Yaya stood in place with both anticipation and anxiety. Seeing that Fengyluo was still sitting on the sofa without moving, she picked up a pen and wrote on the whiteboard given to her by the director earlier: "[Warm Sister, should I raise my palm for him to sense, like Tear Sister did before?]"
Song Warming looked at the text hesitantly, and finally asked with a smile, "Fengyluo, are you ready? Do you need our test subject to raise their hand to cooperate with you?" Prior to this, she had forbidden Fengyluo from moving.
Fengyluo shook his head with a light laugh. "No, it's fine to sit. I can feel that this is a soft and open energy body, willing to accept my observation." With just this sentence, he pointed out Yaya's changed mentality.
Yaya nodded with a bright smile. Initially, she had some resistance and disdain towards Fengyluo, but after witnessing Geoffrey's miracle, she began to yearn for this kind of communication from the conscious level. She had a lot of confusion and questions inside, needing a thoughtful person to unravel and guide her because she couldn't find a way out on her own.
She didn't know if she could find answers here with Fengyluo, but she was eagerly looking forward to the final result. In any case, this was a novel experience and a new attempt.
Fengyluo extended his palm to sense across the void, and the position he was sensing was directed at Yaya, enveloping her directly.
Even though there were two or three meters between them, Yaya's breathing and heartbeat involuntarily became chaotic, as if she was engulfed by a thick fog, and this confusion was transmitted through every nerve ending. However, on the other hand, her thoughts and emotions surged like waves in her body, stirring up the suppressed joy and sorrows, digging out her hidden secrets, and even pushing the pain she had deliberately forgotten back to the surface.
She sat quietly, but no one knew that her mind was going through a storm. She didn't even know if this storm was natural or influenced by Fengyluo. In a daze, she suddenly understood the true meaning of the word "medium", that the human body and mind were just mediums for such people, similar to a book, computer, or mobile phone, continually being read by them.
This was too scary, but also too amazing! Tears began to well up in Yaya's eyes, but she couldn't move a single finger under Fengyluo's control. She finally realized that when she was casually watching the excitement, Geoffrey was experiencing something, not just the feeling of being seen through, but every aspect of his physical being, thoughts, and even his soul was completely penetrated.
When Fengyluo finally retracted his hand and waited silently, Yaya suddenly took a breath, her expression a mix of surprise and excitement. She felt like a body that had been frozen, returning to the warm world of spring, all her perceptions and thoughts that were frozen slowly melted and awakened, even more agile and sharp than before. From this, it can be seen that Fengyluo's imposition was not a harm to her, but rather a gentle soothing and healing.
Just as he described Geoffrey, he was also a person who treated the world gently. He deliberately paused for such a long time, perhaps to calm himself? Thinking this, Yaya couldn't help but smile, completely opening up to this person.
Fengyluo waited for two minutes before he began his analysis: "A soft energy body, female, around twenty-five years old."
The director held up Yaya's ID card in front of the camera, and after calculating her birthdate, it turned out that she was indeed twenty-five years old, and of course, the post-production staff would blur the ID number.
"You are a very quiet person, easily overlooked by those around you. But at key moments, you are able to stand up and shoulder heavy responsibilities. You are a very reliable and trustworthy partner, with huge energy hidden in your small body. The phrase 'gentle on the outside and tough on the inside' seems to be tailor-made for you."
Yaya covered her red face, embarrassed to receive such praise, but everyone present gave their approval by raising their thumbs. Song Warming took the microphone and quietly said to the camera, "Yes, Yaya is such a person, she doesn't like to speak pretty words, only likes to get things done. No matter how heavy the workload I give her, she always finishes it on time. She is my most reliable right-hand woman!"
Song Rui focused his gaze on the young woman who was speaking calmly, silently sighing to himself: he indeed could perceive everything about the outside world, every word he had said was real, not just a charade or performance.
