Chapter 1915: Inner understanding
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Hugo is Truman, and Truman is Hugo, or to be more precise, "Hugo=Trumen=Helena-Jenny", they are just a symbol in the entertainment industry, and they are "losing" their names. At the same time, they also lost themselves, and gradually lost in the splendor of Vanity Fair.
I raised my head and looked at the small town of Seaside in front of me. The houses resembling model houses looked ordinary and ordinary, but they didn’t seem to have any vitality at all. They were just part of the setting in the studio, bringing every moment of life to life. , Every detail has evolved into virtual data, as if you only need to press the clear button in the computer, and the whole life will be wiped out instantly.
The pessimistic state of mind was surging and almost swallowed Hugo. He even started looking around in embarrassment, trying to find a way to escape from the world, but all the surrounding scenery was exactly the same, even the end of the line of sight. The sea level is so similar, it seems that no matter how he escapes, he can't escape this trap. That kind of despair dimmed the whole world in an instant, and even the sunlight lost its color.
Looking around, I found that there is no place for me in the huge world. The glory of calling the wind and rain under the spotlight is just an illusion. This makes Hugo doubt himself, question his life, question his dreams, and question himself. The three views.
Is his life really wonderful? Is this really what he wants? Is all this true? Do those praises, those honors, and those happiness really make sense? Are the flattering and sweet talks around you from your heart? Did he really not forget his original intention? Is he still on the path of dreams? Isn't everything about him a reality show? Is his life just an excerpt from a novel? Is he really "Hugo Lancaster"?
At this moment, Hugo is Hugo, Hugo is also Truman, Hugo or Helena-Jenny, he can't even distinguish clearly, as if Hugo, Truman and Helena-Jenny are all the same person. The intricate and colorful fragments of life vent down like a waterfall in Nicaragua, and the turbulent river is constantly rushing down, leaving Hugo with no room to breathe. He just feels that the surrounding is surrounded by a boiling mist, and there is no sight at all. , Can't see the future, can't see the past, can't see the present, as if he was just a fiction.
Hugo only felt that the world was spinning, there was no way to distinguish between reality and the script, no way to distinguish himself from Truman, and no way to distinguish truth from falsehood. The panic-like confusion and darkness were once again thorough after the "death prisoner walk". It shattered all Hugo's defenses and left him at a loss. He just felt that he was about to suffocate. Even if he opened his mouth and breathed, he couldn't relieve it, as if his lungs were about to burn.
"Hey, young man, are you okay?" A voice suddenly came from above, as if it were the voice of God, which made Hugo suddenly raise his head, and then he saw a face all around, that was a kind. The old lady, she seems to be at least seventy years old, wearing a floral dress, holding a parasol, holding a bag of apples in her hand, and worrying on her face.
Hugo was stunned suddenly. He didn't know if this was just an old lady, or a character in this "reality show", or the **** he had hallucinated, which made him stare, just like that. Stiff in place.
"Are you sure you are okay? If necessary, I can call an ambulance for you. The hospital is two blocks away, and they can get there soon." The old lady muttered worriedly and stretched out her hand. He patted Hugo's cheek lightly, and then touched Hugo's forehead, "Oh, poor boy, you must have a cold, why is there no warmth on your cheeks."
At this moment, Hugo finally recovered a bit. He wanted to turn around and flee, because the blurred boundary between reality and virtual made him afraid of everything. Everything around here seemed to be unreal, but the old lady The eyes of worry made his legs hesitate a little, "It's okay...I, I mean, I'm okay."
Yu said intermittently, and then stood up. Only then did he realize that his legs were soft just now and he was sitting directly on the steps beside the street. Seeing him trying to stand up, the old lady stretched out her arms and held his right hand to help him stand up.
"I'm sure it's okay?" The old lady asked again. After seeing Hugo nodding seriously, the old lady pursed her lips and showed a smile. "Someone said, do you look like a movie star? Just acting as a death row. The guy who wandered? God, that's an excellent actor. I cried to myself when I watched the movie, like a sixteen-year-old girl. He is such a good guy."
