Basic information

Ancestral place: Wuxi City, Jiangsu Province

Hugh Photo (24 photos) Birthplace: Shanghai Zodiac: Dog Title: Prince of Costume Drama, Senior Young Literary Motto: The meaning of life is not limited to survival. Clouds in the sky and water in the bottle. What I want to do most: be a director. Travel by car. Ask yourself: don't idle away your time. I used to use my name: Hu Ke (only used for one month when I was born) to worship people: Zhao Yunhua, Luo Geng, Jacky Cheung, Jiang Wen, Wong Kar-wai, Yu Hua, Zhang Li and other favorite leisure: photography, cars, Harley motorcycles, travel, basketball, tennis, favorite animals: cats (on the day of birth, cats came to my home, so I became attached, and I still have cats. Agent: Karen Tsoi (Cai Yinong) Company: Shanghai Tangren Film Production Co., Ltd.; Record company: Golden Wind Record Company (formerly EMI EMI EMI Records Company, merged) Address: hana, 2nd floor, C1-6, E Warehouse, Putuo District, Shanghai, transferred to Hugh for collection (postcode: 211161)

About sideline business

Involved in catering industry. Restaurant name: sou FOUNT

7-year activity photos of Hugh (19 photos) Restaurant address: No.571 Yongjia Road, No.5 Yongjiating, near Yueyang Road. Restaurant category: mainly engaged in advanced Japanese cuisine, as well as desserts, and used as a bar. Restaurant information: The restaurant covers an area of about 651 square meters, with a monthly rent of 211,111 RMB and an initial investment of 5 million RMB. This was invested and operated by him and three friends, including the high school deskmate King, and Hugh's shares accounted for 41%. The restaurant is run by the good brother King (FOUNT restaurant manager). Hugh said: "We have a scientific calculation of this lot, including the passenger flow. This place is very good, because I have great feelings for it. I used to live near here, and my primary and secondary schools are all near here. "

study experience

Primary school: Shanghai Xiangyang Primary School (1989—1995) Junior High School: Shanghai No.2 Middle School, Class 1, Grade 94 (1995—1998) Senior High School: Shanghai No.2 Middle School, Class 3, Grade 98 (1998—2111); Class 7, Grade 11, Senior Middle School, Shanghai No.2 Middle School (2111-2111) University: Class 2111, Performance Department, Shanghai Theatre Academy (2111-2115)

Self-introduction

When I was a child, I was very simple and liked to squat in the toilet and sing in the bathtub, so "singing at random" basically summarized my childhood. When I grow up, I am still simple, and I like to chew over words in front of the computer, so "Hugh" has become "Brother Gu Yue". "Ancient" stands for nostalgia, "Moon" stands for affection, "Brother" stands for loyalty, and "Owe" stands for imperfection. Nostalgia makes me fall in love with art, which can carry good memories; Affectionate let me choose the performance major of Shanghai Theatre Academy, because I am willing to pour my rich feelings into the stage; Loyalty makes me always put my friends in the most important position; Imperfection makes me full of curiosity and longing for life. This is me, simple me. Describe yourself: this person looks a little cute and seems to be a little handsome. Of course, this "handsome" is just barely crowned. There are three reasons: first, I like to laugh. Affectionate people now call it "flowers". Flowers are not cool, those who are not cool are upset, those who are upset are not wise, and those who are not wise are disabled. Is disability handsome? Second, I like to talk. Multilingual people now call it "poverty". The poor are not honest, the dishonest are floating, the floating are not brave, and the brave are empty. Is the emptiness handsome? Third, I like to think. Those who think more today call it "softness". Soft people are not strong, those who are not strong are worried, those who are worried have no ambition, and those who have no ambition are mediocre. Is mediocrity handsome? High school composition fragment "The sunshine in early spring shuttles between buildings in this big city with golden warmth, which takes away the biting cold in winter and leaves people with infinite reverie about spring." There is a ray of sunshine that seems to care for a certain place. It does not hesitate to pass through the dusty glass, regardless of the darkness and humidity of the surrounding environment. Persistently pour its light and heat into an inconspicuous corner on the second floor of an old-fashioned villa ... "Personal Quotations/ Words and talents (selected) ☆ The scenery in the distance is always more beautiful and clearer, and the unreachable is always better and more precious. ☆ On the way to Hugh < P >, we should also hold on to the ones in front of us and around us. ☆ Fragmented and dead memories are falling with the wind and gently next to the rut where you are far away. ☆ We met at different street corners and met at different moments, waiting for us to miss it. ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ At a glance, let him dream for a night. That night, she hurried to let him pursue his dreams for a year. Suddenly, you came to him as kindly as the cigarette on his mouth burned out, and you don't need to worry about seeing you again when you wake up. ☆ You want to be a free-flying bird. I am willing to be the bamboo prison that people revile. I am not the blue sky that you are flying in, nor the arms that you are looking for all day. I just want to rely on me to escape with you temporarily. You are floating in the clouds. Sometimes I hang on the treetops, you sing and I wander. Who trapped each other and who hurt who? The street between the clouds is looming in the wind. Even the dust in the world is not changing. It is blown away. It is blown away. The wind has finally stopped ... The hot fireball rises as usual and burns its followers as usual. In memory, my mother has a pair of warm hands and likes to hold my nose. In memory, my mother has one. My cold hands always spank my ass and knock my head. Now I can't feel her warmth and coldness, but I can only see her fat mother. Please forgive me for always carrying my luggage away from Mother's Day. I really want to shake your hand. I photographed the lazy sunset in the boring winter. You said it was the golden autumn covered with happy leaves. I was already tired of the silence of winter, but your autumn was still long. The anxiety and anxiety in my heart when the lights were on and the night fell. The sense of urgency is also unexpected. One day, what has been done in the past and what has not been done is too late to count in detail. The night is getting late, and it is too late to hide. It is too late to regret. ☆ Two months ago, the mirror threw a man who felt confused and scared in front of me. His face was bruised and covered in blood. The strange man struggled to open his eyes and stared at me. His face was covered with needle and thread, as if he had just come out of a tailor's shop. His tight expression made his eyes look dull and confused. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak. I thought it would be miserable if I became like that, so I closed the curtain behind me. In an instant, darkness blocked my conversation with the mirror and rejected the hope that light brought me. I can't tell the direction in the dark, let alone see myself clearly. I feel confused and scared. I feel the pain of the wound. I want to speak loudly but I don't know what to say ... I feel ridiculous. There is no end to escape. I'm trying to face myself and reality, and I know I have to learn to bear it, even if I'm not ready to accept it.

