Chapter 2035: 2035 Delicate Touch

Robert stood by and looked at it seriously. He was smiling on the surface, but no one could guess the true thoughts in his heart. In fact, Robert was observing Hugo's performance at this time. He has been very curious why so many film critics are full of praise for Hugo, and more importantly, many crew members also praise Hugo.

You know, compared to those big bosses, senior Hollywood staff are often more powerful, such as screenwriters, photographers, drama managers, scene reporters, lighting engineers, makeup artists, etc., because they are the front-line people in their work, they Although the power in hand is small, it can often change more things. So, it's never been easy to win the accolades of these crews.

When Robert came to the scene today, he wanted to observe it with his own eyes.

Robert could sense a slight difference, but he couldn't tell why. Before the scene was officially shot, Hugo sitting on the sofa was already different. The slowly sinking aura seems to be...a bit chilly, but mixed with a little bit of warmth; a bit alienated, but at the same time showing soft kindness—this is so contradictory that Robert couldn't figure it out at all. . But what is certain is that just a back view, Robert has noticed the subtle changes in Hugo.

The sound of the scene recording resounded throughout the set, which made Robert withdraw his attention and fully invested in it.

Lynn walked into the kitchen, only Cole was left standing at the door. Malcolm still had a faint smile on his face, as if he seemed relaxed because of the conversation between Lynn and Cole just now, but this smile was not completely Stretched, just staying at the corner of his mouth, he tried hard to relax his shoulders, but when he saw Cole approaching, he still leaned forward a little, making a proactive gesture.

Facing Cole, Malcolm seemed too cautious. He was always trying to avoid repeating Vincent's tragedy, but Malcolm didn't know which link went wrong. Therefore, this time it is a brand new start with Cole, and Malcolm must be careful-but it seems a bit tense.

"Hi." Malcolm smiled and greeted softly. Cole walked over with light steps, but stopped five steps away from Malcolm, and Malcolm also I don't mind, I pointed to the sofa chair opposite me with both hands, "Want to sit?"

Cole looked hesitantly at the sofa in front of him, then shook his head, but still said nothing.

The alienated vigilance made Malcolm clearly feel that the smile on the corner of his mouth was slightly restrained, but it never disappeared, "Don't you want to talk today?" These non-aggressive words and attitude made Cole slightly relaxed , and finally made eye contact with Malcolm, but Cole shook his head slightly and didn't speak.

Malcolm pursed his lips and smiled, a trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes, but his left hand was rubbing the fingertips of his right hand. This small detail revealed his inner tension, "Want to play a game?" Malcolm Mu's relaxed tone made Cole look puzzled, and Malcolm couldn't help explaining, "It's a game of reading thoughts..." Malcolm's expression became relaxed, and a shallow smile reflected from his eyes , but the oppressive and dull atmosphere at the scene still seemed quiet and difficult, "I read your thoughts, if I'm right, you take a step forward; if I'm wrong, you take a step back to the door. If you walk When you reach the chair, you sit down; when you retreat to the door, you can go. Want to play?"

Cole looked towards the kitchen with some concern, where his mother's busy voice could be faintly heard. Cole thought carefully for a while, then nodded with difficulty.

Robert stood by, without even realizing it, he just held his breath like this, as if the air in the whole scene froze.

Hugo—no, it should be Malcolm, his expression was deep and heavy, his soft and warm tone was always full of hesitation and uncertainty, he tried to make his emotions lighter, trying to stand in a Look at the problem from the perspective of a ten-year-old child, but those amber eyes are full of uneasy emotions, flickering slightly under the dim light.

And Cole, who was standing opposite Malcolm, always had a trace of panic on his pale little face, like a deer that might be alarmed at any time, every step was so panicky and light, as if he didn't even hear the slightest sound. less than. Every time Malcolm said he was right about a question, the fear in Cole's eyes deepened, and the wandering gaze created an atmosphere of horror.

The sparks between Hugo and Haili can be clearly felt even a few steps away. The tense and soft atmosphere is like icy cold air, slowly spreading throughout the room . Even though it wasn't cold in the room at all, Robert couldn't help shivering twice in a row.