Hugo looked at the sincerity in the old lady's eyes, still unable to distinguish between true and false, but the smile made Hugo's mouth retort and swallowed. He just sketched out a smile, but didn't speak. The old lady patted his arm, "young man, your own body is the most important thing, otherwise, at my age, there is no way to go to a farther place to see." After that, the old lady took it out of the bag. A red apple was placed in Hugo's palm, and he looked at Hugo again, "Oh, God, you really look like that actor, you can see that you are also a good guy."
After finishing talking, the old lady chuckled herself, and then took a slow step. After two steps, she turned her head and said, "If you feel unwell, remember to go to the hospital and go to the street on your right. a little."
Hugo blocked his throat and shouted, "Thank you." The old lady didn't respond, but turned around holding the parasol, and took a slow step again.
Hugo looked at the bright red apple in his hand for a long time, and finally he took the apple and took a bite in his mouth. The full juice burst out in his mouth. The taste was so real, as if it rained in an instant. Guo pulled back from the virtual to the reality.
Chewing the apple in his mouth, Hugo's chaotic thoughts poured down like autumn rain.
Indeed, he has no way to distinguish between reality and fiction, because this reality is too real, it seems to be real life, maybe this reality will never become virtual, but maybe one day he will learn the truth like Truman. But... how did Truman choose? He chose to face it with a smile, he chose to... stick to dreams, compete for dreams, embrace dreams. But why?
He has experienced all of this before, hasn't he? Just like Truman.
Hugo suddenly remembered the night of the Golden Raspberry Award. All the incredible and powerful impacted every nerve of his. Although he temporarily accepted the reality, it actually took him a long, long time to truly Adapted to reality. But that night, he made a decision, a decision that changed his life: to chase his dream.
Life is always unknown. No one can know what will happen in the next moment. Maybe it’s heaven or hell, maybe it’s success or failure, maybe it’s happiness or disaster. There is a good saying that everything is before it happens. Fifty percent chance. But if you don't work hard, don't struggle, and don't struggle, then your own 50% rate will gradually volatilize.
Therefore, Hugo decided to participate in the audition of "Smelling a Woman", he decided to seize his own "second chance (., he decided "Don't be upset by the past ('t...in.anger . The following story is very clear, Hugo has walked all the way to the present-walking on the streets of Seaside.
If there was no decision that night, there would be no Hugo now.
After Truman knew the truth, after he knew that his life was a lie at all--he wasn't even sure what was true, maybe even he himself was a lie, because his birth was a "fake", this The impact on Truman was undoubtedly huge, and perhaps he could not recover for a long, long period of time.
But Truman has a perseverance in his heart, a crucial perseverance: He wants to embrace freedom, he wants to break free and chase his own dream. Therefore, life will continue after all, and bumps along the way are inevitable, but you can choose a path that belongs to you. So Truman made a choice-the same choice as Hugo.
Truman was not indifferent, but like Hugo, he chose to look at life positively, and he refused the temptation of the show crew. Confused. Sex proposal, resolutely chose to embark on the unknown road, only because there is a dream called freedom ahead of the unknown.
Everyone is like this, facing the same choices, but having different decisions. Truman chose to smile, choose to be optimistic, and choose to challenge himself. This is also the reason why "Trumen's World" can become a comedy rather than a heavy and dark reality movie because of Trumen, Trumen His attitude, Truman's posture, and Truman's choices made the whole story unique.
Just like Hugo on the night of the Golden Raspberry Awards, different choices will lead to different lives. Hugo, like Truman, chose to break through the shackles, embrace dreams, and pursue freedom.
Life is like a play, play is like life, life is like a play but also like a dream, life is like a dream, not as good as dust.
In fact, is it real or fictional, does it really matter? Because life is originally a drama, in this stage drama, the characters appear on the stage, ups and downs, stumbling, and everyone is performing their own "role". Life is like a play, but at the same time, play is like life. There is no strict boundary between the two, and there is no clear distinction.
Hugo suddenly understood that he is not Truman, but he is also Truman, because in this "dream" life, they all made the same choice. They all face life with a smile, and they all face life with a smile. Following his dream, he moved forward unswervingly on the thorny road-so at the last moment, Truman still chose the unknown world outside.
