Chapter 2035: Delicate touch
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Robert stood by and looked at it carefully. He was smiling on his face, but no one could guess the true thoughts in his heart. In fact, Robert was observing Hugo's performance at this time. He was always very curious why so many film critics praised Hugo, and more importantly, many crew members also praised Hugo.
You know, compared to those big bosses, senior Hollywood staff are often more powerful, such as screenwriters, photographers, screenwriters, scene writers, lighting artists, makeup artists, etc., because they are the first-line figures at work, they Although the power in hand is small, it can often change more things. Therefore, it has never been easy to win the praise of these staff.
When Robert came to the scene today, he wanted to observe with his own eyes.
Robert could perceive the slightest difference, but he couldn't tell why. The scene was not officially filmed yet, and Hugo sitting on the sofa was already different. The slowly settling aura seems...some cold, but mixed with a little warmth; a little alienated, but at the same time showing a soft and kindness-this is so contradictory that Robert can't figure it out at all. . But what is certain is that just from the back, Robert noticed the subtle changes in Hugo.
The sound of the recording of the scene resounded through the set, which caused Robert to withdraw his attention and fully immersed himself in it.
Lynn walked into the kitchen and only Cole was standing at the door. Malcolm still had a faint smile on his face. It seemed that he was in a relaxed mood because of the conversation between Lynn and Cole, but this smile was not complete. Stretching out, just staying at the corner of his mouth, he tried hard to relax his shoulders, but when he saw Cole coming over, he still leaned forward a bit and made a proactive posture.
Facing Cole, Malcolm seemed too cautious. He always avoided repeating Vincent's tragedy, but Malcolm didn't know which link went wrong. So, this time with Cole is a brand new start, and Malcolm must be cautious-but it seems a bit too tight.
"Hi." Malcolm smiled and greeted him softly. Cole walked over at a gentle pace, but stopped five steps away from Malcolm, and Malcolm did the same. Don't mind, pointed at the sofa chair across from him with two fingers, "Want to sit?"
Cole looked at the sofa in front of him hesitantly, then shook his head, but remained silent.
The alienated vigilance made Malcolm clearly feel that the smile at the corner of his mouth was slightly reduced, but it never disappeared, "Don't you want to talk today?" This without any offensive words and attitude made Cole a little relaxed. , Finally came into contact with Malcolm's sight, but Cole still shook his head slightly without speaking.
Malcolm pursed his mouth and smiled, a gentle flash of eyesight flashed, but his left hand was rubbing the fingertips of his right hand. This small detail revealed his inner tension, "Want to play a game?" Marco Cole's relaxed tone made Cole look suspicious, and Malcolm couldn't help but explain, "It's a game of reading thoughts..." Malcolm's expression became relaxed, and a slight smile reflected from his eyes. , But the depressed and dull atmosphere on the scene still seemed quiet and difficult, "I read your thoughts, and if I am right, you will take a step forward; if I am wrong, you will take a step back to the door. If you walk away When you get to the chair, you sit down; when you retreat to the door, you can go. Do you want to play?"
Cole looked at the kitchen with some worry, where the mother's busy voice could be faintly heard. Cole thought about it for a while, and then nodded hard.
Robert was standing next to him without noticing it, so he held his breath like this, as if the air in the entire scene had solidified.
Hugo-No, it should be Malcolm. His expression is deep and heavy. His soft and warm tone always carries a trace of hesitation and uncertainty. He tries to make his emotions lighter, trying to stand on a stand. I looked at the problem from the perspective of a ten-year-old child, but the amber eyes were full of uneasy emotions, which flashed lightly under the not bright light.
As for Cole, who stands opposite Malcolm, his pale little face always has a trace of panic, as if he is a deer who will be alarmed at any time, every step is so panic and light, he seems to listen to even a little voice. Less than. Whenever Malcolm spoke about a problem, the fear in Cole's eyes intensified, and his wandering eyes created an atmosphere of horror.
The spark between Hugo and Haley can be clearly felt even a few steps away in space. The tight and soft atmosphere is like icy cold air, slowly spreading throughout the room. . Even though the room was not cold at all at this time, Robert couldn't help but shudder twice in a row.
