Stendhal Syndrome [Entertainment]

When Mo Ci was not fully awake, he stretched out his hand and touched the side and found that no one woke up, so he sat on the bed and smiled.

It's not 'there', it's not three years later, someone in his bed to ask for a good morning kiss in the morning.

Mo Ci got up, opened the wooden cabinet next to it with transparent glass, took out a bottle of Scotch whiskey from it, and took the glass next to it.

Originally, he planned to pour a full glass, but when he was halfway filled, he hesitated for a moment, then withdrew his hand, held the glass and drank it down in one gulp.

While drinking that glass of wine, he suddenly thought about what it would be like if he woke up one morning with a unclear mind and thought he was still "there" and directly dragged Meroving to bed.

It probably won't be a good result, no matter whether the other party pushes him away or directly kisses him, it doesn't seem to be a good result.

He put the wine glass there, and then went to wash while pulling his clothes.

Mo Ci changed into a white shirt with bat sleeves and dark green trousers. He tied his hair up high for the sake of coolness. He opened the door and stood by the railing on the second floor with his hands on it and looked down. Luo Wen had already finished packing. He was wearing a black shirt and trousers, and was on the phone with his mobile phone. After thinking for a while, he went to the cloakroom and took out a black metal brooch and pinned it to his clothes. It was in cursive Italian, Mo Ci can't remember its origin, whether he bought it himself or a gift from someone else or a brand owner, and he doesn't know what kind of metal it is.But I always feel that there is a destiny in the dark, that he appeared here to remind him of something.

Remind me what?

Mo Ci decided to save the question for later. After all, this is definitely not the focus now, but pursuing his sweetheart is.Fumbling his fingers on the cold metal, he turned and walked out down the stairs.

Meroving hadn't finished his phone call, and he didn't walk towards him, he just leaned on the handrail of the stairs and watched him from a distance.

He felt that Merovingian was both familiar and strange.

Familiarity comes from the soul and blood, and strangeness comes from years of time.

This way of saying it seems to be able to explain it, but it still shouldn't be, it is unclear, and it makes him have a kind of irritability that is unique to seasons in addition to tenderness.

Yes, it's definitely a matter of season transitions.

"Let's go," Merovingian walked towards him after making the phone call, squinting his eyes to see the brooch he was wearing, "Amorepersempre." He spoke Italian with a beautiful tone, which was not as good as his pretending. The Chinese in the meeting is much more beautiful.Although Mo Ci didn't know Italian, he could tell from his eyes that he was reading the cursive characters on his brooch.

Mo Ci leaned there, smiling happily, "What do you mean?"

"Amorepersempre, Italian, translated as 'eternal love'."

"It's really suitable for me, after all, I want to fall in love with you forever." Mo Ci patted his arm after saying this, "Let's go, let's go to the art exhibition."

"I once held a Picasso exhibition here, and it was overcrowded." Mo Ci and Meroving stopped in front of the "Traffic Island on Boulevard Omans", admiring Gustave Caillebotte's brushstrokes Said, "But there are not many people today." Although this "Traffic Island on Boulevard Omans" has a light yellow hue, sporadic people walk on it, and even though "Rule de Arevi, from the sixth floor to "Looking Down" renders the slightly drunken glow of the sky, which is moving and beautiful.

He did not say this to condemn such a situation, but simply stated the facts.After all, during the Picasso exhibition, he was deliberately touched by others in the crowd. This incident impressed him deeply, and he went back to wash it for a long time.But fortunately, there were so many people at that time, otherwise he might beat people to the bone.

"This is normal, and it's just a matter of publicity and packaging. If the Scandinavian auction house is willing, Gustave Caillebotte's paintings can still be crowded with people. After all, he has such moving brushstrokes." Meroving After finishing this, he added, "Of course, even if it's not Gustave Caillebotte, as long as the marketing is right, there are still people flocking to the paintings of a third-rate artist."

Oh, Mo Ci thinks that he himself forgot that the Scandinavian auction house is the Merovingians.

He raised his eyebrows, "Sure enough, the inertia of work will be brought to life, like what I see will be associated with movies, and it will be naturally linked to marketing promotions when you see it."

"That's right," Meroving laughed, "This is the world of mortals."

Mo Ci and Meroving met an acquaintance in front of the "Raining Streets of Paris". To be precise, they were Meroving's acquaintances. His ex-boyfriend seems to be a supermodel.

He once met Yu Chu at the airport when he and Yu Chu went to Lance, but he didn't expect to meet again when he was "here". It really was fate.

"Lance, long time no see." The blond boy smiled at him. The three of them were all eye-catching in appearance and height, and the gathering together at this time attracted many people to watch.

