Stendhal Syndrome [Entertainment]

The day before the closing ceremony of the Venice Film Festival, Mo Ci did not leave Yu Chu's room after trying on the dress for tomorrow for the last time. Instead, he took his mobile phone to record the filming technique of the movie he watched today.

Yu Chu hugged Mo Ci's waist from behind, turned his head and kissed Mo Ci's face, "How about coming back to Lance with me when the film festival is over?"

He originally thought that Mo Ci would refuse. After all, such a thing as going home should not happen according to Mo Ci's definition of a "lover" relationship, but Mo Ci looked natural. "We may not be able to stay for a few days. No.12 "Stendhal Syndrome" is released. We have to go back before, and there is still work to do. It is really too much trouble. I would rather keep making movies than like these trivial things behind thing."

"Just stay for two days. I'll take you to see my collection of paintings, as well as the wine and champagne from the winery. You'll like it."

"Okay, let me kiss you, and I'll go with you after I kiss you." After Mo Ci finished speaking, he didn't pause, and went directly to kiss him, then smiled, winking like silk, "Sure enough, she looks good. The mouth of a person is also sweet, I just taste it, and I am willing to do anything for you."

"Just like this, you tasted it?"

"Who told you not to open your mouth just now? Even if I tried to stick out my tongue, I couldn't get it in." Mo resigned and lifted Yu Chu's chin, "Come on, open your mouth and let brother go in and have a good taste."

Hearing him say this, Yu Chu felt a little helpless in his eyes, but he still opened his mouth slightly, and hooked the tip of his tongue in his mouth when Mo Ci approached.

Lido Island.

Venice Film Festival Awards Ceremony.

"Did you see it?" Sitting in the extended Lincoln, Mo Ci said to Yu Chu, "Lance, walk through this red carpet, they will hold the Volpi Cup and crown you king." Even if only A movie, that also deserves to be crowned king.

Yu Chu felt that Mo Ci was a little too confident. Of course, he did have the capital of self-confidence. He was the youngest director among all the nominated films, and he was also an oriental director. He had won a place in these film festivals all year round. "What if not?"

"If not, then it's no big deal." Mo Ci smiled, with pride rippling from the corners of his eyes and brows, indescribably alluring. "Then let me crown you king."

When Arthur pulled out the sword in the stone, there were still many nobles who were unwilling to surrender, but history will prove the existence of epics, and history will prove the immortality of people.

At this time the car door was opened, Yu Chu stepped out of the car without hesitation, then turned around and stretched out his hand to him, his eyes were blue and clear, and his eyes fell on him like water, "I'll do this kind of thing, I Will put the sword in the stone in your hands, bring the Pope, and make you the only monarch."

King Arthur draws the sword in the stone, and the pope canonizes the kings of Europe.

He will bring him a blade and a crown.

Mo Ci laughed, raised his chin, and put his hand on Yu Chu's.

"Okay, I allow you to travel across mountains and rivers for me." He said.

The light of the flashlight flickered, instantly filling the red carpet with sparkling stars, shining on the two people standing on it——

Mo Ci wears gold-rimmed glasses today, but they are only flat glasses, which are purely for decoration.However, some people will be blinded by glasses after wearing them, but Mo Ci is obviously not one of them. Instead, he looks more precious like this, like a work of art that has been taken care of for granted.

He didn't wear a suit jacket today, he wore a white shirt with a brown houndstooth vest, and then he wore a beige windbreaker jacket, his waist-length hair was not tied up, it was draped behind, swaying as he walked, as if glowing Light black silk.

Yu Chu's black hair was pulled up, revealing a smooth forehead, and he also wore gold-rimmed glasses, but he was more formal than Mo Ci's, a three-piece suit that can't go wrong on the red carpet, but Yu Chu wore black The double-breasted suit jacket is not worn with the usual light-colored shirt, but a black shirt.Mo Ci thinks he looks good dressed like this, he looks more imposing, full of superiority, and wearing sunglasses, he can completely go to the Italian mafia boss in a cos movie, and he is still the kind of good-looking and handsome boss .

It is a meeting between the gods of the west and the gods of the east.

He was fortunate enough to see this scene, that is to see God, and he filmed this scene to let more people see it, which is to promote the existence of miracles.

This is God Himself established by man.

One Italian reporter thought so when he held up his video camera.

After Mo Ci went in, he ran into Egbert before he sat down in his seat, "I watched "Stendhal Syndrome", Mo Ci, I think you are about to win an award again."

Mo Ci hugged him and said, ""I, It's Me" is also very good, and I guess you are too." He really likes this movie of Egbert, whether it is the color tone or the use of the lens, it is very good. Fits the plot.

