Stendhal Syndrome [Entertainment]

Mo Ci brought Kate with him when he returned from Rong Qing's house. Yu Chu liked Kate very much. Before Kate came here, he would always open canned cat food for her to smooth her fur. Doug didn't have such preferential treatment.Rong Qing gave the answer after hearing what Mo Ci said when he was "over there", probably because he opened a can of meat for Doug, so Yu Chu can only be nice to Kate.To make it clear, she really didn't think that Yu Chu would be jealous of a dog. This level is not something that ordinary people can do.

"I took you back just to fall in love," Mo Ci hugged Kate and looked at it, "Be a good cat, so I will consider treating you better in another world. After all, I was still abroad 'at the time'. Remember to buy you canned cat food."

Kate let out a "meow" and stared at him with round eyes, probably looking at the two-legged beast again.

"Forget it," Mo Ci touched its head, "It's nonsense to tell you."

Kate yelled again, and raised her paw to get off Mo Ciba's hand that was pulling it.

Mo Ci was used to falling in love with this cat, so he just carried it to open the door of the villa.

"You bought a cat back?" Merovingian was sitting on the sofa reading the book that Mo Ci brought back from France. When he heard the sound, he raised his head and saw Mo Ci hugging a beautiful ragged cat. Jumping off his arms, he walked leisurely on the carpet.

"I bought it for my friend. She was busy, so I brought it back." Mo Ci asked, "Do you like cats? If you don't like cats, I will lock it in the house. Anyway, it is also good at self-sufficiency." Entertain yourself."

"Well," Meroving closed the book and put it aside, watched the cat come up to him and rubbed against his trouser legs, then reached out to touch it, "My sister has three puppet cats, what are their names? ?”

Mo Ci lamented that Kate really didn't match his aura and said, "It's called Kate, and it has a dog companion named Doug."

"A matching name? Sounds like your friend is interesting."

"She's very interesting." Mo Ci nodded, and sat down on the sofa, separated from Meroving by a very delicate example, within a normal safe distance, but still separated a little, as if the air could be vaguely penetrated Feel the other person's body temperature.

He has always been very talented in teasing people, let alone practice makes perfect.

Mo Ci glanced at the cover of the book, "Are you reading Gide's "The Narrow Gate" that I brought back? This should be a must-read for your French students, right? After all, it is André Gide." How could it be? Don't the French look at Gide?

"Despite its world-renowned reputation, this book does not seem to be suitable for young adults." Meroving said.

"Oh my god," Mo Ci leaned closer to Meroving, "Lance, I didn't expect you to be a conservative. This book is nothing, it's just about spiritual love with some sacred meaning, and It’s still a tragic ending, why is it not suitable for juvenile books? Freedom and holiness, as well as deep love, God, why do people have to make choices here? At least I asked this question after reading it myself, and suddenly I think puppy love is boring."

"Puppy love is boring?" Meroving repeated Mo Ci's last few words with some doubts, "I'm sorry, I just didn't expect you to say these words."

"Well, actually, when I was still a teenager, I felt that my peers were too immature and I didn't want to have a relationship with them. Later, I turned to think that the relationship itself is very immature and meaningless, and it is true to put shackles on myself. There is no need for it. As for now," Mo Ci paused here, and then continued with a smile, "Didn't I meet you now, I just realized now that the shackles were not given by others, but I brought it up by myself, and willingly.”

Mo Ci got a little closer to him, but he didn't post it, but still separated by a vague distance. "A narrow road cannot allow two people to walk side by side, but it leads to eternal life. The wide road and wide gate lead to hell, but what's so terrible about going to hell if you walk side by side with you?"

"I'd rather go to hell."

"Sure enough, it's a confession that fits in every stitch."

Mo Ci was a little funny when he heard this sentence, after all, Yu Chu was like this at that time, he would express his love whenever he could, but he didn't expect it to be him now.

"Yeah," Mo Ci laughed, stretching out his finger to touch Meroving's, "I have to remind you that I like you and I'm chasing you, don't I? What if you forget? What if I don't I'm going to die of sadness."

"I won't forget."

"I knew you would never forget." Mo Ci got the answer he wanted, "This is the last joy I expected when I told it."

Meroving smiled, but said nothing.

