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After all, 614 apologize to Uma. After all, Hugo didn’t know enough about Hugo. Hugo is indeed not the kind of person who stabbed a knife in the back. He always firmly hopes to make a head-on decision. Therefore, it seems that he would not refuse because of Uma. Like "Pulp Fiction," he will not remove her from the crew because of his anger towards Uma.

Even if Hugo has this ability, Hugo never thinks that he is the God who controls the life and death of others. He is not superior, and he does not have the power to decide the life and death of others, just like Hugo would not have the future for his career. Tracy lowered her head, and now Hugo will not let herself be the same person as Tracy.

But Hugo is not the kind of righteous man with the world in his heart, repaying grievances with virtue, saving the world, forgiving sentient beings...These words have too heavy responsibility, Hugo does not think 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 wants to take advantage of himself again, even the clay figure has a three-point fire, so although Hugo sees through Uma’s strategy, although Hugo no longer cares about Uma, Hugo will not write off this one. He must Launch a counterattack.

This is where Uma doesn’t understand Hugo. In fact, "Black-bellied Hugo" is not uncommon at all. Look at Hugo's toughness against media reporters, look at Hugo's wit during interviews, and look at Hugo. You can catch clues when you get along with your friends in pranks. Those who really know Hugo will know that Uma's worry is unnecessary, because Hugo disdains to do so.

Hugo did talk to Quentin, but it was not about Uma, but about the scene just now. Hugo added his own understanding of the role of Vincent, he wanted Talk to Quentin in detail, and see what Quentin's opinion is, and at the same time, you can also absorb some of Quentin's ideas.

Quentin really fell into thinking, frowning habitually, this expression fell into Uma's eyes and it made her feel confused.

After Hugo and Quentin finished discussing, Quentin jokingly said, "How are you and Uma? I think you are getting along well. Is it true that what the news recently said is true?"

Quentin was obviously talking about the recent rumors about the reunion of the two. Hugo looked back at Uma, who was standing in the same place, with a gloomy expression. He let out a sigh of relief, and dispelled all the thoughts in his mind, facing Kun. Ting smiled, "This is work, and this is just work."

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

Quentin heard Hugo’s explanation, and immediately heard the calmness of the demarcation line in the words. Obviously, the media’s rumors were nonsense. This also made Quentin understand Hugo’s dedication, especially Hugo just now. The performance of the play is so wonderful, which makes Quentin admire, this is the real actor!

After speaking, Hugo glanced at Uma who was at a loss on the dance floor, and then withdrew his gaze, let Uma enjoy the psychological torment. Hugo patted Quentin on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Are you satisfied with the scene just now? If you are not satisfied, you have to retake it quickly, otherwise I think everyone on the scene will be relieved."

Quentin burst into laughter immediately, "Although your dancing posture is very strange, but I have to say that the effect is excellent. You have injected so many wonderful things into the role of Vincent, even I can't wait to want it. I saw him on the big screen. There is no problem with this scene, there is no problem."

Hugo smiled and nodded, "That's good, then I will 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 nervously as Hugo disappeared into the crowd. But why didn’t Quentin look at him? He didn’t even look at himself. Isn’t Quentin wanting to ask his opinion at all? But... Quentin took so much effort to play the leading role in the beginning, why? But now I don’t care anymore? Now, what is going on? If Quentin really wants to change the heroine, what should I do?

"No, it shouldn't. The movie has been filming for more than a week...No, no..." Uma stood in the middle of the dance floor like this, standing in the middle in despair, at a loss.

Hugo returned to the rest area, and the music surrounding her ears finally stopped. The staff's endless shouts made one after another, making Hugo's mouth smile involuntarily, but the tiredness between the eyebrows still came up.

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

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

In Hugo’s tired mind, there is a sad and boundless cello sound reverberating, like a cliff in the endless desert. On the steep rock, a person is playing the cello. The cello played by life reverberates continuously throughout the entire desert of the valley, reverberating, and the feelings of desolation, despair, and sadness circulate and recycle like echoes.

When the stars change, everything is different. Time disappeared quickly like sand in your fingertips. The fear in your heart made your hands involuntarily grasped, but the tighter you hold, the faster the sand in your hands disappears, which makes the fear in your heart set off a huge wave. It's overwhelming.

The leisurely cello sound is the only roar deep in the heart, shaking a soul tragic song in the canyon.

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

Suddenly, Hugo recognized it. It was Uma’s voice. On the New Year’s Eve last year, they fought each other, but after that, Uma turned around and gave himself a severe knife, cutting off his only life-saving rope. "You told me you needed me so much, then you turned away and cut the rope, but wait, you now say sorry to me. You probably didn't expect that I would turn around and say:'This apology is too late.' It’s too late. I said this apology came too late, too late."

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

"I tried to find opportunities again, to fall for you, and to be shot for you. Once I needed you as if my heart needs to beat, but now everything is gone. The heart that loved you was once red as a flame, but now it is as melancholy Lan, you said sorry so softly that you made me mistakenly think that you are an angel, but I am afraid...this apology came too late, too late. I said this apology came too late, too late."

The vigor and sadness of the cello are brought to the extreme in the melody. This is not just simple sadness and pain, but also a great realization after falling into despair. Everything is too late, the struggling despair in the entanglement of love, Discouragement, depression, and grief are not enough to describe the heart-wrenching tearing feeling.

When I realize that everything is over and everything is over, a sentence of "too late" will vent all the negative emotions in my heart, just like a mushroom cloud left behind after an atomic bomb explodes, magnificent and magnificent. It was dumbfounded, but the truly gorgeous explosion process was over, and only this mushroom cloud remained. No matter how gorgeous and magnificent, it was finally in the process of dissipating.

It’s just that looking at the past trust, the past love, and the past attachments are falling apart like the mushroom cloud in front of you, but there is an epic tragic feeling. The feeling of gnawing and tearing the heart will take all breath Take away, UU reading www. uukanshu.com can only stare with breathlessness, the sorrow that hurts into the bone marrow is accompanied by the mushroom cloud, slowly dissipating, even the tears, even the pain, even the apology, can’t be undone, and everything is over like this.

The magnificent and desolate cello strings vibrated slowly in the air, and all the sounds seemed to disappear. Only this chord sound was oscillating, on the earth that quietly seemed to have no signs of life in the whole world, There was a desperate cry, "Grab your rope tightly, I hang high on the cliff..."

Hugo is not sad, because he has passed that stage; Hugo is not disappointed, because he has understood this fact a long time ago; Hugo just sighs, in many cases, a single "sorry" can solve many things, but More often, a sentence of "it's too late" can destroy all hope.

"Apologize ( A late apology can not save anything. On the contrary, it will only make things worse, so Hugo whispered: It's too late.

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