Egbert sighed, "It's not the same, my poor little film wasn't even shortlisted for the main competition, so I can only ask for an award in the Horizon unit. Oh God, why only we French can feel the sweetness of love .”

Mo Ci couldn't help laughing when he heard what he said, "The ending of your movie is not sweet at all." In the end, Lao and Yan split up, and each took one side of the road.

"But life is like this," Egbert shrugged. "Even if I am so romantic, I can't give life a romantic ending."

"It's not like that, Bert," Mo Ci raised his eyebrows at him for some unknown reason, "Life is romantic, and everything is supposed to be successful, especially for people like us. People who make up other people's lives."

Egbert was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "My previous feeling was correct. You have the soul of Paris in you. You should be a Frenchman. My dear, this is where your destiny belongs."

Mo Ci didn't speak this time, and then went to his seat with Yu Chu.

After sitting down, Yu Chu whispered, "You are not the soul of Paris."

Mo Ci teased him with a soft voice, put his finger underneath and hooked his hand, and said with a smile, "Okay, no, I'm not the soul of Paris, so what if I'm the soul of Lance?"

"No," Yu Chu shook his head, "This is just Mo Ci's soul, which is full and light, and does not belong to any land."

Hearing this, Mo Ci stopped teasing him, and smiled even harder, "Yes, I shouldn't belong to any land, I only belong to myself."

The guest who was in charge of announcing the best director was Ling Xiao whom Mo Ci had met a few days ago. Standing on the stage, the other party couldn't tell that the other party was dishonest when they had dinner with him that day. "It is a great honor to be the presenter of the Silver Bear Award for Best Director in the main competition unit today. As the 'father of international film festivals', the Venice Film Festival should receive its glory, and this glory depends on the specialization of each award. Artistic judging criteria have been accumulated. And now, when I open this envelope, I believe this will be another honor bestowed." Ling Xiao said so, and then opened the envelope, "Congratulations to this award winner, the director from Huaguo Mo Citation, "Stendhal Syndrome."

Hearing this sentence, Mo Ci stood up from his seat and hugged Yu Chu. After saying this, he walked to the front of the stage and hugged his old friend again.

"Congratulations, Mo Ci." Ling Xiao said.

Mo Ci replied, "If it is the Golden Lion for Best Picture, I think it will be better."

Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows and laughed, "You are always dissatisfied."

Mo Ci also smiled, raised his eyebrows and eyes, just in time for the camera to take a panoramic view. Although the voice was not recorded, the mouth shape was obvious.All Chinese people who watched the live broadcast could see that this oriental man spoke proudly and calmly. "No way, I'm just not satisfied, I always want more."

While holding the Silver Lion Award and giving the award speech, Mo Ci kept looking at Yu Chu in the audience. He didn't think there was anything wrong with it, and he was even more sure that such gazes couldn't be captured by the camera, or that he didn't mind being discovered at all. Just enjoying the pleasure of flirting in front of everyone——

"As usual, I would like to thank you at the beginning. The glory of "Stendhal Syndrome" is inseparable from the concerted efforts of many people, the entire team, my actors, and the beautiful filming locations of Pingjing and Florence. Next, I I have to thank myself, I think I am still very important to this movie." Mo Ci paused here, and continued, and the people below also laughed kindly when they heard his words, for the sake of This confidence.

"However, this sentence is also true in reverse. Movies are also very important to me. I once compared it to life. This is not an exaggeration, but appropriate. Everything in life can be shown by movies. People cry and laugh. We write our own lives and construct other people’s stories. We exist in this world and create countless dimensions. We have only lived once, but it seems that we have lived countless times.” Mo Ci said with a smile Smiling, with a solemn tone, "I've never been grateful for anything, but I still feel lucky. The movie is willing to give life to Mo Ci, and let him obtain the possible eternal life."

Listening to his words, Yu Chu remembered that he hugged Mo Ci when he was not on the stage, and said to him in a low voice, "I finally have the opportunity to watch you put on the crown with my own eyes."

But Mo Ci said, "Not enough, Lance, this is not enough. Just this is not enough to judge me."

Yu Chu completely understood what he meant at this moment. An award is not enough to judge him, because he wants to ask the film for a person who lives forever. What he wants is for his name to be preserved forever. After a hundred years and a thousand years, there are still people who remember his name and his movies. Whether such a result exists is enough to judge whether he is mediocre or a genius. Other things, existing things, are not enough and not worthy of judging him.

If you have a chance.

Yu Chu thought.

If he wants to, he wants to see thousands of years later, he wants to go to that time and see the judgment.

In that judgment, Mo Ci is destined to be great.