Chapter 614 614 Apologize

After all, Uma still doesn't know enough about Hugo. Hugo is indeed not the kind of person who stabs him in the back. He always firmly hopes to decide the outcome head-on, so it seems that he would not reject "Pulp Fiction" because of Uma. , and he won't cut her out of the cast now because of his anger at Uma.

Even if Hugo has this ability, Hugo never thinks he is the God who controls the life and death of others. He is not superior to others, and he has no power to decide the life and death of others. Just like Tracy bowed her head, Hugo wouldn't let himself be the same as Tracy now.

But Hugo is not the kind of person of justice who has the world in his heart, repaying his grievances with virtue, saving the world, and forgiving all beings... These words are too heavy, and Hugo does not think that he is so selfless and so great. Therefore, although he will not use his ability to decide the life and death of others, it does not mean that he will not fight back.

Uma actually wanted to use herself again, even the clay figurine had three points of fire, so although Hugo saw through Uma's strategy, although Hugo no longer cared about Uma, Hugo would not write it off, he must Launch a counterattack.

This is what Uma doesn't know about Hugo. In fact, "black-bellied Hugo" is not uncommon at all. Look at Hugo's fierceness in dealing with those media reporters, look at Hugo's wit in interviews, and look at Hugo's Mischief with friends can catch clues. Anyone who really knew Hugo would know that Uma's worries were unnecessary, because Hugo didn't bother to do so.

Hugo did talk to Quentin, but not about Uma, but about the scene just now. Hugo added his own understanding of the role of Vincent. Talk to Quentin in detail, see what Quentin has to say, and learn some of Quentin's thoughts.

Quentin really fell into thinking, and his brows habitually wrinkled. This expression fell into Uma's eyes and made her confused.

After Hugo and Quentin finished their discussion, Quentin joked again, "How are you and Uma? I think you get along pretty well. Are all the recent news true?"

Quentin was obviously talking about the recent rumors about the two of them getting back together. Hugo looked back at Uma, who was standing there with a gloomy expression on his face. Ting smiled, "This is work, and this is just work."

In fact, Hugo and Quentin have never really communicated about Uma's entry into the crew. Today is the first time Hugo has clearly expressed his position to Quentin: this is just a job. This is true of any job in society. Few people can freely choose their partners, and even most people are working with people they hate, and the same is true in the entertainment industry. Therefore, Hugo will seriously complete the "Pulp Fiction" shooting, and still is.

Quentin heard Hugo's explanation, and immediately heard the calmness in the words that drew the line. Obviously, the rumors in the media were completely nonsense, which also made Quentin understand Hugo's dedication, especially in Hugo's game just now. The performance of the play is so wonderful, which makes Quentin admirable, this is the real actor!

After finishing speaking, Hugo glanced at Uma who was standing on the dance floor at a loss, and immediately withdrew his gaze, and let Uma enjoy this psychological torment. Hugo patted Quentin on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Are you satisfied with the scene just now? If you're not satisfied, you have to hurry up and retake it, or I think everyone will lose their strength in the scene."

Quentin immediately laughed, "Although your dancing is very strange, I have to say that the effect is excellent, you have injected so many wonderful things into the character of Vincent, and even I can't wait to see it. Saw him on the big screen. There was no problem with this scene, no problem at all."

Hugo smiled and nodded, "That's good, then I'll go to rest for a while, the next scene is ready, call me."

After speaking, Hugo walked towards his rest area, and Uma, who was standing on the dance floor, watched Hugo's figure disappear into the crowd. But why didn't Quentin look at himself, he didn't even look at himself, didn't Quentin want to ask his opinion at all? But... Quentin put so much effort into making himself the heroine, why doesn't he care now? This, what the hell is going on here? If Quentin really wants to change the heroine, what should he do?

"No, probably not, the movie has been filming for more than a week... No, no..." Uma just stood in the middle of the dance floor, standing in the middle in a dazed and at a loss.

Hugo returned to the rest area, and the music around his ears finally stopped. The unending shouts of the staff came one after another, causing Hugo's mouth to draw a smile, but the tiredness between his brows still came up.