Truman is indeed Hugo, and Hugo is indeed Truman.
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Hugo is Truman, and Truman is Hugo, or to be more precise, "Hugo=Trumen=Helena-Jenny", they are just a symbol in the entertainment industry, and they are "losing" their names. At the same time, they also lost themselves, and gradually lost in the splendor of Vanity Fair.
I raised my head and looked at the small town of Seaside in front of me. The houses resembling model houses looked ordinary and ordinary, but they didn’t seem to have any vitality at all. They were just part of the setting in the studio, bringing every moment of life to life. , Every detail has evolved into virtual data, as if you only need to press the clear button in the computer, and the whole life will be wiped out instantly.
The pessimistic state of mind was surging and almost swallowed Hugo. He even started looking around in embarrassment, trying to find a way to escape from the world, but all the surrounding scenery was exactly the same, even the end of the line of sight. The sea level is so similar, it seems that no matter how he escapes, he can't escape this trap. That kind of despair dimmed the whole world in an instant, and even the sunlight lost its color.
Looking around, I found that there is no place for me in the huge world. The glory of calling the wind and rain under the spotlight is just an illusion. This makes Hugo doubt himself, question his life, question his dreams, and question himself. The three views.
Is his life really wonderful? Is this really what he wants? Is all this true? Do those praises, those honors, and those happiness really make sense? Are the flattering and sweet talks around you from your heart? Did he really not forget his original intention? Is he still on the path of dreams? Isn't everything about him a reality show? Is his life just an excerpt from a novel? Is he really "Hugo Lancaster"?
At this moment, Hugo is Hugo, Hugo is also Truman, Hugo or Helena-Jenny, he can't even distinguish clearly, as if Hugo, Truman and Helena-Jenny are all the same person. The intricate and colorful fragments of life vent down like a waterfall in Nicaragua, and the turbulent river is constantly rushing down, leaving Hugo with no room to breathe. He just feels that the surrounding is surrounded by a boiling mist, and there is no sight at all. , Can't see the future, can't see the past, can't see the present, as if he was just a fiction.
Hugo only felt that the world was spinning, there was no way to distinguish between reality and the script, no way to distinguish himself from Truman, and no way to distinguish truth from falsehood. The panic-like confusion and darkness were once again thorough after the "death prisoner walk". It shattered all Hugo's defenses and left him at a loss. He just felt that he was about to suffocate. Even if he opened his mouth and breathed, he couldn't relieve it, as if his lungs were about to burn.
"Hey, young man, are you okay?" A voice suddenly came from above, as if it were the voice of God, which made Hugo suddenly raise his head, and then he saw a face all around, that was a kind. The old lady, she seems to be at least seventy years old, wearing a floral dress, holding a parasol, holding a bag of apples in her hand, and worrying on her face.
Hugo was stunned suddenly. He didn't know if this was just an old lady, or a character in this "reality show", or the **** he had hallucinated, which made him stare, just like that. Stiff in place.
"Are you sure you are okay? If necessary, I can call an ambulance for you. The hospital is two blocks away, and they can get there soon." The old lady muttered worriedly and stretched out her hand. He patted Hugo's cheek lightly, and then touched Hugo's forehead, "Oh, poor boy, you must have a cold, why is there no warmth on your cheeks."
At this moment, Hugo finally recovered a bit. He wanted to turn around and flee, because the blurred boundary between reality and virtual made him afraid of everything. Everything around here seemed to be unreal, but the old lady The eyes of worry made his legs hesitate a little, "It's okay...I, I mean, I'm okay."
Yu said intermittently, and then stood up. Only then did he realize that his legs were soft just now and he was sitting directly on the steps beside the street. Seeing him trying to stand up, the old lady stretched out her arms and held his right hand to help him stand up.
"I'm sure it's okay?" The old lady asked again. After seeing Hugo nodding seriously, the old lady pursed her lips and showed a smile. "Someone said, do you look like a movie star? Just acting as a death row. The guy who wandered? God, that's an excellent actor. I cried to myself when I watched the movie, like a sixteen-year-old girl. He is such a good guy."
