Stendhal Syndrome [Entertainment]

When Mo Ci opened his eyes again, the street lights were already on. This busy city would not change much even when the sky was dark, but the sun's light was replaced by another type of light, but Ye Liang is scary, urging everyone not to rest in this way, otherwise they will be abandoned by the city. "I fell asleep, why are you still stuck on the road?"

Xu Zihe opened the car window and looked, "No way, this is Pingjing, the farthest distance in the world is the distance from the second ring to the third ring, not to mention there seems to be a car accident ahead. You shouldn't have bought it back then. This villa."

"Where can I buy it? Can I buy one that is not in Pingjing?" Mo Ci lowered his eyes. The dream just now was like looking back on the past, which made him really not in the mood. He is a smart person, so he hates being called by some people the most. It’s a clever mistake, and it’s still in that way. I feel embarrassed every time I think about it.

"Want to drink?" Mo Ci asked.

"Don't drink," anyway, being stuck on the road, Mo Ci also woke up, Xu Zihe started nagging at him, "You should drink less, can you live a few more years, my great director. I wake up every morning You have to read the social news first, because you are afraid of headlines such as 'a man in Yulin villa died suddenly at home'."

Mo Ci didn't care about this, "Don't worry, I've already written the will in advance, and left a copy for you."

Xu Zihe rolled his eyes and pushed him, "Then I still need to thank you."

"According to the way of the world, it should be like this."

"Get out." Xu Zihe cursed a few words, almost to the point where it can't be broadcast, the core meaning is probably that if Mo Ci keeps talking about death like this all day, he will resign and never talk to him again.

Mo Ci thought it was funny, this kind of threat similar to breaking up friendship only appeared when he was in kindergarten, and it was really special to hear such words after living for almost 30 years.He smiled and agreed, and then he leaned against Xu Zihe, causing him to panic and yell, "Hey, what are you doing, let me tell you that I really don't like men, don't do this, I really don't want to Wan, I don't want to like men, I just want to like girls, if you lean on me again, I will call the police!"

Mo Ci continued to laugh, "Call the police, I also want to see if anyone dares to arrest me."

After returning home, Mo Ci read the book while humming the tune of Rong Qing's song, put it down after reading, and then made a phone call, "Hey, Beiran, come out for a drink."

When Beiran entered the box, he saw Mo Ci leaning on the back of the sofa with his eyes closed, holding a wine glass in his hand, his legs crossed, his long hair draped behind him, like a flowing black river.He suddenly remembered the scene when he met Mo Ci for the first time, it was Rong Qing's trick, introducing her friends to each other.At that time, the other party also looked like this, lazily holding the wine glass, raised his eyelids and gave him a slanted look, with a rippling smile in it.

"Why did you ask me to drink suddenly?" Beiran walked over and took the cup from his hand, "I thought you were busy recently."

Mo Ci opened his eyes, and said in a calm tone, "It's okay, where can you be busy? Why, I'll buy you a drink, but you still don't want to?"

"Yes, of course I would. If you invite me to drink, how could I not want to." Bei Ran said as he sat down beside him, took a glass and poured wine. "I, I just want to know, there must be some reason for you to come to me on a whim." He had been tricked by Mo Ci before, and even though he wanted to, he still had a way of thinking.

"I owe you a drink, and I will pay it back today."

"You owe me a meal?" Beiran thought for a long time, "When did it happen? I don't remember why."

Mo Ci took half a glass of wine for himself, "It happened almost two years ago, and I had forgotten it at first, but I just remembered it when I fell asleep in the traffic jam this afternoon."

"Almost two years ago?" Bei Ran still didn't know which time Mo Ci was talking about, after all, the time given was too broad, even if he had a good memory, he couldn't remember it.

As soon as Mo Ci heard the tone, he knew that Bei Ran hadn't thought about it, so he glanced up, "Golden Scale Award, you posted on Weibo."

"Oh oh oh, I remembered," Beiran said, "I was just joking about that matter, now you invite me to drink suddenly, it's making a fuss..."

"It's fine to settle it on your account at that time." Mo Ci didn't care about such trivial matters, as long as he expressed his intentions, after all, the money for a drink was nothing to them.

"No, no, forget it. If Young Master Mo is willing to invite you, of course I have to show face."

Mo Ci smiled, "Based on your mother's seniority, in fact, you should call me little uncle, or little uncle."

Beiran's smiling expression just now froze immediately, "The seniority of your family is too ridiculous. If you count seven or eight generations, you may not be related by blood. What kind of little uncle is it? Good friend, you have to mention this What are you doing taking advantage of me?"