Robert looked at Hugo's eyes seriously, those amber eyes always had a trace of uneasy caution, as if there was a castle in the sky in front of him, which might disappear at any time, the kind of thrilling atmosphere that slowed the heart to the extreme. Penetrating all the pores on his body and digging into the blood, as if slowly freezing him into ice.
It is hard to imagine that just relying on the power of performance created that kind of tension, and Robert couldn't help but turned his head and looked behind him, as if there was a spirit behind him standing behind him.
Malcolm’s first three questions were so violent that Cole took three steps forward, only one step away from being on the couch, which made Malcolm’s eyes burst of confidence, and relatively speaking, Cole's eyes became more and more uncertain, and the vague fear made the air almost suffocated.
But then, Malcolm made a mistake. He saw the old men's watch on Cole's wrist and said in a deep voice, "Your father will leave that watch for you before he leaves." But Cole hesitated again and again. However, he took a step back. The original problem of the tenacity was actually wrong. This made Malcolm's eyes flash slightly, a little uncertain. The confidence that had just been established was as if the ice and snow melted in an instant. Even the smile at the corner of his mouth was slightly stiff.
Cole seemed to be so different from Malcolm's mood swings, and explained, "He forgot it in the drawer. It's broken."
Malcolm let out a sigh of relief, but his inner self-confidence was difficult to organize again. He removed Cole's eyes for the first time, lowered his eyes slightly, hiding the mixed emotions deep in his eyes, and subconsciously grasped it with his left hand. She took her right hand and gently twisted her fingertips. After a while, after the struggle under his eyes was cleared up, he raised his eyes again, but the amber light dimmed a little, "You are very quiet in school, but you have always been a good student. Never get into trouble."
Cole's eyes flickered slightly, and he actually took a step back. This made Malcolm a little anxious. He actually moved his sitting posture, his eyes fixed on Cole's retreating steps, but his confidence had been hit hard, and he could hardly hide his uneasiness. He kept looking up and down at Cole. , As if Cole's retreat is repeating Vincent's tragedy, little by little out of his control. But Malcolm had no way to catch Cole directly, because it was psychological alienation, and physical control would only exacerbate this alienation. This made Malcolm press his dry lips continuously and gently buckle his left hand. With the thumb of his right hand, the fear that he would be completely lost if he let go, made the heart beat slower and slower, almost inaudible.
"One time in an art class," Cole's breath stabilized unconsciously, as if he was far away from Malcolm, it made him feel safe, even his voice no longer trembles. "Whatever we paint. I drew one person, and the other pierced his neck with a screwdriver."
Cole's answer not only caused Malcolm to lose his confidence, but also to be alert-he sounded Vincent again, his breathing stopped in an instant, and Malcolm almost muttered. To, "Did you see it on TV? Cole."
Cole took a step back again, but this time he didn't explain Malcolm's problem, but went on to say, "Everyone is angry. They called mom to school, and mom started to cry. "At this point, Cole's voice began to tremble again, as if he was afraid of something, "I won't draw these later."
"What are you drawing now?" Malcolm could feel Cole's fear, but he couldn't tell why. He could only ask carefully Cole let out a sigh of relief. "I draw... smiling people, running dogs, and rainbows. Drawing rainbows won't get you into trouble."
"Yes, I don't think so." Malcolm squeezed his fingers hard and frowned slightly in the middle. Although subtle, he could clearly feel the heaviness of his heart.
Cole turned his head and looked at his side, and looked up and down, as if someone was standing next to him. This made his eyes even more terrified. He held his breath and faced Marco. Mu said, "What am I thinking now?"
Malcolm clenched his teeth tightly and pressed his lips, but in the end he chose to be honest, "I don't know what you are thinking." This made Cole take a step back again, and the despair in Malcolm's eyes surged again. Coming up, helpless and gloomy grabbed his heart, squeezed it hard, but didn't let it go, Malcolm stiffened in place, and the sadness between his eyebrows was so thick that he couldn't get rid of it.
Cole shook his head slightly, "I'm thinking, you are very nice, but you can't help me..." After finishing speaking, Cole left the hall and just missed his room. But Malcolm, who was sitting in place, couldn't make any movements, as if his soul had been frozen stiff, sitting in place.