Hugo looked at the sincerity in the old lady's eyes, still unable to distinguish between true and false, but the smile made Hugo's mouth retort and swallowed. He just sketched out a smile, but didn't speak. The old lady patted his arm, "young man, your own body is the most important thing, otherwise, at my age, there is no way to go to a farther place to see." After that, the old lady took it out of the bag. A red apple was placed in Hugo's palm, and he looked at Hugo again, "Oh, God, you really look like that actor, you can see that you are also a good guy."
After finishing talking, the old lady chuckled herself, and then took a slow step. After two steps, she turned her head and said, "If you feel unwell, remember to go to the hospital and go to the street on your right. a little."
Hugo blocked his throat and shouted, "Thank you." The old lady didn't respond, but turned around holding the parasol, and took a slow step again.
Hugo looked at the bright red apple in his hand for a long time, and finally he took the apple and took a bite in his mouth. The full juice burst out in his mouth. The taste was so real, as if it rained in an instant. Guo pulled back from the virtual to the reality.
Chewing the apple in his mouth, Hugo's chaotic thoughts poured down like autumn rain.
Indeed, he has no way to distinguish between reality and fiction, because this reality is too real, it seems to be real life, maybe this reality will never become virtual, but maybe one day he will learn the truth like Truman. But... how did Truman choose? He chose to face it with a smile, he chose to... stick to dreams, compete for dreams, embrace dreams. But why?
He has experienced all of this before, hasn't he? Just like Truman.
Hugo suddenly remembered the night of the Golden Raspberry Award. All the incredible and powerful impacted every nerve of his. Although he temporarily accepted the reality, it actually took him a long, long time to truly Adapted to reality. But that night, he made a decision, a decision that changed his life: to chase his dream.
Life is always unknown. No one can know what will happen in the next moment. Maybe it’s heaven or hell, maybe it’s success or failure, maybe it’s happiness or disaster. There is a good saying that everything is before it happens. Fifty percent chance. But if you don't work hard, don't struggle, and don't struggle, then your own 50% rate will gradually volatilize.
Therefore, Hugo decided to participate in the audition of "Smelling a Woman", he decided to seize his own "second chance (., he decided "Don't be upset by the past ('t...in.anger . The following story is very clear, Hugo has walked all the way to the present-walking on the streets of Seaside.
If there was no decision that night, there would be no Hugo now.
After Truman knew the truth, after he knew that his life was a lie at all--he wasn't even sure what was true, maybe even he himself was a lie, because his birth was a "fake", this The impact on Truman was undoubtedly huge, and perhaps he could not recover for a long, long period of time.
But Truman has a perseverance in his heart, a crucial perseverance: He wants to embrace freedom, he wants to break free and chase his own dream. Therefore, life will continue after all, and bumps along the way are inevitable, but you can choose a path that belongs to you. So Truman made a choice-the same choice as Hugo.
Truman was not indifferent, but like Hugo, he chose to look at life positively, and he refused the temptation of the show crew. Confused. Sex proposal, resolutely chose to embark on the unknown road, only because there is a dream called freedom ahead of the unknown.
Everyone is like this, facing the same choices, but having different decisions. Truman chose to smile, choose to be optimistic, and choose to challenge himself. This is also the reason why "Trumen's World" can become a comedy rather than a heavy and dark reality movie because of Trumen, Trumen His attitude, Truman's posture, and Truman's choices made the whole story unique.
Just like Hugo on the night of the Golden Raspberry Awards, different choices will lead to different lives. Hugo, like Truman, chose to break through the shackles, embrace dreams, and pursue freedom.
Life is like a play, play is like life, life is like a play but also like a dream, life is like a dream, not as good as dust.
In fact, is it real or fictional, does it really matter? Because life is originally a drama, in this stage drama, the characters appear on the stage, ups and downs, stumbling, and everyone is performing their own "role". Life is like a play, but at the same time, play is like life. There is no strict boundary between the two, and there is no clear distinction.
Hugo suddenly understood that he is not Truman, but he is also Truman, because in this "dream" life, they all made the same choice. They all face life with a smile, and they all face life with a smile. Following his dream, he moved forward unswervingly on the thorny road-so at the last moment, Truman still chose the unknown world outside.
