Hugo 'rubbed' his faintly aching sun 'temple', sitting on the stairs from the second floor to the first floor, he originally planned to go downstairs to throw garbage, but from the window he saw a group of paparazzi guarding the 'door' of the house, which made Hugo's footsteps hesitate, and finally stopped at the staircase, the whole person sat directly on the steps, looking at the paparazzi wandering outside the window from top to bottom, in a daze.

For the past week, Hugo has been pestered by reporters to the point of fear, and he has been having a nightmare for the past few days. In the dream, he was standing in an empty 'playground', and then countless black camera lenses were rushing towards him, as if countless spiders were rushing up, and Hugo felt breathless even if the flash was on, and the dense phobia made Hugo feel 'goose' bumps all over his body. There is a face behind each shot, but you can't see any facial features, just like the Dementors in the Harry-'Bo' series, you can't see anything under the empty 'hole' hat, these black 'holes' seem to absorb Hugo's happiness, all the emotions in his heart are 'pumped', and then surrounded by countless shots, like ants devouring elephants, eating him directly.

In the nightmare, Hugo struggled to get rid of the cameras, and even more so to get rid of the shackles of the dream, but he always failed, and only after he was completely overwhelmed by the camera, could he wake up from the dream sweating profusely. This made Hugo's sleep quality plummet, and the whole person's 'spirit' was depressed.

Hugo always knew that being an entertainer meant being surrounded by magnesium lights, and that every move of a public figure would be taken under a magnifying glass to observe - even a microscope, and Hugo thought that he was mentally prepared, that he had enough nerves to deal with this qiē, even in the face of Anthony's provocation, Hugo quickly calmed down and thought of a solution.

But Hugo still underestimated the power of the media after all, and the speculation and tracking of "big-name suspicions" during this time almost cut Hugo's life to pieces, and the reporters were like leeches, once they touched Hugo's skin, they would not leave without sucking up blood, which made him miserable. Hugo tried various methods, silence, anger, and reason, but to no avail, and the reporters still did not relent. Hugo's self-proclaimed tenacity of nerves has been put to the test like a fiery one, and the nightmare has made him afraid to face the camera, to face the reporter.

It's like now, seeing the reporter outside, he doesn't even dare to go downstairs to throw out the garbage, it's really ridiculous.

The corners of Hugo's mouth wanted to pull a mocking arc, laughing at his own incompetence and cowardice, but he found that he had no power to laugh, not even a sarcastic smile. He 'kneaded' his own 'twitching' temples, and in his head it was as if a group of little people were beating gongs and drums, and the tendons in his back straightened, which made Hugo lean against the wall and close his eyes, hoping to relieve the terrible headache a little.

"Get up! Don't get in the way. A grumpy voice came from behind, and Hugo didn't have to open his eyes to know that it must be Ernst Lechmann, who lived on the second floor.

Hugo wanted to open his mouth to say something, but found that he suddenly didn't want to speak. Recently, he has said so much to reporters that he feels that it is a burden to speak now. It's ridiculous, I didn't think I would be afraid to talk one day, it's ridiculous. Hugo snorted lightly and expressed disdain for himself.

"Are you going to die? If you want to die, go out and die again, don't dirty this corridor. Ernst pressed a hard object against Hugo's back, and Hugo guessed that it was Ernst's crutch, which made the aching Hugo feel as if he was about to fall apart.

Ernst's words were so unpleasant that Hugo couldn't help but say angrily, "Don't worry, I won't die before you." ”

Hugo turned his head and looked angrily at Ernst, expressing his displeasure. Although this twisting of his head made Hugo's head hurt as if it was about to explode, Hugo strongly suspected that he must have caught a cold, which was really beautiful; But Hugo didn't have time to bother with his head at this time, and his hazy vision saw Ernst in front of him.

At this time, Ernst was wearing a thick cotton jacket, as if he was about to submerge his thin body, and the winding scarf covered most of his cheeks, but could not hide the aging of his forehead and the corners of his eyes, the layers of wrinkles were so clear, and Ernst's cloudy eyes were even more blurry at this time, as if the ray of light would disappear at any moment.

Hugo realized that Ernst was closer to death than he was, and although he didn't know how old Ernst was, he looked at least seventy years old. What he said just now was excessive, which made Hugo stunned, and then sighed, "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that." Hugo turned his head and twisted him back to feel his bones ache, "I'm in a bad mood, but I shouldn't be angry with you, I'm sorry." ”

After Hugo finished speaking, he took a deep breath, adjusted his irritable mood, and prepared to stand up, "I'm sorry, I'll stand up now." Hugo knew that he was sitting on the stairs, blocking Ernst's path.

