Stendhal Syndrome [Entertainment]

Mo Ci really experienced the deep heritage of the Merovingian family that day, those strange treasures whose whereabouts are unknown, and those beautiful works that countless people are chasing premium prices, all are lined up there waiting to be appreciated.

Like the Louvre with closed exhibitions.

Mo Ci commented like this.

"Lance is back?" Cecilia sat in the garden drinking afternoon tea, "Is he alone?"

Dalsey sat in front of her, reached out and broke a white rose from the side and put it in the bottle, "And the director of his movie, Mr. Mo Ci."

"I knew it." Cecilia pursed her lips, she is a typical Western beauty, and when the corners of her lips were drawn up, she was extremely flamboyant, "What's the matter with you Orientals, you seem to be the nemesis of our Merovingian family. "

Darcy's eyes were hurt, and he looked a little aggrieved. "It turns out that you love me because of my blood."

Cecilia knew he was faking but still kissed him on the face to coax him, "Oh dear, no, I love you because of your soul."

Lance received a message from Darcy at night, "Maybe you guys would like to go home, Cecilia and I are here, and Olier, he also wants to see you."

Yu Chu hesitated for a moment, but still replied, "Next time, next time I will bring him back and introduce you, just like Cecilia introduced you to me."

"Okay," Darcy quickly texted him back, "I hope you can get what you want."

It is true that Yu Chu and Mo Ci only stayed in Lance for two days and then got on the plane back home. I don’t know what went wrong and the flight was leaked. Xu Zihe’s emergency increase of security personnel still made the two of them surrounded.

In the crowd, Mo Ci said to Yu Chu, "Yu Chu, you're hot."

"I would prefer that the focus be on movies."

Mo Ci nodded. This was something he had been worried about all along. He was afraid that after the heat, everyone would only remember "Stendhal" and not "Stendhal Syndrome".

But this is impossible, "Stendhal Syndrome", this movie is destined to be much more dazzling than them.

After getting into the car, Xu Zihe started to chatter. After talking for a long time, he realized that the two ancestors didn't listen at all, and didn't know what to say with their heads down.

"Director Mo, Mr. Yu, can you two listen to me?"

"Just talk about the recent arrangements." Mo Ci finally raised his head, "I believe that you will be able to do the rest, Old Xu."

If Mo Ci didn't give you a lot of money, Xu Zihe would definitely resign, "I think I should hire you an assistant."

"I do not need."

Mo Ci replied with a smile, even if he is really good-looking, Xu Zihe is not in the mood to appreciate it now, so he sighed and began to give them two schedules.

"Tomorrow, I will have a day off, and then the day after tomorrow I will try on the style of the Jinsheng Awards. On the 12th, there will be an interactive live broadcast. On the 15th, "Light and Shadow" will have a Weibo official Xuan Zhongsheng and Lu Shizhi. On the [-]th, the September issue of Précieuses will be released, but nothing will happen. , NO.[-] "Stendhal Syndrome" is released, NO.[-] Jinsheng Awards Ceremony, and then you can rest for a few days. Oh, and one more thing, Mo Ci, your estimate for "Light and Shadow" Let me know when the filming will start. After all, you only have two leading actors, and the casting of other roles has not yet started. I suggest pushing it back, after all, I have been too busy recently." After all, the original "Stendhal Syndrome" It didn't plan to be released, and a lot of unnecessary things were accumulated together. If it weren't for the help of Yu Chu's people, even pushing Mo to resign to sell/sex would be enough.

Mo Ci thought for a while, "Let's go with the original plan. The team must be completed before the end of October. Now I can ask Gu Zi to send the content of the casting to start the preliminary screening. When the Jinsheng Awards are over, I will be alone. One to watch."

"Okay." Xu Zihe made a note on the tablet, and he knew that Mo Ci was right and unwilling to turn back time.

The driver drove the two of them back to the villa, and Xu Zihe watched Mo Ci and Yu Chu walk into the same villa, feeling like he was about to go blind.

"Go!" Xu Zihe said to the driver, "I really don't want to look at them again!"

"I understand." The driver nodded with a sad face, and then quickly started the car.

Mo Ci looked at Yu Chu who followed him naturally and raised his eyebrows, "Mr. Yu, your villa is next door."

"But my heart is here."

Listening to him say this, Mo Ci clicked his tongue, "If you want to stay, just stay, and just close the door for me when you leave."

"it is good."

Yu Chu went to the kitchen and poured two glasses of water. When he came out, he knocked on Mo Ci's door and found no one there. After searching, he saw Mo Ci in the study.

