Stendhal Syndrome [Entertainment]

one year later.

The day before the Golden Scale Awards.

Mo Ci watched Xu Zihe keep busy with the phone in his hand, leaned on the sofa and shook his head.For him, the Golden Scale Award is just a test of water, and "Stendhal Syndrome" obviously shouldn't be played on a small stage that only Chinese people pay attention to.

"Hey, Mo Ci, did you buy anything? Why is it my phone number?"

Mo Ci thought for a while, "I haven't bought anything recently."

Xu Zihe has been very busy recently, and he watched a sand sculpture video today, and was stunned for a moment, "It can't be something like a bomb, right?"

Mo Ci laughed, "Old Xu, do you have persecution paranoia, and I haven't offended anyone to the point where they want to kill me right?"

"Damn, didn't I lose my head just now? Yes, no one should hate you that much, unless he is a pervert."

"That shouldn't be the case. If it's really a pervert, it shouldn't want to kill me like this."

"..." Xu Zihe suspected that he was engaging in pornography, but he had no evidence.

Mo Ci got up from the sofa, "Forget it, anyway, I'm fine right now, I'll go out and get it."

Mo Ci put on a long coat and went out. The courier took a not-too-thick but large rectangular courier. He was taken aback when he saw the shape, and then raised the corners of his mouth. It’s hard to say whether it was joy or other emotions, " International express?"

"That's right." The courier nodded and tore off the list.

Mo Ci took the courier and walked back. Pingjing was very cold in January, and the chilly chill seeped into Mo Ci's exposed fingertips, quickly cooling his palms.

After returning to the villa, Mo Ci put the courier on the sofa, and then took the phone back to Zhong Sheng's smile, it seemed that he had no intention of dismantling it.

"What is so big?" Xu Zihe asked.

"Don't worry, at least it's not a bomb at first glance." Mo Ci said while replying to the message.

Xu Zihe's curiosity was aroused by the courier that kept his phone number, "What the hell is it? Do you want me to dismantle it for you?"

Mo Ci didn't reply to his words, as if he didn't hear him.Xu Zihe also felt that his mood seemed a little wrong, so he didn't ask any more questions, and continued his passionate work. After another phone call, he heard Mo Ci say, "Then you demolish it."

"Okay."

Xu Zihe took the scissors and was about to tear them apart, but Mo Ci took the scissors from him, "Let me do it."

"Okay, okay." Although Xu Zihe didn't know what kind of temper Mo Ci had, he followed him and squatted beside him to watch Mo Ci unpack the express delivery.

"Take a picture of the address above, maybe you will have to send things there in the future." Maybe a best actor will be sent by the end of tomorrow.

"Yeah." Xu Zihe didn't ask any more, took a picture with his mobile phone, but didn't look at it carefully. Now he wants to know what's inside the courier.

After the outer layer was removed, there was a shockproof foam box inside, and a wooden box inside, so Mo Ci opened it.

There is a picture in it.

A framed oil painting.

The bright colors spread out almost like a dream, but it is a river with ripples. There is a man lying in the river with a beautiful face. He is wearing a white shirt, and the unbuttoned neckline reveals delicate skin. One hand was raised on the forehead, slightly curled fingers, the palm with light palm lines and the slender wrist.His long nipples floated in the water, tangling around them.

It was indeed shocking, but after all Xu Zihe didn't develop too many artistic cells, so after being stunned, he quickly recovered, and then realized that this person was Mo Ci.

He turned his head to see Mo Ci's expression.

The face of the other party was covered with frost, but the eyes looking at the person with the same face as himself in the painting were very complicated. Xu Zihe had never seen him show such eyes, as if something was about to happen.

In fact, Mo Ci's mood is really complicated, and it is difficult for him to describe this feeling.He knew who sent it and what was in it when he saw the courier. He had many ideas about the specific content. He framed it when writing the script, thought about it when shooting, and To imagine, but now this painting is in his hand, beyond his imagination, he saw himself, it belongs to Mr. Y's painting.

It would be fine if it was just like this, but the existence of those things with Meroving made all this more complicated.

"Of course, I also think that our Mr. Y will draw a portrait of a person. Because, in a person's heart, there is always someone who surpasses everything and is the most touching. Greater than a saint, nobler than a god."

These were his own words, of course he remembered.It is precisely because of remembering that I have mixed feelings.

Xu Zihe glanced aside, "Here is a card."

He picked it up and handed it to Mo Ci.

Mo Ci opened it, and it was written in beautiful Chinese, with only two lines——

"If I were Mr. Y, this is my painting. The people in the painting are greater than saints and nobler than gods."