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Robert stood by and looked at it carefully. He was smiling on his face, but no one could guess the true thoughts in his heart. In fact, Robert was observing Hugo's performance at this time. He was always very curious why so many film critics praised Hugo, and more importantly, many crew members also praised Hugo.
You know, compared to those big bosses, senior Hollywood staff are often more powerful, such as screenwriters, photographers, screenwriters, scene writers, lighting artists, makeup artists, etc., because they are the first-line figures at work, they Although the power in hand is small, it can often change more things. Therefore, it has never been easy to win the praise of these staff.
When Robert came to the scene today, he wanted to observe with his own eyes.
Robert could perceive the slightest difference, but he couldn't tell why. The scene was not officially filmed yet, and Hugo sitting on the sofa was already different. The slowly settling aura seems...some cold, but mixed with a little warmth; a little alienated, but at the same time showing a soft and kindness-this is so contradictory that Robert can't figure it out at all. . But what is certain is that just from the back, Robert noticed the subtle changes in Hugo.
The sound of the recording of the scene resounded through the set, which caused Robert to withdraw his attention and fully immersed himself in it.
Lynn walked into the kitchen and only Cole was standing at the door. Malcolm still had a faint smile on his face. It seemed that he was in a relaxed mood because of the conversation between Lynn and Cole, but this smile was not complete. Stretching out, just staying at the corner of his mouth, he tried hard to relax his shoulders, but when he saw Cole coming over, he still leaned forward a bit and made a proactive posture.
Facing Cole, Malcolm seemed too cautious. He always avoided repeating Vincent's tragedy, but Malcolm didn't know which link went wrong. So, this time with Cole is a brand new start, and Malcolm must be cautious-but it seems a bit too tight.
"Hi." Malcolm smiled and greeted him softly. Cole walked over at a gentle pace, but stopped five steps away from Malcolm, and Malcolm did the same. Don't mind, pointed at the sofa chair across from him with two fingers, "Want to sit?"
Cole looked at the sofa in front of him hesitantly, then shook his head, but remained silent.
The alienated vigilance made Malcolm clearly feel that the smile at the corner of his mouth was slightly reduced, but it never disappeared, "Don't you want to talk today?" This without any offensive words and attitude made Cole a little relaxed. , Finally came into contact with Malcolm's sight, but Cole still shook his head slightly without speaking.
Malcolm pursed his mouth and smiled, a gentle flash of eyesight flashed, but his left hand was rubbing the fingertips of his right hand. This small detail revealed his inner tension, "Want to play a game?" Marco Cole's relaxed tone made Cole look suspicious, and Malcolm couldn't help but explain, "It's a game of reading thoughts..." Malcolm's expression became relaxed, and a slight smile reflected from his eyes. , But the depressed and dull atmosphere on the scene still seemed quiet and difficult, "I read your thoughts, and if I am right, you will take a step forward; if I am wrong, you will take a step back to the door. If you walk away When you get to the chair, you sit down; when you retreat to the door, you can go. Do you want to play?"
Cole looked at the kitchen with some worry, where the mother's busy voice could be faintly heard. Cole thought about it for a while, and then nodded hard.
Robert was standing next to him without noticing it, so he held his breath like this, as if the air in the entire scene had solidified.
Hugo-No, it should be Malcolm. His expression is deep and heavy. His soft and warm tone always carries a trace of hesitation and uncertainty. He tries to make his emotions lighter, trying to stand on a stand. I looked at the problem from the perspective of a ten-year-old child, but the amber eyes were full of uneasy emotions, which flashed lightly under the not bright light.
As for Cole, who stands opposite Malcolm, his pale little face always has a trace of panic, as if he is a deer who will be alarmed at any time, every step is so panic and light, he seems to listen to even a little voice. Less than. Whenever Malcolm spoke about a problem, the fear in Cole's eyes intensified, and his wandering eyes created an atmosphere of horror.
The spark between Hugo and Haley can be clearly felt even a few steps away in space. The tight and soft atmosphere is like icy cold air, slowly spreading throughout the room. . Even though the room was not cold at all at this time, Robert couldn't help but shudder twice in a row.
