1983 Chapter 1983

Hugo guessed that Ernst should not be asleep at this time—if Ernst watched the Oscar ceremony, and he mentioned Ernst in his acceptance speech without Ernst's consent, he I don't know how the irritable old man will react.

However, Hugo did not expect that Ernst would sit downstairs like this, feeling the coolness of the late night dew, and listening to the occasional noise of engines in the distant streets. And it was already one o'clock in the morning - Ernst, who was supposed to be ready to go to sleep at eleven o'clock before, appeared in front of him full of energy.

No, to be precise, Ernst is not full of energy at this time, the fatigue between his brows is clearly visible even seven or eight steps away.

Hugo was stunned for a while, and then realized that Ernst was talking to them. He looked at Leonardo, who was completely unresponsive, and then took the conversation, "I'm here to visit you."

Ernst snorted coldly, his messy eyebrows were calm and pretentious, "I know that I have caused trouble tonight, and want to apologize? I really don't know what to do." Ernst squinted his eyes, although his tone was flat, he didn't speak loudly. Roar, but the indescribable seriousness flowed out of the words, "Who allowed you to speak for me? You are not me, how do you know what I think in my heart? Are you sure this is what I want? Are you like this? Disrupting my peaceful life without my consent, is it selfish or arrogant? What are you, God? Make decisions for my life? How about it, is it good to control my life? Do you feel happy?"

A series of rhetorical questions made Hugo speechless, but Leonardo standing next to him couldn't help it, and directly refuted loudly, "You old man is really unreasonable! Hugo respects you, so he will You said that in your award acceptance speech, but you maliciously distorted Hugo's mind. It's really shameless, no wonder you..."

Leonardo's words were about to get out of control, Hugo quickly stopped him, and at the same time Ernst retorted sarcastically, "So, Hugo is a big man, he respects me, so I have to be respectful? Who stipulated this? What? If you look down on my old man, get out! No one asked you to come here!"

Leonardo immediately clenched his hands into fists and rushed towards Ernst. Hugo didn't hold back, and rushed forward a few steps, hugging Leonardo tightly, "Leo! Are you really going to hit this old man?" Although Ernst was grumpy, he was angry. Quite, but an old man, a defenseless old man.

"So what!" Leonardo yelled angrily, with the smell of alcohol coming from his mouth, and his slightly red eyes showed his excitement.

"Let go of him. If he wants to, let him punch me." Ernst raised his hand and threw the cigarette in his hand. He didn't know whether it was the wrong aim or he couldn't hold his hand. The cigarette deviated a lot , was thrown directly in the void, which made Leonardo even more angry, struggling hard, and wanted to give Ernst a hard punch, but Ernst whispered at this time, " Maybe, I should really be beaten up so that I can wake up a little bit."

All the aura around Ernst settled down, as if he had aged in the blink of an eye, that powerful aura had completely disappeared, and he had become an old man, but... the old man, the decadence and ashes were like a cloud of dust all over the sky. Like the night, it fell down quickly, making him overwhelmed.

Even Leonardo, who was angry, noticed the change in Ernst, couldn't help but stop his struggle, and stared blankly at Ernst in front of him.

Hugo has known Ernst for so many years, but he has never seen Ernst like this before. The loneliness and bewilderment that came from his head and face made Hugo suffocate in an instant, as if the whole world began to change before his eyes. It was gray and the light dimmed little by little—a solar eclipse was happening right in front of our eyes, but everyone could do nothing but watch the sun being swallowed. No one knew when the light would come again.

Ernst lowered his eyes, didn't say anything, just let the whole world go quiet again. Hugo and Leonardo just stood there in a daze, even forgetting to change their movements, just quietly watching Ernst, who was gradually declining in front of them, dumbfounded. The shock inside is indescribable.

"These years, I've actually been thinking about a question: Why is the academy unwilling to give me a little golden man? Is it because I'm not good enough, or because..." Ernst pondered for a long time, and finally said in a low voice, " Because I'm not good enough." The whispered words quickly drifted away in the wind, as if they hadn't been said at all, "So, I always want to go back to Hollywood and create a work that is open to everyone. Prove my strength, prove my success..."

Hugo thought of the half-written scripts in Ernst's family. There were eighty if not one hundred. In the past twenty years, Ernst never gave up writing.

