Chapter 1639: 1639 Annual Ring Wisdom

Hugo hasn't seen Ernst for a long time. After moving last year, Hugo came to see Ernst once on Thanksgiving, and then made two phone calls - both of which were rough by Ernst He hung up on the ground and never saw each other again.

Ernst's pace in front of him was still steady, but he did not have the swift and swift action in his memory. Instead, he was much slower. His usual stubborn and firm back still looked thick and straight from a distance, but I don't know if it was an illusion of sight, but Hugo It felt that the back was slightly hunched, making Ernst look much smaller. The gray sideburns were stained with wind and frost, making the deep wrinkles at the corners of the brows and eyes look like the ravines of the Grand Canyon, and the traces of countless years were written in the interlaced shadows.

Hugo suddenly realized that Ernst should be eighty-one years old this year. Humanity has been rare since ancient times at seventy, and the eighty-year-old recalls the weak crown. When living here for a long time before, Hugo hadn't felt Ernst's age so clearly. The image of the old man left in his mind was always full of energy and vitality, but when we met again today, the power of time rushed to his face Here comes.

Ernst raised his head and saw Hugo standing aside. He didn't react the first time, and frowned slightly. He should be seriously looking at who is coming, and when the image projected by his pupils confirms who is coming, He waved his hand directly, as if chasing flies, "Go, go, go. What are you doing here now! Reporters will swarm over later, it's so noisy, I want to take a good rest and I won't be at peace."

Hearing Ernst's rude and straightforward words, Hugo couldn't help but laugh. The years still haven't taken away the old man's violent temper, "Even I don't know that I will appear here, as long as you don't say , no one will know, and the reporter will not come over." Ernst looked at Hugo questioningly, with "I don't believe you" written all over his face, Hugo chuckled lightly, and turned towards Hugo Ernst walked over in the direction, "Or are you planning to call the reporter and report me?"

Ernst immediately looked at Hugo with a look of disdain, as if to say, "You are questioning my character." But Hugo ignored Ernst's eyes directly, and the familiar tree downstairs And under the unfamiliar oak tree, I found an open space and sat down.

Ernst frowned again, looking at Hugo with dissatisfaction written all over his face, "Why did you think of coming here today? Could it be that you want to return home?"

Facing Ernst's critical remarks, Hugo was not only not angry, but felt a sense of familiarity, not because of Ernst's cursing, but because of Ernst's attitude, everything was so familiar, as if he Never leave here in general.

Humans are fickle animals, this is a neutral discourse without commendatory or derogatory connotations. If one day, one's next-door neighbor suddenly becomes a top superstar or governor, it will not be easy to treat each other with the usual attitude. Even if it is not flattery, flattery, envy or respect, it is almost impossible to maintain a normal state of mind. This hard-won ordinary heart is the most precious thing.

"If I wanted to go home and show off, I wouldn't choose this place just to get your approval? It's too unfulfilling." Hugo's smiling words made Ernst blow his beard and stare with anger, but But I couldn't say anything to refute. I just heard Hugo continue, "After I appeared today, I didn't say anything. Why did you start to lose your temper? I don't remember that I made a lot of noise here. Or, you also Miss my time here? It's better to be noisy and angry than to be alone."

Ernst gave Hugo two supercilious glances, "The other people can't sleep because of the noise, and you still think I will miss your noise? I have seen narcissists, but I have never seen such shameless ones." See When Ernst reacted like this, Hugo laughed out loud.

This time, Ernst didn't wait for Hugo's answer. He took a step and was about to enter the gate, not wanting to talk to Hugo. But after passing Hugo, Ernst stopped involuntarily, turned around and looked 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 faint smile on his face, as if he usually treats strangers, polite and warm. But Ernst was not the first day to know Hugo. Although he and Hugo couldn't be said to be very close, 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 like this was a long time ago. He didn't remember the exact time, but he remembered the situation at that time. He seemed at a loss for the media, and even had a phobia of the media for a time.