Fengyluo leaned back in his chair, his tone becoming light and cheerful, "You are quiet and silent, but no one knows how rich and colorful your inner world is. Almost every moment, you have many fantastic thoughts, some interesting, making you quietly smile to yourself; some scary, keeping you awake all night; some strange, keeping you confused for several days. People around you always worry that you are too closed off and lonely, but they don't realize that even when alone, you are never lonely. You can create a colorful world on your own, and your rich imagination is your best friend. They come from the 'nation', but you come from 'imagination'. You are creativity itself."
Song Warming and the television staff had never known that Yaya had such a lively side, so they all turned to look at the high platform.
Yaya's playful expression had been replaced with seriousness, and she listened very seriously to this monologue, feeling both excited and delighted at being understood and affirmed. Yes, everything Fengyluo said was right, her inner world was truly like that, like a fairytale kingdom, full of colorful and fantastic imagination. Even if she quietly lay in bed meditating, she could still spend an entire day happily. Her heart was open, bright, rich, and full of color; she never found being alone boring.
Aside from herself, no one knew about this childish side of her. She tried her best to project the image of a strong career woman, but privately, she was so unrealistic.
Her true self had been revealed by Fengyluo, and Yaya felt anxious, so she covered half of her face with her left hand, unable to see everyone's reaction.
Fengyluo furrowed his brow and suddenly changed the subject, "But recently, your heart has been filled with struggle and confusion because you are considering whether or not to leave someone very important to you."
This was it, the biggest secret had finally been uncovered. Yaya covered her face with her hand, avoiding eye contact with anyone, especially Song Warming sitting in the audience. Song Warming, however, remained unaware, leaning forward with her eyes fixed, wearing an expression of anticipation for the gossip.
Song Rui glanced at her and shook his head with a smile. A fool was sometimes quite happy because at least the pain wouldn't come too quickly, only too suddenly.
Fengyluo slowly continued, "This person is the center of your life, your friend, mentor, confidante, more than just family. Since stepping into the workplace, you have followed her like the Earth orbits the Sun. You admire her cleverness and strength, appreciate her decisiveness, and long for her ambitious aspirations. It's accurate to say that she is your guide, and also your creator. Without her, there would be no present you, and without her, there would be no success for you."
Song Warming began to ponder, her smile freezing on her face, shocked to the core. Wasn't the person Fengyluo was describing her? Was Yaya planning to leave her? Why? Did she not treat her well?
Song Warming was stunned, unwilling to believe it, and deeply hurt as she looked up at the stage. Yaya had already lowered her hand, her eyes glistening with tears. She struggled for so long, vacillated for so long, and even considered giving up on leaving, but didn't expect it to be revealed in such a bizarre way today.
The two looked at each other in silence, their eyes slowly turning red.
The staff present were all aware of what Yaya meant to Song Warming. They were friends, but also sisters, who understood and supported each other the most. All friends would have a day when they would fall out, but they wouldn't, they would only bring each other's hearts closer in each disagreement.
The atmosphere in the venue was extremely awkward, the silence spreading among everyone, but Fengyluo continued with his narration as if he couldn't sense it, "Of course, you care deeply and are sad, but you are increasingly aware day by day - your current job does not bring you happiness. You have invested yourself into the workplace for her, aspiring to become a strong presence, but your ideals are not here. Transforming all your fantastic ideas into words, turning them into images, broadcasting them for everyone to see, that's been your biggest dream all along, but you cannot choose between your dream and your friendship. Both are what you love and cherish, you don't want to give up either."
Fengyluo sighed, "I can tell you with certainty that you have amazing talents, and your ideal wings will take you to higher places. The difficulties you encounter are not insurmountable because you never asked, when reality meets your ideals, what the person you admire and love the most would do. Would she keep you confined, or would she hold you up with both hands and send you to soar?"
Fengyluo turned his head directly "towards" Song Warming, even though he couldn't see anything.
The original text is in Chinese and the following is the faithful and accurate English translation:
Song felt warm, but it was as if she could sense his sharp gaze, a flame that could illuminate even her heart. She quickly wiped away the tears from her eyes, regaining control of her scattered thoughts, and without hesitation, made a gesture of lifting and letting go - Go, do what you love!
