Step by step, Hugo stepped onto the stage, but his steps were unprecedentedly firm, he clearly saw the smiling Coen brothers coming towards him, and then gave him a big hug respectively, the joy flowing from his eyes was not polite, so that the smile on the corner of Hugo's mouth could not help but outline.

Joel stepped forward and handed the little golden figure to Hugo, smiling and patting Hugo on the shoulder, and then Ethan stepped forward and gave Hugo another hug, "Now I want to cooperate with you, which is even more difficult." Ethan's simple words in Hugo's ear made Hugo laugh.

In fact, the Coen brothers did not plan to attend this Oscars, but after learning that Hugo was shortlisted for the Best Original Screenplay department, they nodded and agreed to be the award guests in the screenwriting department, which was completely for Hugo's face. It's just that I didn't expect that the wish really came true, Hugo really won the award, and the Coen brothers really handed over the little golden man to Hugo with their own hands.

Taking the familiar and unfamiliar little golden man in his hand, Hugo walked to the microphone, he looked at the black crowd under the stands, opened his mouth to say something, but found that he had too many things in his brain, so that it was difficult to sort out a clue for a while, "I originally thought that I would perform better today, I was not too gaffe, nor too embarrassed, but standing here, I found that I didn't know what to say, this is really too bad." ”

A small self-deprecation but with a little pride and self-confidence, people can't help but laugh.

Hugo took a deep breath, picked up the little golden figure in his hand and looked at it seriously, the cold touch gradually calmed down the turbulent thoughts in his mind. Hugo really didn't expect to win the award, not because he didn't have confidence in himself, but because he never really saw himself as a screenwriter - he was a singer, he was an actor. But the screenwriter? Hugo is not so sure.

But now, he is truly standing on the stage of the Holy Auditorium as a playwright, receiving this trophy that represents countless honors - this is a height that many people have been striving for all their lives but cannot reach, and it is also a position that many people have been looking up to all their lives. After realizing this, the trophy in his hand became heavier and heavier, and the heavy weight made people a little breathless.

It is this weight that makes Hugo not complacent, not arrogant, not blindly happy, but after winning the award, he feels more and more the trust and praise carried by this trophy.

It was not until this moment that Hugo understood the source of that strangeness: it was from that heavy responsibility, from the belief in his heart, and from the dream that did not belong to him but was realized in his own hands.

Involuntarily, the figure of Ernst Lechmann came to mind, the gold-medal screenwriter who had struggled all his life but never had a chance with the little golden man, which made Hugo's emotional and chaotic brain clear a line of thought, and the excitement was drowning him little by little, but he was more calm and determined than ever what he should say.

"I remember an old man telling me that a bad script can ruin a great director; An excellent script can make a top master. Hugo pondered for a moment and said slowly, "Actually, at the beginning, I didn't agree with this sentence, I want to say, what about the director? And what about actors? And what about the rest of the crew? This sentence is too one-sided. At least I don't want to hear it. ”

Hugo's ridicule made everyone at the scene chuckle, "But then I gradually understood the meaning of this sentence, if the director is the soul of a movie, then the script is the shell that carries this soul, we are always used to using the soul to explore the height of a work, but we forget that without the body as a carrier, even the greatest soul can only dissipate in the storm." Of course, I never considered myself a vase. ”

Hugo's last sentence stunned everyone, no one reacted at first, but when Hugo was about to speak again, everyone reacted, this sentence contained several meanings, and people directly clapped their hands and laughed. Hugo had to laugh too, paused for a while, and waited for the laughter on the scene to calm down a little, and then spoke, "So, standing here today, I don't want to thank James for letting everyone see the idea of my work, nor do I want to thank Jack, Helen, and Greg for letting everyone see the wonderfulness of my work, and I also don't want to thank the crew for being willing to put up with my harshness and pickiness ......" This series of intelligent words made everyone chuckle again.