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

After waking up the memory, Ernst seemed to understand something. He stood still and thought for a while, and finally turned around. The sand on the soles of his feet and the ground rubbed against each other, making a rustling sound, making the surroundings seem more peaceful.

Hugo felt the shadow cast on him, raised his head, and saw Ernst's pale face, looking up from below, it was difficult for anyone to show his best side, Hugo could clearly see To Ernst's wrinkled chin, the annual rings of the years are outlined layer by layer.

"Aren't you going to move me a seat?" Ernst's voice came, which made Hugo stunned, and then moved a little to the side. Ernst sat down slowly, looking at his You can feel every bone in his body creaking and creaking just like a rusty textile machine.

"So... I heard that you plan to start a tour recently." Ernst said without turning his head, and Hugo turned his head and looked over, with a slight rise in the end, "You know?" Erns Te sneered, "The news is everywhere, and it's hard not to know. Usually, if you want to read some serious news, you can't see it. These boring news are everywhere."

Hugo laughed dumbfounded, and then heard Ernst continue to mutter complainingly, "It seems that you don't plan to write any more scripts in the short term."

"Huh?" Hugo's mind didn't turn around at all. He didn't expect Ernst to bring up this topic suddenly.

Ernst raised his eyebrows, "Did I say something wrong?"

"No, I just..." Hugo just thought that Ernst sat down to tell him the truth of life, and then comforted him; Hugo thought that Ernst sat down because he understood his current difficulties and situation , but Ernst's sudden stroke caught Hugo completely off guard. But Hugo forgot, only by standing in this position, otherwise it would be difficult to truly empathize, even for an octogenarian like Ernst.

Seeing Ernst's gruff expression, Hugo smiled and shook his head, "No, I just thought you wanted to congratulate me for starting the tour again."

"If the tour you're talking about is the noise you and Fokkin and the others make at home, then I absolutely cannot like it." Ernst's simple and cruel words left Hugo with no room to refute, and could only show helplessness "So, you really don't have the idea of ​​writing a script, right?"

Hugo opened his mouth and wanted to explain a few words, but seeing Ernst's stern expression, he could only mutter an excuse like "I don't have time". Ernst snorted, "Excuses, they're all excuses. Look at yourself. It's been two years since 'Before Sunrise'. You haven't written any scripts. Do you know what that means? It means your inspiration is Exhausted, as an actor, as a singer, as a screenwriter."

"A really good creator, anything can be an inspiration. In the final analysis, acting, singing, and screenwriting are actually inspired by life. If you lose this perception, then everything It no longer exists." Ernst's words silenced Hugo—he had no way to refute, "I guess you have encountered a lot of bottlenecks in the past year. I really don't know what you think, obviously You have talent but want to waste it, don’t you want to be like me in the future?”

After these words were spoken, Ernst's words were abruptly cut off, and Hugo was also quite surprised. He turned his head and looked over, and then watched as Ernst's aura slowly subsided. Although Hugo has always known that Ernst is not reconciled, although he has been eliminated by the times, in fact, deep down in Ernst's heart, he has never given up his persistence as a screenwriter. Therefore, Ernst's current situation is actually the greatest harm to him.

Ernst raised his head and took a deep look at Hugo, 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 neither Hugo's mentor nor Hugo's elder, so he is not qualified to dictate to Hugo.

Ernst is envious of Hugo, but more is looking forward to Hugo, because in Hugo, he can see his youthful frivolity and talent, but when he was young, he squandered recklessly and didn't know how to cherish , He is also unwilling to learn, he does not want Hugo to repeat the same mistakes. However, he also knows that many things cannot be understood without real experience. It is a gift brought by the years, and it is also the cruelest place of time-it is often realized after people regret it.

Ernst turned his back to Hugo, and walked towards the familiar door in front of him. At the door, his footsteps stopped slightly, and his low voice came over, "You will know after all that many people who look nothing at all when they are young Unimportant things are often the most precious things in life. For example, the time of youth, such as the frivolity of the past."