With comforting eyes, Yaya choked up, but ultimately did not disappoint this friendship.
The staff present avoided the cameras, wiping tears with the backs of their hands. Today, they had witnessed so much beauty and had been deeply moved.
Both Fang Luo and the other person composed themselves before slowly concluding, "Why did life originate on Earth? Because in addition to revolving, it also learned to rotate, just like people."
"I understand now, I really do, thank you, Fang Teacher, I'm so grateful to you today!" Yaya stood up, repeatedly bowing to Fang Luo, tears falling one after another. This thorough analysis had completely liberated her, and she now saw clearly for the future, with no more hesitation or struggle. Of course, the most wonderful thing was that she had not lost her most important friend but instead gained a purer friendship.
Covering her tear-streaked face, she ran off the stage. Song immediately stood up, embracing her tightly.
"Silly Yaya, if you had plans in your heart, you should have told me directly! I know you love screenwriting and writing, haven't I been finding you a teacher all along? I had planned this a long time ago. In the future, I'll open a film studio, and you'll be my top screenwriter and together, we'll create an amazing movie! Don't feel sorry for me, you have your own life, you'll fly higher and farther, and I'll just be happy for you!" Song said with a tearful voice.
"I understand, Warm Sister. You really are my Warm Sister! You're so warm!" Yaya cried and laughed, looking disheveled but also happy, like a child.
Once again, there was warm applause in the room. Undoubtedly, Fang Luo had once again struck the most tender and genuine hearts of the participants. His psychic ability was incredibly powerful, beyond belief. Those accusations of cheating about him were now clearly a complete joke.
Song Warm and Yaya finally separated, then hand in hand, they went to the side to wash their faces and touch up their makeup.
Twenty minutes later, the program resumed recording.
Fang Luo joined his hands, supporting his chin, waiting patiently for the two ladies. Everyone only gradually realized at this moment - he was a person of such grace, a gentleman, and gentle soul, worthy of all the staff's respect.
"Teacher Fang, sorry for keeping you waiting." Returning, now a dustless Song Warm even used polite language. "Teacher Fang," she called him, without the slightest reluctance.
Song Rui glanced at her mockingly, but she boldly smiled at Fang Luo, even though he couldn't see anything.
"No problem." Fang Luo casually waved his hand. "The next person is?" He slightly tilted his head, "looking at" Yu Yuntian sitting alone on the high platform, who smiled and nodded in response, appearing very composed.
Song Rui's serene gaze began to flicker, a departure from his previous languidness, now sitting upright. The scene he had been anticipating the most was finally about to start.
However, Song Warm, without a hint, sensed the surging undercurrent beneath this calm facade, eagerly looking at her boyfriend. What would Fang Luo say? Praise his achievements? Analyze his aesthetics and morals? Reveal their increasingly sweet and tacit emotional connection? Whatever Fang Luo said, it should be something beautiful, right?
However, her smile was quickly shattered by the harsh reality.
Fang Luo frowned, "Fear, panic, evasion, regret, you are resisting me, and very strongly. Why?"
Song Warm quickly looked at her boyfriend, only to see him shrug with open arms, looking very helpless. It seemed he also didn't know why Fang Luo would say such a thing.
Song Warm settled her emotions, while Fang Luo slowly ascended the platform, walking straight to Yu Yuntian. He cast an eye "towards" him, his eyes, cloaked by layers of thick black fabric, seemed to pierce through all tangible matter, to perceive the essence.
Yu Yuntian looked up at him, still wearing a relaxed smile. He didn't stand up, but with open hands, he cooperated with this person's reading, thinking that doing so would allow him to pass the test unscathed. Unfortunately, even if he resisted, the invisible magnetic field continued to envelop, penetrate, and permeate him like a life form that had mistakenly entered a two-dimensional space, being crushed to a thin sheet by Fang Luo's consciousness, leaving nothing hidden.