Listening to Beiran's words, Mo Ci laughed out loud, leaned back on the sofa, laughed for a long time before opening his mouth, "I'll just mention it casually, why are you reacting so badly?"

"Heh." Bei Ran sneered, "I don't care, you have to compensate me."

"What do you pay for?"

Beiran immediately became interested, and pulled Mo Ci to sit upright, "Then what, I signed a child, you make a new movie, give my child a role."

"This..." Mo Ci paused, then smiled, "Impossible."

"Why can't it, you just said that you want to compensate me."

"I don't know you? Beiran, the artists under your command are puppets of your personal will. You create them according to your will and make them popular. Everyone seems to have a distinct personality, but in fact there is nothing. " Mo Ci said this, and after finishing speaking, a sentence suddenly came to mind in his mind, which was said by the other party when he and Merovingen were drinking together. He said, "Mo Ci, when you saw me for the first time You just found me because I am the Galatea you want to carve out?" He suddenly felt a little annoyed, and continued, "I don't want such a dummy actor."

Beiran hurriedly said, "I admit that I do have such a bad taste, but this kid is different. Look at the artists I brought before, which one did I bring to you to ask you for a role? It's because of him It's special, that's why I did it."

Another person trapped by particularity, Mo Ci shook his head. He has seen countless people and things who are keen on the word special. After all, once particularity appears, it is the beginning of transcending one's own emotions. "After I go back, I will ask them to send you all the audition scripts. Except for the two male leads, you will let you children choose the rest. But first, I will only give him the chance to audition. Whether he can get it or not is up to him."

"No problem." Bei Ran was very satisfied with the answer, "Come on, drink."

After finding a replacement driver to drive home, Mo Ci turned on the light, and then lay down on the sofa, probably because today's experience was full of twists and turns, which was impressive.

In fact, he didn't drink much today, mainly because Beiran drank a lot. In the end, he suspected that Beiran deliberately ordered more wine because of his treat, and waited for an opportunity to retaliate against him.But these are not important, these are not important.

In short, his heart was full of emotions, and he remembered what happened in Florence back then.

During the Florence International Contemporary Art Biennale, he had dinner with Merovingian, and they chatted about ancient Greek culture, after all, this is the spiritual home of the whole of Europe.

Mo Ci said while stirring the seafood and mushroom soup, "I like the ancient Greek mythology, probably because they have obvious shortcomings, Zeus is lustful, Hera is jealous, Poseidon is fierce, Hermes is cunning, each of them has their own unique characteristics. Each has its own Achilles' heel, each has its own fatal weakness or Achilles' heel."

Merovingian replied, "After all, the Greeks were keen to see humanity in God, and a relatively equal status would make people feel much better."

"However, humans are much scarier than these lovely gods," Mo Ci smiled, with irony in his words, "Man is crueler than god, cunning, and selfish. Human has almost no fatal weakness or weakness."

"It's not good to always look at this side, Mo Ci, you should look at other things, just like your movie should give people a little light called hope in the dark background, you have to relax yourself and look at the truth in people. Those divinities. Humans are gentler than gods, more delicate than gods, equal to gods, and human beings also have fatal weaknesses or dead spots. Of course, there is the most important point."

Meroving said that a pair of blue eyes stared at Mo Ci, from which Mo Ci saw his own reflection and the white wall behind him.

"The most important point is that man loves man more than God."

Mo Ci smiled, ignoring this provocation that seemed to exist but did not necessarily exist, "Lance, I really didn't expect you to be an idealist."

"I'm not an idealist, I'm a businessman, but art dealers make money from the pursuit and love of beauty in people's hearts. If even I deny the characteristics of these gods in these people, I will make money." It's less than a penny."

Mo Ci nodded, "I think your statement is very interesting and fresh."

"It seems worthwhile to be able to gain a beautiful smile."

"Okay," Mo Ci smiled even more heartily, "Now I believe that you are really a French man. I thought only Italian men would speak such sweet words."

"No, everyone can talk, it just depends on who the person opposite is." Meroving paused for a moment, and after getting no response from Mo Ci, he continued, "If the person on the other side is as beautiful as you Everyone speaks."

Mo Ci grabbed the pillow next to him to cover his face, and pulled himself out of his memories. It must be because of the interactions with Meroving today, otherwise he wouldn't be obsessed with irrelevant memories.

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(1) Achilles' Heel (Achilles' Heel), originally refers to Achilles' heel, because it is the only place where it has not been soaked in the divine water, and it is his only weakness.Later, he was shot fatally in the Trojan War, which generally refers to the fatal weakness, the vital point.