Chapter 306： elderly living alone

Hugo did not stay in New York for too long, because on March 29th, the 65th Oscars ceremony is about to kick off. This is very important for Hugo in trouble. Of the platform, so he naturally can't miss it.

After entering the 21st century, the entire business system of the Oscars has been formed, and the entire award season is organized around the Oscars. From this, it can be seen that the artistic authority and commercial value of the Oscars can be described as the world's top. After this adjustment, it is basically held at the end of February and early March every year.

However, in the early 1990s, vocabulary such as awards season and Oscar public relations did not form a climate, so after December, the overall atmosphere seemed very relaxed, and there was no feeling of smoke filled later. The Oscar award ceremony was even more open. It took place at the end of March and stretched the entire brewing front very long.

Hugo came back half a month early to prepare for attending the Oscars. He needed to find a suitable dress sponsor, and also needed to find sponsors for other related supporting services. The most important thing is that Hugo still needs to take care of it. Take a look at yourself.

Although the house in Sunset Plaza was only rented out, when seeing the house appear in the line of sight, a sense of comfort of returning home still spontaneously arises, which made Hugo and Joseph's climbing footsteps a lot easier. Walked into the big ‘door’ and walked up the stairs, but unexpectedly heard the ‘door’ opening from the second floor, which made both Hugo and Joseph stop and look up.

I saw the'door' of Ernst's room on the second floor opened, and a stranger stepped out with a kind smile on his face, and said, "It's really troublesome for you, then I won't bother you. Rested." The stranger put the hat in his hand respectfully on his chest, bowed slightly forward in salute, and then took a half step back.

"Shut up and go." Ernst's irritable voice came out without showing any emotion. Hugo couldn't help frowning. He believed that if the middle-aged man in front of him did not leave, Ernst would never leave. The'door' was slammed up, not to mention the dust of his nose, it is estimated that he would have a nosebleed on his face, Ernst's temper was definitely made.

But to Hugo's surprise, Ernst did not slam the'door', and the middle-aged man was not angry either. He still had a clear smile on his face, "I hope you are healthy." After that, he turned and left. Going down the stairs, and then the sound of "banging" the door shut was buzzing in the corridor.

After the middle-aged man turned around, Hugo took a quick look at him. This is the first time that Hugo has seen Ernst have visitors in a year. Curiosity is still inevitable. Hugo can't help but guess, is this Ernst's son? It is possible from the age, but the respect just now The attitude is different.

The middle-aged man only walked down two steps and saw Hugo and Joseph who took the initiative to stand to one side and let go of the stairs. He looked at Hugo more and nodded at Hugo with a smile for some reason. , And then left quickly. It is estimated that because Hugo did not have any cover at this time, maybe the other party recognized Hugo's actor identity, so he smiled; or just nodded because of the politeness of the neighbor, so this smile does not explain the problem.

Hugo and Joseph glanced at each other, both of them were at a loss. In fact, after Ernst expressed his views on reporters last time, Hugo has been very curious about Ernst's identity, not only because Ernst showed goodwill to him, but also because of Ernst's understanding of the industry.

However, the Uma incident suddenly broke out, interrupting Hugo's thoughts, and no further confirmation. Today I saw someone visit Ernst'door' again, and Ernst’s attitude was obviously in the position of giving advice or lessons from a condescending position. It is easy to infer that Ernst should be a leader in his own industry—retirement. The leader. As for what industry it is, there are countless possibilities. Although Los Angeles is a city flooded with movies and music, it does not mean that everyone is engaged in related industries.

Joseph shrugged. He didn't know Ernst at all, and he was not like Hugo. He had no good impression of Ernst, so he was not curious at all. Hugo knew that it was very rude to inquire about other people's lives or the past. Moreover, since Ernst didn't want to say it, there must be a reason for him, so he withdrew his mouth and turned his inner curiosity again. Pressed down.

Walking up the stairs, Hugo knocked on Ernst's'door', and took out the small model of the liberty'female' idol he bought from his backpack. This is also a little gift. Rain If I bought a lot of souvenirs in New York, I would have one hand for my friend when I came back.

"What's wrong! I've said that I haven't worked for a long time!" Ernst opened the'door' angrily, looked out with a fierce expression, and shocked Joseph. Hugo was used to it a long time ago. Ernst's expression changed, and he smiled and looked at Ernst, which made Ernst a little bit embarrassed. He also knew that he had cursed the wrong person, but he was unwilling to admit his mistake, "What! What are you doing here? , Knocking on the'door' every day, letting an old man of me walk around and open the'door' all the time, is it fun?"

