Hugo hasn't seen Ernst for a long time. After moving last year, Hugo came to see Ernst once during Thanksgiving. After making two calls, Ernst rudely hung up, and never met again.

Ernst's pace was still steady, but he did not have the thrilling behavior in his memory. Instead, he was much slower. His always stubborn and firm back still looked thick and straight from afar. But I don't know if it was an illusion of sight, but Hugo felt that his back was a little hunched, making Ernst look much smaller. His white temples were stained with wind and frost, making the deep wrinkles at the corners of his brows and eyes look like the ravines of the Grand Canyon, and countless traces of years were written in the interlaced shadows.

Hugo suddenly realized that Ernst should be eighty-one years old this year. Humanity is rare in his seventies, and he recalls his twenties in his eighties. When he lived here for a long time, Hugo did not feel Ernst's age so clearly. The image of the old man left in his mind is always full of energy and vitality, but when we meet again today, the power of time came to our face.

Ernst looked up and saw Hugo standing beside him. He didn't react at the first time. He frowned slightly. He should have been seriously looking at who the person was. When the image projected by his pupils confirmed that the person was, he waved his hand directly, as if he was chasing a fly, "Go, go quickly, go quickly. What are you doing here now! The reporters will flock over later, it's so noisy. I want to have a good rest and it won't be peaceful."

Hearing Ernst's rough and straightforward words, Hugo laughed silently. Time still did not take away the old man's irritable temper. "Even I don't know that I will appear here. As long as you don't say it, no one will know, and the reporter will not come." Ernst looked at Hugo with a questioning face, with his face saying "I don't believe you". Hugo chuckled and walked towards Ernst, "Or are you going to call the reporter to report me?"

Ernst immediately looked at Hugo with a look of contempt, as if saying, "You are questioning my character." Hugo ignored Ernst's eyes and found a clearing space under the familiar and strange oak tree downstairs, and sat down.

Ernst frowned again, and his whole face looked at Hugo with dissatisfaction, "Why did you think of it today? Are you thinking about returning home in glory?"

Facing Ernst's provocative remarks, Hugo was not only not angry, but instead felt a sense of familiarity, not because of Ernst's curse, but because of Ernst's attitude, everything was so familiar, as if he had never left here.

Humans are fickle animals. This is a neutral saying, without praise or derogatory meaning. If one day, your neighbor next door suddenly becomes a top superstar or governor, it is not easy to treat the other person with a normal attitude. Even if it is not flattery, pleasing, envy, or respect, it is almost impossible to maintain a normal mind. This hard-earned, ordinary heart is the most precious thing.

"If I were to go home to show off, I wouldn't choose here, just to get your recognition? It's too unfulfilling." Hugo's smile made Ernst so angry that he blew his beard and stared, but he couldn't say anything to refute. Hugo continued, "After I appeared today, I didn't say anything, why did you start to lose your temper? I don't remember the noise and noise here. Or do you miss my days here too? It's better to be more noisy and angry than to be alone."

Ernst rolled his eyes to Hugo twice, "It made everyone else unable to sleep. He actually thought I would miss your noise? I have seen narcissistic people, but I have never seen such shameless people." Seeing Ernst reacting like this, Hugo laughed loudly.

This time, Ernst did not wait for Hugo's answer. He took a step and was about to enter the door, not wanting to pay attention to Hugo. However, after passing Hugo, Ernst couldn't help but stop and turned around and looked over. At this time, Ernst was only two steps away from Hugo. He could see every detail of Hugo close, which made him look up and down.

Hugo had a light smile on his face, just like he usually treated strangers, polite and warm. But Ernst did not know Hugo on the first day. Although he and Hugo couldn't be very close, Ernst could feel the faint low pressure on Hugo, which made all the noise around him settle.

The last time Ernst saw Hugo's appearance, it was a long time ago. He didn't remember the specific time, but he remembered the situation at that time. Hugo was surrounded by paparazzi and was so embarrassed that he seemed at a loss when facing the media and even had a phobia for a while.

