Stendhal Syndrome [Entertainment]

"You're not quite right today." At noon, Xu Zihe came over with his lunch and sat across from Mo Ci to eat, pawing and saying.

"What's wrong?"

"Well, it's the look..." Xu Zihe thought for a while, and finally found a reasonable word, "Like a cat that stole the fish."

"Oh." Mo Ci nodded and continued to eat, it was indeed a steal.

Seeing this expression, Xu Zihe knew that he was about to suffer, almost ten thousand alpacas galloped by in his heart, "Fuck, you won't really do something, Mo Ci, you consider our shooting progress, if you put someone else You can't get out of bed if you are tossing around, and you will lose money if you delay the progress, okay?"

"You think much faster than I do." Mo Ci said lazily. "But if there is a chance, the money will be charged to my card."

Xu Zihe felt that he was going to collapse. When Mo Ci said he wanted to do it, he thought it was okay, but now he was in a complicated mood no matter how he heard it. "Damn it, you're really a scum, if you attack your own actors, you won't be afraid of others saying you have unspoken rules."

"Did they say that I don't have enough of these? Zhong Sheng, Lou Que, Lin Shen, and Qingqing, among my actors, which one of them has not been edited by those marketing numbers? There are a few rules, and I even feel that this is my character design that can stand upright, so it’s not bad, at least it has a distinctive personality and has the foundation to be a character in the play.” After Mo Ci finished eating the asparagus, he pushed the lunch box away, "But I'm not an unspoken rule. Do you think I still need to use my director's identity and rights to suppress people? At least from the outside, I can still do it."

Xu Zihe drew a long voice, expressionless, "No need. Come if you like, anyway, what I say is useless." He is only worried that Mo Ci's freshness will not last until the end of the movie. Just part ways, if Meroving's mood swings can't be played out, it will be over.

It was early that day, after all, after a few days of vacation, I would go to faraway Italy.

When Merovingian was taking off his makeup, Mo Ci entered the dressing room and put his hand on his shoulder, "Would you like to have a drink with me? Petrus of Bordeaux, I guess you will like it."

"Okay." Meroving nodded and smiled at him.He looked at Mo Ci, as if he had suddenly returned to Bordeaux in France, and even the air seemed to be tinged with the mellow aroma of red wine.

Mo Ci poured the red wine into the decanter, "I brought this back when I went to Bordeaux three years ago. Ruby's oak aroma is delicious and unique. It was just in time for the local river festival. It was very lively, with music, dancing, There was also a sailing regatta, and Haydn’s Symphony No. 90 in G Major that day was also very good.”

Meroving also smiled, "Classical music always fascinates people, and "Surprise" is indeed shocking. The timpani in the second movement is a stroke of genius, which can only be imagined by a genius musical mind."

Mo Ci sat across from Meroving. Many things can only be kept simple while staying in the hotel, but this does not affect his enjoyment of life and the possible in-depth development of their relationship with the person opposite him. "I thought it would be difficult for you to adapt to the diet and environment here, after all, it's a foreign country."

"Then my ability to adapt is not bad." In fact, until now, he has not been able to determine Mo Ci's intention for calling him here. Starting a topic with small talk is a routine used by adults. It's hard to say.

"Let's talk about the script, Lance, so many days have passed, now, what do you think of Mr. Y?"

As the leading actor in "Stendhal Syndrome", only if the character of Mr. Y stands up, can this movie have the possibility of standing up.As an image that is abstracted and magnified in a script, there will always be some changes at the moment of interpretation. It just depends on whether the chemical reaction is wonderful.

Merovingian organized his language, "Well, he is a crazy painter who is different from Charles Strickland in Maugham's works."

"The Moon and Sixpence?" Mo Ci raised his eyebrows. The extension Meroving gave him is quite interesting, after all, it is compared with the more typical and abstract Gauguin.

"Well," Merovingian nodded, "Strickland's madness is manifested in abandoning his wife and children to stay away from Europe, not caring about human relationships, and finally burning himself and his most satisfactory works. And Mr. Y's Crazy is reflected in his normality, he looks at painting exhibitions, sees sculptures, walks on the streets of Florence, the Gothic style of Santa Maria del Fiore Cathedral, the Baroque reliefs of Pitti Palace, the bells of Giotto's bell tower, and the art of the Uffizi Gallery. Revival. He appreciates these things and then paints. He has great ambitions in his heart, and wants to paint the best painting. He only paints one painting in his life, and uses this painting to surpass all of these. This is another kind of calmness the deviant."