"Clifford, I didn't expect to see you here."

The last time Mo Ci encountered such a situation, he chose to leave the old lover a chance to meet again, but this time he obviously did not intend to do so. He put his hand on Merovingen's shoulder and smiled at him After a while, his eyes are seductive, "Lance, should I introduce you?"

"Mo Ci, this is Clifford." Meroving said, "Clifford, this is Mo Ci."

Mo Ci patted him on the shoulder, "Shouldn't you say more? For example, I'm pursuing you?"

"Oh," Clifford raised his eyebrows, "If that's the case, Lance, you should also introduce me as your ex-boyfriend."

"It's the past tense, isn't it? There's nothing to introduce." Mo Ci frowned and smiled at him, then turned his face to look at Meroving, "Didn't you say you want to have dinner together? Let's go, it's over if it's later It's the scheduled time."

Merovingian nodded, "That Clifford, goodbye."

"okay, bye."

After walking a few steps, Meroving asked him in a low voice, "Did you really make a reservation for the restaurant?"

"No," Mo Ci smiled, "I did it on purpose just now."

"How did you know he was my ex, before he told you?"

No, actually I know, and you told me the last time.

"Intuition, maybe it's because he's beautiful. If I hadn't met you, I would have wanted to flirt with him." After Mo Ci finished speaking, Meroving just smiled helplessly, blinked his eyes and continued. Said, "I'm very crisis-conscious, but the main reason I do this is not because of crisis awareness, but because I'm jealous. I don't want to see you talking and laughing at Yanyan with someone who used to have a close relationship with you."

When he said this, they had already left the exhibition hall, and it was raining heavily in the moody weather outside, and the wet soil had a unique aroma, which was dust after wind and dust.

He spoke under the rainstorm, his voice was low, and his French was moving.

"Dear Lance, I really like you."

On the third day after going to the art exhibition, Mo Ci started casting. This matter always upset Mo Ci, but he still had to do it.He has one thing that needs to be solved by audition.

"Okay, next one." Due to time constraints, Mo Ci didn't get the information of the next audition person, but he didn't care, after all, he just wanted to see the feeling of acting, and he didn't care too much about other things. Care too much.He was randomly turning the signature pen on the table while waiting for the next person.

Then came in a woman in a flaxen dress, smiling at him with a gentle voice. "Director Mo, I'm Li Xiaoran who came to audition."

Mo Ci was stunned suddenly, then stopped turning the pen, and then showed a smile, with some unconcealable joy in his eyes.

He picked up the notebook next to him, "Oh, I know, I remember you acted in a web drama called "The Age of Fallen Light", right?"

"Yes, yes, that was the first work I acted in. I didn't expect Director Mo to know about it."

"I know there is a reason for it. By the way, according to the information, you graduated from Linchuan University, not a major?"

"Well, yes." Li Xiaoran nodded, and said softly, "Mr. Mo, are you only planning to choose actors with a professional background?"

"Nothing, I don't care about these, I only care about the feeling of acting." Mo Ci said, "By the way, do you know Lin Xu?"

"It's the protagonist in Director Mo's "Light and Shadow", right? Lou Que actor played that."

"Well," Mo Ci smiled when he heard the answer, "Go ahead and try the third paragraph."

"it is good."

Mo Ci watched her perform, and put the notebook he was holding aside.The casting director sitting next to it took a casual glance and found that it was white at all.

He just said, he obviously didn't get the materials.

But this is not right, when did Mo Ci know a little star so well, could it be that he changed his gender, lost interest in men and changed to a girl?After all, Mo Ci looked at each other with strange eyes, as if with a strange fanaticism.

The casting director was thinking about the love and hatred that the big director and the actress had to say. Li Xiaoran had already finished acting, and Mo Ci let the other party go down without saying anything. Instead of calling the next one, he picked up his mobile phone and called Phone, "Hello, Mr. Xu, do you have time? I want to meet you."

The casting director heard a chuckle from the opposite side, it was a kind of gentle male voice with a sense of telling. "Mr. Mo, if it's you, my answer is of course."

"Okay, then tell me the time, and I'll go find you."

Oh.

The casting director could see Mo Ci's joy, completely put aside the love story between a man and a woman just now and decided to make up for it.

Mr. Xu and Mr. Mo.

It sounds like a secret.

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Note Jun:

(1) Those paintings by Gustave Caillebotte are actually in the Louvre, sorry.

That's right, this is the casting director of the gossip last time.

And, I actually suddenly wanted to take part in the cults of Bo Moci and Xu Linduan, although I might be beaten to death if I did so.