Mo Ci didn't close the door. He changed his clothes and sat in front of the desk, with glasses on the bridge of his nose. He has some slight myopia, only about [-] degrees, and it doesn't affect him at ordinary times. Use it up and down.

Yu Chu felt that his appearance had a certain style, so he picked up his phone to take a picture before knocking on the door.

Mo Ci looked up at him, "Come in, you don't need to knock on the door."

"what are you doing?"

"I want to change the script again, but I always feel that something is missing." Mo Ci handed the original script to Mo Ci, "Look at it and see if you can give me some suggestions."

Yu Chu took it and saw the two words on it - "light source".

"Is it the next part of "Light and Shadow"?" Naturally, he had seen Mo Ci's debut novel, the crime film starring Lou Que and Zhong Sheng, and now seeing a similar name, he naturally asked this question.

"Yeah." Mo Ci said, "I spent a lot of effort to get Zhong Sheng to play the second part, but the result is good now. Well, I won't talk about it, you can watch it first."

Yu Chu opened the script and looked back. It should have been used by Mo Ci himself, so some places were marked on it.

He finished reading the entire script, and apart from the big storyline, what impressed him the most was He Xian sitting on his knees on the carpet, watching Gu Yige sleeping on the sofa, raising his hands to trace from a certain distance, his expression almost like a pilgrimage .

So after he finished watching, he asked Mo Ci, "What is the relationship between the two of them, He Xian and Gu Yige?"

Mo Ci thought for a while, "They should have a love line, but I can't write it out, it always feels a little bit worse, it's simply blurred."

"I also have a little bit of this feeling. It is this kind of hazy feeling. It is not deliberately difficult to speak, but has to be reserved. This is a pity. But it is only a flaw at most, and it will be shown in the movie I guess I can’t see the form of it.” After all, with the actor’s own interpretation and the blessing of the lens design, emotion has become one of the best expressions.

Mo Ci sighed, "That's why I keep changing the script, I don't want this to become a stain in "Light Source"."

"stain".

Yu Chu felt that the word "flaw" was already a bit serious, but when Mo Ci used the word "stain", he suddenly realized the seriousness of the matter - Mo Ci used such a purely negative word to evaluate His own works, even if only a part of them, have reflected his "deep hatred" for himself.

Yes.

He felt that Mo Ci hated his own powerlessness.

This is definitely not a good thing.

"But now I haven't found a good solution. If it doesn't work," Mo Ci gritted his teeth, "then we can only let Lu Shizhi and Zhong Sheng play freely."

"You said, you can't write it?"

"Yeah." Mo Ci smiled, his brows and eyes were stained with fatigue. This kind of fatigue was different from the stubborn physical illness caused by many days of traveling and traveling. It was more like an insoluble illness attached to the flesh and soul.He never thought of talking to someone about it, but Yu Chu's question seemed to give him a reason to speak up. "It's strange, isn't it? I wrote the award-winning "Living", such a gay film with strong emotions and strong colors, and a good script that won the Oscar for Best Original Screenplay. Now even such a small problem can't be solved. It can't be solved. Last time I chose to give the script of "Being Liven" to Ling Xiao, this time... this time..."

Mo Ci stopped here, he took off his glasses and threw them on the table, lowered his head, making the silence even heavier.

Yu Chu didn't speak, he just sat across from him and looked at him, without even raising his hand to pat him on the shoulder.To a certain extent, they are also the same people. Even if they have their weaknesses exposed, they don't want anyone to compromise their pride.

So there was nothing he could do but watch him sad.

After a long while, Mo Ci spoke again, "For a moment, I even wondered if I had run out of talent."

"No." Among all the contemporary directors, Yu Chu's favorite is Mo Ci. From "Light and Shadow" to "Break Promise" to "Seeing Words Like Faces", he likes every one of them, and he loves them all Each has its own style of screen plot.Mo Ci like this, how could he be Jiang Lang.

He originally wanted to tell Mo Ci that this was an exception, because Mo Ci himself did not believe in love, so he lacked a sense of trust even in writing and filming.They can fall in love, he can come to love him, he can learn this way.

This was originally a good opportunity to take advantage of it, but he chose to give up in the end.

He doesn't want this kind of love, he doesn't want to add to it after he doesn't know how many other things have been mixed in it.This is his pride, he can humbly beg him to love him, but he doesn't want this kind of commercial exchange.

He is a businessman, but he is unwilling to do this "one-hundred-thousand-profit" business.

"Yes." Mo Ci raised his head, propped his chin to look at Yu Chu, regained his normal mood and put on his armor, looking proud again. "I won't. I gave myself a month, and I'll fix it before October is over."

"I believe you."

Mo Ci laughed out loud, lying on the table, and rarely relaxed because of someone else's words.