Stendhal Syndrome [Entertainment]

After the interview was over, Xiao Wang said a few more words to Mo Ci, nodded to Yu Chu, and left the villa quickly with his photographer, swinging his short legs like a wolf chasing after him.

Mo Ci watched them go, and let out a sneer. Those who didn't know thought that he had done something too much to those two people to make them so flustered, but the reason was clearly sitting next to them.

He hooked the rubber band with his fingers and pulled it off to spread out the hair, then leaned back on the sofa. "Merovingian, they are all gone, what are you doing here?"

"What am I staying for, don't you know?"

"I don't know," Mo Ci lazily smoothed his hair, raised his eyelids and looked at him with a tease in his words, "It must be me."

Yu Chu didn't reply to his words, "Where is your hair dryer, or towel, it's not good if your hair is always wet."

"Look, you're avoiding the topic again." Mo Ci shook his head. "Okay, if you have nothing to do, go away, and I won't give it away. Otherwise, my little boy will be jealous if you bump into him soon."

Yu Chu immediately grasped the central word of the words, "Your little boy?"

"Well," Mo Ci propped his face, his eyes were brighter than before, "Oh, I met in a bar, she looks pretty good, the blond hair and blue eyes are very beautiful, and she is still very young, only 21 years old."

While listening to his words, Yu Chu got up and walked behind him, took out the silk square scarf from his pocket, and then picked up Mo Ci's hair to help him wipe it. "Didn't you say that you won't bring others to this villa?" At that time, before the filming, Mo Ren let Meroving live here for a few days. At that time, he said that he generally wouldn't let other people come to this villa.

"Meroving," Mo Ci thought the question was a bit funny, and he didn't turn his head to look at Yu Chu, nor refused Yu Chu to wipe his hair, "When did I tell you that? Almost two years ago Three years ago, if it was that far away, it would be impossible to count, otherwise, shouldn't I settle the debt with you now?"

Yu Chu paused for a moment, "I'd rather you settle the account with me then."

Mo Ci smiled and didn't answer Yu Chu's words, instead he closed his eyes.

"Why isn't "Stendhal Syndrome" released?" Yu Chu asked him.

"I don't want it to go up, or why, because of you? Honey, you are not that important."

Yu Chu ignored the irony in Mo Ci's mouth and said three words in a low voice. "Golden Scale Award."

Mo Ci was silent for a while. After the Golden Scale Awards two years ago, he and this award could be regarded as mutual bans. At that time, it even occupied the headlines for nearly a week. This incident was brought up again, and it can be regarded as supporting the reporters of the entire Huaguo.

He snorted coldly, but still didn't open his eyes, "If I really want "Stendhal Syndrome" to be released, you think it's just them, who can stop me?"

"But you don't care." Mo Ci didn't bother to care about such irrelevant people and matters that he didn't need to care about, so he directly chose to ignore his attitude.

Mo Ci raised his eyes this time, looked up at Yu Chu, "Me Luowen, I don't like others to speculate on my thoughts like this."

Yu Chu bent down and met Mo Ci's eyes, "Let it be shown in China, or even, let it be shown globally. Mo Ci, this is my request."

"It has nothing to do with you after the filming of this film was finished two years ago. This is my film."

Mo Ci's tone was a bit cold, but his voice was firm, and it fell on Yu Chu's ears, like the phone call at the end of the movie two years ago, from Italy to France.

"How could it be okay? I'm your hero, I'm the one you don't want to let go of when you see it from the crowd. I have a face that you like and are willing to waste some time on. Of course it does matter."

"A few weeks later, the Venice Film Festival, the last film festival of "Stendhal Syndrome", let me go with you, this is also a request."

Mo Ci looked at him, as if he was looking for something, but in the end he just looked away, "Whatever you want, tell Xu Zihe about these things."

"There is also the Jinsheng Award, are you going to the Jinsheng Award?"

"Go, go, tell Xu Zihe, don't tell me."

"it is good."

Yu Chu smiled, his voice was deep and deep, which reminded Mo Ci of the bells of Giotto's bell tower, the low sound made his heart tremble, and he couldn't help frowning.

"Okay, the business is over, let's talk about some private matters."

"What's a personal matter?" Mo Ci nodded after asking rhetorically, "Alright, let's clarify the previous matters."

He raised his hand and wiped his hair. The weather was already hot, and Mo Ci had a headache because of the air conditioner. After such a long time and Yu Chu helped him brush it for a long time, it was considered dry now. "Don't rub it, let's talk about it."