Mo Ci's tone was a bit sarcastic, "But in reality there is no Strickland, only Gauguin. The reality is that Gauguin wanted to leave the island and return to Europe, but he was discouraged by his friends. The reason is probably that if you go back It destroys your current image in Europe, they all regard you as deviant, so crazy and art-oriented, if you destroy this, your paintings are worthless."

"There is no Mr. Y in reality, Mo Ci, what you have achieved is your romanticism."

"Well, I think you're right." Mo Ci didn't refute this time, he blinked his eyes, "So, my gentleman, what do you think, our Mr. Y, the picture he wants to draw, What kind?"

"figure."

"Character?" Mo Ci repeated the word. In fact, this was the answer he wanted in his heart, but now he wanted to hear Meroving's understanding even more.

"All landscapes, whether natural or man-made, can't compare to the beauty of people themselves." Merovingian looked at the people in front of him with a pair of blue eyes, "Renaissance, to revive people, your script should also emphasize the beauty of people." .”

"Maybe my intention is not to emphasize people, but to emphasize art. Everything will pass away, and only romanticism can live forever. This is what you just said." Mo Ci got up from his chair and went to fetch the decanter and red wine glasses Arrange it well, then pour the wine inside, the scarlet wine stays inside, with some rippling. "Of course, I also think that our Mr. Y will draw a portrait of a character."

He handed one of the red wine glasses to Meroving, the smile in his eyes was as rippling as the red wine in the glass, it was a spring tide of warmth and tenderness, ambiguous and turbulent, and it was about to press down on the other party.

"Because, in a person's heart, there is always someone who transcends everything and is the most touching."

"Greater than a saint, nobler than a god."

Merovingian felt that he meant something. Of course, this is also a normal way for adults to socialize.He's not a cocky guy, and his upbringing limits him to thoughts like "he must like me for doing/talking to me that way" that can only be explained by cutesy stupidity.But reality does not develop in this way according to reason. This person came to him with a glance, praised him and motioned him to kiss him. If these things don't involve emotions, then he can't explain what they involve.

only......

Meroving thought of the information contained in the chats he heard this morning. He had seen all kinds of news that he didn't know whether it was true or not. They were mixed with this morning's information, and he could only tell him one thing ——Mo Ci has never been in love, he doesn't care about other people's sincerity, he thinks it is useless.

Yes, useless stuff.

"Mo Ci," Meroving took the glass of wine, his eyes fixed on Mo Ci, his blue eyes seemed to reflect the vast world of sky and sea. "Did you find me the first time you saw me because I was the Galatea you wanted to carve?"

King Pygmalion of Cyprus didn't like those mortal women and decided never to marry, but he carved a beautiful ivory statue of a maiden. He devoted all his time, energy, enthusiasm, love and affection to this statue. Give her Galatea, and beg the gods to make her his wife.Aphrodite, the goddess of love, was so moved by him that she gave life to the statue and married them.

Nice ancient Greek story, isn't it?

But if you put it on a real person, it will definitely change the taste.To try to sculpt a part of a real person who is already there is to deny those qualities that are already there in him.

But Mo Ci felt that Meroving had more than one meaning—even if Meroving didn’t understand Chinese and didn’t know what his words meant in the morning—he was asking more things.

Am I the Galatea you want to carve?

Am I you, the one who intends, or is willing to give time, energy, enthusiasm, and even love?

Mo Ci laughed, but his eyes were lazy, with a kind of cool light.

"This is not ancient Greece, and I am not Pygmalion. Of course, my dear Lance, you are not Galatea."

"Everything about you is beautiful, how can I be willing to change it?"

In fact, this is enough, the meaning implies that it has been clearly stated, adults should be smart and self-interested to stop this conversation at this moment, and continue to be friends as if nothing happened.But Mo Ci didn't want to continue with such ambiguous words, so he opened up and made it clear, so as to fulfill those passionate desires in his heart that were about to surge out.

He held the glass and touched Meroving, the glass collided with a crisp sound.

"However, Lance, I do like you very much and want to have a deeper relationship with you. However, what I want is only the depth of the physical distance, not talking about the soul, not about love."

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(1) Haydn's No.90 Four Symphony (Surprise), G major, Hob.1.94, made in 1791.Its name is due to the sudden appearance of a full ensemble in the second movement, plus the strong playing of timpani.Britain uses the emotional term "surprise"; Germany calls it drumming (Puakenschlag).

(2) Charles Strickland is the protagonist of Maugham's "The Moon and Sixpence", and the prototype is the painter Gauguin.