Stendhal Syndrome [Entertainment]

"Casting is indeed a boring thing. If only I could meet all the actors I need like I met you." Mo Ci said after returning the next day, "As a director, I am embarrassed Getting angry at the actors who came to the audition really bored me."

If Xu Zihe or the casting director would be talking nonsense here, he really doesn't lose his temper very much. At most, he just smiled and said a few words casually. The other party has huge doubts about why he chose this career.

"Hey, Lance, come with me. Tomorrow, how about going to experience the atmosphere of casting with me? I can also tell you about the script by the way." He said, facing Mo Lorwen rolled his eyes.

"Yes." Merovingian nodded.

"Then how should I explain your identity?" Mo Ci thought for a while, "I happen to be short of a secretary, and the selection criteria are good-looking, tall, good-tempered and good-tempered, of course, if you have a pair of blue eyes It couldn't be better. So, would you like to make a cameo, mine is the best?"

"it is good."

Mo Ci gave himself affirmation in his heart, after all, he had already mentioned this matter during the audition today.

"It's so boring, it's so boring," Mo Ci threw the notebook on the table, "I only know why Huaguo's film and television industry is so hopeless every time I watch the audition. Are you sure that person just now has a professional background? Mr. Lin Changqinglin knows Did their film school produce such a remarkable 'talent'?"

The casting director felt fortunate that they were the only ones here, otherwise Mo Ci's words would have made headlines if it had spread, and the name would probably have been changed to "Shocked!"Mo Ci publicly shouted to Lin Changqing: It is your fault that Huaguo's film and television industry is hopeless! " and the like, but also the perfect use of irony.

"Why can't they be like my male protagonist, who can be Mr. Y just by looking at him."

Of course, the casting director also met Lance Meroving, and others went there when the contract was signed that day. Meroving's demeanor was really suitable for Mr. Y, and he also knew that Mo Ci stayed with him. In his own villa, he immediately constructed a sweet romance between an actor and a director who fell in love at first sight.

"Of course not everyone, that's why he will be your leading role." Said the casting director.

"I need a secretary."

"Huh?" The casting director felt that he couldn't keep up with Mo Ci's thinking speed.

"I want to find a secretary," Mo Ci confirmed the matter, "I will bring him here tomorrow."

"May I know who your secretary is?" the casting director asked, keenly looking for a hint of gossip.

"Well," Mo Ci smiled, "it's my obedient sweetheart."

? !

Mo Ci had a dream that night, which was related to the movie the day before yesterday.

He seems to be standing in the usual director's position, watching Mo Ci talking to Meroving in the camera, before showing the movie——

Mo Ci said, "This place is quite meaningful to me."

"Ok?"

"But I can't tell you now."

Mo Ci in the camera laughed, but he outside the camera knew why Mo Ci was smiling.

After all, part of the meaning here is brought by the movie, and the most important part is given by Yu Chu.

Here they confessed frankly, compromised with each other, and agreed to entangle and blaspheme each other for a lifetime.

Him and Yu Chu.

His Yu Chu.

"I look forward to the day you tell me."

He heard Mo Ci say, "Oh, of course, there will be that day."

Then the camera went black, no, exactly all the lights went out, he couldn't see anything, and then he heard a voice asking him, "Will that day really happen?"

"What?" Mo Ci didn't recognize who the voice was, but because he knew he was dreaming, he didn't think it was dangerous. "Why not that day?"

"You know it, Mo Ci, you know it yourself."

Mo Ci was silent for a while, then he squatted down and buried his head between his arms. "Yes I know."

"I know why you said that there is no such day, Yu Chu, I know."

His lover, his Yu Chu, was never just Lance Meroving.

Someone hugged him from behind, and kissed him on the back of his neck and the back of his ears. Mo Ci raised his head and turned to look at him. It was that familiar face.

But he knew that it was not the current Lance of "here", but the Yu Chu after "there".

He cuddles with him, kisses, and makes/loves in his dream.

Mo Ci woke up very early that day, and despite the fact that he couldn't expand the dream to describe the content that was not allowed by XX (you know who), it was the previous conversation that impressed him deeply.

Although he doesn't believe in Freud's "The Interpretation of Dreams", he somehow feels that dreams are somehow connected with reality. matter.