"You said you came here to travel, have you visited all the places? Is there any place you want to go? Since I appointed you, more than half of my task has been completed, but with a perfect leading role like you, I Naturally, everything else must be worthy of you, right? So I will start casting in a few days, and I probably won’t be able to accompany you like I am now." Mo Ci said to him, propping his chin.

Mo Luowen narrowed his eyes, "It's okay, I can stay here and read the script, after all, this is something that takes a lot of time to complete, doesn't it?"

"Yes, so I'm very glad that I used it to write the script of "Stendhal Syndrome" in order to practice French, otherwise it would take a lot of time just to translate this now." Mo Ci sighed, "If you will Chinese is fine."

"Didn't you say you would teach me?"

"I'll teach you when I'm free. So you promise me quickly, so that I have a reason to stay with you all the time." Mo Ci blinked at him and stood up, "First think about whether you want to go I'm going to open a can for Kate, this guy has a very picky taste."

"Okay." Meroving watched him leave, and Kate, who didn't know where she ran to, suddenly came back, jumped onto the sofa, and raised her eyes to look at him.

"Cecilia keeps saying that the cat is psychic," Meroving said looking at it, "do you know what he thinks?"

"Mi woo." Kate yelled, squatting there and licking her little paw.

Meroving raised his hand to touch Kate's head, then withdrew his hand, and reopened the "Narrow Door",

This was originally a novella, and he had seen almost the end.

It was the conversation that impressed him the most——

""You love me...but you feel sorry for me! "

"I can't put my love in the past."

"It must pass, like everything else."

"This is a kind of love that can only live and die with me."

"It's going to wear off. The Alyssa you claim to love is just in your memory. One day, you'll just remember loving her."

He was indeed a teenager when he read this book. At that time, he hadn't successfully realized this feeling, and even thought it was a love story that he would forget after reading it, but as he got older, this feeling Gradually faded, but something else surged up.

It wasn't originally called that, it was supposed to be called The Death of Miss Clare, but, the Gospel of Luke says, "Strive to enter through the narrow gate."

So they had to go on alone until they were assembled before God.

Why put up with this?

Merovingian asked himself.

You obviously like him and want to get close to him and have a closer relationship with him, why don't you accept him now?

He thought about it, and found that he seemed to be standing in the labyrinth of Crete, and it wasn't necessarily Theseus, who could pull Ariadne's string.

To find the answer, that should be very important, more than the ambiguous signs and emotional words that have already existed.

When Mo Ci came back, he opened the canned cat food and poured it into the small bowl that Kate used every time he came. Kate jumped off the sofa when she heard the sound, and Mo Ci returned to the sofa and sat down again after washing her hands. "Have you thought of anything?"

"Shouldn't this be you, a local, making an introduction?"

"But under normal circumstances, I don't go where you go. It's like many people in Chang'an have never seen the Terracotta Army, even though it is one of the eight wonders of the world and they are close to the water."

"It's also hard for me not to go to the Cathedral of the Angels in Reims in years."

Mo Ci tilted his head, "Because you don't believe in God?"

Meroving said lightly, "God doesn't attract me, and I don't have anything to rely on to pray for atonement or to gain mercy."

Mo Ci raised his eyebrows, "If you say this, the purpose is too strong." After all, under normal circumstances, people will always give some high-sounding reasons.

"Maybe it's because I'm a businessman. Even if I'm an art dealer, the essence is the latter word."

"Maybe," Mo Ci shrugged, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, "Let's bring it back to the topic. If I can find some good places, I think it's good to go to the hot springs, but I think it's good in terms of our current relationship. It's a pity for this kind of place. Well," he searched with his mobile phone, "How about this, go to the art exhibition? I just saw the art exhibition hosted by the Scanner Auction House, Gustav Caillebotte's personal Exhibition, Impressionism, there are actually "Raining Streets of Paris" and "Interior", the quality is very high. It will be the day after tomorrow, um, do you like his paintings?"

Meroving nodded, "Not bad, I didn't expect you to like him too, after all he's relatively small."

"I have dabbled in this area. Otherwise, when I met someone as outstanding as you, it would be too bad to only mention names like Monet, Van Gogh, and Gauguin, wouldn't it?" Mo Ci laughed, bringing With eyebrows and eyes bent, bright and brilliant, "So, are you going? Come with me."

"of course."