Chapter 113 113 Living Alone

Although the pace slowed down, the way home was not far, and it took only ten minutes before and after. Hugo walked up to the second floor, watching Ernst's steps behind him, he couldn't help but sigh: This is really a stubborn old man.

It has been a while since he walked back and forth. Although Hugo slowed down his pace, Ernst was unwilling to admit defeat. He always maintained a certain speed. He didn't want to admit it, so he forced his way up. Hugo could even clearly see the sweat on Ernst's forehead again.

But Hugo didn't say anything in particular, because he knew that Ernst's personality would not want others to stimulate him. If Hugo expressed concern, Ernst would be angry and think that Hugo looked down on him. Besides, Hugo and Ernst are not very familiar, too much concern will only make Ernst more repulsive.

After Ernst walked to the second floor, he leaned on the handrail of the stairs slightly, panting, but he did not reveal any tiredness on the surface, "Here." Ernst handed the potatoes in his hand to Hugo, his hands Stretching straight and straight, you can even see the slightly trembling arm.

Hugo quickly took the paper bag and said, "Thank you."

Ernst didn't even look at Hugo, took out the key from his trouser pocket, and said to Hugo viciously, "Get out of the way." Only then did Hugo realize that he was standing at the door, so he hurried to Hugo Step aside and stand against the wall.

After Ernst stepped forward and opened the door of his own house, he walked in without looking back. He had no plans to stop. When Ernst started to close the door, Hugo realized that: Ernst had no plans at all. Wanting his potatoes, is this old man pissed off?

Hugo didn't have time to think about it, he hurried forward and pressed his right foot against the door, "Hey, Ernst, your potatoes." As he said that, he handed over the paper bag in his hand.

"It's not mine." Ernst replied sullenly, and wanted to close the door, but his strength was naturally no match for the young Hugo. He kicked Hugo's calf, "What are you doing! Don't enter my house! Who allowed you to put your foot in my house!"

Only then did Hugo notice that his feet were half a step into Ernst's house, but he still couldn't get his feet back, "But your potatoes. Ernst, I just did a little favor. It doesn't mean anything else, don't be so serious."

Looking through the gap in the doorway, Hugo couldn't see much, only a dilapidated ginger sofa, which seemed to have a long, long history, surrounded by dense layers of paper. Documents and books were piled high, taking up almost a third of the light from the windows, making the room look slightly dim. There was a dry smell of bookworms in the room, and there didn't seem to be any sign of anyone else. It was the home of a bachelor, and a bachelor of considerable age.

But Ernst quickly interrupted Hugo's visit, "I don't need it!" Then he kicked Hugo again, and his kick was very heavy, kicking Hugo's calf hard, Hugo stopped his feet as soon as he felt the pain, and Ernst didn't hesitate any more, and slammed the door shut.

With a bang, the door slammed over, and even fluttered a cloud of ashes, causing Hugo to blink several times in a row. It is conceivable that if Hugo did not retract his foot, it is very likely that his foot would be bruised at this time. At this moment, Hugo felt Ernst's youthful, stubborn and unyielding spirit, and of course Ernst's irritable, stubborn, and bad temper.

After thinking about it, Hugo left the paper bag with potatoes at the door, and then took out all the potatoes in his paper bag and tried to put them all into one paper bag, but it was obviously impossible. In desperation, Hugo could only put all the potatoes that could not fit around, and then picked up his paper bag and walked up to the third floor.

When he returned to the third floor, Hugo wanted to search for the key in his pocket, only to realize that he still had three potatoes in his pocket. He hurriedly put the paper bag on the ground and took another step to prepare to go downstairs. But only halfway through, Hugo heard the door open, he couldn't help but stop, lowered his head and looked through the gap in the stairs.

I saw Ernst looking at the potatoes on the ground, and then looked around. Hugo was afraid of being seen, so he quickly retracted his head, and then heard Ernst muttering and complaining, although he couldn't understand what it was. , but the intermittent swearing could still be heard, and it was obvious that Ernst still had countless dissatisfaction with Hugo, and was simply dismissive of Hugo's meddling.

Even so, after Hugo probed again, he still saw Ernst picking up the potatoes one by one, holding them in his arms and walking into the house, but this time he closed the door a lot more gently. But you can still hear the crisp movement.

Hugo looked at the empty door, smiled, walked back to the third floor, took out the potatoes in his trouser pocket, put it in his paper bag, and then took out the key to open the door.