Robert looked at Hugo's eyes seriously, those amber eyes always had a trace of uneasy caution, as if there was a castle in the sky in front of him, which might disappear at any time, the kind of thrilling atmosphere that slowed the heart to the extreme. Penetrating all the pores on his body and digging into the blood, as if slowly freezing him into ice.
It is hard to imagine that just relying on the power of performance created that kind of tension, and Robert couldn't help but turned his head and looked behind him, as if there was a spirit behind him standing behind him.
Malcolm’s first three questions were so violent that Cole took three steps forward, only one step away from being on the couch, which made Malcolm’s eyes burst of confidence, and relatively speaking, Cole's eyes became more and more uncertain, and the vague fear made the air almost suffocated.
But then, Malcolm made a mistake. He saw the old men's watch on Cole's wrist and said in a deep voice, "Your father will leave that watch for you before he leaves." But Cole hesitated again and again. However, he took a step back. The original problem of the tenacity was actually wrong. This made Malcolm's eyes flash slightly, a little uncertain. The confidence that had just been established was as if the ice and snow melted in an instant. Even the smile at the corner of his mouth was slightly stiff.
Cole seemed to be so different from Malcolm's mood swings, and explained, "He forgot it in the drawer. It's broken."
Malcolm let out a sigh of relief, but his inner self-confidence was difficult to organize again. He removed Cole's eyes for the first time, lowered his eyes slightly, hiding the mixed emotions deep in his eyes, and subconsciously grasped it with his left hand. She took her right hand and gently twisted her fingertips. After a while, after the struggle under his eyes was cleared up, he raised his eyes again, but the amber light dimmed a little, "You are very quiet in school, but you have always been a good student. Never get into trouble."
Cole's eyes flickered slightly, and he actually took a step back. This made Malcolm a little anxious. He actually moved his sitting posture, his eyes fixed on Cole's retreating steps, but his confidence had been hit hard, and he could hardly hide his uneasiness. He kept looking up and down at Cole. , As if Cole's retreat is repeating Vincent's tragedy, little by little out of his control. But Malcolm had no way to catch Cole directly, because it was psychological alienation, and physical control would only exacerbate this alienation. This made Malcolm press his dry lips continuously and gently buckle his left hand. With the thumb of his right hand, the fear that he would be completely lost if he let go, made the heart beat slower and slower, almost inaudible.
"One time in an art class," Cole's breath stabilized unconsciously, as if he was far away from Malcolm, it made him feel safe, even his voice no longer trembles. "Whatever we paint. I drew one person, and the other pierced his neck with a screwdriver."
Cole's answer not only caused Malcolm to lose his confidence, but also to be alert-he sounded Vincent again, his breathing stopped in an instant, and Malcolm almost muttered. To, "Did you see it on TV? Cole."
Cole took a step back again, but this time he didn't explain Malcolm's problem, but went on to say, "Everyone is angry. They called mom to school, and mom started to cry. "At this point, Cole's voice began to tremble again, as if he was afraid of something, "I won't draw these later."
"What are you drawing now?" Malcolm could feel Cole's fear, but he couldn't tell why. He could only ask carefully Cole let out a sigh of relief. "I draw... smiling people, running dogs, and rainbows. Drawing rainbows won't get you into trouble."
"Yes, I don't think so." Malcolm squeezed his fingers hard and frowned slightly in the middle. Although subtle, he could clearly feel the heaviness of his heart.
Cole turned his head and looked at his side, and looked up and down, as if someone was standing next to him. This made his eyes even more terrified. He held his breath and faced Marco. Mu said, "What am I thinking now?"
Malcolm clenched his teeth tightly and pressed his lips, but in the end he chose to be honest, "I don't know what you are thinking." This made Cole take a step back again, and the despair in Malcolm's eyes surged again. Coming up, helpless and gloomy grabbed his heart, squeezed it hard, but didn't let it go, Malcolm stiffened in place, and the sadness between his eyebrows was so thick that he couldn't get rid of it.
Cole shook his head slightly, "I'm thinking, you are very nice, but you can't help me..." After finishing speaking, Cole left the hall and just missed his room. But Malcolm, who was sitting in place, couldn't make any movements, as if his soul had been frozen stiff, sitting in place.
