Superstar

Hugo did not expect that Ernst would invite him in. It has been two years since Hugo moved here, but he has never been in Ernst’s house. To be precise, even Alex has not. .

In fact, this is not uncommon. In modern society, increasingly indifferent interpersonal relationships often lead to the fact that the people living next door do not know whether they are male or female. Many people may not have direct interaction with their neighbors in ten years, let alone. Ernst has a terrible temper. Even if he wants to deal with Ernst, he will probably stay behind closed doors.

Therefore, when Hugo heard Ernst say this, his first reaction was "I heard it wrong", which made him not react at all. Originally, Hugo thought that with Ernst’s personality, he hesitated at this moment. , Ernst would close the door, but in the end he saw Ernst turned and walked into the house with the door fully open. This also shows that Hugo heard it right, and Ernst was indeed inviting him Go in.

Hugo hesitated, stepping on the brisk and classic jazz music, stepped into Ernst’s house, it was like entering a whole new world, the layout of the whole house was obviously similar to the third floor, but in front of him However, the lobby looks very narrow. The lobby is simply planned into two parts. The restaurant and kitchen are still on the right, but the space is less than half of the third floor; the rest of the lobby is full of books.

Hugo only thinks that this is like half of a library. Countless books are spread out densely. Even if there is a small space, they are all posted with movie posters. Even the three large windows opposite the main entrance are all covered by movie posters. Most of it was blocked by two bookcases, leaving only one window for ventilation, which made the entire hall full of 520 novel books. If you didn’t pay attention, Hugo could not even find that the 520 novel table, which occupied half of the wall, was scattered. There were countless opened books on the ground, and even four or five books were lost on the only sofa. This is a sea of ​​books.

On the low cabinet on the left, this is the only free space in the entire hall. There is a gramophone on it, which is squeaking in motion at this time, next to it is a radio station and an old-fashioned telephone.

This is the hall of Ernst's house, a strange and novel world. Hugo's footsteps are not far from the entrance, not knowing what to do, "What, is it different from what I imagined?" Ernst's voice From the kitchen, the sound of the screaming kettle was mixed.

Hugo nodded blankly, "Yes, it's completely different from what you imagined. This...it's like a treasure."

Hugo could not think of a suitable vocabulary to describe it, but he knew that books have always been one of the most important heritage of mankind. Books are not only the carrier of recording human wisdom, but also the heritage of the times. Although after entering the 21st century, due to the development of the Internet, electronic books have gradually squeezed the market of traditional paper books, but in Hugo's view, traditional paper books are still an existence that can never be replaced.

Ernst took the kettle from the stove and listened to Hugo's words. He couldn't help but raised his voice and said, "Treasure?" Then he twitched his lips and laughed, "I thought you would call it a garbage dump." Rain Although Guo is 27 years old this year, he is a new generation of children in Ernst's eyes. The children of this generation are chasing freedom of thought and sex. untie. They are called "baby boomers", so their rejection of traditional books couldn't be more obvious.

Hugo couldn't help but chuckled, "If someone with a cleanliness comes here, it is indeed a garbage dump." Although Ernst arranged and organized the books neatly, many old books could not be kept intact. , And there are many books just taken out to read, and put them on the table, sofa, window sill, the whole room looks really messy.

Ernst walked to the hall with the cup in his hand and put the cup on the small coffee table in front of the sofa. There was a large pile of scattered paper on it, and he could see the original appearance of the table. Ernst didn't mind, he just put the hot water cup on it, "I only have tea in my house, so you can drink it." Then he raised his head and looked at Hugo who was still standing in the hallway, "Why, don't you come in? I don't think so. Where to stay?"

Hugo tugged at the corner of his mouth, walked in, and sat down on the sofa, but felt very strange after sitting down. He stood up slightly and saw that there was a pen under his butt. He put the pen on the table and held up the teacup. Looking at the pile of papers on the coffee table through the squishy heat, Hugo was a little surprised to find that these were actually scripts.

Ever since I learned that Ernst is a well-known screenwriter, and once helped Hugo, the relationship between Hugo and Ernst has not changed much, unlike what is told in movies or novels— —Hugo was grateful to Ernst, and Ernst helped Hugo to kill the Quartet. The two quickly resumed their normal neighbor relationship. Hugo will still think of Ernst during holidays and give some small gifts. , And Ernst was still irritable and grumpy.