Opening the door, Hugo first put the key in a tea-colored glass bowl at the door, then walked straight to the kitchen, put the paper bag on the dining table, and poured himself a glass of water. At this time, Charlize came out of the room, glanced at the kitchen, and after confirming that it was Hugo who came back, he asked, "How was the recording today?"

Charlize has been taking acting lessons since signing with Karl, which is a new challenge for Charlize.

In the modeling industry, although you also need to learn physical training, photography skills, catwalk skills, etc., but to put it bluntly, it is a profession that depends on appearance and talent. Of course, the technical content is high, but it is not too high, so Charlize, who has trained ballet since childhood, is very Easy to control.

But actors are different. Although this profession also depends on talent, anyone can "act" standing in front of the camera, but not everyone can act well, and some people even stand in front of the camera and will not move or not. will speak. The acting training course is just a primary level, which includes training attention, exerting imagination, emotional memory, body language, role speculation, script analysis, cultivating camera sense, opponent communication, positioning and positioning, etc. topics, not to mention basic pronunciation training, facial expression control, emotional expression, etc.

Charlize's studies in the past few months have been busy and fulfilling, even busier than Hugo, who has been idle after finishing the work.

Charlize is very comfortable with Hugo now. Although it has not been able to develop into emotions, as friends and roommates, the time they spend together is always full of relaxation and comfort. And to add a living treasure, Alex, the atmosphere on the third floor is always very active, and even Joseph and Karl on the fourth floor spend most of their time on the third floor.

During this time, when Charlize came back from class every day, he would practice acting with Hugo or Alex, which reflected the advantages of sharing the actor's rent. A group of actors discussed acting skills and practiced together, which obviously made life easier. Very pleasant. Of course, because the three of them were too noisy, Ernst downstairs got angry a few times.

"Very well, everything went well, I also... signed autographs for the fans." Hugo originally wanted to say "the first time", but thought that this sentence would not make sense, so he braked abruptly, "There's a group of fans surrounding me at the radio station." Hugo showed off happily like Charlize.

As a result, Charlize said, "Really? How many people?" Hugo was stunned, "...More than thirty." Charlize rolled his eyes and said, "Listen to your tone. , I thought it was three thousand." Hugo could only smirk.

"What's this?" Charlize took out the potatoes and asked with a puzzled expression, "You just buy three potatoes. Are you going to eat them raw, as lemons?"

Hugo walked over to the dining table and took a seat on the high stool. "No, this is a gift, a gift from Ernst."

"What? I heard right." Alex's voice came from the door, with a red costume in his hand, he walked in happily, and then walked directly to the kitchen, "You are A gift from Ernst?"

Hugo raised his eyebrows, "Yes, that's right!" Then Hugo briefly explained the situation just now, "I will take these three potatoes as a gift from him."

In the end, Alex curled his lips, "Who knows when he will come upstairs to ask you to go back." Alex has lived here for a little longer, and his understanding of Ernst is natural Also a little more.

Hugo asked curiously, "Does Ernst really live alone?" The United States is a country that attaches great importance to the family. Although it is said that children will become independent when they become adults, the concept of family is the most important in the American consciousness. Part of it, including many American welfare policies, revolve around the family. So it's not uncommon for Ernst's age to live alone, without children and without entering a nursing home.

"Yes." Alex nodded without hesitation, "To be precise, I haven't seen anyone visiting him since the first day I arrived here, not to mention relatives, not even friends. ."

"How do you know, you don't stay at the door of people's houses every day." Although Charlize didn't have a good impression of such a grumpy and stubborn old man, he still spoke a fair word.

Alex smiled embarrassedly, "Let's put it this way, I didn't notice it. I think he's like Quasimodo, eccentric and withdrawn, and loses his temper at every turn."

"Are you sure you have read the original novel of 'Notre Dame de Paris'?" Hugo said with a smile, Quasimodo is the geek in the "Notre Dame de Paris". In fact, although Quasimodo looks very ugly, he is kind and cowardly. He has not taken the initiative to hurt others, but is only rejected because of his appearance. So this description of Alex is not so accurate.

Alex scratched his head embarrassedly, "You know what I mean." In fact, Alex was saying that Ernst, like Quasimodo, should not enter.

"Then you should describe it more appropriately with Joseph of Wuthering Heights." Hugo said with a smile.

"Who's calling me?" Joseph's voice came from the door, the three people in the restaurant looked at each other, and then Hugo hesitated, looked at Joseph who came over and said, "Emily. Bronte (Emily. Bronte) ?"