Chapter 1639: Annual ring wisdom
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Hugo hasn’t seen Ernst for a long time. After moving last year, Hugo still came to see Ernst on Thanksgiving, and then made two phone calls-both were rude by Ernst. I hung up, and I haven't seen each other since. Copy URL to visit http://%77%77%77%2e%76%6f%64%74%77%2e%63%6f%6d
The Ernst's steps in front of him are still steady, but he doesn't have the vigorous vigor in his memory. Instead, he has slowed down a lot. His always stubborn and strong back still looks thick and straight from a distance, but I don’t know if it’s an illusion of sight, but Hugo. He felt a little camel on his back, making Ernst look much smaller. The pale sideburns were stained with wind and frost, making the deep wrinkles in the corners of the brows and eyes look like the ravines of the Grand Canyon, and the interlaced shadows were written with traces of countless years.
Hugo suddenly realized that Ernst should be eighty-one years old this year. Humanity has been scarce in the past seventy years, and in the eighty-year-old year, he recalls the weak crown. When living here for a long time before, Hugo had not yet clearly sensed Ernst’s age. The image of the old man in his mind was always full of breath and vigor, but when I met again today, the power of time was on my face. Here comes.
Ernst raised his head and saw Hugo standing on the side. He did not respond at the first time, frowning slightly. He should be looking carefully at who the person is, and when the image projected by his pupils confirmed the person. He just waved his hand directly, as if to catch a fly, "Go, go, go. What are you doing now! The reporters will be swarming over, and it's so noisy. I want to take a good rest and I won't be peaceful."
Hearing Ernst’s violent and straightforward words, Hugo laughed dumbfounded, and the years still did not take away the old man’s grumpy temper, “I don’t even know that I will be here, as long as you don’t say it. No one will know, and the reporter will not come over." Ernst looked at Hugo questioningly, with "I don't believe you" written all over his face, Hugo chuckled lightly and turned towards Ernst walked in the direction. "Or do you plan 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 directly ignored Ernst's eyes, and was familiar with the tree downstairs. And under the strange oak tree, he found a clearing and sat down.
Ernst frowned again, looking at Hugo with dissatisfaction across his face. "Why did you think of coming here today? Is it because you want to return home in good clothes?"
In the face of Ernst's harsh remarks, Hugo was not only not angry. Instead, I felt a sense of familiarity, not because of Ernst's cursing, but because of Ernst's attitude, everything was so familiar, as if he had never left here.
Man is a fickle animal, this is a neutral sentence, without commendation or derogation. If one day, your neighbor next door suddenly becomes a top superstar or a governor, and wants to treat each other as usual. It is not an easy task. Even if it is not flattering, not flattering, not envy, or respectful, it is almost impossible to maintain a normal mentality. This hard-earned ordinary heart is the most precious thing.
"If I want to go home to show off, I won't choose here, just to get your approval? This is too unfulfilling." Hugo laughed and said, but Ernst was so angry that he was blowing his beard and staring. Unable to say anything to refute, I just listened to Hugo continuing to say, "After I showed up today. You didn't say anything, why did you start to lose your temper? I don't remember that I was making a noise here. Or, you too. Do you miss my days here? It’s better to be noisy and angry than to be alone."
Ernst gave Hugo two cold eyes, "The other noisy people can't sleep. Actually still think I will miss your noise? I have seen narcissism, and I have never seen such a shameless one." Look. When Ernst reacted like this, Hugo laughed.
This time, Ernst didn't wait for Hugo's answer. He stepped forward and prepared to enter the door, not wanting to pay attention to Hugo. But after Hugo, Ernst couldn't help but stop. Turned around and looked over. At this time Ernst was only two steps away from Hugo. He could see every detail of Hugo up close, which made him look up and down.
Hugo had a small smile on his face, as if he was usually treating strangers, polite and warm. But it was not the first day that Ernst knew Hugo. Although he and Hugo couldn't say how close, Ernst could feel the faint low pressure on Hugo, and all the noise around him settled down.
The last time Ernst saw this picture of Hugo, it was a long, long time ago. He didn’t remember the exact time, but he remembered the situation. Hugo was chased by the paparazzi and was so embarrassed that he faced him. He was at a loss for the media, and even had a phobia of the media at one time.
