Stendhal Syndrome [Entertainment]

Lance got in the car and rushed to the airport. During this time, Colvin kept updating Yu Chu.

"Mr. Mo Ci's good friend, Ms. Rong Qing, was the first to rush there. She had conflicts with the reporters surrounding her, but Mr. Bei Ran seemed to have resolved this. Mr. Mo Ci has now been transferred to another hospital. The operation is in progress. Zhong Sheng Sir, Mr. Lu Shizhi and Mr. Xu Zihe have also arrived. I just talked to Mr. Xu Zihe on the phone, and he said that the situation is fine now, and Miss Rong Qing has been guarding outside the operating room."

"Does the person chasing the car have any investigation results?" Yu Chu sat in the car, driving very fast.

"Now it is generally said that it is an illegitimate fan chasing the car, but the specific situation is not clear. After all, combined with Mr. Mo Ci's background, it is easy to think of something linked to political disputes."

"These people in his family will also check, and we will talk about it when we go." Yu Chu still looks calm now, after all, he has other things to deal with. "Is the man who chased the car dead?"

Colvin felt the coldness in Yu Chu's words, "He was sent to the hospital with serious injuries and is being rescued."

"It's better not to die," Yu Chu said with indifferent eyes, "it's more useful to be alive."

After a few hours of surgery, the doctor said that the injury on his head was not serious, and there were other minor abrasions on his body. The most serious one was a broken rib.

Rong Qing sat beside him and watched him lying on the bed, frowning.

She looked at the young man who came in from the outside, stood up and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Mo, is there anything I can do?"

Yu Chu arrived at Pingjing Airport in the early morning of the next day. After he got off, he walked in a hurry, and he really didn't expect to be surrounded by reporters who stayed at the airport and blocked people.

"Mr. Yu, did you come back by plane because of Mo Ci's car accident?"

"So how is Mo Dao's current situation?"

"An insider said that Director Mo is not out of danger. Is it true?"

Yu Chu can now probably understand why Rong Qing had a conflict with the media. At this time, these media gentlemen are really annoying.

He didn't intend to answer their questions at first, after all, he would be distorted and misunderstood at this time, and he was in a hurry to see Mo Ci, and walked with Kervin with a cold face.

This thought disappeared when he heard a harsh word, and someone asked him - "Did you go back to China to see Mo Dao for the last time?"

Yu Chu stopped, lowered his eyes and looked at the reporter badge on the male reporter, "Is that Mr. Wang Ze from "Fresh News"? Please wait for our lawyer's letter."

He quickened his pace after saying this, with a cold expression on his face.

When he arrived at the hospital, the person staying by the bed was Rong Qing, who was wearing a men's suit jacket and a goose-yellow dress that was obviously not everyday clothes, and his voice was a bit hoarse. "The doctor said it was a mild concussion, bruises, and broken ribs. Fortunately, the car was fine and there was no injury to the head. The operation was successful, and I will be fine when I wake up."

"Thank you, Miss Rong." Yu Chu said, "Take a break, I'll accompany him, if he wakes up, he definitely doesn't want to see you like this."

"I know." Rong Qing pulled the suit on his body and repeated, "I know."

She forced a smile, "I do have some things to deal with, so you can accompany him. If Mo Ci wakes up, you must tell me."

"must."

After Rong Qing left, Yu Chu went to Mo Ci's bed and looked at his lacklustre face, raised his hand to touch it, but then took it back thinking that his hand was a little cold.

"Aren't you awake yet?"

"Wake up quickly, Mo Ci, I'm still waiting for you."

Very strange indeed.

Mo Ci was sure that he was chased by a car on the way to Rong Qing's concert, the car hit him directly, and then completely lost consciousness, but when he opened his eyes again, he was sitting in the coffee shop, stirring Coffee listened to Xu Zihe complain about his casting standards.

"My great beauty, let's save it, you have already seen all these male stars, even if you pick a lover according to your standard, you can pick out ten or eight, but now, you can't pick out a single lead actor, That’s not always the way to go.”

Mo Ci didn't speak, he picked up his phone and checked the time, it turned out to be the day when he met Yu Chu more than three years ago.

He wasn't sure if this was a dream or if it was a dream before, or if time travels back and forth. He has seen similar movies and books, and even the "Breaking Promise" he filmed is an infinite loop, but no one has provided a feasible one when he thinks of it. methodology.

Forget it, let's go with the flow.

This time, he did not explain to Xu Zihe what Stendhal Syndrome is and what kind of actor he wants. He just pushed up the sunglasses he was wearing to cover his hair, "I will have it soon, I will soon Will find my leading man and artwork."

