Stendhal Syndrome [Entertainment]

"I didn't guess it, maybe the point that I had to come to Lance confused me, but I really didn't guess it." On the night of May [-]th, Mo Ci said, "So, what is it?"

"You'll know later." Standing behind him, Yu Chu raised a hand to cover Mo Ci's eyes, "Let's go, I'll show you the gift I want to give you."

"Why don't you find me a blindfold to put on, it's so troublesome." Mo Ci said with a smile.

"In this way, I can take it for granted that I stand behind you and hold your waist." Yu Chu said, rubbing his belly.

"Walking like this is easy to fall." Mo Ci said, still smiling.

Yu Chu's voice also contained a smile, "Then you just fall backwards on top of me."

"it is good."

The two of them walked and talked like this, walked forward step by step, turned a corner, and then heard Mo Ci say "we're here", but Yu Chu still didn't let go of Mo Ci's blindfolded hand, he just stuck to it like this Mo Ci's ears opened.

"This gift has actually been prepared for a long time, probably more than three years ago. To be precise, it was not prepared in the form of a gift. It is the expression of my true feelings and the result of my feelings. It will change more and more in the future. More so, it's an outward expression of my lifelong commitment."

When Yu Chu said this, Mo Ci vaguely guessed what this gift was. He could actually say it. Before he actually saw it, Mo Ci had a reason to win the bet, but he suddenly gave up.

Just like the romance during the fireworks that kept him from opening his mouth, this time, in Mo Ci's own balance, the sense of ritual and romance also instantly overwhelmed the sense of superiority he wanted to obtain in bed.

He had something to say but he didn't want to say it. He waited for Yu Chu to reveal, and he was willing to lose.

"I always want them to be seen by you at a special time. I have carefully thought about what is special. I think that only things related to you in my time are special, such as the first birthday I spent with you. , and at the same time the special of the special.”

After he finished speaking, he put down the hand covering Mo Ci's eyes. Mo Ci saw everything in front of him. There were many oil paintings, big or small, all of which were the same person.

"Twelve o'clock has passed, and it is now May [-]th. Happy birthday Mo Ci, this is my birthday wish. This is the first birthday I spent with you, and I hope I can spend it with you from now on .”

Mo Ci has been moved by plots and plots in movies or books, and shed tears because of it, but he has never shed a tear for the real life of his own. He thinks it is a kind of alienated strength, a kind of strange indifference.

It was today, at this moment, at this moment, the zero o'clock of his birthday, and he couldn't help crying because of being touched, even though he could actually polish and modify a better version of Yu Chu's words just now, he also cried because of it.

I can't express it in my heart.

Be within reach.

"Why are you still crying?" Yu Chu stood behind him, raised his hand to wipe away his tears, "I don't want you to cry here."

"I don't know either, probably because of Stendhal's syndrome." Mo Ci said, then turned around and hugged Yu Chu tightly, "I like it very much, I like this birthday present, I like you even more, I like you able to like me."

Next, Mo Ci carefully looked at each of Yu Chu's oil paintings, he lingered and stopped, and fell into memories.

"Is this the first time we met?" Mo Ci pointed to one of them. That one was under the shade of a green tree, with a black car and the floor-to-ceiling windows of the cafe as the background, and Mo Ci in the front was wearing light blue The T-shirt and black trousers stretched out their hands, smiling at Yanyan. "Actually, I don't really remember what I was wearing that day. I only remember what you were wearing."

"I'm the opposite of you, I only remember you."

"It should be." Mo Ci said with a smile.

"Where's this one?" Mo Ci asked, and on it was Mo Ci who was sitting sideways and standing in the corner, wearing a black shirt with loose neckline, sleeves rolled up, exposing forearms.Mo Ci thought about it, but without the background as a reminder, he really failed to remember.

"This is the first time you've kissed me."

"Oh, oh," Mo Ci recalled, "It was the time I cheated with the kiss? But it was also the first time you kissed me. It was hard to say whether it was a kiss or not."

When he said this, he smiled, "When I think about it now, I think you were a bit scheming at the time. You obviously liked me but didn't say anything."

Yu Chu looked at him and smiled, "Because I want you to like me more, you know, I have been pursuing the specialness in your heart, and I have achieved it, haven't I?"

"Because you are Yu Chu, of course you will do it."

The other picture next to this painting is Mo Ci standing in front of the photography work, admiring the white overalls with a fiery red windbreaker, and his long hair combed into a ponytail. "I remember that I only wore this red trench coat at the Florence Biennale of Contemporary Art, and you should have been here." When he came back that day, Xu Zihe spilled coffee on him, and the dress has been scrapped ever since I haven't worn it again, but he still likes it, so I was impressed.