"I just dreamed of the myth of Hollywood. I wrote a work, and then everyone looked at me with admiration. Only then did the academy realize that they ignored my strength, and then hurriedly awarded me a statuette." Ernst Having said that, he smiled, but there was a bit of bitterness in the smile. Hugo wanted to open his mouth to comfort him, but found that he couldn't say a word. He just opened his mouth slightly, and then powerlessly stopped at the original place. land.

Ernst raised his eyes, looked at Hugo and Leonardo in the dark night, and finally stopped on Hugo. In fact, Ernst is very envious of Hugo, because Hugo has talent, a talent that everyone envies. Although Hugo has only created two scripts, "Before Sunrise" and "Perfection", Hugo's control of the lines and the outline of emotions can definitely be said to be at the master level. This is why Ernst was very angry with Hugo-because Hugo has always been too lazy and has always been unwilling to concentrate on writing scripts. This waste of talent made Ernst angry.

But tonight, Ernst discovered that everything in life can be treated from different angles. Although he himself has no way to create good works - in the past twenty years, he has found that his ability has been deteriorating, but he is unwilling to admit it; but he has continued his creation in another way Life, he inspired Hugo, he didn't think he was Hugo's teacher, but his shadow can be seen in Hugo's works, just like the things he created in his brain, but he understood created directly.

This feeling is really beautiful.

He is always complaining in his mouth, but in fact, his heart is full of fear. He is afraid that all his thoughts are just mirages, just his own wishful thinking; he is afraid of facing the fact that he has been completely eliminated by the times, so that he refuses To face those old friends.

In fact, in the Writers Guild of America, he was very reasonable, just like the audition opportunity for "Sleepless in Seattle" back then. As long as he wants, he can seek a position in the trade union, but he has been refusing and avoiding.

Tonight, Hugo didn't give him a chance to choose, so he lifted the last fig leaf. He originally thought it would be very painful, and it was true, but after the pain calmed down, he felt relieved in his heart. Only now did he realize that it turned out that it was not others but himself who had troubled him for the past twenty years, and he was always the only one.

So, in fact, Ernst wanted to thank Hugo for his impulsiveness and directness tonight, for untying him simply and rudely.

But looking at Hugo in front of him, Ernst opened his mouth, but he couldn't express all the emotions in his heart. Finally, he drooped his shoulders in frustration, and whispered, "But in fact, I just want to create It’s just a script, it’s not for the little golden man, it’s not for proving yourself to others...just because I want to create, I miss the joyful creation in those years.”

Such a simple sentence shocked both Hugo and Leonardo. Ernst's enthusiasm and persistence bursting out of the ordinary are eye-catching. This is the real concentration and devotion. He has spent his whole life in the study of an art. A persistence is beyond the reach of others.

Hugo looked at Ernst in front of him and fell into deep thought. Although Ernst was weaker than ever before, in Hugo's eyes he was stronger than ever. Because of his pure to crazy enthusiasm, it is convincing and shameful.

All the complicated thoughts in Leonardo's brain disappeared in an instant, and the originally chaotic brain was sober like never before.

There are too many examples around Leonardo, with the example of Hugo first, and the success of Charlize tonight, and now he has witnessed Ernst's persistence with his own eyes. This allowed Leonardo to taste his inner desire again. After the great success of "Titanic", he once wanted to give up on himself and let himself get lost in Hollywood's Vanity Fair, but now he has a new motivation , he wants to continue, he wants to overcome himself, he wants to stick to his dream. He wants to be a good actor.

The weak flame was ignited again, which made Leonardo feel unparalleled enthusiasm-he even wanted to take the next script now and start shooting. This feeling is really long gone.

Ernst looked at Hugo seriously, and the "thank you" was on his lips, but he still couldn't say it. It was Ernst's limit to show his vulnerability in front of Hugo. Because Ernst knew that Hugo could understand what he was thinking, and because Ernst knew that he and Hugo were the same kind of people, he decided to open up. But words of "thank you"? But he couldn't speak.

After hesitating again and again, Ernst still didn't speak, but stood up slowly, turned around and walked towards the apartment building. When he reached the door, he couldn't help but stop, "Go back." The light and fluttering voice lost its usual irritability, but it became alive again. After that, Ernst never looked back, and disappeared step by step at the top of the stairs.