Robert looked into Hugo's eyes seriously, those amber eyes always carried a trace of uneasy caution, as if before him was a castle in the air, which might disappear at any time, that kind of horror atmosphere that slowed down the heart to the extreme It penetrated all the pores on his body and penetrated into the blood, as if slowly freezing him into ice.

It's hard to imagine that just relying on the power of performance, it actually created that kind of tension, so that Robert couldn't help but turned his head to look behind him, as if there was a spirit standing behind him.

Malcolm's first three questions were overwhelming, allowing Cole to take three steps forward, only one step away from being on the sofa chair, which made Malcolm's eyes burst out with confidence, and relatively speaking, Cole's eyes became more and more uncertain, and the vague fear made the air almost suffocate.

But then, Malcolm made a mistake. He saw the old men's watch on Cole's wrist, and said in a deep voice, "Your father left that watch to you before he left." But Cole hesitated again and again, But he took a step back. This question, which was originally a surefire question, went wrong. This made Malcolm's eyes flicker slightly, a little uncertain, and the confidence he had just built was fleeting like melting ice and snow. Even the smile on the corner of his mouth froze slightly.

Cole seemed to be aware of Malcolm's violent mood swings, and explained, "He forgot it in a drawer. It's broken."

Malcolm exhaled lightly, but the confidence in his heart was difficult to organize again. He moved Cole's eyes away for the first time, lowered them slightly, hiding the mixed emotions in the depths of his eyes, and subconsciously grasped them with his left hand. He touched his right hand, twirling his fingertips lightly. After a while, after the struggle in his eyes was put away, he raised his eyes again, but the amber light was slightly dimmed, "You are very quiet in school, but you have always been a good student, Never get into trouble."

Cole's eyes flickered slightly, and he took another step back. This made Malcolm a little anxious, and actually moved his sitting position, staring at Cole's retreating steps, but obviously his confidence was severely damaged. He could hardly hide his anxiety, and his eyes kept looking up and down at Cole , as if Cole's retreat was repeating Vincent's tragedy, bit by bit out of his control. But Malcolm couldn't grab Cole directly, because it was psychological alienation, and physical control would only exacerbate this alienation. This made Malcolm lick his dry lips continuously, and gently clenched his left hand. Holding the thumb of his right hand, the fear that he would lose completely if he let go made his heart beat slower and slower, almost inaudible.

"I was in an art class once." Cole's breath stabilized unconsciously, as if after staying away from Malcolm, it gave him a sense of security, and even his voice no longer trembled. "Whatever we draw. I draw a man and the other man stabs him in the neck with a screwdriver."

Cole's answer not only made Malcolm lose confidence, but also alerted him—he called Vincent again, and his breathing stopped for a moment, Malcolm said almost in a muttering voice to, "Did you see that on TV, Cole."

Cole took a step back again, but this time, instead of explaining Malcolm's question, he continued, "Everyone was so mad, they called Mommy to school, and Mommy started crying. At this point, Cole's voice began to tremble again, as if he was afraid of something, "I won't draw these anymore."

"What are you drawing now?" Malcolm could feel Cole's fear, but he couldn't tell why, so he could only continue to ask cautiously.

Cole exhaled softly, "I draw... smiling people, running dogs, and rainbows. Drawing rainbows won't get you in trouble."

"That's right, I don't think so." Malcolm squeezed his fingers hard, and frowned slightly in the middle. Although it was subtle, he could clearly feel the heaviness in his heart.

Cole turned his head and looked at his side, looked up and down, as if someone was standing next to him, which made his eyes even more frightened, he held his breath, and looked at Marco Tom said, "What am I thinking right now?"

Malcolm gritted his teeth tightly, pursed his lips, but finally chose to be honest, "I don't know what you're thinking." This made Cole take another step back, and the despair in Malcolm's eyes surged again Coming up, helplessness and darkness grabbed his heart fiercely, and he squeezed it hard, but he didn't let go. Malcolm froze in place, and the sadness between his brows was too thick to dissolve.

Cole shook his head lightly, "I was thinking, you are a nice person, but you can't help me..." After speaking, Cole left the hall and went straight to his room. And Malcolm, who was sitting in place, couldn't do anything, as if his soul was frozen, he sat in place.