Recalling Uma's desperate look just now, Hugo felt a sense of sadness, not because of himself, but because of Uma's embarrassment and sincerity, and the heroic Uma in his memory gradually became blurred; Because Hollywood, the Vanity Fair, makes everything profitable, even love and friendship can be reduced to bargaining chips, and family love is no exception.

No wonder others say that the entertainment industry is under too much pressure from Vanity Fair, not only because of the lights and cheers, but also because of the colorful money and benefits that make the self gradually disappear.

In Hugo's tired mind, there was a kind of sad and vast cello sound that kept echoing, as if in the endless desert, there was a cliff, and on the steep rock, there was a person playing the cello. The cello played by life reverberates and reverberates throughout the entire desert in the valley. The desolation, despair, and sadness are like echoes and re-circulate.

The stars are changing, the sea is changing, and things are right and wrong. Time is passing quickly like sand in the fingertips, and the fear in my heart makes my hands involuntarily grasp it, but the tighter the grip, the faster the sand in my hand disappears, which makes the fear in my heart set off a huge wave. Overwhelmed.

The leisurely sound of the cello was the only roar in the depths of his heart, which shook a spiritual sad song in the canyon.

"Grab your rope tightly, I hang high on the cliff; I can hear what you say, but I can't make a sound." The melody of the cello is like a rushing river constantly impacting the inner defense line, from Hugo's mind poured out, and in an instant Hugo just felt as if he was hanging in the sky on a cliff, the only life-saving straw for his life was the rope in his hand, he could hear someone standing on top of the cliff. He spoke, but he couldn't make any sound. He wanted to call for help, but found that all the sounds were stuck in his throat.

Suddenly, Hugo recognized it. It was Uma's voice. On the New Year's Eve last year, they rubbed their ears and temples, but then Uma turned around and gave him a savage knife, cutting off his only life-saving rope. "You told me you needed me so badly, and then you turned away and cut the rope, but wait, now you're saying sorry to me. You probably didn't expect me to look back and say, 'This apology is too late, Too late'. I say this apology is too late, too late."

Life is always so ironic. When the other party cut his own life-saving rope and watched himself fall into the abyss, he woke up and said, "I'm sorry" in tears. What's the use of "sorry" then? Perhaps to outsiders, the tears and remorse all over the face are distressing and sympathetic, but no one has found out that it was this person who cut off the last connection with his own hands and let the person whose life was hanging by a thread fall into darkness forever. . So what about tears, what about sorry, it's all too late, too late.

"I used to try to find another chance, fell for you, shot for you, I used to need you like my heart needs to beat, but now it's all over. My heart that loved you was red like flames, but now it's melancholy like a heartbeat Lan, you said sorry so tenderly that I mistaken you for an angel, but I'm afraid... this apology is too late, too late. I say this apology is too late, too late."

The richness and sadness of the cello are brought to the extreme in the melody. This is not just simple sadness and pain, but also a kind of enlightenment after falling into despair. Frustration, frustration, and grief are not enough to describe the heart-wrenching tear.

When you realize that everything is over, everything is over, and the phrase "too late" will vent all the negative emotions in your heart, just like the mushroom cloud left after the explosion of an atomic bomb. People were dumbfounded, but the really gorgeous explosion process was over, and only this mushroom cloud remained, no matter how gorgeous and magnificent, it was finally dissipating.

It's just that seeing the trust, love, and nostalgia that once fell apart like the mushroom cloud in front of me, there is an epic sense of tragicness, the feeling of gnawing at the bones and piercing the lungs, and all the breaths are lost. Taking it away, I can only hold my breath and stare. The sadness that hurts into the bone marrow is accompanied by the mushroom cloud and slowly dissipates. Even tears, even pain, and even apology, can't be undone, and everything ends like this.

The grand and sad cello strings vibrated slowly in the air, and all the sounds seemed to have disappeared, only this string of strings vibrated, on the ground that was silent as if there was no sign of life in the whole world, There came the desperate cry, "Grab your rope, I hang high above the cliff..."

Hugo is not sad, because he has passed that stage; Hugo is not disappointed, because he has already understood this fact; Hugo is just emotional, many times, a "sorry" can solve many things, but More often, a "too late" sentence can destroy all hope.

"Apologize," a belated apology that doesn't save anything, only makes it worse, so Hugo whispers: Too late.