Robert stood by and looked at it carefully. He was smiling on his face, but no one could guess the true thoughts in his heart. In fact, Robert was observing Hugo's performance at this time. He was always very curious why so many film critics praised Hugo, and more importantly, many crew members also praised Hugo.You know, compared to those big bosses, senior Hollywood staff are often more powerful, such as screenwriters, photographers, screenwriters, scene writers, lighting artists, makeup artists, etc., because they are the first-line figures at work, they Although the power in hand is small, it can often change more things. Therefore, it has never been easy to win the praise of these staff.When Robert came to the scene today, he wanted to observe with his own eyes.Robert could perceive the slightest difference, but he couldn't tell why. The scene was not officially filmed yet, and Hugo sitting on the sofa was already different. The slowly settling aura seems...some cold, but mixed with a little warmth; a little alienated, but at the same time showing a soft and kindness-this is so contradictory that Robert can't figure it out at all. . But what is certain is that just from the back, Robert noticed the subtle changes in Hugo.The sound of the recording of the scene resounded through the set, which caused Robert to withdraw his attention and fully immersed himself in it.Lynn walked into the kitchen and only Cole was standing at the door. Malcolm still had a faint smile on his face. It seemed that he was in a relaxed mood because of the conversation between Lynn and Cole, but this smile was not complete. Stretching out, just staying at the corner of his mouth, he tried hard to relax his shoulders, but when he saw Cole coming over, he still leaned forward a bit and made a proactive posture.Facing Cole, Malcolm seemed too cautious. He always avoided repeating Vincent's tragedy, but Malcolm didn't know which link went wrong. So, this time with Cole is a brand new start, and Malcolm must be cautious-but it seems a bit too tight."Hi." Malcolm smiled and greeted him softly. Cole walked over at a gentle pace, but stopped five steps away from Malcolm, and Malcolm did the same. Don't mind, pointed at the sofa chair across from him with two fingers, "Want to sit?"Cole looked at the sofa in front of him hesitantly, then shook his head, but remained silent.The alienated vigilance made Malcolm clearly feel that the smile at the corner of his mouth was slightly reduced, but it never disappeared, "Don't you want to talk today?" This without any offensive words and attitude made Cole a little relaxed. , Finally came into contact with Malcolm's sight, but Cole still shook his head slightly without speaking.Malcolm pursed his mouth and smiled, a gentle flash of eyesight flashed, but his left hand was rubbing the fingertips of his right hand. This small detail revealed his inner tension, "Want to play a game?" Marco Cole's relaxed tone made Cole look suspicious, and Malcolm couldn't help but explain, "It's a game of reading thoughts..." Malcolm's expression became relaxed, and a slight smile reflected from his eyes. , But the depressed and dull atmosphere on the scene still seemed quiet and difficult, "I read your thoughts, and if I am right, you will take a step forward; if I am wrong, you will take a step back to the door. If you walk away When you get to the chair, you sit down; when you retreat to the door, you can go. Do you want to play?"Cole looked at the kitchen with some worry, where the mother's busy voice could be faintly heard. Cole thought about it for a while, and then nodded hard.Robert was standing next to him without noticing it, so he held his breath like this, as if the air in the entire scene had solidified.Hugo-No, it should be Malcolm. His expression is deep and heavy. His soft and warm tone always carries a trace of hesitation and uncertainty. He tries to make his emotions lighter, trying to stand on a stand. I looked at the problem from the perspective of a ten-year-old child, but the amber eyes were full of uneasy emotions, which flashed lightly under the not bright light.As for Cole, who stands opposite Malcolm, his pale little face always has a trace of panic, as if he is a deer who will be alarmed at any time, every step is so panic and light, he seems to listen to even a little voice. Less than. Whenever Malcolm spoke about a problem, the fear in Cole's eyes intensified, and his wandering eyes created an atmosphere of horror.The spark between Hugo and Haley can be clearly felt even a few steps away in space. The tight and soft atmosphere is like icy cold air, slowly spreading throughout the room. . Even though the room was not cold at all at this time, Robert couldn't help but shudder twice in a row.Robert looked at Hugo's eyes seriously, those