Chapter 769 769 Melody of the Heart
Hugo also knew that although what he said just now was not too direct, it still touched Ernst's inverse scale. No one likes to have their scars exposed. Although Hugo's actions just now were cautious, he was not so familiar with Ernst after all, and it still made Ernst angry.
Hugo didn't say much, just put the water glass on the coffee table unhurriedly, pursed his lips and smiled, "Thank you for your hospitality." Then he stood up and left.
Ernst sat on the sofa, listening to the sound of the door being closed, and did not move, but the whole person became a lot older in an instant. He sat quietly on the spot with his back hunched over. At this time, the vinyl record of the gramophone had finished playing. , the room fell into silence again, and the night outside the window seemed to sense the silence here, and quietly penetrated in, making the atmosphere of the whole room slowly dimmed.
Hugo came to the third floor, but did not rush in, but looked back at the second floor, only to find that there was no sound coming from the second floor. Hugo could only sigh, opened the door of the room and walked in.
If you have not experienced the person's life, you will never be able to understand the feelings of the person involved. Just as Ernst didn't know the reason why Hugo could have such a clear mind when he was only twenty-seven, Hugo also couldn't know the love-hate relationship Ernst had with Oscar and Hollywood at this moment. regretful mood.
Back in the house, everyone didn't come back. Hugo would appear at home at this point in time. He originally planned to go home early to rest. Naturally, no one else had time to get home. There was a kind of silence flowing slowly in the empty room, which made Hugo stand in a daze, and subconsciously put the key into the glass bowl at the door. Quiet.
Hugo walked to the pool table and looked at the lights of thousands of houses outside from the window. The lights below the city and the stars in the sky complemented each other, setting off the deep and thick black night sky. to the margin in general.
Hugo found that as he got better and better in Hollywood, more and more troubles followed. Every step he took was a step forward, and the world he saw would become As different colors and shapes change, the people and things you come into contact with become more and more complex.
He originally thought that he would be surrounded by joy after winning the Oscar - this is the truth, but after chatting with Ernst, Hugo felt heavy in his heart, unable to distinguish all kinds of tastes, and unable to sort out countless thoughts.
Perhaps, this is the price of growth.
There are always many unsolved problems in life. Every choice will lead to different answers. Maybe someone gets a second chance to live again, and he will live a completely different life. There are third and fourth times. Opportunity, the result will lead to a different life.
Because, in the multiple-choice questions in life, there is no correct answer. After any choice is made, it cannot be changed, and there is no room for regret. You can only move forward. Even if you have reached the end and look back at your life, only your heart can make a judgment: what is this life like? It is neither success nor failure, but the taste of various emotions such as ups and downs, happiness and sadness, beauty and ugliness.
Some people chase money all their lives, some people advocate fame and fortune all their lives, some people use force to protect themselves, and some people live for love and die for love. This is life, there is no right or wrong, no high or low, only oneself can know all kinds of tastes.
Ernst is struggling to find the proof of his life value. "West Side Story", "Hello, Dolly", "Dragon and Phoenix" and other works are the coordinates of his life, but he has never been able to find the light that illuminates him. The light of the beacon of life.
And what about Hugo? What is Hugo chasing, has he ever regretted, regretted, and complained, and what emotions and thoughts will he have when he reaches the end of his life?
"He played poker like a deep meditation, he never hesitated, he didn't play for the money he won or to gain respect, he was looking for answers in the game, the chance in the mysterious geometry, and the The hidden strings behind the erratic ending. The numbers are flying, I understand that the spades are like arrows in the hands of soldiers, and the clubs are like guns roaring in the battlefield. In this artistic game, the cubes are like money in hand, but it is not my red Shape of Peach (Shape. Of. My. Heart).”
Life is like a game of cards. Each card represents a different choice and a different destiny. Clubs represent power, diamonds represent money, spades represent force, and hearts represent sincerity. Slowly flowing and changing in the game, it is easy for people to get lost in the game, unable to find a breakthrough, going around and gradually becoming tired, lonely and timid, looking at the suits in their hands, fans of power, money, force, and fame. It took my eyes off, but it's all not really shape (Shape. Of. My. Heart).
