[US Entertainment] Hollywood reverses life

The Redstone family's mansion in Los Angeles.

This is a secluded old house. It was already night, and the whole house was surprisingly quiet, with only a few gleams of light from the moon shining on the lawn.

In the whole house, most of the lights were extinguished, only a few rooms were still dimly lit.

Hughes packed his luggage in a quiet and even deserted room by himself. He had been packing his luggage here leisurely for a while.

He is not in a hurry, but moves very slowly.

It was a high-end suitcase made of black leather. He took a few shirts from the closet and stuffed them into the suitcase.

Then he took out another stack of bills from the drawer and stuffed them into his wallet.

He looks like he intends to travel far, at least he intends to.

He undid the front buttons of his shirt, rolled his Adam's apple, and took a few deep breaths quietly.

Under the loosened button, you can see the golden and sparse chest hair on his chest, as well as the raised chest muscles.

He was strangely silent, as he always was.

The door was pushed open and Grace walked in.

With a very bored look on her face, "Hughes, are you sure you want to go to Canada?"

Hughes picked up the glass on the table and drank a whole glass of ice water in a few sips, "My immigration application has been approved. In fact, from now on, I am already a Canadian, mother."

Grace knew she couldn't convince Hughes. She didn't even know her son at all, and she had no idea why he suddenly immigrated to Canada.

She said, "You have to come back to see me at least four times a month."

"I've promised you, mother." Hughes's answer was inaudible. In fact, his whole person has been a little different recently.

He often meditates alone, you can still see the arrogance and pride in him, but there is something different about him, at least he has restrained a lot.

No one knew what he was thinking until one day he told Grace that the Immigration Bureau had approved his immigration application, and Grace was too surprised to believe it.

He accomplished whatever he wanted to do quietly by himself, he would not discuss with anyone, he always had his own set of theories, and all his principles of action were based on his own set theory.

For example, he treated his relationship with Joey back then, but he regretted it.

Unfortunately, he knows that regret is the most useless logic in the world.

But he knows one thing, without leaving this place, he can't get rid of the memory of the past.He doesn't want to be bound by the past, because he wants to be worthy of himself.

Grace's words broke his thoughts, "Shall I see you?"

He coldly refused, "No need."

Grace seemed to be suppressed for a long time, and finally couldn't help but burst out, "Hughes, can you tell me why you must leave Los Angeles and go to Canada? I know you always have your own set of theories, but you don't say it , I feel uneasy."

Hughes rubbed his temples, he couldn't understand his mother's personality of always asking any question to the end, "For myself, mother, are you satisfied with this answer?"

"Of course I'm not satisfied!" Grace said more and more angry, "Who is your temper like? Why can't you explain all the problems clearly, just like you obviously still like that Joey Grant, you Why don't you go and talk to her?"

"I spoke to her and I got rejected," Hughes said quietly.

Grace said sharply: "Didn't you tell her that you left her for her own good?"

These words brought Hughes a sudden frown and cold eyes. He looked at Grace, "Why do you say that?"

Grace replied, "I guess."

Hughes still didn't intend to tell anyone, "Then you guessed wrong."

In the early morning of the second day, he arrived at the airport. When he was in the waiting hall, he stood alone at the boarding gate for a long time.

He never thought about making a final phone call to Joey at all. He was very proud. Since she made her choice, he would follow his own choice.

He was just, a little emotional.

As for what he was feeling, he didn't know himself, it was too complicated, and he couldn't tell the difference.

He boarded a plane to Vancouver.

He thought he could give up everything in the past in Canada and start a new life worthy of himself.

Originally, he thought so.

but no.

He was unmarried all his life and lived a long life alone.

He no longer set foot in the film industry, but spent his whole life traveling all over the world.

He rode camels alone in the Egyptian desert, wandered alone along the Aegean Sea, overlooked all beings on the Great Wall alone, and hunted alone in the jungles of South Africa.

He doesn't like being alone, but he knows that he is only suitable for being alone.

