Chapter 1983: Hardmouthed
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Hugo had guessed that Ernst hadn't slept yet-if Ernst had watched the Oscars, and he hadn't obtained Ernst's consent, he mentioned Ernst in his acceptance speech. I don't know how this irritable old man will react.
However, Hugo did not expect that Ernst sat downstairs like this, feeling the coolness of the dew in the middle of the night, listening to the engine noise that might be thought of in the distant streets. And it was already one o'clock in the morning-Ernst, who was supposed to be going to sleep before eleven o'clock in the morning, appeared in front of him vigorously.
No, to be precise, Ernst was not full of energy at this time, and the fatigue between his brows was clearly visible even if it was seven or eight steps away.
Hugo was stunned for a while, and then realized that Ernst was talking to them. He looked at Leonardo, who couldn't react at all, and then took the conversation, "I came here to visit you."
Ernst snorted coldly, and his messy eyebrows were not irritable. "Knowing that I was in trouble tonight, I want to come to apologize? I really don't know how to do it." Ernst squinted his eyes, although his tone was flat and not loud. Roar, but the unspeakable seriousness flowed from the words, "Who allowed you to speak for me? You are not me, how do you know what I think in my heart? Are you sure this is what I want? You are like this Disrupting my peaceful life without my consent, is it selfish or arrogant? What are you, God? Making decisions for my life? How, controlling my life, does it feel good? Do you feel happy?"
A series of rhetorical questions left Hugo speechless, but Leonardo, who was standing next to him, couldn't help it. He directly refuted, "You old man is really unreasonable! Hugo is only because he respects you. When you said that in the award testimony, you maliciously twisted Hugo's mind. It's shameless, no wonder you..."
Leonardo's words seemed to be out of control, Hugo quickly stopped him, and Ernst also cynicly refuted, "So, Hugo is a big man, he respects me, I must be respectful? Who rules this? Yes? If you look down on my old man, get out! No one asks you to come here!"
Leonardo immediately made fists with both hands, and rushed towards Ernst. Hugo didn't even hold it in a hand. He rushed forward a few steps and hugged Leonardo tightly. "Leo! Are you really going to hit this old man?" Although Ernst was grumpy, he was angry. Full, but indeed an old man, an unarmed old man.
"So what!" Leonardo yelled angrily, his mouth full of alcohol rushing over his face, and his slightly red eyes showed his excitement.
"Let go of him, if he wants to, let him punch me." Ernst raised his hand and threw the cigarette in his hand over. He didn't know if his head was wrong or he couldn't hold his hand. The cigarette deviated a lot. , Void Land was thrown directly over, but Leonardo became more angry, struggling hard, and wanted to give Ernst a hard punch, but at this time Ernst whispered, " Maybe, I should have been beaten so hard that I will become more sober."
All the aura around Ernst settled down, as if he was old in the blink of an eye, the powerful aura disappeared completely, and he became an old man, but...the old man, that decadence and depravity were like the whole sky. The night was generally, and it was quickly suppressed, making him overwhelmed.
Even the angry Leonardo noticed Ernst's change and couldn't help but stop his struggle, staring at Ernst in front of him in a daze.
Hugo has known Ernst for so many years, but he has never seen such an Ernst. The kind of loneliness and dazedness that comes from smashing his head and covering his face suffocates the onlooker Hugo, as if the whole world is beginning to change in front of his eyes. It was dark, and the light dimmed a little bit—a solar eclipse was happening right in front of the eyes, but everyone could do nothing but watch the sun being swallowed. No one knew when the light would come again.
Ernst lowered his eyes and said nothing, just letting the whole world calm down again. Hugo and Leonardo just stood there in a daze, and even forgot to change their movements, they just watched the declining Ernst quietly in front of them, dumbfounded. The shock inside is indescribable.
"In fact, I have been thinking about a question these years: why the college is not willing to give me a golden figure? Is it because I am not good enough, or because..." Ernst pondered for a long time, and finally said in a low voice, " Because I’m not good enough.” The whispered words quickly drifted away with the wind, and it seemed that I hadn’t said ordinary at all. “So, I always wanted to go back to Hollywood and create a work to everyone Prove my strength, prove my success..."
Hugo remembered the half-written scripts in Ernst's family. There are no one hundred and eighty. In the past two decades, Ernst has never given up writing.