No, Ernst's cane tapped Hugo's shoulder and motioned for him to sit down, and Ernst's irritable voice said, "Don't worry, although I am very old, I am very healthy, maybe I will outlive you, who knows if you will smoke it one day." He died of an overdose. ”

The old man was so merciless that Hugo couldn't help but chuckle, "Ernst, I know you don't like me, but there's no need to curse me." ”

Ernst snorted, "I'm not a wizard, and cursing you doesn't have any lethal power, why, are you still worried that I'll end you with a knife and myself?" Then you're too useless. Ernst's irritable voice made the corners of Hugo's tired mouth outline a helpless arc, and the old man really had a sharp mouth, "I see that your dejected and unrefined appearance is probably because of the crows that croaked outside?" ”

Hugo smiled unkindly and nodded, "Yes, their cries give me a headache." ”

"It's useless." Ernst gave Hugo a disdainful look, as if he was a mastiff defeated by a cat, so that Hugo only felt that a black line fell on his forehead, and then he saw Ernst slowly sit down beside Hugo, Hugo looked at the ground, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was directly interrupted by Ernst, "It's really useless to be scared by reporters, they are not ancient dragons." Then Ernst sat down.

Looking at Hugo's stunned face, Ernst was very comfortable and put his cane on his knee, "I remember you made a movie, right?" Hugo nodded stunned, he didn't expect Ernst to start a 'communication' with him, this is the most normal 'exchange' between him and Ernst in a year, it is really surprising, "The media is originally part of your job, you need to use these crows for propaganda, and at the same time these crows also need to use your power to make a living, you are in a relationship of mutual help, why be afraid of them?" ”

Ernst glanced at Hugo, and the taste of disdain could not be more obvious, "These crows are very irritated by what they say, some good and some bad, some positive and some negative, if you listen to them all, then you are not irritable to death, you simply don't make movies, just be there every day to see what they shout." ”

"I'm ......," Hugo tried to justify, he didn't read the reporters' comments all day, but Ernst didn't give him a chance at all, "Cut, don't deny it, if you don't care about these crows, why are you sitting here stupidly." Ernst pointed to Hugo's garbage bag with his cane, which made Hugo's cheeks flush a little.

"It's like no one is perfect, no one can be loved by everyone, and if you want to be loved by everyone, then money is your choice, preferably a check or something." Ernst's rough words were like frosted paper rubbing against a blackboard, which was very ugly, but the comedic effect was very 'colorful', which made Hugo laugh a little, "You don't think you're perfect, do you?" ”

Hugo hurriedly shook his head in denial.

"You're a little self-aware." Ernst smashed his mouth, looked at the restraint on Hugo's face, and continued, "So, those crows must have good and bad opinions about you, and when every movie comes out, those film critics who claim to be professional and actually justify themselves must also applaud and shout, how to filter these remarks, how to treat these statements, this is the most important thing." ”

Hugo listened attentively, and although Ernst's words were rough, they were all truth, "People say hello, why is it good, is it really good or a compliment; What is the reason for negative news such as criticism and condemnation, whether it is to sincerely point out your mistakes for your own good, or to correct them, or to win the focus of nonsense. You have to discern the meaning behind the noise and ignore the useless things. ”

In fact, Hugo didn't know these truths, but what he knew before was too general, and after this incident, it was a personal experience, and now when Ernst mentioned it, Hugo's head gradually became clear.

"The most important thing is not to affect your mood because of these crows' words, people say that you are happy, people say that you are frustrated, this is too cheap, you know, this is just a crow, you are you, insisting on yourself is the most important thing." Ernst said hatefully, once again showing a look of contempt for Hugo, "Rolling around in this circle, if you can't learn this, then you can just hide in your mother's arms." ”

Hugo fluttered and couldn't hold back, he chuckled, he could finally 'show' a real smile, but in Ernst's eyes, he was very puzzled, "What are you laughing at, there is a 'woman' appearing?" Ernst actually looked around cooperatively, and it was very funny at this time when it was just a simple action.

Hugo forced a smile, "No, no, it's just ......" Hugo's gaze fell down the stairs, "You're sitting on the gum, you know that, right?" Hugo wanted to remind Ernst just now, but unfortunately he was interrupted.

Ernst looked at Hugo stiffly, hesitated for about two seconds, and then said, "When...... Of course! Then he looked down at his 'pants' and muttered in a low voice, "I'm going to kill this guy......"