That is really a distant memory. Hugo had just achieved some good results at the time, and it can even be said to be insignificant compared to the present. Ernst could even find Hugo's young and lonely figure in his mind. It is hard to imagine that the young man who did not know how to be a good man in the face of the press at the time has now grown into a top superstar in the United States.
After awakening the memory, Ernst seemed to understand something. He stood there thinking for a while, and finally turned around. The soles of his feet rubbed against the sand on the ground, making a rustling sound, making the surroundings seem more peaceful.
Hugo felt the shadow cast on him, and when he raised his head, he saw Ernst’s pale face. Looking up from below, it is difficult for anyone to show his best side. Hugo can see clearly. To Ernst, the wrinkled chin layer upon layer outlines the annual rings of the years.
"Are you not going to move me a position?" Ernst's voice came, which made Hugo stunned, and then moved a little aside. Ernst sat down slowly and looked at him. With the action, you can feel every bone of his body creaking, just like a rusty textile machine.
"So... I heard the news that you are planning to start the tour recently." Ernst didn't turn his head, and said to himself. Hugo turned his head and looked over, and the ending sound went up slightly, "You know?" Ens Especially sneered, "News is everywhere, it's difficult to know it or not. I usually don't see some serious news if I want to watch it. These silly news are everywhere."
Hugo laughed blankly, and then listened to Ernst's continued complaining and mumbled, "It seems that you don't plan to write a script anymore in the short term."
"Huh?" Hugo didn't turn his mind at all, he hadn't expected Ernst to bring up this topic suddenly.
Ernst raised his eyebrows. "Am I wrong?"
"No, I just..." Hugo just thought that Ernst sat down to talk to him about life principles, and then comforted him; Hugo thought that Ernst sat down because he understood his current difficulties and situation. , But Ernst made Hugo completely caught off guard. Hugo had forgotten that he had to stand in his current position, otherwise it would be difficult to empathize with him, even for an old man like Ernst.
Seeing Ernst’s rude expression, Hugo pulled a smile at the corner of his mouth and shook his head, “No, I just thought you wanted to congratulate me on starting the tour again.”
"If the tour you are talking about is the noise made by you and Fujin at home, then it is absolutely impossible for me to like it." Ernst's simple and brutal words gave Hugo no room for rebuttal, only showing helplessness. With a grin, "So, you really don't have the idea of writing a script, do you?"
Hugo opened his mouth and wanted to explain a few words, but seeing Ernst's stern expression, he could only mumble an excuse like "I don't have time". Ernst sneered, "Excuses are all excuses. You look at yourself. Since'before sunrise', there has been no script creation for two years. Do you know what this means? It means that your inspiration is Exhausted, as an actor, as a singer, as a screenwriter."
"A truly outstanding creator can be inspired by anything. In the final analysis, acting, singing, and screenwriting are actually inspired by life. If you lose this perception, then nothing is No longer exists." Ernst’s words silenced Hugo—he could not refute, "I guess you have encountered a lot of bottlenecks in the past year. I really don’t know what you think, obviously. Talented, but going to waste, do you want to be like me in the future?"
After this sentence was said, Ernst’s words were cut off abruptly, and Hugo was also quite surprised. He turned his head and looked over, and then watched Ernst’s whole aura slowly receding~ www.novelhall.com~ Although Hugo has always known that Ernst is not reconciled, although he has been eliminated by the times, in fact, deep in Ernst's heart, he has never given up his perseverance as a screenwriter. Therefore, Ernst's current situation is actually the most harmful 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 is not Hugo's mentor, nor is Hugo's elder, he is not qualified to point fingers at Hugo.
Ernst admired Hugo, but he looked forward to Hugo more, because in Hugo, he could see his youthful frivolousness and talent when he was young, but when he was young, he was squandering and didn't know how to cherish. He didn't want to learn, he didn't want Hugo to repeat the same mistakes. However, he also knows that many things are incomprehensible without real experience. They are gifts brought by years and at the same time the cruelest place of time-often people regret it before they realize it.
Ernst turned his back to Hugo and walked to the familiar door in front of him. When he was at the door, his footsteps paused for a while, and his low voice came over, "You will know after all that many of them seemed fundamental in their youth. Unimportant things are often the most precious things in life. For example, the time of youth, such as once frivolous." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your Support is my biggest motivation.)