"I dreamed of the Hollywood myth. I wrote a work and made everyone admire me. Only then did the college realize that they had ignored my strength, and then hurriedly awarded me a golden figure." Ernst Speaking of this, he smiled, but there was a bit of bitterness in his smile. Hugo wanted to open his mouth to comfort him, but found that he couldn't say a word. He just opened his mouth slightly, and then stopped weakly. land.
Ernst raised his eyes and looked at Hugo and Leonardo in the dark, his eyes stopped at last on Hugo's body. In fact, Ernst envied Hugo, because Hugo has talent, a talent that everyone envy. Although Hugo has only created two scripts, "Before Sunrise" and "Perfectly Perfect", Hugo's control of lines and outline of emotions can definitely be said to be at the master level. This is also the reason why Ernst is very angry with Hugo-because Hugo has always been too lazy, and has always been unwilling to concentrate on writing scripts. This waste of talent made Ernst angry.
But tonight, Ernst discovered that in fact, everything in life can be treated from a different perspective. Although he himself has no way to create great works-in the past two decades, he has found that his ability has been deteriorating, but he does not want to admit it; but he has continued his creation in another way Life, he inspired Hugo. He didn’t think he was Hugo’s teacher, but his shadow can be seen in Hugo’s works, just like what he created in his brain, yet another person understands it. Created directly.
This feeling is really good.
He always complained in his mouth, but in fact the real heart was fear. He was afraid that all his thoughts were just mirages, just his own wishful thinking; he was afraid to face the fact that he had been completely eliminated by the times, so he refused. Face those old friends.
In fact, in the American Screenwriters Guild, he was talking, just like the audition opportunity for "Night Sleep in Seattle". As long as he wants, he can seek a position in the union, but he has been rejecting and evading.
Tonight, Hugo did not give him a choice, so he lifted the last fig leaf. He originally thought it would be painful, and it was true, but when the pain subsided, his heart was relieved. Only then did he know that it was not others but himself who had trapped him in the past twenty years, and he was the only one who had always trapped him.
So, in fact, Ernst wanted to thank Hugo for his impulsiveness and directness tonight, simply and rudely to untie him.
But looking at Hugo in front of him, Ernst opened his mouth, but he couldn't tell all the emotions in his heart. Finally, he drooped his shoulders in frustration and whispered, "But in fact, I just want to create I only wrote a script, not for Xiao Jinren, not to prove myself to others...I just want to create, I miss the taste of those years of happy creation."
Such a simple sentence shocked both Hugo and Leonardo. Ernst’s enthusiasm and perseverance that burst out of the ordinary is eye-catching. This is the real focus and devotion. He spent his entire life rushing to study an art, no matter what his achievements, this A perseverance is beyond the reach of others.
Hugo looked at Ernst in front of him and fell into contemplation. Although Ernst was unprecedentedly vulnerable at this time, in Hugo's eyes he was unprecedentedly strong. Because his pure madness is convincing and shameful.
All the complicated thoughts in Leonardo's brain disappeared in an instant, and the originally chaotic brain was now awake like never before.
There are so many examples around Leonardo Hugo is the example before, and Charlize’s success is behind tonight, and now he has witnessed Ernst’s perseverance with his own eyes. . This allowed Leonardo to taste his inner desire again. After the great success of "Titanic", he once wanted to renounce himself and let himself be lost in Hollywood's vanity fair, but now he has a new motivation. , He wants to continue, he wants to defeat himself, he wants to stick to his dreams. He wants to be an excellent actor.
The faint flame was ignited again, making Leonardo feel unparalleled enthusiasm-he even wanted to take the next script now and start shooting. This feeling is really long-lost.
Ernst looked at Hugo earnestly. The "thank you" had already reached his lips, but he couldn't say it after all. It was Ernst's limit to show his fragility in front of Hugo. Because Ernst knew that Hugo could understand what he was thinking, and because Ernst knew that he and Hugo were the same kind of people, he decided to open his heart. But "thank you" words? He couldn't say it.
After hesitating again and again, Ernst still did not speak, but slowly stood up, turned and walked towards the apartment building. When he reached the door, he couldn't help but stop, "Go back." The light and fluttering voice was no longer the usual irritability, but it ignited again, and then, Ernst never looked back and disappeared step by step at the top of the stairs.
