Chapter 245： Wise elders

Hugo rubbed his faintly aching temple and sat on the stairs from the second floor to the first floor. He originally planned to go downstairs to throw away the garbage, but he saw the door of the guardian from the window. A group of paparazzi at the mouth, this made Hugo hesitate, and finally stopped at the top of the stairs, and the whole person sat directly on the steps, looking at the paparazzi wandering outside the window from top to bottom. Team, in a daze.

This week, Hugo has been entangled by reporters to the point of fear, and he has been having a nightmare these days. In his dream, he was standing in an empty'playground', and there were countless dark camera shots pouring at him all around, as if countless spiders were pouring up, and there was no need for the flash to light up. It will make Hugo feel out of breath, and the intensive phobia will make Hugo get goose bumps all over her body. There are faces behind each and every lens, but no facial features can be seen, just like the dementors in the Harry-Pot series, nothing can be seen under the empty hat, these black The "hole" is like absorbing Hugo's happiness, wiping out all his emotions, and then being surrounded by countless shots, just like ants swallowing an elephant, eating him clean.

In the nightmare, Hugo has been struggling, wanting to get rid of these shots, and want to get rid of the shackles of the dream, but always fails. He waited until he was completely submerged by the camera before he could get out of the dream with sweat. Wake up. This caused Hugo's sleep quality to plummet, and his whole person's spirit was wilted.

Hugo has always known that becoming an artist means being surrounded by spotlights. Every move of a public figure will be observed under a magnifying glass-even a microscope. Hugo thought he was mentally prepared and he had enough A tough nerve to deal with all this, even after facing Anthony's provocation, Hugo quickly calmed down and thought of a solution.

But Hugo still underestimated the power of the media. During this period of speculation and tracking of the "big-name suspicion", Hugo's life was almost fragmented. The reporters were like leeches, once they touched Hugo's skin. , They would not leave without full blood, which made him miserable. Hugo tried various methods, silence to be right, angry to face each other, to know the reason, but to no effect, the reporters still refused to forgive. Hugo's self-proclaimed tough nerves have been undergoing fiery tests. The attack of nightmares made him afraid of facing the camera and reporters.

It's like now, seeing the reporter outside, he didn't even dare to go downstairs to throw trash, it was really ridiculous.

Hugo wanted to draw a ridiculous arc of his mouth, mocking his incompetence and weakness, but he found that he didn't even have the power to laugh, even an ironic smile. He'kneaded' and'kneaded' himself constantly in the'twitching temple', as if there was a group of villains in his head beating gongs and drums, the tendons on his back became straight, which made Hugo have to lean against I closed my eyes on the wall, hoping to relieve this terrible headache a little bit.

"Get up! Don't get in the way." A grumpy voice came from behind, and Hugo didn't need to open his eyes to know that this must be Ernst Lechman who lives on the second floor.

Hugo wanted to open his mouth to say something, but found that he suddenly didn't want to speak. He has said so much to reporters recently that he feels that speaking now is a burden. This is really ridiculous. I didn't expect that one day I would be afraid to talk. It was ridiculous. Hugo snorted softly, despising himself.

"Is it going to die? If you want to die, go out and die again. Don't dirty the corridor." Ernst pushed Hugo's back with a hard object. Hugo guessed it was Ernst's walking stick, which made the whole body sore. Guo suddenly felt as if she was going to fall apart.

Ernst’s words were really ugly, and Hugo was so uncomfortable that he couldn’t help but said grumpily, “Don’t worry, I will never die earlier than you.”

Hugo turned his head and looked at Ernst angrily, expressing his dissatisfaction. Although this turning of his head made Hugo’s head hurt as if it was about to explode, Hugo strongly suspected that he should have a cold, which is really wonderful; but Hugo has no time to take care of his head at this time. His dim vision saw Ernst in front of him.

At this time, Ernst was wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket, as if he was about to submerge his thin body. The wrapped scarf covered most of his cheeks, but could not hide the aging of his forehead and the corners of his eyes. Layers of wrinkles are so clear, and Ernst's cloudy eyes are even more blurred at this time, as if that ray of light would disappear at any time.

Hugo realized that Ernst was closer to Death than himself. Although he didn't know how old Ernst was, he seemed to be at least 70 years old. What he just said was a bit too much, which made Hugo stunned, and then sighed, "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that." Hugo turned his head, twisting him back and felt his bones sore, "I I'm in a bad mood, but I shouldn't be angry at you, sorry."