Truman is indeed Hugo, and Hugo is indeed Truman.
Hugo is Truman, and Truman is Hugo, or to be more precise, "Hugo=Trumen=Helena-Jenny", they are just a symbol in the entertainment industry, and they are "losing" their names. At the same time, they also lost themselves, and gradually lost in the splendor of Vanity Fair.I raised my head and looked at the small town of Seaside in front of me. The houses resembling model houses looked ordinary and ordinary, but they didn't seem to have any vitality at all. They were just part of the setting in the studio, bringing every moment of life to life. , Every detail has evolved into virtual data, as if you only need to press the clear button in the computer, and the whole life will be wiped out instantly.The pessimistic state of mind was surging and almost swallowed Hugo. He even started looking around in embarrassment, trying to find a way to escape from the world, but all the surrounding scenery was exactly the same, even the end of the line of sight. The sea level is so similar, it seems that no matter how he escapes, he can't escape this trap. That kind of despair dimmed the whole world in an instant, and even the sunlight lost its color.Looking around, I found that there is no place for me in the huge world. The glory of calling the wind and rain under the spotlight is just an illusion. This makes Hugo doubt himself, question his life, question his dreams, and question himself. The three views.Is his life really wonderful? Is this really what he wants? Is all this true? Do those praises, those honors, and those happiness really make sense? Are the flattering and sweet talks around you from your heart? Did he really not forget his original intention? Is he still on the path of dreams? Isn't everything about him a reality show? Is his life just an excerpt from a novel? Is he really "Hugo Lancaster"?At this moment, Hugo is Hugo, Hugo is also Truman, Hugo or Helena-Jenny, he can't even distinguish clearly, as if Hugo, Truman and Helena-Jenny are all the same person. The intricate and colorful fragments of life vent down like a waterfall in Nicaragua, and the turbulent river is constantly rushing down, leaving Hugo with no room to breathe. He just feels that the surrounding is surrounded by a boiling mist, and there is no sight at all. , Can't see the future, can't see the past, can't see the present, as if he was just a fiction.Hugo only felt that the world was spinning, there was no way to distinguish between reality and the script, no way to distinguish himself from Truman, and no way to distinguish truth from falsehood. The panic-like confusion and darkness were once again thorough after the "death prisoner walk". It shattered all Hugo's defenses and left him at a loss. He just felt that he was about to suffocate. Even if he opened his mouth and breathed, he couldn't relieve it, as if his lungs were about to burn."Hey, young man, are you okay?" A voice suddenly came from above, as if it were the voice of God, which made Hugo suddenly raise his head, and then he saw a face all around, that was a kind. The old lady, she seems to be at least seventy years old, wearing a floral dress, holding a parasol, holding a bag of apples in her hand, and worrying on her face.Hugo was stunned suddenly. He didn't know if this was just an old lady, or a character in this "reality show", or the **** he had hallucinated, which made him stare, just like that. Stiff in place."Are you sure you are okay? If necessary, I can call an ambulance for you. The hospital is two blocks away, and they can get there soon." The old lady muttered worriedly and stretched out her hand. He patted Hugo's cheek lightly, and then touched Hugo's forehead, "Oh, poor boy, you must have a cold, why is there no warmth on your cheeks."At this moment, Hugo finally recovered a bit. He wanted to turn around and flee, because the blurred boundary between reality and virtual made him afraid of everything. Everything around here seemed to be unreal, but the old lady The eyes of worry made his legs hesitate a little, "It's okay...I, I mean, I'm okay."Yu said intermittently, and then stood up. Only then did he realize that his legs were soft just now and he was sitting directly on the steps beside the street. Seeing him trying to stand up, the old lady stretched out her arms and held his right hand to help him stand up."I'm sure it's okay?" The old lady asked again. After seeing Hugo nodding seriously, the old lady pursed her lips and showed a smile. "Someone said, do you look like a movie star? Just acting as a death row. The guy who wandered? God, that's an excellent actor. I cried to myself when I watched the movie, like a sixteen-year-old girl. He is such a good guy."Hugo looked at the sincerity in the old lady's eyes, still unable to distinguish between true and false, but the smile made Hugo's mouth retort and swallowed. He just sketched