amber eyes always had a trace of uneasy caution, as if there was a castle in the sky in front of him, which might disappear at any time, the kind of thrilling atmosphere that slowed the heart to the extreme. Penetrating all the pores on his body and digging into the blood, as if slowly freezing him into ice.It is hard to imagine that just relying on the power of performance created that kind of tension, and Robert couldn't help but turned his head and looked behind him, as if there was a spirit behind him standing behind him.Malcolm's first three questions were so violent that Cole took three steps forward, only one step away from being on the couch, which made Malcolm's eyes burst of confidence, and relatively speaking, Cole's eyes became more and more uncertain, and the vague fear made the air almost suffocated.But then, Malcolm made a mistake. He saw the old men's watch on Cole's wrist and said in a deep voice, "Your father will leave that watch for you before he leaves." But Cole hesitated again and again. However, he took a step back. The original problem of the tenacity was actually wrong. This made Malcolm's eyes flash slightly, a little uncertain. The confidence that had just been established was as if the ice and snow melted in an instant. Even the smile at the corner of his mouth was slightly stiff.Cole seemed to be so different from Malcolm's mood swings, and explained, "He forgot it in the drawer. It's broken."Malcolm let out a sigh of relief, but his inner self-confidence was difficult to organize again. He removed Cole's eyes for the first time, lowered his eyes slightly, hiding the mixed emotions deep in his eyes, and subconsciously grasped it with his left hand. She took her right hand and gently twisted her fingertips. After a while, after the struggle under his eyes was cleared up, he raised his eyes again, but the amber light dimmed a little, "You are very quiet in school, but you have always been a good student. Never get into trouble."Cole's eyes flickered slightly, and he actually took a step back. This made Malcolm a little anxious. He actually moved his sitting posture, his eyes fixed on Cole's retreating steps, but his confidence had been hit hard, and he could hardly hide his uneasiness. He kept looking up and down at Cole. , As if Cole's retreat is repeating Vincent's tragedy, little by little out of his control. But Malcolm had no way to catch Cole directly, because it was psychological alienation, and physical control would only exacerbate this alienation. This made Malcolm press his dry lips continuously and gently buckle his left hand. With the thumb of his right hand, the fear that he would be completely lost if he let go, made the heart beat slower and slower, almost inaudible."One time in an art class," Cole's breath stabilized unconsciously, as if he was far away from Malcolm, it made him feel safe, even his voice no longer trembles. "Whatever we paint. I drew one person, and the other pierced his neck with a screwdriver."Cole's answer not only caused Malcolm to lose his confidence, but also to be alert-he sounded Vincent again, his breathing stopped in an instant, and Malcolm almost muttered. To, "Did you see it on TV? Cole."Cole took a step back again, but this time he didn't explain Malcolm's problem, but went on to say, "Everyone is angry. They called mom to school, and mom started to cry. "At this point, Cole's voice began to tremble again, as if he was afraid of something, "I won't draw these later.""What are you drawing now?" Malcolm could feel Cole's fear, but he couldn't tell why. He could only ask carefully Cole let out a sigh of relief. "I draw... smiling people, running dogs, and rainbows. Drawing rainbows won't get you into trouble.""Yes, I don't think so." Malcolm squeezed his fingers hard and frowned slightly in the middle. Although subtle, he could clearly feel the heaviness of his heart.Cole turned his head and looked at his side, and looked up and down, as if someone was standing next to him. This made his eyes even more terrified. He held his breath and faced Marco. Mu said, "What am I thinking now?"Malcolm clenched his teeth tightly and pressed his lips, but in the end he chose to be honest, "I don't know what you are thinking." This made Cole take a step back again, and the despair in Malcolm's eyes surged again. Coming up, helpless and gloomy grabbed his heart, squeezed it hard, but didn't let it go, Malcolm stiffened in place, and the sadness between his eyebrows was so thick that he couldn't get rid of it.Cole shook his head slightly, "I'm thinking, you are very nice, but you can't help me..." After finishing speaking, Cole left the hall and just missed his room. But Malcolm, who was sitting in place, couldn't make any movements, as if his soul had been frozen stiff, sitting in place.