"Let you exercise, this is a good idea." Hugo said with a cheeky smile, ignoring Ernst's irritability, and then passed the small model in his hand to Ernst, "This is me. Souvenirs brought back in New York."

"What are you doing with this kind of garbage? It would take up space if you put it at home!" Ernst didn't want to pick it up at all, and the urn complained angrily.

"Then you throw the trash can. It's my heart to give it to you. How you handle it is your choice." Hugo didn't worry, so he just stuffed the small model into Ernst's hands, which made the old man annoyed. He looked wrong, and then complained dejectedly, "I don't have too much time to take out the garbage so hard..." But he held the small model in his hand, but didn't throw it on Hugo's face, which was regarded as accepted.

"You sent the postcard yesterday, too? Are you annoying?" Ernst remembered the postcard he received in the mailbox yesterday. It was sent from New York without a signature. Naturally, he was contacted by Hugo at this moment. Body.

Hugo shrugged, "Don't worry, it's just these two things. I don't want to spend more money if you want me." After that, Hugo didn't wait for Ernst to close the door, and turned around to shoot. He patted Joseph on the shoulder and signaled that he could go upstairs, and then said without looking back, "Goodbye, you have a good rest."

Ernst watched the figure of Hugo and Joseph going upstairs, then muttered a series of curses angrily, and then shut the door severely.

"You also prepared a copy for him?" Standing at the ‘door’ on the third floor, Joseph put Hugo’s luggage at the ‘door’ and prepared to go back upstairs.

Hugo put the key in the glass bowl, "Anyway, I bought a lot of gifts, and there is no shortage of his share." Hugo gestured for the direction downstairs, "Looking at his tone just now, obviously someone wants to get it. He gave advice on work, but he had retired and he didn't want to help at all, so he refused. Such old people living alone have a bad temper, but they have a kind heart. In fact, they are just lonely. I am just lonely. Things that go well, at least let him feel that there is still someone company upstairs."

Although I don't know exactly what Ernst does, or why he refuses the requests for help from those who respect him, there are reasons for this, and everyone has their own story. Hugo could feel that Ernst was just lonely.

Speaking of this, Hugo thought of the father of this leather bag. Maybe he has no way to call Chen Hugo's father, but at least he can still send messages to Lancaster's father. It’s just that Adam doesn’t seem to want to receive his own call every time...

Joseph himself is also a lover of family, as can be seen from his mood when dealing with family affairs, so he quickly understood Hugo’s words, and in the end he didn’t say much, he just sighed and thought to himself Writing: Maybe, as Hugo said, Ernst is a lonely old man.

"I'll go back upstairs to take a bath, or what about dinner?" Joseph picked up his luggage and was about to go back upstairs.

Hugo looked back and shouted, "Alex Charlize?" The voice echoed in the empty hall, but no response was received. Hugo curled his lips, "I don't know, one I’ll call Carl to ask, see where they are, and then talk about it."

Joseph nodded, turned around and went upstairs. Hugo also closed the big'door' and returned to the room with his luggage, then opened Alex's room by the way and looked at it. There was no one, and he walked to the kitchen while muttering "Where are they all gone?" , Ready to make a cup of coffee for yourself.

Although I always have coffee in the crew and in New York, UU reading , but compared to my own coffee, it always seems to have a little less flavor. Hugo guessed it was the process of making coffee by yourself.

After filling the kettle and putting it on the gas stove, Hugo was about to go back to the lobby to relax on the sofa, but he heard a groan. "Yin," Hugo was taken aback. He stood there and listened carefully, but this time there was no other sound. Hugo couldn't help frowning: Did he hear it?

But at this moment, hum. The voice of ‘Yin’ unexpectedly came again, and this time with some pain, and it lasted a little longer. Hugo recognized it a bit and found that the source was actually Charlize’s room. Hugo stepped forward to the door of the room on the left of the kitchen and knocked on the door of the room, "Charlize, I’m Hugo, you What's wrong?"

Hugo is not sure about this. What is the specific content of the ‘groan’ sound, it’s not good to rush in, so he still asked. But what made Hugo feel inexplicable was that there was no answer in the room, "Uh, did I really hear it?"

At this time, Charlize's voice finally came in erraticly, "I...I'm here, I'm... okay." This kind of painful sigh. The ‘groan’ came over intermittently, and it didn’t look like it was okay. Hugo frowned and knocked on the room’s door again, "I’m coming in!"