Hugo didn't expect that Ernst would invite him in, it has been two years since Hugo moved here, but he has never entered Ernst's house, to be precise, not even Alex.

In fact, this is not unusual, in modern society, more and more indifferent interpersonal relationships often lead to the fact that the person living next door does not know whether it is a man or a woman, and many people may not have a direct intersection with their neighbors for ten years, let alone Ernst's bad temper, even if they want to deal with Ernst, it is estimated that they will be closed.

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, the moment he hesitated, Ernst would close the door, but as a result, he saw Ernst turn around and walk into the house, the door was completely open, which also shows that Hugo did not hear wrong, Ernst was indeed inviting him in.

Hugo hesitated, stepped on the light and classic notes of jazz, and walked into Ernst's room, which was like entering a new world, the layout of the whole room was obviously similar to the third floor, but the hall in front of him looked very narrow, the hall was simply planned into two parts, the right side was still the dining room and kitchen, but the space was less than half of the third floor; The entire part of the remaining hall is filled with books.

Hugo only felt that it was like half of a library, countless books were densely spread out in the sight, even if there was a small part of the space, they were all pasted with movie posters, and even the three large windows opposite the main entrance were blocked by two bookcases, leaving only one window to breathe, which made the whole hall full of books, if you didn't pay attention, Hugo didn't even notice that the table that occupied half of the wall was also scattered with countless open books, even the only sofa had four or five books lost on it. It's a sea of books.

On the low cabinet on the left, the only free space in the entire hall, sits a gramophone, which is now squeaking, next to a radio station, and an old-fashioned telephone.

This is the hall of the Ernst family, a strange and novel world, Hugo's footsteps are standing not far from the entrance, not knowing what to do, "Why, not the same as imagined?" Ernst's voice came from the kitchen, mingled with the sound of a whirring and screaming kettle.

Hugo nodded stunned, "Yes, it's completely different from what I imagined." This...... It's like, a treasure. ”

Hugo couldn't think of the right words to describe it, but he knew that books have always been one of the most important legacies of mankind, and books are not only the carriers of 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, in Hugo's view, traditional paper books are still a storage that can never be replaced.

Ernst took the kettle from the stove, listened to Hugo's words, and couldn't help but say, "Treasure?" Then he tugged at the corners of his mouth and laughed, "I thought you were going to say it was a garbage heap." Hugo is twenty-seven years old this year, but in Ernst's view, he is a new generation of children, and his generation is chasing freedom of thought and sexuality. Untie. is known as the "baby boomer", so their rejection of traditional books is very obvious.

Hugo couldn't help but chuckle, "If someone who is clean-minded comes here, it's really a garbage heap." Although Ernst had arranged and arranged all the books neatly, many of the worn-out books had not been kept intact, and many of the books had just been taken out to read, and placed on the table, sofa, and windowsill, and the whole room looked very chaotic.

Ernst walked into the hall with the cup in his hand, and placed it on the small coffee table in front of the sofa, on which a large pile of scattered papers was piled up, and the table was not visible at all. Ernst didn't mind, and directly put the hot water cup on it, "I only have tea at home, so you can drink it." Then he raised his head and glanced at Hugo, who was still standing in the hallway, "What, don't you come in?" Don't think there's a place to stay?"

Hugo pulled the corners of his mouth, walked in, sat down on the sofa, but after sitting down, he felt very strange, stood up slightly and saw that there was a pen under his buttocks, put the pen on the table, picked up the teaglass, and looked at the large pile of papers on the coffee table through the curling heat, Hugo was a little surprised to find that these were actually scripts.

Since learning that Ernst is a famous screenwriter and has helped Hugo, in fact, the relationship between Hugo and Ernst has not changed much, unlike what is told in the movie - Hugo is grateful to Ernst, and Ernst helped Hugo kill in all directions, and the two soon regained their previous ordinary neighbor relationship, Hugo still thinks of Ernst on holidays and gives some small gifts, while Ernst is still irritable and grumpy.

The main reason is that Ernst doesn't think it's a help, he just mentions to his friend and Nora Ephron that Hugo is an actor who deserves a second chance, and it is Hugo himself who really grasps the opportunity, so Ernst doesn't pay attention to it at all.

