Uma still doesn't know Hugo enough after all. Hugo is indeed not the kind of person who stabs the knife in the back. He always firmly hopes to decide the outcome on the front, so, just like he wouldn't refuse "pulp novels" just because of Uma, and now he will not remove her from the crew because of his anger towards Uma.

Even if Hugo has this ability, Hugo never thinks he is the God who holds the power of life and death among others. He is not superior to others and has no power to decide life and death among others. Just as Hugo would not bow to Tracy for the future of his career, and now Hugo will not let himself become the same person as Tracy.

But Hugo is not the kind of justice who cares about the world. He repays grievances with kindness, saves the world, and forgives all living beings... The responsibilities of these words are too heavy, and Hugo does not think that he is so selfless and great. Therefore, although he will not use his own abilities to determine the life and death of others, it does not mean that he will not fight back.

Uma actually wanted to use himself again, even the clay man had three points of fire, so although Hugo had seen through Uma's plan and Hugo no longer cared about Uma, Hugo would not write it off, and he had to fight back.

This is where Uma doesn't understand Hugo. In fact, "Black-bellied Hugo" is not unusual at all. Look at Hugo's sharpness when dealing with those media reporters, look at Hugo's wit when interviewing, and look at Hugo's pranks when getting along with friends, you can catch clues. If you really know Hugo, you will know that Uma's worries are simply unnecessary because Hugo disdains to do so.

Hugo did talk to Quentin, but he didn't talk about Uma, but talked about the question about the scene just now. Hugo added his own understanding of the character Vincent. He wanted to tell Quentin in detail to see what Quentin's opinions were, and at the same time he could also absorb some Quentin's ideas.

Quentin was indeed in thought, and his brows frowned habitually. This expression fell into Uma's eyes and made her confused.

After Hugo and Quentin finished discussing, Quentin joked again, "How are you and Uma? I think you get along well. Is the news that is true recently?"

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 face, relaxed and dispelled all the thoughts in his mind, and smiled at Quentin, "This is work, this is just work."

In fact, Hugo and Quentin have never had a real exchange about Uma's entry into the crew. Today, this is the first time that Hugo clearly expressed his position to Quentin: this is just a job. This is the case for any job in society. Few people can choose partners freely, and even most people work with people they hate, and the entertainment industry is the same. Therefore, Hugo will seriously complete the shooting of "pulp novels", and it is still the case now.

When Quentin heard Hugo's explanation, he immediately heard the calmness of drawing a clear line in his words. Obviously, the media rumors were nonsense, which also made Quentin understand Hugo's dedication, especially the performance of Hugo's scene just now, which made Quentin look at him with admiration. This is the real actor!

After saying that, Hugo glanced at Uma who was at a loss on the dance floor, then retracted his gaze and let Uma enjoy this psychological torment. Hugo patted Quentin on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Are you satisfied with this scene just now? If you are not satisfied, you have to hurry up the reshoot, otherwise everyone will lose their strength when I see the scene."

Quentin immediately burst into laughter, "Although your dancing posture is strange, I have to say that the effect is excellent. You have injected too many wonderful things into the character Vincent, and even I can't wait to see him on the big screen. There is no problem with this scene, no problem."

Hugo nodded with a smile, "That's good, then I'll go and have a rest. The scene is ready, and I'll call me."

After saying that, Hugo walked towards his rest area, and Uma, who was standing on the dance floor, looked at Hugo's figure and disappeared into the crowd. But why didn't Quentin look at him, and he didn't even look at him. Did Quentin not want to ask for his opinion at all? But... Quentin spent so much effort to make him play the heroine, why didn't he care now? What was going on? If Quentin really wanted to change the heroine, what should he do?

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

Hugo returned to the rest area, and the music surrounding his ears finally stopped. The staff shouted endlessly one after another, making Hugo's mouth smile, but the fatigue between his eyebrows still surged up.

Recalling Uma's desperate expression 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; it was also because Hollywood's fame and fortune market profited everything, even love and friendship can be reduced to bargaining chips for trading, and family affection is no exception.

No wonder others say that the pressure on the entertainment industry is too great, not only because of the lights and cheers, but also because of the colorful money and interests that gradually disappear.

There was a sad and vast cello sound in Hugo's tired mind that was constantly echoing, just like a cliff in an endless desert. On the steep rocks, there was a person playing a cello. This was a cello played with life, echoing constantly in the entire valley and desert. The desolate, despair, and sad emotions circulated and recirculated like an echo.

As the stars change, the world changes, things change. Time disappears quickly in the fingertips like sand. The fear in the heart makes both hands hold it involuntarily, but the tighter the tighter the sand in the hand disappears faster, which makes the fear in the heart stir up huge waves and makes people at a loss.

The leisurely cello sound is the only roar deep in my heart, and a sad song in the canyon was shocked.

"Hold your rope tightly, I hang high above the cliff; I can hear what you say, but I can't make a sound." The melody of the cello was like a turbulent river that kept hitting the inner defense line and pouring out of Hugo's mind. In an instant, Hugo felt that he seemed to be hanging from the sky of 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 and talking, 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 were rubbing their ears, but then Uma turned around and slashed himself hard, cutting off his only life-saving rope. "You told me that you need me so much, and then you turned around and left and cut off the rope, but wait, you said sorry to me now. You probably didn't expect me to turn around and say, 'This apology came too late, too late'. I said this apology came too late, too late."

Life is always so ironic. When the other party cut off his life-saving rope and watched himself fall into the abyss, he wakes up and says with tears in his face, "I'm sorry." What's the use of "I'm sorry" at this time? Perhaps to outsiders, the tears and regret on his face are so heartbreaking and sympathetic, but no one noticed that it was this person who cut off the last connection with his own hands, causing the person who was hanging on the line to fall into darkness forever. So, so what about tears, so what about sorry, it's all too late.

"I once tried to find opportunities again, falling for you, being shot for you, I used to need you as if my heart needed to beat, but now everything is over. The heart that loves you was once red like a flame, but now it is as melancholy as blue. You said sorry so gently that I mistakenly thought you were an angel, but I am afraid... this apology came too late, too late. I said this apology came too late, too late."

The thickness and sadness of the cello are brought to the extreme in the melody. This is not only a simple sadness and pain, but also a great enlightenment after falling into despair. Everything is too late. The despair, discouragement, depression, and grief that struggles in love entanglements are not enough to describe the heart-wrenching feeling of tearing.

When you realize that everything is over and everything is over, a sentence "It's too late" vents all the negative emotions in your heart, just like a mushroom cloud left after the explosion of an atomic bomb, magnificent and jaw-dropping, but the truly gorgeous explosion process has ended, and only this mushroom cloud is left. No matter how gorgeous or grand it is, it is finally a process of dissipation.

However, looking at the trust, love, and attachment fell apart like the mushroom cloud in front of me, but there was an epic tragic feeling. The feeling of gnawing the heart and bones and heartbreaking hearts took away all the breaths. I could only stare with my breath. The sadness that was painful to the bone marrow slowly dissipated with the mushroom cloud. Even tears, pain, and even apology, could not be saved, and everything ended like this.

The magnificent and sad cello strings were slowly vibrating in the air, and all the sounds seemed to disappear, only this string sound was shaking. On the silent earth that seemed to have no sign of life in the world, a cry of despair came, "Catch your rope tightly, I hang high on the cliff..."

Hugo was not sad because he had already passed that stage; Hugo was not disappointed because he had already understood this fact; Hugo just sighed that many times, a word "sorry" can solve many things, but more often, a word "too late" can destroy all hope.
Chapter completed!