Stendhal Syndrome [Entertainment]

Neither Mo Ci nor Yu Chu attended the dinner that ended with the Jinsheng Awards that day. The latter said that his status as an actor had come to an end and there was no need to participate in these activities. The former was in a bad mood and just wanted to go home and sleep. It was rare in the past to not answer reporters' questions, so that even though they wanted to dig out news hot spots, they had no chance, and those who were related to them called Xu Zihe one after another, causing him to want to use his mobile phone as if Mo Ci was direct. smash.

And at this time, Mo Ci did drive home, and brought Yu Chu back to Yulin Villa.

After turning on the lights, Mo Ci took Yu Chu to the film and television screening hall on the second floor. He opened up a large space and transformed it into what it is today, which is comparable to the look and feel of a movie theater.

"What are you talking about?" Yu Chu asked.

"Don't worry, watch a movie first, we'll talk about it after watching it." Mo Ci put the movie on, and then turned off the lights. The scene immediately went dark, and the screen suddenly turned on. The title played, it was an oil painting canvas, Different colors with strong contrast are poured layer by layer, and finally the written cursive letters appear——

"Lasindromedi Stendha".

"Stendhal Syndrome".

Yu Chu watched "Stendhal Syndrome" twice, and the second time was at the Venice Film Festival with Mo Ci.Mo Ci's attitude towards the film is solemn and serious, and he would not talk or flirt with the people next to him at such a time, even if this is a film edited by his own screenwriter and director, he understands it better than his own bone lines.So he didn't bother him, and concentrated on appreciating the art.

After it was over, Mo Ci said to him, "That's how the sense of accomplishment came about. I made it into what it is now bit by bit, so that it can be displayed perfectly. I watched it get the glory it deserved. This glory It comes from me, and it will fall on me.”

"Of course, you are also worth all of this." Yu Chu replied at the time, such words would definitely be reduced to mediocrity and perfunctory in other people's mouths, but he said it with sincerity.

"That's not what I want to say," Mo Ci looked at him with a smile, "What I want to say is that this beam of light also falls on you."

The first time was at the screening of the Cannes Film Festival. Mo Ci didn't know he was there, but he went there after knowing that Mo Ci had left. He remembered that Mo Ci didn't tie up his hair that day, it was just so loose He was wearing a light green suit jacket with the cuffs turned up a lot to reveal his forearms. The color of the clothes was like the tenderest leaves in spring. If he were to use oil paints to make such a The color is not difficult, but it will not look better than Mo Cizhou on his body.

He watched him.

He didn't realize he was looking at him.

Later, when the movie started and the lights dimmed, he couldn't see Mo Ci's face, but saw Mr. Y's face for the first time.

He saw him standing on the street of the National Baggello Museum, with traces of flying birds whiter than clouds passing in the blue sky. A beautiful Italian girl came to strike up a conversation, but he gently rejected him.

The Italian girl had innocent eyes, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, "I don't understand, sir, if a foreigner comes to Florence for a visit, shouldn't he have a more wonderful love affair than Florence at the same time?"

"Ma'am," Mr. Y said gently, "Of course the relationship is very good, and you are also very good, but do I have other important things to do when I come to Florence?"

"What is it?" The Italian girl was a little curious, her long brown curly hair showed a seductive light under the sun.

"I have come to find my painting, madam, I have come to Florence to find my painting."

The girl was a little puzzled, she understood that he was a painter, but to be honest, this is Florence, where there are countless painters, sculptors, all kinds of art are in harmony here, casually chatting up a person on the road is an art The odds are also eight/nine out of ten.Therefore, the identity of the painter itself is not special, it can only be that the person in front of him is a bit special and fun. "Well, if so, I wish you a pleasant stay in Florence."

Mr. Y nodded, "You too."

After the movie ended, he left one step ahead of time. The last thing he remembered was Mo Ci talking and laughing at Yan Yan with another European man, and he almost leaned on each other's body with a smile so unbearable.

Staying with Mo Ci in his villa this time is the third time he has watched "Stendhal Syndrome", but he found some differences when watching it, such as the editing method, Or missing or adding shots he's never seen before.

