Stendhal Syndrome [Entertainment]

"Mo Ci, are you dissatisfied with your desires?" After being teased five times by Mo Ci secretly, Xu Zihe finally broke out, "We haven't seen each other for five days, and we haven't even called, so I can't be the one who provoked you Bar?"

"You didn't provoke me." Mo Ci fastened his seat belt before the stewardess reminded him, and smiled at the other party.

"So it's really dissatisfaction with desire." Xu Zihe concluded, "What's wrong? Didn't win?"

Mo Ci didn't bother to pay attention to him, and looked up at the empty tarmac outside the window, where he could still see some wings of other planes.

Merovingen was silent for a while after listening to his words that day, and then said, "Although we hit it off in other respects, on this attitude, Mo Ci, we probably won't be able to reach an agreement."

After he finished speaking, he took a sip of the red wine, "Also, I also like Ruby's oaky aroma."

He didn't talk about sexual discord, nor did he say that he conforms to his aesthetics, but he just said that he couldn't agree with each other, so he beat Mo Ci to death.He smiled when he heard this, and picked up his glass to drink.

In fact, not taking Meroving won't make him angry. Not everyone in this world wants to have a relationship with him for granted, and it's not like no one has rejected him before. For example, his former male protagonist Lin Shen and The previous male protagonist, Lou Que, knew a lot of things after everyone had finished their vague and ambiguous conversation.

Oh, Mo Ci finally found a pattern, it turned out that he was at odds with the movie.

Oh, this is really an astonishing discovery.

After arriving in Florence, the people Xu Zihe had arranged in advance had already made other arrangements, so he could go directly to nine o'clock. Mo Ci gave everyone a three-day vacation to let everyone feel the atmosphere of this art capital, what to drink and what to buy, When the time comes to shoot, don't be distracted.Of course, there is another most important reason, the actor is not around.After drinking the red wine that day, Meroving went to catch the plane. If Mo Ci hadn't known that he had something to do in advance, he would have thought that he was forced to flee in a panic by his words.

As the capital of Tuscany and the production place of the world's most famous Italian wine, Mo Ci naturally enjoys himself in this kind of place. He has been here once before, and he tasted it that time. The classic red wine with the black chicken logo, although he hasn't had such a good wine this time, he still thinks it is very good.

On the last day, Mo Ci took a few photos in the San Giovanni Chapel and sent them to Rong Qing.

Rong Qing quickly replied to his message, and even made an overseas call. "It seems you enjoyed your stay in Florence."

"Yes, I enjoyed it very much." Mo Ci smiled, his voice was much softer than usual, "Everything is very good, and it would be even more perfect if you were here."

"You talk sweet words to me every time. I find it boring to listen to other people's love and love. Mo Ci, how can I fall in love with you like this." Her voice was cold and ethereal, even through the phone like this now , the voice with a little smile is also like the dancing song of a sea monster.

"To be honest, it would be fine if you like me. If you like me, I won't go out and harm other people."

"You should be thankful that I don't take your words seriously, otherwise we've been hanging around for so many years to figure out what it is." Rong Qing was a little noisy, probably in some recording hall, "I should come too soon Florence is filming the MV for her new album, and I will come to visit your class when the time comes."

"Okay," Mo Ci laughed. He raised his eyes and looked at the birds gliding past the top of the San Giovanni Chapel. The blue sky and the white wings contrasted with each other. Good red wine welcomes the wind. With you, Florence must be much more perfect than it is now."

Rong Qing's smile deepened upon hearing this.Both of them are heavy drinkers. "I see, then you have to prepare the red wine."

"Of course no problem." Mo Ci thought of this and added another sentence, "But who is the director of your mv, do I know him? Otherwise, I'll help you shoot it directly."

"It's a newcomer, you probably don't know him." Rong Qing knew what Mo Ci was going to say when he thought about it, he was definitely going to help her film the MV.It always sounds strange that famous movie directors shoot the most MVs.

Sure enough, Mo Ci replied, "Newcomer, let me help you film. I'm not in a hurry here. I still have time to stop for a few days to help you film an MV. That's it. Send it to me and I'll see, wait, who wrote the script? Or..."

Rong Qing stopped him in time, "Stop, Mo Ci, you can shoot if you want, if you steal the screenwriter's job again, they will definitely cry in front of me."

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you." Anyway, when the script was sent, he would have a chance to change it.

After finishing the call, Mo Ci went to the Basilica of Santa Maria del Fiore. Pink, dark green, and cream-colored marbles were delicately arranged together by geometric thinking. On the dome of the church, Giorgio Vasari’s giant mural "The Last Judgment", naked or semi-naked graceful human bodies are displayed there.He entered from the left corridor of the chapel on the right side, climbed the 460 three-step ladder, and climbed to the roof of the cathedral, where he saw a familiar person, wearing a light brown vest with dark brown on a white shirt His slender legs were wrapped in suit pants, and a pair of eyes brighter than sapphires stared at him, more moving than the sky of Florence.