"What?" Xu Zihe felt that Mo Ci might have chosen an actor to pick a madman, "Do you think your actor will fall from the sky?"

Mo Ci laughed, his brows and eyes seemed to be stained with spring water. "It didn't fall from the sky, it was destined."

Xu Zihe felt a little strange. To be precise, he felt that Mo Ci suddenly felt different, but he couldn't tell, he just clicked his tongue, and just as he was about to complain, he found Mo Ci looking outside with his chin propped.

"What are you looking at?"

Mo Ciyan laughed at Yanyan, "Stay on the sidelines and wait for my fate."

"..."

Xu Zihe really felt that there was something wrong with him now, "Do you want me to make an appointment for a doctor?"

"Well, yes."

"Ah?" Comrade Xu Zihe, who was not stunned but heard the affirmative answer, expressed shock and disbelief.

"You heard me right, make an appointment with a doctor for me." Mo Ci thought for a while, and he didn't know whether he needed a psychiatrist or a neurologist to answer his question, "Let's find a psychiatrist first, and see if it doesn't work. "

Xu Zihe's heart skipped a beat. Although Mo Ci seemed to have no problems, he had many psychological problems that could not be seen. Didn't he have smiling depression, and now the other party wanted to see a psychiatrist, which really worried him. "Mo Ci, you... are you okay?"

"It's okay." Mo Ci took off his sunglasses and stuffed them into Xu Zihe's hands, then he stood up and pointed out the window, "I didn't say that, I'm going to find my destiny."

Xu Zihe looked in the direction of Mo Ci's finger, and there stood a man with black hair and blue eyes in a suit.

It's like walking towards your own destiny.

Others probably thought he was here to strike up a conversation, even Yu Chu himself might think so, but only he knew that he was here to find his destiny.

He doesn't know whether the prophet or the prophet is satisfied, but he quite likes the information asymmetry at this moment.

Mo Zhi thought this way when he was walking in front of Meroving, he stood still in front of him, with a smile on his face, a rare gentle and charming expression, and raised his hand to signal the other party to finish the phone call first.

Meroving said a few more words to the person on the phone before hanging up the phone. Listening to these words, Mo Ci guessed that the person on the other end might be Brandon.

He stretched out his hand and spoke French. He thought that he could not remember what he said that day, but only remembered the blurred image of the specific plot, but it turned out that this was not the case. When he opened his mouth, he blurted out the same sentence. "Hello, I'm Mo Ci, a director. May I have a chance to meet you?"

"Lance Meroving," Meroving said, "your French is very authentic."

"I've been in Paris for a few years, so I can speak French. Well, Mr. Meroving, can I buy you a cup of coffee? If you have time."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Meroving and nodded, exactly the same as "before", "Of course."

Mo Ci told Meroving about his script again, and he promised that what he described this time was more attractive than the "before" one. After all, he had actually filmed this movie once and sent an invitation to the other party again. .

"Why do you want me to be your hero?"

"Because you are art in my eyes, and, I know that if I invite you, you will definitely come."

Meroving felt that Mo Ci was too sure, even though he came to China this time to get in touch with him, he was overjoyed and felt that the other party was too sure.

"Mo Ci, you are a little too sure."

Mo Ci put his finger on his lips and made a silencing gesture, with a smile on his lips, "This is intuition."

After Meroving left, Mo Ci sat there by himself and searched the latest news on his mobile phone. He still felt that this matter was a bit weird, especially since he never believed in such things as strange powers and chaos. It's not even good to start the movie.But it doesn't make sense to say that those were just dreams, after all, his consciousness returned to the coffee shop and he was still fully awake.

It's not that it's not good here, it's just that there are still people waiting for him, "before" and "after".

After Xu Zihe came back from dealing with the matter, only Mo Ci was left sitting there, and he asked, "So, Mr. Mo, how is your chat with your destined one?"

"Prepare the contract," Mo Ci smiled, "he will agree."

Xu Zihe raised his hand and made a "powerful" gesture, "As expected of Mo Dao, amazing!"

"Of course I will get what I want," Mo Ci pushed the cold cup of coffee aside, "I will also figure out what I didn't figure out."

Xu Zihe looked at his tough posture, and found that his brows were unconsciously frowned.His expression was not too relaxed, as if he was thinking about some life-important proposition. "Hey, that psychiatrist, are you serious? If you have anything, you can tell me."

"Well," Mo Ci closed his eyes, he only said one sentence, but seemed to answer two questions. "I need someone smart to talk to."

Xu Zihe: "..."

Suddenly I felt offended.