"I just want to thank such an old man who gave me the inspiration to write the script 'Before Sunrise', and he also gave me the inspiration to write the script 'Perfect'. In fact, Melvin played by Jack is based on this old man. Hugo's words made the commotion on the scene settle down, but the surging emotions in Hugo's heart were drowning him, and the belated excitement made Hugo's voice tremble slightly irrepressibly, "Ernst Lechmann, I want to thank Mr. Ernst Lechmann." ”

"Oh!" More than half of the audience gasped, and the academy leaders in the background were collectively stunned, no one expected it to be Ernst! No one could have imagined that it would be Ernst, who has been away from the Hollywood spotlight for nearly two decades! As one of the most famous screenwriters in the golden age of Hollywood, Ernst can definitely be said to be famous all over the world and a sensation, and more than half of the people who knew the name "Ernst" on the scene tonight were definitely more than half, but after the "male and female thieves", the entire film industry changed dynasties, and Ernst's prestige was lost in time. No one could have imagined that today Ernst would appear in front of everyone again in such a way.

Almost everyone fell into surprise, and all the five and five hundred guests in the entire sacred auditorium showed shocked expressions, and all the noise disappeared in an instant, leaving only Hugo's voice trembling slightly from overexcitement echoing in the space of the scene.

Ernst, who was sitting in front of the TV at this moment, did not expect such a moment at all, and the sudden stunned moment made Ernst stay in place, his muscles were stiff and could not be shaken, and he could not even move his eyes, so he could only stare blankly at the small screen, looking at the young man standing on the stage in a dark gray suit, listening to his name appear on the stage of the Oscars again. The sudden influx of emotions made Ernst's whole world stand still in this moment.

"I'm not sure if Ernst would like me to mention him here tonight, 'I'm sorry, Ernst, I took matters into account.'" Hugo shouted into the camera that he wasn't sure if Ernst would be able to see and hear, but the true emotions in his heart were naturally vented and could not be stopped, "Without Ernst, I would not be here as a screenwriter, and I would not be here today." So...... I have to thank him and I would like to pay tribute to Ernst for the honor of this trophy. The Last ...... Thank you, thank you Charlize Theron and Kevin Spacey who accompanied me to complete the 'Perfect' production, and thank you to the crew who worked together to complete the 'Perfect' filming, thank you! ”

Hugo raised the little golden figure in his hand slightly, and ended his acceptance speech with a smile.

Ernst Lechmann sat quietly on the couch, motionless, as if by magic, his muscles completely stiffened, unable to move at all.

His eyes were glued to the small screen in front of him, which had changed and the song and dance performance had begun again, but he was still staring at the small screen, as if he could recall those fragmented memories from the familiar stage. However, the calm screen slowly blurred, like a mirror in a bath, and the dense water vapor cast a mist over the smooth and translucent glass, and all the scenery was isolated from the mist.

Ernst wanted to raise his hand to wipe the mist in front of him, but when he waved, he found that he was empty, and there was nothing in front of him, and the gentle movement made his body shake a little, and then he found that his dry cheeks were suddenly wet, and he reached out and touched his face in a little panic, and the hot tears were stained with his fingertips, and then Ernst realized that he had already burst into tears.

Back backstage, Hugo looked at the little golden man in his hand but let out a long breath, different from the excitement after winning the actor, this trophy for the best original screenplay made Hugo's shoulders heavier and heavier. As Hugo said earlier, he is a singer, an actor, but not a screenwriter. In the position of screenwriter, he still has a long, long way to go, and "perfection" is just a stop, if he is satisfied with this and stops his steps, then this is a real disappointment to the trophy.

Perhaps, in the future, Hugo can get the screenwriter's affirmation again, maybe not. But no matter what the result is, he also hopes to continue on the road of screenwriting, not only because he loves the work of screenwriting, but also because he finally truly realizes the irreplaceable status of screenwriting.

It is precisely because of the hard-won gold figure in his hand, and because of the extraordinary significance of this trophy in his hand, and because Hugo clearly realized what kind of history this little gold man means to him - the second person in film history to complete the two little gold figures of actor and screenwriter, and only one year after the last award, he not only copied Emma Thompson's miracle journey, but also seemed to have stood at the crossroads of history, that heavy responsibility became clearer and clearer.

Looking back at the noisy stage, Hugo was suddenly a little dazed.