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Hugo had guessed that Ernst hadn't slept yet-if Ernst had watched the Oscars, and he hadn't obtained Ernst's consent, he mentioned Ernst in his acceptance speech. I don't know how this irritable old man will react.
However, Hugo did not expect that Ernst sat downstairs like this, feeling the coolness of the dew in the middle of the night, listening to the engine noise that might be thought of in the distant streets. And it was already one o'clock in the morning-Ernst, who was supposed to be going to sleep before eleven o'clock in the morning, appeared in front of him vigorously.
No, to be precise, Ernst was not full of energy at this time, and the fatigue between his brows was clearly visible even if it was seven or eight steps away.
Hugo was stunned for a while, and then realized that Ernst was talking to them. He looked at Leonardo, who couldn't react at all, and then took the conversation, "I came here to visit you."
Ernst snorted coldly, and his messy eyebrows were not irritable. "Knowing that I was in trouble tonight, I want to come to apologize? I really don't know how to do it." Ernst squinted his eyes, although his tone was flat and not loud. Roar, but the unspeakable seriousness flowed from the words, "Who allowed you to speak for me? You are not me, how do you know what I think in my heart? Are you sure this is what I want? You are like this Disrupting my peaceful life without my consent, is it selfish or arrogant? What are you, God? Making decisions for my life? How, controlling my life, does it feel good? Do you feel happy?"
A series of rhetorical questions left Hugo speechless, but Leonardo, who was standing next to him, couldn't help it. He directly refuted, "You old man is really unreasonable! Hugo is only because he respects you. When you said that in the award testimony, you maliciously twisted Hugo's mind. It's shameless, no wonder you..."
Leonardo's words seemed to be out of control, Hugo quickly stopped him, and Ernst also cynicly refuted, "So, Hugo is a big man, he respects me, I must be respectful? Who rules this? Yes? If you look down on my old man, get out! No one asks you to come here!"
Leonardo immediately made fists with both hands, and rushed towards Ernst. Hugo didn't even hold it in a hand. He rushed forward a few steps and hugged Leonardo tightly. "Leo! Are you really going to hit this old man?" Although Ernst was grumpy, he was angry. Full, but indeed an old man, an unarmed old man.
"So what!" Leonardo yelled angrily, his mouth full of alcohol rushing over his face, and his slightly red eyes showed his excitement.
"Let go of him, if he wants to, let him punch me." Ernst raised his hand and threw the cigarette in his hand over. He didn't know if his head was wrong or he couldn't hold his hand. The cigarette deviated a lot. , Void Land was thrown directly over, but Leonardo became more angry, struggling hard, and wanted to give Ernst a hard punch, but at this time Ernst whispered, " Maybe, I should have been beaten so hard that I will become more sober."
All the aura around Ernst settled down, as if he was old in the blink of an eye, the powerful aura disappeared completely, and he became an old man, but...the old man, that decadence and depravity were like the whole sky. The night was generally, and it was quickly suppressed, making him overwhelmed.
Even the angry Leonardo noticed Ernst's change and couldn't help but stop his struggle, staring at Ernst in front of him in a daze.
Hugo has known Ernst for so many years, but he has never seen such an Ernst. The kind of loneliness and dazedness that comes from smashing his head and covering his face suffocates the onlooker Hugo, as if the whole world is beginning to change in front of his eyes. It was dark, and the light dimmed a little bit—a solar eclipse was happening right in front of the eyes, but everyone could do nothing but watch the sun being swallowed. No one knew when the light would come again.
Ernst lowered his eyes and said nothing, just letting the whole world calm down again. Hugo and Leonardo just stood there in a daze, and even forgot to change their movements, they just watched the declining Ernst quietly in front of them, dumbfounded. The shock inside is indescribable.
"In fact, I have been thinking about a question these years: why the college is not willing to give me a golden figure? Is it because I am not good enough, or because..." Ernst pondered for a long time, and finally said in a low voice, " Because I’m not good enough.” The whispered words quickly drifted away with the wind, and it seemed that I hadn’t said ordinary at all. “So, I always wanted to go back to Hollywood and create a work to everyone Prove my strength, prove my success..."