The main reason is that Ernst didn’t think it was a help. He just mentioned to Nora-Efron through a friend that Hugo is an actor who deserves a second chance, and it’s Hugo himself who really seizes the opportunity. So Ernst didn't care about it at all.

For Hugo, he felt that if he kept trying to give back to Ernst, he would have misunderstood it, or it would make Ernst feel that he was extending the relationship. After all, only true strangers should give all the gratitude. , The hatred is clear; or it is to make Ernst feel that he can flatter him, which is annoying.

Ernst usually looks like a cold and lonely person. He will never help others easily. Therefore, his willingness to help Hugo shows that he has a different view of Hugo. Naturally, Hugo would not use any gratitude for Ernst's importance, but he took more care of Ernst.

Looking at the scripts on the desktop, Hugo can tell at a glance that these are discarded scripts, unfinished scripts, which reminds Hugo of Ernst's reaction the last time he mentioned that Ernst was a screenwriter.

Ernst condemned Hugo very violently, but there was a touch of loneliness in the words. Maybe he hates and loves the profession of screenwriting. Although he hasn't touched this work for 17 years, he still remembers it. .

Hugo suddenly thought of the situation that Ernst was facing. In fact, what Ernst is best at is adapting Broadway plays. In other words, he is very good at adapting classic plays, but after entering the second half of the seventies, the movie circle Great changes have taken place.

First of all, there are very few Broadway plays that are worth moving to the big screen. In fact, Broadway is also facing a script shortage. After entering the 21st century, there are even many Broadway adaptations of TV series and movie scripts; secondly, there is an endless stream of technology and art. Streaming and action streaming movies have changed the demand for scripts in the entire market, and scripts that combine commerce, special effects and novelty like "Jaws" are the market-oriented.

Therefore, at that time, the objects of screenplay adaptation were gradually developing in the direction of novels, and Ernst could not keep up with the changes of the times, and was eliminated from the mainstream film market as a result. This is a sad thing. If it is a commodity that is gradually eliminated by the market, then it is the progress of the times and the process of survival of the fittest; but if it is a work of art, the market will never be eliminated, but will bloom with the precipitation of time The true artistic value.

Logically speaking, the movie should be an art form, and the script is also a kind of sword work, but Ernst is eliminated like a commodity. Perhaps this is the biggest irony of Ernst's work.

What’s even more hurt is that Ernst has been a screenwriter for more than 20 years. He has produced many absolutely classic works. Many of the works written by him have become art works well-known in history. But the problem is that he But it has never received recognition, whether it is Oscars or the screenwriters' union.

Therefore, Ernst’s mood is complicated. On the one hand, he hates everything about screenwriters and everything about Hollywood. When Hugo mentioned that he was a screenwriter, his reaction was very fierce; when Hugo mentioned Hollywood interests When it comes to supreme things, his reaction is even more hateful.

But on the other hand, he is unwilling. He still lives near Sunset Plaza and is alone. At the same time, he still has nostalgia. The screenwriting work is the greatest proof of value in his life. Only the scripts prove that he once existed, not one. Dispensable elderly people living alone.

Hugo looked at the script fragments scattered in front of him, feeling mixed, although he did not know whether his guess was correct, even if this kind of guessing is the most realistic idea, all Ernst’s actions are okay. Get an answer; but Hugo is still unwilling to judge Ernst according to his own speculation, because he does not have this qualification. To be precise, no one has the qualification to judge other people.

However, since Ernst allowed him to enter the house ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and did not tidy up the script on the table, it also proved that Ernst was magnanimous in this respect, and Hugo didn't know if it was himself. The performance of the past two years has won Ernst's trust, but he knows that this is Ernst's expression of trust in himself.

Hugo moved his gaze away from the script, looked at Ernst, with a small smile and said, "Ernst, I have moved here for two years, but this is my first time. Entering your house, I originally thought it was because I finally touched you, and I was planning to go home and show off with my friends. But now, it doesn't seem to be the case."

Hugo’s words made Ernst stunned. He looked at Hugo’s impatience, but Hugo didn’t care at all. He said with a smile, "I think, the reason you let me in is because of me. You just got the Oscar statuette yesterday, right? That’s why you looked at me differently, which allowed me to come in and drink tea.” After that, Hugo raised the water glass in his hand and took a sip from his mouth, "Huh, It’s not easy to drink this cup of tea."

Hugo's naughty words made Ernst sit there for a moment, then fluttered and laughed. (To be continued [provided]. If you like this work, you are welcome to read it and vote for a monthly pass for the work. Your support is the biggest motivation for me to continue to create!)

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