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Hugo hasn’t seen Ernst for a long time. After moving last year, Hugo still came to see Ernst on Thanksgiving, and then made two phone calls-both were rude by Ernst. I hung up, and I haven't seen each other since. Copy URL to visit http://%77%77%77%2e%76%6f%64%74%77%2e%63%6f%6d
The Ernst's steps in front of him are still steady, but he doesn't have the vigorous vigor in his memory. Instead, he has slowed down a lot. His always stubborn and strong back still looks thick and straight from a distance, but I don’t know if it’s an illusion of sight, but Hugo. He felt a little camel on his back, making Ernst look much smaller. The pale sideburns were stained with wind and frost, making the deep wrinkles in the corners of the brows and eyes look like the ravines of the Grand Canyon, and the interlaced shadows were written with traces of countless years.
Hugo suddenly realized that Ernst should be eighty-one years old this year. Humanity has been scarce in the past seventy years, and in the eighty-year-old year, he recalls the weak crown. When living here for a long time before, Hugo had not yet clearly sensed Ernst’s age. The image of the old man in his mind was always full of breath and vigor, but when I met again today, the power of time was on my face. Here comes.
Ernst raised his head and saw Hugo standing on the side. He did not respond at the first time, frowning slightly. He should be looking carefully at who the person is, and when the image projected by his pupils confirmed the person. He just waved his hand directly, as if to catch a fly, "Go, go, go. What are you doing now! The reporters will be swarming over, and it's so noisy. I want to take a good rest and I won't be peaceful."
Hearing Ernst’s violent and straightforward words, Hugo laughed dumbfounded, and the years still did not take away the old man’s grumpy temper, “I don’t even know that I will be here, as long as you don’t say it. No one will know, and the reporter will not come over." Ernst looked at Hugo questioningly, with "I don't believe you" written all over his face, Hugo chuckled lightly and turned towards Ernst walked in the direction. "Or do you plan 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 directly ignored Ernst's eyes, and was familiar with the tree downstairs. And under the strange oak tree, he found a clearing and sat down.
Ernst frowned again, looking at Hugo with dissatisfaction across his face. "Why did you think of coming here today? Is it because you want to return home in good clothes?"
In the face of Ernst's harsh remarks, Hugo was not only not angry. Instead, I felt a sense of familiarity, not because of Ernst's cursing, but because of Ernst's attitude, everything was so familiar, as if he had never left here.
Man is a fickle animal, this is a neutral sentence, without commendation or derogation. If one day, your neighbor next door suddenly becomes a top superstar or a governor, and wants to treat each other as usual. It is not an easy task. Even if it is not flattering, not flattering, not envy, or respectful, it is almost impossible to maintain a normal mentality. This hard-earned ordinary heart is the most precious thing.
"If I want to go home to show off, I won't choose here, just to get your approval? This is too unfulfilling." Hugo laughed and said, but Ernst was so angry that he was blowing his beard and staring. Unable to say anything to refute, I just listened to Hugo continuing to say, "After I showed up today. You didn't say anything, why did you start to lose your temper? I don't remember that I was making a noise here. Or, you too. Do you miss my days here? It’s better to be noisy and angry than to be alone."
Ernst gave Hugo two cold eyes, "The other noisy people can't sleep. Actually still think I will miss your noise? I have seen narcissism, and I have never seen such a shameless one." Look. When Ernst reacted like this, Hugo laughed.
This time, Ernst didn't wait for Hugo's answer. He stepped forward and prepared to enter the door, not wanting to pay attention to Hugo. But after Hugo, Ernst couldn't help but stop. Turned around and looked over. At this time Ernst was only two steps away from Hugo. He could see every detail of Hugo up close, which made him look up and down.
Hugo had a small smile on his face, as if he was usually treating strangers, polite and warm. But it was not the first day that Ernst knew Hugo. Although he and Hugo couldn't say how close, Ernst could feel the faint low pressure on Hugo, and all the noise around him settled down.
The last time Ernst saw this picture of Hugo, it was a long, long time ago. He didn’t remember the exact time, but he remembered the situation. Hugo was chased by the paparazzi and was so embarrassed that he faced him. He was at a loss for the media, and even had a phobia of the media at one time.