Selected Photographs of Hugh with Mosaic Scenery (19 photos) (In 2116, from "Looking in the Mirror" by "Happy Scavengers") ☆ Autumn wind, with wet and cold air, set off a colorful curtain of fallen leaves on the street covered with phoenix trees ... The tired sunshine dragged out a long figure and gradually faded the colorful flowers. At this time, only the autumn chrysanthemum blooms in the withering, and a person walks on a familiar street, trying to make himself no longer sad. I feel the peace of the crown leaves after returning to the roots. (in 2116, If that's true, please blow away the petals scattered in front of the door. I don't want the lingering fragrance after withering. If that's true, please drive away the clouds piled up in the air. I don't mind the dark gray on rainy days. If that's true, please erase the ripples in the middle of the lake. I just want to see the truth after calm. Those who persist forever and keep their promises will only appear in the mirror, hide in the shadow and dissolve in the breeze caressing their cheeks. In a second, the only person who never leaves you is yourself ☆ I wake up from a drunken dream and realize that I'm spending the last night in Dali. At dawn, I'm going to pack my bags and go to another place. I'll leave you on the most beautiful Erhai Lake, and the horse thief Tashi said that Erhai Lake is also called "Er" Sea, which is a "you" without company. I'm sorry, I'll just leave you on a long voyage and watch until I come back to the place where I was drunk ☆ Look. The stone at the bottom of the water is unbearable for you. Look at the shadow on the surface of the water again. The light borne by the light earth is unbearable for you. The light blown away by the light is reality and illusion. Belief and suspicion are the weight that you and I have been trying to balance all our lives. ☆ A long time ago, there was a big freight elevator in my father's factory. The uncle who opened the elevator was always happy and forgot how old I was that year. I only remember that his left front teeth were more than half of mine. Long ago, my aunt lived in a tall building and went to her house to take it. The elevator driven by my fierce aunt still can't remember how old I was at that time. I only remember how to jump, which was 19 stories and one centimeter short ... There was a forgotten "a long time ago" hanging on the wall, where there were my fallen front teeth and the "one centimeter" that we could never reach

(Hugh likes photography to inspire words, and when his gorgeous language came out, he had already lost his rich feelings and enthusiasm for life. Perhaps what we really like is this engaging literary style, because it is different from other artists and only belongs to "poetic" Hugh. Features of writing: no punctuation, illustrated with pictures and texts. Language features: either plain and sincere, lively and humorous, or romantic and melodramatic. )