Hugo remembered the half-written scripts in Ernst's family. There are no one hundred and eighty. In the past two decades, Ernst has never given up writing.
"I dreamed of the Hollywood myth. I wrote a work and made everyone admire me. Only then did the college realize that they had ignored my strength, and then hurriedly awarded me a golden figure." Ernst Speaking of this, he smiled, but there was a bit of bitterness in his smile. Hugo wanted to open his mouth to comfort him, but found that he couldn't say a word. He just opened his mouth slightly, and then stopped weakly. land.
Ernst raised his eyes and looked at Hugo and Leonardo in the dark, his eyes stopped at last on Hugo's body. In fact, Ernst envied Hugo, because Hugo has talent, a talent that everyone envy. Although Hugo has only created two scripts, "Before Sunrise" and "Perfectly Perfect", Hugo's control of lines and outline of emotions can definitely be said to be at the master level. This is also the reason why Ernst is very angry with Hugo-because Hugo has always been too lazy, and has always been unwilling to concentrate on writing scripts. This waste of talent made Ernst angry.
But tonight, Ernst discovered that in fact, everything in life can be treated from a different perspective. Although he himself has no way to create great works-in the past two decades, he has found that his ability has been deteriorating, but he does not want to admit it; but he has continued his creation in another way Life, he inspired Hugo. He didn’t think he was Hugo’s teacher, but his shadow can be seen in Hugo’s works, just like what he created in his brain, yet another person understands it. Created directly.
This feeling is really good.
He always complained in his mouth, but in fact the real heart was fear. He was afraid that all his thoughts were just mirages, just his own wishful thinking; he was afraid to face the fact that he had been completely eliminated by the times, so he refused. Face those old friends.
In fact, in the American Screenwriters Guild, he was talking, just like the audition opportunity for "Night Sleep in Seattle". As long as he wants, he can seek a position in the union, but he has been rejecting and evading.
Tonight, Hugo did not give him a choice, so he lifted the last fig leaf. He originally thought it would be painful, and it was true, but when the pain subsided, his heart was relieved. Only then did he know that it was not others but himself who had trapped him in the past twenty years, and he was the only one who had always trapped him.
So, in fact, Ernst wanted to thank Hugo for his impulsiveness and directness tonight, simply and rudely to untie him.
But looking at Hugo in front of him, Ernst opened his mouth, but he couldn't tell all the emotions in his heart. Finally, he drooped his shoulders in frustration and whispered, "But in fact, I just want to create I only wrote a script, not for Xiao Jinren, not to prove myself to others...I just want to create, I miss the taste of those years of happy creation."
Such a simple sentence shocked both Hugo and Leonardo. Ernst’s enthusiasm and perseverance that burst out of the ordinary is eye-catching. This is the real focus and devotion. He spent his entire life rushing to study an art, no matter what his achievements, this A perseverance is beyond the reach of others.
Hugo looked at Ernst in front of him and fell into contemplation. Although Ernst was unprecedentedly vulnerable at this time, in Hugo's eyes he was unprecedentedly strong. Because his pure madness is convincing and shameful.
All the complicated thoughts in Leonardo's brain disappeared in an instant, and the originally chaotic brain was now awake like never before.
There are so many examples around Leonardo Hugo is the example before, and Charlize’s success is behind tonight, and now he has witnessed Ernst’s perseverance with his own eyes. . This allowed Leonardo to taste his inner desire again. After the great success of "Titanic", he once wanted to renounce himself and let himself be lost in Hollywood's vanity fair, but now he has a new motivation. , He wants to continue, he wants to defeat himself, he wants to stick to his dreams. He wants to be an excellent actor.
The faint flame was ignited again, making Leonardo feel unparalleled enthusiasm-he even wanted to take the next script now and start shooting. This feeling is really long-lost.
Ernst looked at Hugo earnestly. The "thank you" had already reached his lips, but he couldn't say it after all. It was Ernst's limit to show his fragility in front of Hugo. Because Ernst knew that Hugo could understand what he was thinking, and because Ernst knew that he and Hugo were the same kind of people, he decided to open his heart. But "thank you" words? He couldn't say it.
After hesitating again and again, Ernst still did not speak, but slowly stood up, turned and walked towards the apartment building. When he reached the door, he couldn't help but stop, "Go back." The light and fluttering voice was no longer the usual irritability, but it ignited again, and then, Ernst never looked back and disappeared step by step at the top of the stairs.
