenwriter, but for Hugo, the process of screenwriting is a process of collision of inspiration and transmission of ideas, which is different from music and acting, and is a very special carrier.

But what happened after "before sunrise", and why did he never put pen to paper?

Hugo sat in place and recalled carefully, but found that there were not too many thoughts in his mind, as if the memories of the past two years had become intertwined and blurred, especially the recent period of busyness had filled his brain with countless fragmentary images, which turned into a mess in the screams of the crowd, and he could not awaken clear memories at all.

Maybe it's because he's too busy, and he's busy and he's starting to forget about the ideas of those screenwriters. As Ernst said, when creation becomes a task and a job, the inspiration and creativity itself are lost, and the creation loses its vitality, as is the case with acting, music, and screenwriting.

So, maybe he has encountered a bottleneck in the past year, and indeed there is a big way, and there are also his own reasons. Because he himself is changing, inevitably being transformed by the whole Vanity Fair.

Just like what happened recently, in fact, since "Schindler's List", Hugo has been adapting to this kind of life, and the situation has doubled, intensified, intensive, and strict in recent times, but in the final analysis, he is no longer the rookie who just crossed over to Los Angeles. Is his irritability, depression, rejection, and resistance partly due to the fact that deep down, he has begun to take cheers for granted?

The thought flashed, but Hugo couldn't help but shudder, he looked up at the window on the second floor, which was still tightly closed, and let out a long breath.

Screenwriter...... What story did the screenwriter want to write after ...... "Before Sunrise"? Hugo searched his memory carefully, but found that there was no concept in his mind at all, even the process of writing the script "Before Sunrise" was already a matter of the last century, and he really hadn't thought about it for too long. So, does he have any thoughts in his head right now?

Ernst Lechmann.

This was the first thought that popped into Hugo's mind, looking at the empty stairwell in front of him, as if he could still see the back of Ernst slowly leaving, the old back itself contained countless stories and thought-provoking. He could have written a story about Ernst Lechmann - maybe he could have written a story about a screenwriter, but he didn't want to write a script as heavy and depressing as "away from the casino", he wanted to ...... I want to take on the challenge of watching comedy.

Ernst and comedy collide, what kind of story will this be? Hugo's brain began to emerge with interesting images, and although there was no specific plot, many small details made the smile on the corner of his mouth uncontrollably.

Hugo suddenly found this qiē really interesting, he had always wanted to try comedy, and after "Friends", he was even more convinced of this idea. There are many types of comedy, from exaggerated comedies like Jim Carrey, comedies with tears in laughter like Charlie Chaplin, simple and vulgar comedies like Adam Sandler, and comedies full of wisdom like Robin Williams and Billy Kristol.

Hugo has always wanted to try to write a comedy full of intelligence. Of course, Hugo knew that this was very difficult, because comedy requires the accumulation and precipitation of years, as well as a keen sense of life and humor, and only a very small number of them can have this ability. But what is certain is that writing a comedy script is indeed a fun thing to do, full of challenges, full of uncertainties, but also full of fun and lightheartedness.

Fragmentary images emerged in Hugo's mind, and the dry brain seemed to be filled with inspiration again in an instant, which made Hugo's mood relax, and his originally tense shoulders were stretched.

Suddenly, Hugo understood the meaning of Ernst's conversation just now, these seemingly unrelated conversations, in fact, told Hugo that everything he experienced now would become a unique scenery in life, and if it could not be solved or escaped, then it was better to hug and even enjoy.

It's like facing the crows at the beginning, there are too many such situations in life, which cannot be avoided, irresisted, or solved, and many times, even if they are recklessly confronted and counterattacked, it still does not help. Life is the same as dreams, many times it takes perseverance, but life is more complicated than dreams, because sometimes even if you persevere, you may not be able to continue life - every minute and every second of life is full of accidents, and there are too many uncontrollable factors.

Therefore, at the beginning, under the encouragement of Ernst, Hugo did not choose to escape, did not choose to give up, and did not recklessly confront, but learned to use crows, guide crows, cooperate with them, and fight against them. The ravens that used to be like beasts of the flood are no longer a problem for Hugo, who has not feared the media for a long, long time, even recently.

Again, the support of the fans. Hugo was well aware that many people were eager to get to his place - including Leonardo, who once jokingly said so, and many people dreamed of such an opportunity; And the support of fans is even hard-won - because popularity is like a bubble, no one knows when it will disappear, and no matter how hot the support is, it will cool down one day.

But Hugo must understand that learning how to get along with fans is in itself one of the compulsory courses for "superstars". Becoming a top superstar is never easy, with the corruption and devouring of Vanity Fair, the exploitation and greed of uncrowned kings, the fierce competition and intrigue of peers...... There is also the fanaticism and loss of control of the fans, including the disappearance and internment of personal lives, the limitations of freedom and insincerity......

Just as Hugo learned how to get along with crows, getting along with fans is also a science. This is also an unavoidable part of this profession.

Ernst just said, "Many things that seem unimportant in youth are often the most precious things in life." "For example, the stage, for example, for dreams, for example, youth...... For example, frustration, such as predicament, such as pain. All of these are part of life, and if there is only a sweet life, it is not called life, because the only sweetness will one day become bitter.

The swarming popularity caused Hugo to lose his freedom and become a cage that imprisoned his life. But this surging popularity can also be his weapon — a weapon to make his dreams come true, he can write a comedy script, he can find investment in a film company; He can go on tour and use the stage to communicate with millions of people; More importantly, he can stand on this stage, plant the seeds of rock 'n' roll faith, and then water them carefully, hoping that one day, this seedling can take root and thrive.

Perhaps he would now be disgusted with all this, even hateful; But one day, he will start to miss and he will start to regret it.

Hugo thoroughly understood Ernst's meaningful words just now, once Ernst also stood at the top of the world, but he did not grasp that brief moment, just inadvertently squandered, and when he came to his senses, he was already on the edge of his dream, no matter how hard he tried, he could not enter that world again. In Ernst's old and decadent back, there are too many stories hidden.

Hugo didn't have Ernst's wisdom, because he was still young after all, and even though he had experienced such an incredible thing as crossing over, all of this was unfamiliar to Hugo, the first time he had experienced it.

Hugo finally understood why Leonardo was lost after the "Titanic", not only because the swarming popularity made him completely disoriented, but also because there was no one around him who could give him guidance. Hugo was lucky because he met Ernst, a wise old man who enlightened Hugo in his way.

This is the second time.

Hugo let out a long breath, although he now had a thought in his mind, it still takes time to apply it to life, and perhaps this glorious tour is the best opportunity. Standing up, Hugo glanced back at the still-empty second-floor window, and then slowly walked away, leaving the land full of memories one step at a time.

However, it was not until Hugo was far away that Ernst came out from behind the curtain, and watched Hugo's back, which had become the size of a mineral water bottle, gradually fade away, and he stood quietly in place, without violence, irritability, without ups and downs, just quietly watching.

In that brilliant golden sunlight, Hugo's figure was inlaid with a gold edge, and then little by little it was swallowed by the sun, and finally blurred into a bright gold - 17075 + d6su9h + 11391344 - >.