Stendhal Syndrome [Entertainment]

After Mo Ci and Yu Chu left the Bridge of Sighs, they went to have dinner. The restaurant had floor-to-ceiling windows, and they sat by the window. Looking out, they could see the canal of Venice. The shadow of the lamp fell on it, and the light was covered by Broken, but still dangling.

Mo Ci rolled up the spaghetti with red sauce on the plate with a fork, "Have you seen that movie, Mortea Venezia, translated into Chinese as "Death in Venice", but I prefer the translation of "Death in Venice"."

"I think the former is more in line with your aesthetics, like 'Jade Lengcui'."

Mo Ci nodded, "Indeed, but I just like the combination of so-and-so death. Death and destruction will make people awe-inspiring. It's like "The Death of Mara" and "Cleopatra". It’s the same as the world-famous paintings of “Death”. But these translations are not the focus now, the focus is on that movie.”

"You want to talk to me about same-sex love?" Yu Chu asked.After all, that story is about the intoxication of youth and beauty between a composer and a beautiful boy.

"No, no, no," Mo Ci smiled, "Since you've seen it, it's meaningless to talk about the plot, and it's also meaningless to talk about editing and shooting. I just want to talk to you about this city, about Yade Her Majesty the Queen of the Leah Sea."

Yu Chu thought that Mo Ci didn't have too many likes and dislikes for this city, and he didn't know what shocking remarks he would make when talking about Venice, so he took a sip of red wine and looked at him. "Appreciate further details."

"Man Thomas, the original author of "Death in Venice", wrote such a passage in the book, 'The appearance and objective reality will intoxicate the noble soul and arouse the passion/desire of man, and at the same time will make him fall into a terrible emotional crime. They lead man to the abyss that the rigor of beauty resists and rejects. I would say that they lead poets there, because we cannot lift ourselves up, but indulge our desires, which lead to crime. '"

"He's right. It's a fact. Beauty brings lust/desire, and lust/desire leads to crime. Beauty is inherently oppressive, and at the same time it's soul-stirring."

"Honey, my point is not here." Just like Florence is naturally suitable for artistic romantic love words, so is Venice, so as a romantic, he feels that he should be more romantic.

"Whether what he said is right or not is not important at all. The important thing is that Venice is a city that is naturally suitable for a romantic man like Giacomo Casanova. Even a strict and restrained German will come here out of his senses. Shocking and shockingly infatuated with the youth and charm of a delectable teenager to die for."

Mo Ci paused here, and then continued, "This is the talent of this city, just like Las Vegas is naturally suitable for gambling, Copenhagen is destined to belong to fairy tales, Rio de Janeiro is supposed to be carnival, Lapland always needs Christmas .”

He stared at Yu Chu's eyes. He didn't think it was the deep sea, blue sky and clear sky. He thought it was a lake or a blue flame. He should hide such a lake and flame in his eyes, or rub it into his eyes. In my arms.

"Here, as in Venice, one must indulge in pleasure, so what if the gift is an evil, sickly fire. Evil is indispensable, evil is the food of genius."

Mo Ci took a mouthful of whiskey ice cream with a spoon, licked it with the tip of his tongue, but looked at Yu Chu.

It was a hint of sex.

"Lance, we shouldn't waste the talent of this city. If we do, it will be something that even the gods can't forgive."

Lance looked at him and said nothing, which made Mo Ci feel that sometimes romance is wrong. Romance is destined to be respectable and reserved, or can it be straightforward to reveal your desires and thoughts for others to see, so others also You can pretend not to understand and run away without answering.

Mo Ci felt a little annoyed, and just before he was determined to break the romantic atmosphere he created just now, Yu Chu spoke. "You're right. Every city has its own talent, and we shouldn't let it down. But Mo Ci, you have to make sure of one thing. The talent of this city is to persuade people to give themselves a reason to fall in love, and It’s not about convincing people to have a one-night stand here.”

Mo Ci choked for a moment at Yu Chu's desire to restrain himself, but soon he laughed again, "You're right."

He admitted Yu Chu's words and his own intentions, and then continued, "But we are not a one-night stand, aren't we? We must have more than one night."

Yu Chu felt that he had been generalized, "Of course."

When he went back that night, Mo Ci used his finger to touch Chu's palm in the elevator, and raised his eyes slightly to look at him, "Honey, it's evening."

"It's evening." Yu Chu repeated his words, and then took Mo Ci's hand hooking his palm, "Need to rest early."