After Hugo finished speaking, he took a deep breath, adjusted his irritability, and was about to stand up, "Sorry, I will stand up now." Hugo knew that he was sitting on the stairs, blocking Ernst's path.

No, Ernst’s crutches knocked Hugo’s shoulder and motioned for him to sit down. Ernst’s irritable voice said, “Don’t worry, although I’m very old, I’m very healthy. Maybe it’s better than If you live a long time, who knows if you will take a drug someday. You will die after an overdose."

The old man spoke without mercy, and Hugo couldn't help but chuckled, "Ernst, I know you don't like me, but there is no need to curse me."

Ernst snorted softly, "I am not a wizard, and curse you without any lethality. Why, are you still worried that I will end you with a knife? Then you are too useless." Ernst The irritable voice made Hugo's tired mouth outline a helpless arc. This old man really has a sharp mouth, "I see your dejected look, it's not because of the screams outside. The crow?"

Hearing Ernst describe the reporters in this way, Hugo smiled unkindly and nodded, "Yes, their shouts give me a headache."

"It's useless." Ernst gave Hugo a contemptuous look, as if he was despising a mastiff defeated by a cat, so that Hugo only felt that a black line fell on his forehead, and then he saw Enz. Slowly sat down next to Hugo. Hugo looked at the ground and opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Ernst. “It’s useless to be scared by reporters. They are not ancient dragons." Then Ernst sat down.

Seeing Hugo's astonishment, Ernst was quite comfortable, putting his crutches on his knees, "I remember you were making a movie?" Hugo nodded in a daze. He didn't expect Ernst. Actually, he will start a conversation with him. This is the most normal conversation between him and Ernst in a year. It’s really surprising. “The media is originally part of your job. You need Use these crows for publicity. At the same time, these crows also need to use your power to make a living. You are in a relationship of mutual help. Why should you be afraid of them?"

Ernst glanced at Hugo, and the taste of contempt was really obvious. "These crows croak and irritate very much. There are good and bad, positive and negative. If you listen to them all, It's not irritable yet, you just don't want to make a movie, just watch them there every day and say something."

"I..." Hugo tried to argue. He didn't read the reporter's comments all day, but Ernst didn't give him a chance at all. Sit here." Ernst pointed to the trash bag beside Hugo with his crutches, making Hugo's cheeks flush.

"It's as if no one is perfect, no one can be loved by everyone, if you want to be a beloved existence, then currency is your choice, preferably a check or the like." Te's rough words are like rubbing matte paper on a blackboard, which is very ugly, but the comic effect is very'glamorous', which makes Hugo a little bit amused, "You don't think you are perfect, right?"

Hugo shook his head quickly to deny.

"You're a little self-aware." Ernst smashed his lips, looked at the restraint on Hugo's face, and then said, "So, those crows must have good and bad opinions on you. When every movie comes out, Those film critics who claim to be professional in fact justify themselves must also be applauded and criticized. How to filter these statements and how to treat these statements is the most important thing."

Hugo listened carefully. Although Ernst’s words were rough, they were all truths. “People say you are good, why is it good, is it really good or flattering; why are negative news such as criticism and condemnation? Is it sincere to point out your mistakes for your benefit, hope you can correct them, or to focus on nonsense. You must distinguish the meaning behind these noises, and then ignore those useless things."

In fact, why doesn’t Hugo know about these truths It’s just that they were too general before. After this incident, they can be regarded as personal experience. Now that Ernst mentions them, Hugo’s head gradually It became clear.

"The most important thing is not to affect your mood just because of the words of these crows. If people say you are good, you will not be happy. If they say you are bad, you will be frustrated. This is too cheap. You know, this is just a crow, you are you. , Insisting on yourself is the most important thing." Ernst said bitterly, again showing an expression of contempt for Hugo, "rolling in this circle, if you can’t learn this, then Just hide in mother's arms."

Hugo didn't hold back a pounce, and chuckled lightly. He could finally'show' a real smile, but in Ernst's eyes, he was very puzzled, "What are you laughing at? A'woman' appeared." ?" Ernst even looked around cooperatively, obviously just a simple action at this time, but it was very funny at this time.

Hugo suppressed his smile, "No, no, it's just..." Hugo's gaze fell on the stairs, "You are sitting on the gum, you know this, right?" Hugo just wanted to remind Ernst, but was interrupted.

Ernst looked at Hugo stiffly. After hesitating for about two seconds, he said, "When...Of course!" Then he looked down at his pants and muttered, "I want Kill this guy..."