Yu Chu nodded, "Well, it was Brandon who met you and secretly took a photo for me, telling me that you were accosted by many people, and told me to be careful that my sweetheart was abducted by glib Italians."

"Then what do you say?" Mo Ci put his hands on the easel and asked him with a smile.

"I said, my sweetheart is better at sweet talk than those Italians, only he is abducting others, there is no reason to be abducted by others."

Mo Ci snapped his fingers, expressing his satisfaction with Yu Chu's understanding of him.

"Do you remember this one?" Yu Chu took the initiative this time.

When Mo Ci saw the above background, he knew that he must still be in Florence. He was wearing a white T with letters, cropped trousers showing a section of calf and ankle, and a beige long coat outside.

He actually remembered that they were the ones who filmed Rong Qing's MV that day, but he still shook his head, "I don't remember."

"You are going to shoot the MV for Rong Qing, and you asked me to be your assistant. I was wearing a beige suit jacket when I knocked on your door that morning, but you also wore this beige suit jacket when you changed your clothes. I thought it was a couple outfit. Although we were just friends at the time, I was still happy to do such a thing in the name of friends, so I drew this picture later. I wonder if you did it on purpose Of."

"Actually, I remember, and I know that you know that I did it on purpose." Mo Ci looked at him, "I remember the situation at that time, I saw your beige color, and I chose this one on purpose, just to wear a couple with you It’s just pretending, I did it on purpose, otherwise I would definitely avoid this color.”

Mo Ci walked forward, "At that time we did a lot of things in the name of friends that should not be done by friends, didn't we? Some you took the initiative and some I took the initiative." He said and saw another one, and pointed it, "This is the day After we met in the Basilica of Our Lady of Flowers, we came out and walked to the bridge. I told you the story of Fei Lengcui. I said that my previous choice was doomed to lose you now, but your reaction at that time was indeed beyond my expectation. "

"Is it because of this?" Yu Chu picked up a strand of his hair and kissed it, just like when he was on the bridge.

"Yeah, once you made such a move, I almost wanted to drag you directly to the nearest hotel." Mo Ci blinked at this point, "But I held back, otherwise our story Maybe a more erotic plot should be added."

"You dragged me out of the hotel."

Mo Ci shrugged his shoulders, "So I just think about it now, and have a good time."

"What about this? I really can't remember this at the time." He raised his chin and motioned Yu Chu to look at the one on the other side. He felt that the background should be a theater or something, and the crowd was covered by Yu Chu. Dark color, only his color is bright, wearing a suit jacket between water green and light green, the cuffs are pushed up to reveal the forearm, leaving a silhouette.

"This is when you went to the Cannes Film Festival with "Stendhal Syndrome", you were showing it, I went to see it, but you probably didn't see me. This is the first time I saw "Stendhal Syndrome" The final version of Syndrome, but I was absent-minded and just wanted to see you a few more times."

Mo Ci thought about it now, "Actually, I saw you at the time. After the movie ended, I only saw a figure leaving in a hurry. At that time, I somehow thought it was you, but I haven't finished that scene yet. Pride and so-called self-esteem, so I didn't step forward to find you."

"I was catching a plane at the time, so I didn't stay long after the movie ended." Yu Chu smiled, "I should have gone to find you if I had known, at least I should have told you that I am very glad that you still used the portrait I drew. In the movie."

"It's impossible for me not to use that portrait. That portrait is meaningful both to myself and to the movie." Mo Ci paused here, and then continued, "It makes "Stendhal Syndrome" more complete, and it also makes "Stendhal Syndrome" more complete. Make myself more complete."

"I know, after all, the people in the painting are beyond everything and are the most moving. They are greater than saints and nobler than gods."

This sentence appeared for the first time when Mo Ci confessed that he liked him, but only wanted to go deep into the body that night with the aroma of red wine. The second time it appeared on the card attached to Y’s painting that Yu Chu sent. The third appearance is here, they have fallen in love, and they took it out to recall the past, and the scene reappeared.

"For me, this person is you." Mo Ci said.

That night, Mo Ci’s Weibo posted a photo of him standing in a room with many oil paintings in the background, each with the same face on it.

"I finally know."

Only five words, he wrote.

I finally know.

On those days when we were apart, someone thought of me, put me into a painting, and after meeting again, gave them all to me.

Boundless joy, eternal love.