"it is good."

Yu Chu stopped, folded the wet towel and put it back in its original position, then walked around to the front and sat down.

"Let me say it first," Mo Ci said, "I think I'm still a smart person, so I don't like others to lie to me. Of course, you are more special, you impress me with your honesty, so... I think I was stupid. I hate the stupidity."

He felt that after saying these words, he felt that his attitude was calm instead, and he didn't have the brooding feeling when he was alone.

"You should also know that apart from the work relationship, I really wanted to abduct you to bed at first, but later, although I still like your figure and face very much, out of respect for your emotional concept and sincerity to you I like it, I don't have that kind of thought anymore. But..." Mo Ci laughed, and looked at Yu Chu with shining eyes, bright and moving, "But Meroving, after I let go of this thought, During the whole process in Florence, including the meeting again, you were the one who deliberately seduced me, maybe my wording is a bit frivolous, but you should understand what I mean."

"You're not wrong, I'm really trying to seduce you on purpose." Meroving admitted this generously, the black hair kissed on the old bridge, the source of inspiration for the painting, and the intentional or unintentional in the words All kinds of explicit hints and intimate compliments, he is indeed deliberately reticent.

"But my purpose is not to have those physical/physical relationships with you. I just want you to be attracted to me, and I can't bear to part with you. You can't do without me."

He stared at Mo Ci, with greedy nostalgia and clear love in his eyes, and pursed his lips, "Including I said I don't know Chinese and asked you to be the translator, Mo Ci, I just, I just want you to love me. "

Mo Ci has the feeling of the close-up of his eyes when he was filming "Stendhal Syndrome" again, as if fate struck him and forced him to bow his head and spine to admit its existence.

He felt like he was going to be burned.

"Is this a confession?" Mo Ci asked.

"Of course this is a confession." Yu Chu said.

It’s not that Mo Ci has never heard other people’s confessions, nor has he heard others say love. There are so many people around him. Whoever speaks loves or shuts their mouths likes them. Some are sincere, some are perfunctory, and they are immersed in it and cannot extricate themselves , Some people do stupid things because of this.

But his attitude has always been the same, watching these people create joys and sorrows with cold eyes, even if the target is him, there is no difference.

Now......

How can there be a difference if you change someone now?How can there be a difference?

So he was still smiling, his eyebrows and eyes were distant, with a distant coldness, different from the joking nonsense in the dressing room that day, his attitude was more correct this time. "Sorry, I don't accept it. I never fall in love, and it doesn't matter who the object is."

Yu Chu nodded, without the embarrassment or embarrassment of being rejected, "I'm just showing my attitude, I have the right to love, you just need to give me the right to chase you."

"Is this also a request?"

Yu Chu got up from the sofa, knelt down in front of Mo Ci, took his hand and kissed it on the back, "No, this is begging, dear Mo Ci, this is the poor man who can't ask for a little bit Have pity."

After Mo Luowen came out of Mo Ci's house, he called Xu Zihe. "Good afternoon, Mr. Xu."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Mo Luowen." Xu Zihe and Mo Luowen have been in touch for the past two years. After all, as long as the other party's Mr. Y wins the best actor award, Mo Ci will let him follow the original courier. address sent.

"Do as the Romans do, Mr. Xu, you can call me Yu Chu."

Xu Zihe shouldn't be stingy at first, but after all, he also knows the story behind the name. Later, Mo Ci exploded, and he didn't mention it. Unexpectedly, Mo Luowen actually took this name as his Chinese name. Mo Ci If you know, you will definitely make a fuss. "This name... Does Mo Ci know that you use it like this?"

"He started it." Yu Chu said.

Of course Xu Zihe knew that it was Mo Ci's invocation, but that's not the point.But it was already blurted out just now, and now it is impossible for him to ask any more questions.So he chose a serious and polite business style, "So, Mr. Meroving, what's the matter with you calling me?"

"The Venice Film Festival and the Jinsheng Award, I will go with you, Mo Ci agrees. You may need to deal with some things, please."

"OK." Since Mo Ci agreed, Xu Zihe would definitely not say anything more, "You can give me the number of my assistant, and we will contact you for the specific situation."

"Okay, I'll send it to you later. Goodbye." Yu Chu hung up the phone and looked back at Mo Ci's villa. He remembered Mo Ci's silence at the end and his voluntary resignation, and then walked to the next villa. opened the door.

Many things have been clarified, but the future is still very long.

That's what he told himself when he got off the plane and actually set foot on this land.

But sooner or later.

But day and night.