That is really a distant memory. Hugo had just achieved some good results at the time, and it can even be said to be insignificant compared to the present. Ernst could even find Hugo's young and lonely figure in his mind. It is hard to imagine that the young man who did not know how to be a good man in the face of the press at the time has now grown into a top superstar in the United States.
After awakening the memory, Ernst seemed to understand something. He stood there thinking for a while, and finally turned around. The soles of his feet rubbed against the sand on the ground, making a rustling sound, making the surroundings seem more peaceful.
Hugo felt the shadow cast on him, and when he raised his head, he saw Ernst’s pale face. Looking up from below, it is difficult for anyone to show his best side. Hugo can see clearly. To Ernst, the wrinkled chin layer upon layer outlines the annual rings of the years.
"Are you not going to move me a position?" Ernst's voice came, which made Hugo stunned, and then moved a little aside. Ernst sat down slowly and looked at him. With the action, you can feel every bone of his body creaking, just like a rusty textile machine.
"So... I heard the news that you are planning to start the tour recently." Ernst didn't turn his head, and said to himself. Hugo turned his head and looked over, and the ending sound went up slightly, "You know?" Ens Especially sneered, "News is everywhere, it's difficult to know it or not. I usually don't see some serious news if I want to watch it. These silly news are everywhere."
Hugo laughed blankly, and then listened to Ernst's continued complaining and mumbled, "It seems that you don't plan to write a script anymore in the short term."
"Huh?" Hugo didn't turn his mind at all, he hadn't expected Ernst to bring up this topic suddenly.
Ernst raised his eyebrows. "Am I wrong?"
"No, I just..." Hugo just thought that Ernst sat down to talk to him about life principles, and then comforted him; Hugo thought that Ernst sat down because he understood his current difficulties and situation. , But Ernst made Hugo completely caught off guard. Hugo had forgotten that he had to stand in his current position, otherwise it would be difficult to empathize with him, even for an old man like Ernst.
Seeing Ernst’s rude expression, Hugo pulled a smile at the corner of his mouth and shook his head, “No, I just thought you wanted to congratulate me on starting the tour again.”
"If the tour you are talking about is the noise made by you and Fujin at home, then it is absolutely impossible for me to like it." Ernst's simple and brutal words gave Hugo no room for rebuttal, only showing helplessness. With a grin, "So, you really don't have the idea of writing a script, do you?"
Hugo opened his mouth and wanted to explain a few words, but seeing Ernst's stern expression, he could only mumble an excuse like "I don't have time". Ernst sneered, "Excuses are all excuses. You look at yourself. Since'before sunrise', there has been no script creation for two years. Do you know what this means? It means that your inspiration is Exhausted, as an actor, as a singer, as a screenwriter."
"A truly outstanding creator can be inspired by anything. In the final analysis, acting, singing, and screenwriting are actually inspired by life. If you lose this perception, then nothing is No longer exists." Ernst’s words silenced Hugo—he could not refute, "I guess you have encountered a lot of bottlenecks in the past year. I really don’t know what you think, obviously. Talented, but going to waste, do you want to be like me in the future?"
After this sentence was said, Ernst’s words were cut off abruptly, and Hugo was also quite surprised. He turned his head and looked over, and then watched Ernst’s whole aura slowly receding~ www.novelhall.com~ Although Hugo has always known that Ernst is not reconciled, although he has been eliminated by the times, in fact, deep in Ernst's heart, he has never given up his perseverance as a screenwriter. Therefore, Ernst's current situation is actually the most harmful 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 is not Hugo's mentor, nor is Hugo's elder, he is not qualified to point fingers at Hugo.
Ernst admired Hugo, but he looked forward to Hugo more, because in Hugo, he could see his youthful frivolousness and talent when he was young, but when he was young, he was squandering and didn't know how to cherish. He didn't want to learn, he didn't want Hugo to repeat the same mistakes. However, he also knows that many things are incomprehensible without real experience. They are gifts brought by years and at the same time the cruelest place of time-often people regret it before they realize it.