All his life he hadn't found a single reason not to be alone.

When he got older, he adopted a Chinese girl.

As the girl grew up, she began to realize that there were countless pictures of the father alone in the house.

He was not in a frame, but in a photo album in his own collection, which contained a large volume of Hughes' photographs.

They were all taken when he was traveling alone. The backgrounds range from Egypt, South Africa, Beijing, Hong Kong, Paris, Jerusalem to New Zealand, Australia, and Tokyo. Hughes has traveled almost all over the world by himself.

He kept these photos in one place and never let anyone know about them, but his adopted daughter discovered them.

The adopted daughter would ask him, "Dad, I didn't expect you to take so many photos. Is this what you looked like when you were young? You are so handsome."

Hughes, who already had gray hair on his temples, was lying on a recliner. He was still as silent as ever, "Put it back after reading it."

But the daughter still asked curiously, "Dad, you never take photos. I didn't expect to take so many photos secretly when you were traveling."

Even though Hughes is getting older, the arrogant smile still seems to have not changed, "I just think that a person is too lonely in the world, and there should be something left behind."

The ten-year-old daughter walked over and shook Hughes' thigh, "Dad, you are not alone, you have me."

Hughes didn't speak, but nodded.

"Father, how many places have you been to?" the daughter asked eagerly.

"Much."

The daughter looked at him with eyes full of novelty about the world, "Then where is your favorite?"

"No matter how many places I have been to, Los Angeles will always be the most beautiful place in my heart."

The daughter gave a long answer.

Many times, Hughes feels that although all these seem lonely, they are not all like that. At least, he enjoys this kind of loneliness most of the time.

He originally left Los Angeles and came to Canada with the purpose of throwing away the shackles of past memories and starting a new life.

He thought he'd find someone new, dispatch his solitude.

But he was wrong. He still remembered Joey Grant in his heart until the second half of his life.

Only then did he realize that there were inevitably regrets in this life.

Probably, he owed her.

Probably, God didn't like how he had pushed her into a corner like that.

Therefore, he enjoyed the loneliness all his life, just because he couldn't calm down and deal with any new people who broke into his life.

Countless years have passed, and it would be far-fetched to say that he still likes Joy Grant, but he still thinks of her often.

It doesn't matter, these are not important anymore.He walked through these decades of life alone.It will probably go all the way to the end.

He was getting old day by day, until the day when he was too old, he didn't realize that death was approaching.

He faced it calmly, but he didn't know that God already had other arrangements.

Probably every person who dies will be tortured by God before he dies, and that is everyone's dying confession.

Hughes believed in Christianity. Although he was not very devout, he did not change his belief until his death.

He has been stubborn and hard-spoken all his life, and when he confessed at the end of his life, he finally admitted that he regretted that matter.

Although he regretted it, he didn't have much regret, because as he said, everything he did was based on his own set of reasons. Others may not understand it, but he would still do it.

Hughes died at home.

It was a cloudy and rainy weather, and crows came up in groups, as if they wanted to tear the desolation of the night with their voices.

He has no regrets, so he doesn't want to change anything.It ended well, and he fit in nicely.

However, he did not expect that God would really listen to people's dying confessions, and God would really joke with people.

When he woke up again, it was the precarious year 2003.

This year, the Iraq War is about to start.

This year, the American aerospace ship has not yet exploded.

This year was also the worst year for Joey Grant.

Jiang Lang exhausted his talents, suffered bankruptcy, was forced to block, and was rejected by the audience.

This year, she became the most unpopular director in Hollywood, criticized by film critics, and hated by audiences.

When Hughes woke up, he walked down from the bed and took out a mobile phone from the drawer of the bedside table. He turned to the phone number that was so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar with it, and then dialed it.

After a few thrilling "beeps - beeps - beeps -", ​​a familiar voice answered from the opposite side, "Hello."

Hughes asked, "Joy Grant?"

The other party replied: "Hughes, why do you ask such a strange question, of course I am Joey Grant."