Hugo had guessed that Ernst hadn't slept yet-if Ernst had watched the Oscars, and he hadn't obtained Ernst's consent, he mentioned Ernst in his acceptance speech. I don't know how this irritable old man will react.However, Hugo did not expect that Ernst sat downstairs like this, feeling the coolness of the dew in the middle of the night, listening to the engine noise that might be thought of in the distant streets. And it was already one o'clock in the morning-Ernst, who was supposed to be going to sleep before eleven o'clock in the morning, appeared in front of him vigorously.No, to be precise, Ernst was not full of energy at this time, and the fatigue between his brows was clearly visible even if it was seven or eight steps away.Hugo was stunned for a while, and then realized that Ernst was talking to them. He looked at Leonardo, who couldn't react at all, and then took the conversation, "I came here to visit you."Ernst snorted coldly, and his messy eyebrows were not irritable. "Knowing that I was in trouble tonight, I want to come to apologize? I really don't know how to do it." Ernst squinted his eyes, although his tone was flat and not loud. Roar, but the unspeakable seriousness flowed from the words, "Who allowed you to speak for me? You are not me, how do you know what I think in my heart? Are you sure this is what I want? You are like this Disrupting my peaceful life without my consent, is it selfish or arrogant? What are you, God? Making decisions for my life? How, controlling my life, does it feel good? Do you feel happy?"A series of rhetorical questions left Hugo speechless, but Leonardo, who was standing next to him, couldn't help it. He directly refuted, "You old man is really unreasonable! Hugo is only because he respects you. When you said that in the award testimony, you maliciously twisted Hugo's mind. It's shameless, no wonder you..."Leonardo's words seemed to be out of control, Hugo quickly stopped him, and Ernst also cynicly refuted, "So, Hugo is a big man, he respects me, I must be respectful? Who rules this? Yes? If you look down on my old man, get out! No one asks you to come here!"Leonardo immediately made fists with both hands, and rushed towards Ernst. Hugo didn't even hold it in a hand. He rushed forward a few steps and hugged Leonardo tightly. "Leo! Are you really going to hit this old man?" Although Ernst was grumpy, he was angry. Full, but indeed an old man, an unarmed old man."So what!" Leonardo yelled angrily, his mouth full of alcohol rushing over his face, and his slightly red eyes showed his excitement."Let go of him, if he wants to, let him punch me." Ernst raised his hand and threw the cigarette in his hand over. He didn't know if his head was wrong or he couldn't hold his hand. The cigarette deviated a lot. , Void Land was thrown directly over, but Leonardo became more angry, struggling hard, and wanted to give Ernst a hard punch, but at this time Ernst whispered, " Maybe, I should have been beaten so hard that I will become more sober."All the aura around Ernst settled down, as if he was old in the blink of an eye, the powerful aura disappeared completely, and he became an old man, but...the old man, that decadence and depravity were like the whole sky. The night was generally, and it was quickly suppressed, making him overwhelmed.Even the angry Leonardo noticed Ernst's change and couldn't help but stop his struggle, staring at Ernst in front of him in a daze.Hugo has known Ernst for so many years, but he has never seen such an Ernst. The kind of loneliness and dazedness that comes from smashing his head and covering his face suffocates the onlooker Hugo, as if the whole world is beginning to change in front of his eyes. It was dark, and the light dimmed a little bita solar eclipse was happening right in front of the eyes, but everyone could do nothing but watch the sun being swallowed. No one knew when the light would come again.Ernst lowered his eyes and said nothing, just letting the whole world calm down again. Hugo and Leonardo just stood there in a daze, and even forgot to change their movements, they just watched the declining Ernst quietly in front of them, dumbfounded. The shock inside is indescribable."In fact, I have been thinking about a question these years: why the college is not willing to give me a golden figure? Is it because I am not good enough, or because..." Ernst pondered for a long time, and finally said in a low voice, " Because I'm not good enough. The whispered words quickly drifted away with the wind, and it seemed that I hadn't said ordinary at all. So, I always wanted to go back to Hollywood and create a work to everyone Prove my strength, prove my success..."Hugo remembered the half-written scripts in Ernst's family. There are no one hundred and eighty. In the past two decades, Ernst has never given up writing."I dreamed of the Hollywood myth. I wrote a work and made everyone