He closed it after watching it, and smiled, "It seems that my handling in the movie is okay. If this painting is released, people don't know how to call me narcissistic in a different way. Every painting has to be like itself.”

Xu Zihe couldn't ask questions like "Are you okay, Mo Ci?" He couldn't and shouldn't be the person who hurt Mo Ci's pride, so he followed Mo Ci's words and said, "You edited everything You can't cut it again, can you?"

"No." Mo Ci picked up the scissors that were casually placed on the ground just now and put them on the coffee table, "I suddenly had some new inspirations. I will cut them again after the Golden Scale Award is over."

"what?"

After Xu Zihe left that afternoon, Mo Ci got up from the sofa, finally unable to ignore the painting, his hand touched the outer frame of the ivory white relief, picked up the painting, and walked up the stairs step by step.

the next day.

The scene of the Golden Scale Awards.

"Alright, the next guest is Director Mo Ci, come on, Director Mo, come among us."

After signing the autograph, Mo Ci put one hand in his pocket and walked between the male and female hosts.

"Director Mo's look looks really good today, can you tell me what the inspiration is?" The hostess should have asked about the relevant content, but she couldn't hold back and said this.

But what she said is indeed the truth, and the flash and shutter sound that the media has not stopped from the shooting area just now can also prove this point. After all, from the first sight of these keen uncrowned kings, you know that Mo Ci's appearance today Will definitely go out again--

A dark gray turtleneck sweater was worn with a black vest, revealing a beautiful waistline, and a black woolen cloak overcoat. His straight and slender legs were wrapped in fabric, and a pair of shiny Martin boots were on his feet.

Mo Ci's long hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and a few strands of hair were left to hang at the end of his eyes. His carefully trimmed eyebrows were slightly raised, and with a smile on his lips, he turned his head to look at the host, "Oh , it’s because it’s cold, so you’re wearing thick clothes. But if you let me see, you’re still prettier today.”

No no no, you are much prettier than me.

The hostess was a little dazed by the smile, and the male host next to her immediately answered, "Director Mo, this time your new work "Stendhal Syndrome" won six awards including Best Director and Best Picture. How do you feel about being nominated for an award?"

"Thinking?"

"Uh," the male host choked on this rhetorical question, "Do you have any expectations for the awards the film won?"

Mo Ci raised his eyebrows, "If possible, of course all of them."

If someone else said that, it might be said to be big talk, but Mo Ci inexplicably has a sense of certainty and conviction, not to mention that the result has not come out now, and no one will ask this answer.

The hostess continued to ask, "It seems that Director Mo is very confident. You will be an award presenter today, right?"

Mo Ci nodded slightly, "Well, I'm the one who will present this year's best actor award."

"I saw that Yu Chu, the leading actor in "Stendhal Syndrome", has also entered the list of candidates for the best actor. As a newcomer, he has never shown his true colors. What do you think, um, such a way?"

Yu Chu.

This is the first time Mo Ci heard this name from others. When he signed the contract with Mo Luowen, he said that he would not write his real name in the movie's cast list. Mo Ci happened to be looking for something that day, so Going through "Song History", I saw a name called "Yu Xi". I thought the rhythm was beautiful, so I said, "Do you want a Chinese name?"

"Chinese name?" Meroving looked at him with a warm smile. "Okay, are you going to give me one?"

"Of course it's fine if you want." Mo Ci took the paper and pen and wrote one stroke at a time without using continuous strokes. He just stopped writing the first word "Yu" and decided to change the second word. After all, it feels a bit strange to directly borrow the name of the ancients for the two characters, so I changed it to the homophonic "Chu", so that it is easy to write, and there are enough strokes.

"What do these two words mean?"

"These two words are pronounced as 'Yu Chu'. It is difficult for me to explain the specific meaning to you. Chinese is not used in this way. I prefer you to understand it. The first time I saw you, I felt that you were more precious than those jewels and jades. But also elegant and beautiful."

"Yu, Chu?"

Meroving's pronunciation of these two words fluttered, but Mo Ci didn't mind this, he still smiled happily, "It's okay, I'll just write it after the movie anyway, it's not something important."

Because of such a fragment of memory, the smile on Mo Ci's face changed a bit, "Oh, my actor's performance in the film is certainly worthy of this nomination, as for the others, he doesn't plan to enter the showbiz and doesn't show his face , and there is nothing to say."

"What Director Mo said is also reasonable. Alright, let's ask one last question. In your mind, who do you think will win the Golden Scale Award this time?"

"This question is a bit wasteful. After all, my actor is in it. Leaving aside things like experience and qualifications, he is certainly worthy of watching the performance of the film."