Ernst turned his back to Hugo and walked to the familiar door in front of him. When he was at the door, his footsteps paused for a while, and his low voice came over, "You will know after all that many of them seemed fundamental in their youth. Unimportant things are often the most precious things in life. For example, the time of youth, such as once frivolous." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your Support is my biggest motivation.)
phone-readingHugo hasn't seen Ernst for a long time. After moving last year, Hugo still came to see Ernst on Thanksgiving, and then made two phone calls-both were rude by Ernst. I hung up, and I haven't seen each other since. Copy URL to visit http://%77%77%77%2e%76%6f%64%74%77%2e%63%6f%6dThe Ernst's steps in front of him are still steady, but he doesn't have the vigorous vigor in his memory. Instead, he has slowed down a lot. His always stubborn and strong back still looks thick and straight from a distance, but I don't know if it's an illusion of sight, but Hugo. He felt a little camel on his back, making Ernst look much smaller. The pale sideburns were stained with wind and frost, making the deep wrinkles in the corners of the brows and eyes look like the ravines of the Grand Canyon, and the interlaced shadows were written with traces of countless years.Hugo suddenly realized that Ernst should be eighty-one years old this year. Humanity has been scarce in the past seventy years, and in the eighty-year-old year, he recalls the weak crown. When living here for a long time before, Hugo had not yet clearly sensed Ernst's age. The image of the old man in his mind was always full of breath and vigor, but when I met again today, the power of time was on my face. Here comes.Ernst raised his head and saw Hugo standing on the side. He did not respond at the first time, frowning slightly. He should be looking carefully at who the person is, and when the image projected by his pupils confirmed the person. He just waved his hand directly, as if to catch a fly, "Go, go, go. What are you doing now! The reporters will be swarming over, and it's so noisy. I want to take a good rest and I won't be peaceful."Hearing Ernst's violent and straightforward words, Hugo laughed dumbfounded, and the years still did not take away the old man's grumpy temper, I don't even know that I will be here, as long as you don't say it. No one will know, and the reporter will not come over." Ernst looked at Hugo questioningly, with "I don't believe you" written all over his face, Hugo chuckled lightly and turned towards Ernst walked in the direction. "Or do you plan 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 directly ignored Ernst's eyes, and was familiar with the tree downstairs. And under the strange oak tree, he found a clearing and sat down.Ernst frowned again, looking at Hugo with dissatisfaction across his face. "Why did you think of coming here today? Is it because you want to return home in good clothes?"In the face of Ernst's harsh remarks, Hugo was not only not angry. Instead, I felt a sense of familiarity, not because of Ernst's cursing, but because of Ernst's attitude, everything was so familiar, as if he had never left here.Man is a fickle animal, this is a neutral sentence, without commendation or derogation. If one day, your neighbor next door suddenly becomes a top superstar or a governor, and wants to treat each other as usual. It is not an easy task. Even if it is not flattering, not flattering, not envy, or respectful, it is almost impossible to maintain a normal mentality. This hard-earned ordinary heart is the most precious thing."If I want to go home to show off, I won't choose here, just to get your approval? This is too unfulfilling." Hugo laughed and said, but Ernst was so angry that he was blowing his beard and staring. Unable to say anything to refute, I just listened to Hugo continuing to say, "After I showed up today. You didn't say anything, why did you start to lose your temper? I don't remember that I was making a noise here. Or, you too. Do you miss my days here? It's better to be noisy and angry than to be alone."Ernst gave Hugo two cold eyes, "The other noisy people can't sleep. Actually still think I will miss your noise? I have seen narcissism, and I have never seen such a shameless one." Look. When Ernst reacted like this, Hugo laughed.This time, Ernst didn't wait for Hugo's answer. He stepped forward and prepared to enter the door, not wanting to pay attention to Hugo. But after Hugo, Ernst couldn't help but stop. Turned around and looked over. At this time Ernst was only two steps away from Hugo. He could see every detail of Hugo up close, which made him look up and down.Hugo had a small smile on his face, as if he was usually treating strangers, polite and warm. But it was not the first day that Ernst knew Hugo. Although he and Hugo couldn't say how close, Ernst could feel the faint low pressure on Hugo, and all the noise around him settled down.The last time Ernst saw this picture of Hugo, it was a long, long time ago. He didn't remember the exact time, but he remembered the situation. Hugo was chased by the paparazzi and was so embarrassed that he faced him. He was at a loss