Mo Ci felt a little frustrated, but he didn't show it. He is not a patient person in this kind of thing, and now he is repeatedly frustrated, but it has aroused his competitive spirit. "Do something before bed to sleep better." He emphasized the word "do" and blinked his eyes along the way. "Honey, if you're shy, we don't have to hit a home run, it'd be nice to do something else."

Yu Chu raised his hand and hooked Mo Ci's chin. He seldom made such frivolous gestures. Mo Ci only remembered picking up his hair and kissing him on the bridge in Florence. "Do something else?"

Mo Ci likes his boldness, his frivolity, and all kinds of intimate physical contact. To be more precise, he likes Yu Chu to become like him. He wants to pull him into his world. For him to treat this "speciality" between the two of them as much as he does, he'd better have fun and not get emotional.

He laughed even wider, "Yeah, how about it? Don't waste time, us, it's better to use this time to do something ridiculous."

He leaned close to his ear, and his voice was extremely low, "Baby, I want to have sex with you, okay?"

Yu Chu swiped his room card to open the door, and Mo Ci followed him in. Before Yu Chu could insert the room card and turn on the light, he pressed him against the wall next to him and kissed him. In the dark, he couldn't see people clearly. Instinct to grope forward.

Yu Chu said in a hoarse voice between kisses, "Mo Ci, you are too anxious."

But Mo Ci's voice was hoarse than his. He felt that all the things trapped in his heart had escaped, and he wanted to control all his rationality and restraint to be buried with him. "I've wanted to sleep with you since two and a half years ago, until today, how can I not be in a hurry?"

He said with a breathy voice and a smile while kissing the other person's Adam's apple, "Lance, Lance Meroving, listen to me, believe me, I will take you to see heaven."

Yu Chu finally fumbled to insert the room card and turned on the light, and then met Mo Ci's eyes stained with lust.

The desire in his eyes was too heavy, as if he didn't intend to care who the person in front of him was.

Let's do something ridiculous.

I will take you to see heaven.

Dear.

baby.

I want to have sex/love with you.

Listening to what he said, Yu Chu was bold and unrestrained, flirting on purpose with every move and word.

He doesn't need to think about how many people he has said the same thing to, how many people he has kissed like this, how many people he has been sweet to, and how many people he has loved like this.

He didn't think he cared that much about it, he just wanted him, had him, he'd gotten a specialness from him that everyone else didn't have, and he'd thought it was all good.But now, that doesn't seem to be the case.

Fuck what he thought.

"Mo Ci, how many times am I?"

When Mo Ci heard this sentence, he was explaining Yuchu's buttons. His mind was flustered and blank, so he didn't think about it. He just answered vaguely, "That's not important, I don't remember those...no matter what number , honey, you are the best."

Yu Chu felt that he had suddenly cooled down, and he also longed for Mo Ci, but at this moment the longing was suddenly overwhelmed by another thing.

"Dear Lance Meroving, this is possessiveness, not love as you think it is."

He suddenly remembered what Cecilia had said, and he could only remain silent at that time, unable to say anything reflective.

But he doesn’t think so now. Love and possessiveness cannot be separated, and he doesn’t want to separate at all. He can’t be satisfied with only possessing his present and future, his body and a little bit of his particularity.

These are too few, not enough.

He held Mo Ci's hand that was pulling his clothes, "Forget it, Mo Ci."

Mo Ci raised his head, his eyes were covered with water, he leaned over and kissed him again, his voice was sticky, completely incomprehensible. "Baby, what's the matter, don't you want me? Don't you want to love me? Why don't you forget it all of a sudden? It's so uncomfortable. Isn't it good to follow your own desires, especially now? "

"This is not good, Mo Ci, this is not good," Yu Chu sighed and touched the top of Mo Ci's hair, "This makes me exactly like everyone else, it makes you go against your own words, go against what you said particularity."

Mo Ci put his head on Yu Chu's shoulder, panting while biting the skin of his shoulder, "I can't do nothing, can't I? Baby, we are adults, we should be honest, we shouldn't Desires should not be allowed to cool down, this is a waste, it is a waste of time."

"But you already agreed with what I said, didn't you?" Yu Chu put his arms around his waist, stroking his back to comfort him, "Go take a shower, we all need a bath."

Mo Ci raised his head and kissed the corner of Yu Chu's lips, "Okay, then let me go, I'm more anxious than you about taking a cold shower, after all, I don't want to masturbate in front of you like this."

Yu Chu let go of his arms and raised them to the sides, "I don't mind."

Mo Ci took a step away from him and walked towards the bathroom, "No, honey, I mind, I was too cruel to myself today, it's really sad."