He can score clearly, he has to tell Lance, he has to respond to Yu Chu, he has to understand himself.

Mo Ci changed out of his clothes and put on a dark gray peaked cap. When he opened the door, he saw Merovingian standing there, wearing a white shirt, a gray vest, and plain glasses, as seen in Western dramas. The senior secretary next to the boss is often dressed like this, abstinent but lively.

"Good morning, Lance."

"Good morning, Mo Ci." Meroving felt that Mo Ci's attitude was a bit strange. Of course, this judgment itself was also very strange.After all, he felt a little strange because Mo Ci didn't come over to tease him when he saw him wearing this outfit this morning.

Out of curiosity about the secretary of Mo Ci's "obedient sweetheart", the casting director arrived half an hour early and stood at the door without going in, just waiting for Mo Ci to bring his little sweetheart over. After all, this evaluation standard It's not like treating a serious secretary, it's more like treating a "secretary" who can do this and that.

But when Mo Ci really came, the casting director was a little disappointed. After all, the one who walked there half a step behind the other party was the actor he had seen Mo Ci appointed in "Stendhal Syndrome", Lance Mello temperature.

That's it?

obedience?

sweetheart?

The casting director felt that he was deceived by Mo Ci, but after thinking about it, he felt even more emotional. The Frenchman, who looks elegant, noble and powerful, is willing to be half a step behind Mo Ci to be his sweetheart secretary. Play special role-playing, is there any more epic love story than this?

No more.

And now this, he was witnessing.

He was sure that the relationship between these two people was absolutely extraordinary. After all, Mo Ci's temper was obviously much better when Lance was there, at least he didn't use "hopeless", "stupid and pathetic", "are you not Go to university", even if Merovingian can't understand Chinese at all.

Love makes a person a better person.

He suddenly saw the live version of this sentence.

God is grateful to Merovingian, after all, with him, the possibility of Moci harming the world has been greatly reduced.

During lunch, Mo Ci received a message from Xu Zihe. The other party sent him some photos, which were bought from the paparazzi. They were photos of Mo Ci and Mo Luowen.There were those who ate together, those who drove back to the villa, and those who came here together this morning.

"It's pretty clear, but the composition is too bad." Mo Ci commented after watching it.

"Do you think I asked you to comment on this?" Xu Zihe replied quickly, "I just want to remind you that although I bought these photos, there must be someone else with your paparazzi. You have cultivated your moral character and did not contribute news, so you and Meroving should be careful not to go too far.”

"No." Mo Ci typed these three words.

"Don't be so confident, you have been photographed flirting with men in the street before, and you have hands and feet."

"Don't worry, I said no, and I won't in the future." Mo Ci replied like this, and then put the phone aside and didn't care about it anymore.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, Xu Zihe sent me a message to let me know how hard his work is. Every time this happens, I want to give him a raise." Mo Ci blinked, "Does this sound like a good person? .”

"You are a good person."

"Wow," Mo Ci laughed, "this evaluation is really high."

"No one can have a higher evaluation than you."

"Sure enough, France is good at talking about love."

Meroving watched the auditions for nearly a day. Although he also watched those actors, the more important thing was to observe Mo Ci. To be more precise, he was observing Mo Ci's eyes.

Meroving has always felt that there is a problem. He originally thought that there was a doubt between him and Mo Ci when Mo Ci was familiar with his inexplicable and inexplicable. He chose to reject Mo Ci because of this illogical thing. courtship, but now he feels that it is not, that is not the most important thing, the most important thing is something else.

He didn't know how to speak. After all, it was very difficult for him. This kind of thing could easily destroy people's self-identity, but he still chose to ask.

"Don't say anything."

"Huh?" Mo Ci raised his head from the stack of documents, and smiled at him, "What's the matter, dear?"

"Do you feel that the way you look at me is the same as looking at these people?"

Mo Ci was taken aback for a moment, but still asked him. "Lance, what do you mean?"

"You look through them to see how the characters you portray live in them. For me, you see the existence of another person."

Merovingian paused for a moment, and then continued to say—"Mo Ci, the game we played that day, the "Two Little Wu Guess" game, we just started at that time, so let's continue now, dare you tell me, what is the truth?"