out a smile, but didn't speak. The old lady patted his arm, "young man, your own body is the most important thing, otherwise, at my age, there is no way to go to a farther place to see." After that, the old lady took it out of the bag. A red apple was placed in Hugo's palm, and he looked at Hugo again, "Oh, God, you really look like that actor, you can see that you are also a good guy."After finishing talking, the old lady chuckled herself, and then took a slow step. After two steps, she turned her head and said, "If you feel unwell, remember to go to the hospital and go to the street on your right. a little."Hugo blocked his throat and shouted, "Thank you." The old lady didn't respond, but turned around holding the parasol, and took a slow step again.Hugo looked at the bright red apple in his hand for a long time, and finally he took the apple and took a bite in his mouth. The full juice burst out in his mouth. The taste was so real, as if it rained in an instant. Guo pulled back from the virtual to the reality.Chewing the apple in his mouth, Hugo's chaotic thoughts poured down like autumn rain.Indeed, he has no way to distinguish between reality and fiction, because this reality is too real, it seems to be real life, maybe this reality will never become virtual, but maybe one day he will learn the truth like Truman. But... how did Truman choose? He chose to face it with a smile, he chose to... stick to dreams, compete for dreams, embrace dreams. But why?He has experienced all of this before, hasn't he? Just like Truman.Hugo suddenly remembered the night of the Golden Raspberry Award. All the incredible and powerful impacted every nerve of his. Although he temporarily accepted the reality, it actually took him a long, long time to truly Adapted to reality. But that night, he made a decision, a decision that changed his life: to chase his dream.Life is always unknown. No one can know what will happen in the next moment. Maybe it's heaven or hell, maybe it's success or failure, maybe it's happiness or disaster. There is a good saying that everything is before it happens. Fifty percent chance. But if you don't work hard, don't struggle, and don't struggle, then your own 50% rate will gradually volatilize.Therefore, Hugo decided to participate in the audition of "Smelling a Woman", he decided to seize his own "second chance ., he decided "Don't be upset by the past 't...in.anger . The following story is very clear, Hugo has walked all the way to the present-walking on the streets of Seaside.If there was no decision that night, there would be no Hugo now.After Truman knew the truth, after he knew that his life was a lie at all--he wasn't even sure what was true, maybe even he himself was a lie, because his birth was a "fake", this The impact on Truman was undoubtedly huge, and perhaps he could not recover for a long, long period of time.But Truman has a perseverance in his heart, a crucial perseverance: He wants to embrace freedom, he wants to break free and chase his own dream. Therefore, life will continue after all, and bumps along the way are inevitable, but you can choose a path that belongs to you. So Truman made a choice-the same choice as Hugo.Truman was not indifferent, but like Hugo, he chose to look at life positively, and he refused the temptation of the show crew. Confused. Sex proposal, resolutely chose to embark on the unknown road, only because there is a dream called freedom ahead of the unknown.Everyone is like this, facing the same choices, but having different decisions. Truman chose to smile, choose to be optimistic, and choose to challenge himself. This is also the reason why "Trumen's World" can become a comedy rather than a heavy and dark reality movie because of Trumen, Trumen His attitude, Truman's posture, and Truman's choices made the whole story unique.Just like Hugo on the night of the Golden Raspberry Awards, different choices will lead to different lives. Hugo, like Truman, chose to break through the shackles, embrace dreams, and pursue freedom.Life is like a play, play is like life, life is like a play but also like a dream, life is like a dream, not as good as dust.In fact, is it real or fictional, does it really matter? Because life is originally a drama, in this stage drama, the characters appear on the stage, ups and downs, stumbling, and everyone is performing their own "role". Life is like a play, but at the same time, play is like life. There is no strict boundary between the two, and there is no clear distinction.Hugo suddenly understood that he is not Truman, but he is also Truman, because in this "dream" life, they all made the same choice. They all face life with a smile, and they all face life with a smile. Following his dream, he moved forward unswervingly on the thorny road-so at the last moment, Truman still chose the unknown world outside.Truman is indeed Hugo, and Hugo is indeed Truman.