As for Hugo, he felt that if he wanted to repay Ernst vigorously, there would be a misunderstanding, or it would make Ernst feel that he was distancing himself from the relationship, after all, only real strangers should settle all gratitude and hatred; Either that or make Ernst feel like he can him, which is annoying.

Ernst usually seems to be a cold, lonely person, and he will never help others lightly, so his willingness to help Hugo shows that he has a different view of Hugo. Naturally, Hugo would not settle Ernst's attention with any thank-you gifts, but usually took more care of Ernst.

Looking at the scripts on the table, Hugo could see at a glance that these were abandoned scripts, unfinished scripts, which reminded Hugo of Ernst's reaction the last time he mentioned that Ernst was the screenwriter.

Ernst condemned Hugo very irritably, but there was a touch of loneliness in his words, perhaps he also hated and loved the profession of screenwriter, although he had not touched this work for seventeen years, but he still remembered it.

Hugo suddenly thought of the situation that Ernst faced at the beginning, in fact, what Ernst was best at adapting Broadway plays, that is, he was very good at adapting classic plays, but after entering the second half of the seventies, the film industry had changed dramatically.

In fact, Broadway is also facing a script shortage, and after entering the 21st century, there are even many Broadway scripts adapted for TV series and movies; The second is the endless flow of technology, art, and action that 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 orientation.

Therefore, at that time, the object of adapting the script was gradually developing in the direction, and Ernst just couldn't keep up with the changes of the times, and as a result, he was eliminated from the mainstream film market. What a sad thing to do. If it is a commodity that is gradually eliminated by the market, then it is the progress of the times, then it is 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 to bloom with real artistic value.

Logically speaking, film should be an art form, and the script is also a kind of sword work, but Ernst has been eliminated like a commodity, perhaps this is the greatest irony of Ernst's work.

What's even more hurtful is that Ernst has been a screenwriter for more than 20 years, and has created many absolute classics, and many of the works he wrote the screenplay have become famous works of art, but the problem is that he has never received recognition, neither the Oscars nor the Writers Guild.

Therefore, Ernst's mood is complicated, on the one hand, he hates all the things about screenwriters, all about Hollywood, and when Hugo mentions that he is a screenwriter, his reaction is very fierce; When Hugo mentioned the things that put Hollywood's interests first, his reaction was even more hateful.

But on the other hand, he is unwilling, he still lives near Sunset Square, lonely; At the same time, he also has a relationship, and the screenwriting work is the greatest proof of the value of his life, only the scripts prove that he has ever existed, not a dispensable old man living alone.

Hugo looked at the fragments of the script scattered in front of him, and his mood was mixed, although he did not know whether his guess was right or not, even if this guess was the most realistic idea, all Ernst's actions could be answered; But Hugo was still unwilling to judge Ernst according to his own speculation, because he was not qualified to do so, and to be precise, no one was qualified to judge anyone else.

However, since Ernst allowed him to enter the house, and at the same time did not clean up the script on the table, this proves that Ernst is at least open in this regard, and Hugo does not know if it is his cousin who has won Ernst's trust in the past two years, but he knows that this is the trust that Ernst has expressed in himself.

Hugo's eyes took his eyes off the script, looked at Ernst, and said with a shallow smile, "Ernst, it's been two years since I moved here, but this is the first time I've entered your house. But now, it seems, that doesn't seem to be the case. ”

Hugo's words made Ernst stunned, looking at Hugo's impatience, but Hugo didn't care at all, and said with a smile, "I think, the reason why you let me in is because I just got the Oscar yesterday, right?" That's why you look at me differently, and that's why you allowed me to come in and have tea. After speaking, Hugo also raised the water cup in his hand and took a sip of it to his mouth, "Whew, this cup of tea is really not easy to drink." ”

Hugo's somewhat naughty remark made Ernst sit there stunned, then flutter and laugh. (To be continued [Provided].) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Kazakhstan to read and vote for the work to vote for the monthly ticket. Your support is the biggest motivation for me to continue creating! ）