for the media, and even had a phobia of the media at one time.That is really a distant memory. Hugo had just achieved some good results at the time, and it can even be said to be insignificant compared to the present. Ernst could even find Hugo's young and lonely figure in his mind. It is hard to imagine that the young man who did not know how to be a good man in the face of the press at the time has now grown into a top superstar in the United States.After awakening the memory, Ernst seemed to understand something. He stood there thinking for a while, and finally turned around. The soles of his feet rubbed against the sand on the ground, making a rustling sound, making the surroundings seem more peaceful.Hugo felt the shadow cast on him, and when he raised his head, he saw Ernst's pale face. Looking up from below, it is difficult for anyone to show his best side. Hugo can see clearly. To Ernst, the wrinkled chin layer upon layer outlines the annual rings of the years."Are you not going to move me a position?" Ernst's voice came, which made Hugo stunned, and then moved a little aside. Ernst sat down slowly and looked at him. With the action, you can feel every bone of his body creaking, just like a rusty textile machine."So... I heard the news that you are planning to start the tour recently." Ernst didn't turn his head, and said to himself. Hugo turned his head and looked over, and the ending sound went up slightly, "You know?" Ens Especially sneered, "News is everywhere, it's difficult to know it or not. I usually don't see some serious news if I want to watch it. These silly news are everywhere."Hugo laughed blankly, and then listened to Ernst's continued complaining and mumbled, "It seems that you don't plan to write a script anymore in the short term.""Huh?" Hugo didn't turn his mind at all, he hadn't expected Ernst to bring up this topic suddenly.Ernst raised his eyebrows. "Am I wrong?""No, I just..." Hugo just thought that Ernst sat down to talk to him about life principles, and then comforted him; Hugo thought that Ernst sat down because he understood his current difficulties and situation. , But Ernst made Hugo completely caught off guard. Hugo had forgotten that he had to stand in his current position, otherwise it would be difficult to empathize with him, even for an old man like Ernst.Seeing Ernst's rude expression, Hugo pulled a smile at the corner of his mouth and shook his head, No, I just thought you wanted to congratulate me on starting the tour again."If the tour you are talking about is the noise made by you and Fujin at home, then it is absolutely impossible for me to like it." Ernst's simple and brutal words gave Hugo no room for rebuttal, only showing helplessness. With a grin, "So, you really don't have the idea of writing a script, do you?"Hugo opened his mouth and wanted to explain a few words, but seeing Ernst's stern expression, he could only mumble an excuse like "I don't have time". Ernst sneered, "Excuses are all excuses. You look at yourself. Since'before sunrise', there has been no script creation for two years. Do you know what this means? It means that your inspiration is Exhausted, as an actor, as a singer, as a screenwriter.""A truly outstanding creator can be inspired by anything. In the final analysis, acting, singing, and screenwriting are actually inspired by life. If you lose this perception, then nothing is No longer exists." Ernst's words silenced Hugohe could not refute, "I guess you have encountered a lot of bottlenecks in the past year. I really don't know what you think, obviously. Talented, but going to waste, do you want to be like me in the future?"After this sentence was said, Ernst's words were cut off abruptly, and Hugo was also quite surprised. He turned his head and looked over, and then watched Ernst's whole aura slowly receding~ www.novelhall.com~ Although Hugo has always known that Ernst is not reconciled, although he has been eliminated by the times, in fact, deep in Ernst's heart, he has never given up his perseverance as a screenwriter. Therefore, Ernst's current situation is actually the most harmful 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 is not Hugo's mentor, nor is Hugo's elder, he is not qualified to point fingers at Hugo.Ernst admired Hugo, but he looked forward to Hugo more, because in Hugo, he could see his youthful frivolousness and talent when he was young, but when he was young, he was squandering and didn't know how to cherish. He didn't want to learn, he didn't want Hugo to repeat the same mistakes. However, he also knows that many things are incomprehensible without real experience. They are gifts brought by years and at the same time the cruelest place of time-often people regret it before they realize it.Ernst turned his back to Hugo and walked to the familiar door in front of him. When he was at the door, his footsteps paused for a while, and his low voice came over, "You will know after all that many of them seemed fundamental in their youth. Unimportant things are often the most precious things in life. For example, the time of youth, such as once frivolous." To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your Support is my biggest motivation.