That was a distant memory. Hugo had just achieved some good results at that time, which can even be said to be insignificant compared to now. Ernst could even find Hugo's youthful and lonely figure in his mind. It is hard to imagine that the young man who didn't know what to do when facing the pressing of the media at that time has grown into a top superstar in the United States.

After awakening the memory, Ernst seemed to understand something. He stood there and thought for a while, but finally turned around. The soles of his feet and the sand on the ground rubbed each other, making rustling sounds, making the surroundings appear more and more peaceful.

Hugo felt the shadow projecting on him, and when he raised his head, he saw Ernst's pale face. Looking up from below, it was difficult for anyone to show his best side. Hugo could clearly see Ernst's wrinkled chin layer by layer outlining the rings of the years.

"Aren't you going to move a seat for me?" Ernst's voice came, which made Hugo stunned. Then he moved a little to the side. Ernst sat down slowly. Looking at his movements, he could feel every bone in his body creaking, like a rusty textile machine.

"So... I heard about your plans to start the tour recently." Ernst said without turning his head, and Hugo turned his head and looked over, and the ending sound rose slightly. "Do you know?" Ernst sneered, "The news is everywhere, and it is difficult to think about it. I can't see some serious news, and it's all over the place."

Hugo laughed in silence, and then listened to Ernst continuing to complain, "It seems that you don't plan to write the script any longer in the short term."

"Ah?" Hugo's mind didn't turn around at all. He had no idea Ernst would suddenly raise this topic.

Ernst's eyebrows stood up, "Am I wrong?"

"No, I just..." Hugo just thought that Ernst sat down to tell him the truth of life and comfort him; Hugo thought Ernst sat down because he understood his current difficulties and situation, but Ernst's move caught Hugo completely off guard. Hugo forgot that only by truly standing in his current position would be difficult to truly empathize, even an elderly man like Ernst is no exception.

Looking at Ernst's rough expression, Hugo pulled a smile on his lips and shook his head, "No, I just thought you were going to congratulate me on starting the tour again."

"If the tour you mentioned is the noise you and Fojin make at home, then I absolutely wouldn't like it." Ernst's simple and cruel words left Hugo with no room for refutation, and could only smile helplessly, "So, you really don't have the idea of ​​writing a script, right?"

Hugo opened his mouth and wanted to explain a few words, but seeing Ernst's stern expression, he could only mutter excuses like "I don't have time". Ernst scoffed, "Excuses are all excuses. Look at yourself. It has been two years since 'before sunrise', and there has been no script creation. Do you know what this means? It means that your inspiration is drying up, as an actor, as a singer, as a screenwriter."

"A truly outstanding creator, anything can be inspiration. In the final analysis, performance, singing and screenwriter are actually all about taking inspiration from life. If you lose this perception, then everything will no longer exist." Ernst's words silenced Hugo and he couldn't refute, "I guess you have encountered many bottlenecks in the past year. I really don't know what you think. Although you are talented, you want to be like me in the future."

After saying this, Ernst's words were cut off, and Hugo was quite surprised. He turned around and looked over, then watched Ernst's aura slowly restrained. Although Hugo had always known that Ernst was unwilling to give up. Although he had been eliminated by the times, in fact, deep in Ernst's heart, he had never given up on the screenwriter's persistence. Therefore, Ernst's current situation is actually the greatest harm to him.

Ernst raised his head and looked at Hugo deeply, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just let out a long breath and stood up. After all, he was not Hugo's mentor or Hugo's elder, and he was not qualified to point fingers at Hugo.

Ernst envied Hugo, but more of it was looking forward to Hugo, because in Hugo, he could see his youthful and talented youth, but when he was young, he was squandering his squandering, not knowing how to cherish, nor willing to learn, and he did not want Hugo to repeat the same mistakes. However, he also knew that many things were impossible to understand without real experience. They were gifts brought by time, and it was also the cruelest part of time. It often made people regret it and suddenly realized.

Ernst walked towards the familiar door in front of him with his back to Hugo. When he was at the door, his steps paused slightly, and his low voice came, "You will know in the end that many things that seem unimportant when you were young are often the most precious things in life. For example, the time of youth, the frivolity of the past."
Chapter completed!