When the other party smiled at him, he heard the bells of Giotto's bell tower not far away coming into his ears, and together with that smile, it pressed against his chest, and then hit his heart one after another.

"Didn't you go back to France beforehand?" Mo Ci and Meroving stood on the bridge, with their hands on the porch pillars, and looked down at the flowing river below. Several black swans were parked in the water.

"The matter has been done, and I will be back." Brandon was very safe, he just went back to confirm some things.He came back when he was sure, although he paid Brandon an extra salary. "I didn't expect to meet you here." Go around the chapel, walk through the corridor, step over 460 three steps, and meet at the top of the church.

"It's quite a coincidence."

Mo Ci looked at the necks of one of the pair of swans leaning on each other, and there were waves of smiles in his eyes. "Actually, in our country there is another translation of Florence, according to its Italian pronunciation, which a sentimental poet, in a poem about love, death and parting in a woman's voice, translates the city as 'Emerald Emerald Cui'."

"Fei, Leng, Cui?" Mo Luowen repeated after imitating Mo Ci's pronunciation, with some special emphasis that foreign people speak Chinese, but I don't think it's strange, but it has a different meaning.

"Well, Jadeite. I think I can interpret it as a cool-toned jadeite similar to jadeite."

"This word still sounds very stylish. Is this probably the artistic conception you Orientals talk about?"

Meroving looked at him, and suddenly thought of something earlier, long before that eastern country, long before the possible intersection of France, in another country, on a bridge.

A glimpse, the Bridges of Madison County.

More literary than the word literary, more romantic than the word romantic.

"Yeah. But this is actually a city with warm tones. This kind of dark red with an orange tone is everywhere, and it warms the hearts of those who look at it." Mo Ci's tone was lazy and loose, with a swaying ending, "So, poetry can deceive us, emotions can deceive us, and even we can deceive ourselves."

"Why did you suddenly express such emotion?"

"It's nothing," Mo Ci shrugged, "It's just a coincidence that I came to Florence." These are not emotional at all.

Meroving held Mo Ci's strand of hair blown by the wind, soft and tough, touching his palm bit by bit.

"My dear Lance," Mo Ci called his name, which made him react from the posture of staring down at the hair in his hand.

"what happened?"

Mo Ci blinked his eyes, put his finger on Meroving's wrist holding his hair and gently hooked it, his voice was soft like the devil tempting Faust, wanting to drag him into the solitude together In his own hell.

After all, judging from Lance's reaction, he seemed to be able to work harder.

"If you are like this, I will feel that your feelings for me have surpassed that of a friend. I was rejected by you that day. Don't let me misunderstand that I still have a chance. "

There was also a smile in Meroving's eyes, the elegance and composure accumulated by the century-old family were vividly displayed in him, even in such a sudden situation, he could answer well.

"My dear Mo Ci," he said, "I answered you the other day, and it is difficult for us to agree on our emotional attitude."

"Okay," Mo Ci raised the hand that was originally on Meroving's wrist, his words were a little helpless and teasing, there is no need to make himself so embarrassed, he can end this temptation with dignity , and then maintain a good posture to continue the friendship with Merovingian. "When I chose such a wanton path to go, I was destined to lose you now."

Merovingian laughed too.If he had blocked his dream on the bridge at that time, then he would not have to listen to such words to express his helplessness now. "Now go back to before, would you want to try to go another way?"

Mo Ci shook his head, "The timeline is already like this, and my friend, even if I like you very much now, it is impossible for me to deny all my previous life because of this love."

He has gone through more than 20 years with this attitude, and it is impossible to change everything just because he likes a person. Sooner or later, he will cool down his enthusiasm for Merovingian, and he will forget the land of Florence and Lance, but no matter what , He will never stop walking the path he chose.

Again, this is also a price, but adults always have to bear the price for their own choices, don't they?

Merovingian heard him calling himself - my friend.The title can often reflect many subtle things, such as this moment.

He thought that he should let go of the hand holding Mo Ci's hair, be decent, be a gentleman, take a step back, keep a reasonable distance, and his friends.

But he didn't do that, and the things he had been told by his inquiries and upbringing were left behind. He lowered his head and kissed the strands of hair. A plain sentence was enriched with something else because of such an ambiguous gesture.

"Of course, my friend, this is your own choice." Merovingian said.

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Note Jun:

(1) Fei Leng Cui was translated by Xu Zhimo. His "One Night of Fei Leng Cui" made the name famous overnight.

(2) Giotto's Bell Tower is next to the Cathedral of the Flowers.

I watched a documentary and thought it was pretty good. I mentioned Florence, so I would like to share it with you: "Wonderful Ideas of Architectural Art-Museums and Art Galleries", a series, this is one of the first-level, CCTV in February broadcast.