admire me. Only then did the college realize that they had ignored my strength, and then hurriedly awarded me a golden figure." Ernst Speaking of this, he smiled, but there was a bit of bitterness in his smile. Hugo wanted to open his mouth to comfort him, but found that he couldn't say a word. He just opened his mouth slightly, and then stopped weakly. land.Ernst raised his eyes and looked at Hugo and Leonardo in the dark, his eyes stopped at last on Hugo's body. In fact, Ernst envied Hugo, because Hugo has talent, a talent that everyone envy. Although Hugo has only created two scripts, "Before Sunrise" and "Perfectly Perfect", Hugo's control of lines and outline of emotions can definitely be said to be at the master level. This is also the reason why Ernst is very angry with Hugo-because Hugo has always been too lazy, and has always been unwilling to concentrate on writing scripts. This waste of talent made Ernst angry.But tonight, Ernst discovered that in fact, everything in life can be treated from a different perspective. Although he himself has no way to create great works-in the past two decades, he has found that his ability has been deteriorating, but he does not want to admit it; but he has continued his creation in another way Life, he inspired Hugo. He didn't think he was Hugo's teacher, but his shadow can be seen in Hugo's works, just like what he created in his brain, yet another person understands it. Created directly.This feeling is really good.He always complained in his mouth, but in fact the real heart was fear. He was afraid that all his thoughts were just mirages, just his own wishful thinking; he was afraid to face the fact that he had been completely eliminated by the times, so he refused. Face those old friends.In fact, in the American Screenwriters Guild, he was talking, just like the audition opportunity for "Night Sleep in Seattle". As long as he wants, he can seek a position in the union, but he has been rejecting and evading.Tonight, Hugo did not give him a choice, so he lifted the last fig leaf. He originally thought it would be painful, and it was true, but when the pain subsided, his heart was relieved. Only then did he know that it was not others but himself who had trapped him in the past twenty years, and he was the only one who had always trapped him.So, in fact, Ernst wanted to thank Hugo for his impulsiveness and directness tonight, simply and rudely to untie him.But looking at Hugo in front of him, Ernst opened his mouth, but he couldn't tell all the emotions in his heart. Finally, he drooped his shoulders in frustration and whispered, "But in fact, I just want to create I only wrote a script, not for Xiao Jinren, not to prove myself to others...I just want to create, I miss the taste of those years of happy creation."Such a simple sentence shocked both Hugo and Leonardo. Ernst's enthusiasm and perseverance that burst out of the ordinary is eye-catching. This is the real focus and devotion. He spent his entire life rushing to study an art, no matter what his achievements, this A perseverance is beyond the reach of others.Hugo looked at Ernst in front of him and fell into contemplation. Although Ernst was unprecedentedly vulnerable at this time, in Hugo's eyes he was unprecedentedly strong. Because his pure madness is convincing and shameful.All the complicated thoughts in Leonardo's brain disappeared in an instant, and the originally chaotic brain was now awake like never before.There are so many examples around Leonardo Hugo is the example before, and Charlize's success is behind tonight, and now he has witnessed Ernst's perseverance with his own eyes. . This allowed Leonardo to taste his inner desire again. After the great success of "Titanic", he once wanted to renounce himself and let himself be lost in Hollywood's vanity fair, but now he has a new motivation. , He wants to continue, he wants to defeat himself, he wants to stick to his dreams. He wants to be an excellent actor.The faint flame was ignited again, making Leonardo feel unparalleled enthusiasm-he even wanted to take the next script now and start shooting. This feeling is really long-lost.Ernst looked at Hugo earnestly. The "thank you" had already reached his lips, but he couldn't say it after all. It was Ernst's limit to show his fragility in front of Hugo. Because Ernst knew that Hugo could understand what he was thinking, and because Ernst knew that he and Hugo were the same kind of people, he decided to open his heart. But "thank you" words? He couldn't say it.After hesitating again and again, Ernst still did not speak, but slowly stood up, turned and walked towards the apartment building. When he reached the door, he couldn't help but stop, "Go back." The light and fluttering voice was no longer the usual irritability, but it ignited again, and then, Ernst never looked back and disappeared step by step at the top of the stairs.