"This is the first edited version of "Stendhal Syndrome" that has not been made public." After the last scene, Mo Ci said, "You found out, this is different from the final broadcast."

Mo Ci said that he didn't look at Yu Chu when he said these words, he was still staring at the scrolling screen with the names of all the participants on it. "For me, the biggest difference is not the picture of Mr. Y that you painted with blurred faces, but the shot that Mr. Y is looking at the painting, and you The camera that was looking at me."

After Mo Ci said this, he turned to look at Yu Chu, relying on the faint light reflected from the movie screen to look at his eyes, at this time the blue pupils had been suppressed by the darkness into a color similar to his own.He knew that the other party knew which shot he was talking about, but he explained it anyway.

"I said that that feeling can be simulated by the feeling that you can't ask for your sweetheart, with longing, fantasy, longing, desire, subtle sense of pilgrimage, and even a little bit of humbleness and humility caused by emotional inequality. Staring carefully, you did it at the time, and you did it very well, so good that I subconsciously didn’t put it in when editing. I didn’t understand the reason for this subconsciousness at the time. If I were to comment now, I’m afraid Leak."

"I'm afraid that everyone will know this secret, and I'm afraid that I will see my own possessiveness hidden under my indifference."

"I have had desires for many people's bodies, but I like you, I have had physical/physical intimacy with many people, but I like you, I thought love was a fabricated existence of false objects, but I like You, I don't understand why anyone wastes time on this, but I like you..."

When Mo Ci said this, he took a deep breath. At this time, the end of the movie was over, and there was no light at all. It was so dark that he couldn't even see Yu Chu's eyes. He just knew that they were interacting with each other. Just watch.

Mo Ci felt like he was in a dark world, but he didn't feel panic, he had already revealed all his thoughts, he planned to give himself a lamp and a beam of light, give himself Achilles' heel, give him His fatal weakness and Achilles heel.

"Lance Meroving, I like you, full of love/desire, but love is the premise."

"I want to end this inexplicable and casual 'lover' relationship with you, I want to connect us in a more formal way, and be a pair of vulgar lovers like other people who love each other .”

"This is what I'm talking about. There is nothing more solemn than this."

Yu Chu leaned over in the dark and kissed his lips. He had no other way to explain how passionate his emotions were, so he simply chose this way.

He felt Mo Ci's rare obedience and didn't want to fight him for an even match. Then he separated from him and turned on the light next to him. When I opened it, there were still those blue eyes in front of me.

He could see the pleasure in those eyes.

He heard the owner of those eyes say, "You're confessing to me."

Mo Ci replied, "Yes, I'm confessing to you." It was enough for him to be calm, and there was no need to be twitchy.And today's movie trip is just to give the last relationship a ceremonial ending, and let him sincerely start the next life.

"I also said today, I want to tell you a serious matter, although it is no longer important after you speak first, but I still want to tell you." Yu Chu said, he had been beaten by Mo Ci's confession The rhythm was interrupted, but he quickly organized his thoughts.

"Originally, I wanted to end this inexplicable and casual 'lover' relationship with you tonight. I want to tell you that I can no longer bear this attitude that is more important than emotion. I want to say I have to ask you to like me, like love."

"If you will respond to me, we will be together in a formal way, if you will not..."

"What will happen to you if I don't want to?" Mo Ci asked, he really wanted to know the answer.

Yu Chu smiled, with a gentlemanly attitude, but he didn't say that kind of tolerant and courteous words. "If you don't want to, I won't let you go. I can't lock you up, but don't even think about being with someone else. I will haunt you forever."

If other people had said such things to Mo Ci before, he would only have ridiculed the other party's idiot and idiot, but now he affirmed and praised Yu Chu's possessiveness with a nod.

"I was always told before that I just regarded you as a work of art, and it was only because you were too perfect for me that I was reluctant to let go, and I just wanted to grab it."

"But I'm pretty sure I don't see you as a work of art."

"When dealing with works of art, I don't want to defile, but when dealing with you, I always want to desecrate you."

"Me too, I want to blaspheme you right now." Mo Ci kissed his lips, biting the remaining unspoken things between his lips and teeth.