This is the confusion of life. Many people have been conscientious and diligent all their lives, but in the end, they find that they don’t know why they live. There is actually no place for "self" in such a big world. Is it because the world is too big and he is lost in the colorful temptations and temptations, or he has never realized what he really thinks deep in his heart.
"He may play Jack of Diamonds, or he may bet on the Queen of Spades, or he may hide the King of Spades, but those memories will fade. I understand that spades are like arrows in the hands of soldiers, and clubs are like guns roaring in the battlefield. Cannon, diamonds are like money in this art game, but it's not in the shape of my hearts."
Hugo used the guitar strings to outline the cold and sad notes, like the mournful and melodious voice of a bard, humming softly in the night.
The gentle resonance of the guitar strings creates a circle of ripples in the moonlight, weaving the icy wisps of the moonlight into the melody, understating the shape of loneliness. Everyone who comes into this world comes alone and arrives alone; and when everyone leaves this world, they also leave alone and leave alone.
Everyone is like an isolated island, standing on this isolated island watching people come and go, whether it is money or power, whether it is reputation or force, can make this isolated island very noisy, noisy, but when the night is quiet, the crowd The loneliness after dispersing will drown you in an instant, and it will be until this moment that you will know that the loneliness in your heart cannot be compensated by material things. It is like a black hole, greedily absorbing all the vitality around you. existence is endless.
Unless, unless I find that emotion, that firmness, and that identity that can truly accompany me, I begin to yearn for someone to stay by my side and accompany me through the unfinished road ahead. But is it so simple?
"If I tell you that I love you, you will be a little confused. I am not a fickle person. My mask is always the same. Those who are talkative but ignorant care about the gains and losses in front of them, just like people who complain about their fate. I know that spades are like arrows in the hands of soldiers, and clubs are like guns roaring on the battlefield. In this artistic game, diamonds are like money in hand, but they are not in the shape of my hearts.”
The entanglement of fate is so tiring, many people have been complaining about others complaining about luck and fate all their lives, but they have never understood that if they let go, their fate will be in the hands of others. Everyone has the qualification to control their own destiny, just like playing cards. There are countless possibilities hidden in the four suits, but the decision of which suit and which card to choose is always in their own hands.
Only those who never understand what they want and who follow other people's footsteps will feel tired because they don't know what they can get or what they will lose, money, power, reputation, In their eyes, force is social recognition and a symbol of success, but it is not the shape of their true heart, but no one recognizes it.
In fact, how many people understand their "Shape. Of. My. Heart"? People are always searching in life, trying to find the meaning of life, the source of happiness, and the approval of life, but unfortunately, very few people can find the answer, because they never understand, the so-called "" What does "from the heart" mean, the answer lies in themselves, but they try to find the answer in others, and naturally they will never find it.
Ernst wanted to find the meaning of his screenwriting work from Oscar, so he was confused. He was mixed with hatred and deep love and couldn't extricate himself, and time gradually covered his light.
Hugo has always been clear about his pursuit. He kept telling himself that the work is the value, and the praise of others, the recognition of awards, and the proof of achievements are just additional products.
However, looking at Ernst, Hugo couldn't help but think of Vincent Van Gogh, whose works were not accepted by the world for a long time, until the end of the nineteenth century, the world's thinking received an unprecedented Change, he has received corresponding recognition. But is he happy or sad? Because he was never recognized by the world when he was alive, and the poor life almost wiped out all his talents.
If it is not recognized, like Van Gogh, like Ernst, can Hugo continue like this? Does he still have the confidence to stick to it? Or, on the other hand, after he received the initial recognition of Oscar, will he get lost, will he be arrogant? What is even more frightening is that Hugo is now standing in this Vanity Fair, with future troubles, setbacks, obstacles and temptations. Confusion will only increase, can he continue to persevere?
When the whole song was written, Hugo only felt that his heart was empty, and the emptiness after all his emotions were vented could not be made up.