Psychic

Song Nuan and several judges also came to the test room and sat on the side sofa. They waited in silence, while several staff members were checking Van Gogh’s blindfold repeatedly to make sure he could see nothing. This process was faithfully recorded by the videographer and must be broadcasted in the future to establish a credible reputation for the show.

In a few moments, the staff definitely said: “Director, he really can’t see it. We have tried it ourselves. This blindfold is really very tight. Even the gaps on both sides of the nose are blocked by layers of cotton cloth.”

Song Nuanwen explained the specific test content to Fangalore, and then warned: “You remember, you can’t touch your testers or have any communication with them, you can only sense them from the air. You are ready ?”

“Go ahead.” Van Gaal nodded calmly.

Song Nuanwen said: “Please ask our first tester to stand up.”

Jeffery stood up first, throwing a wink at the camera. He has a very strong makeup today, and he is wearing a very leopard tight leopard shirt, which looks a little male or female. His rich perfume and sweet fat powder definitely make people who can’t see his eyes think he is a female, which is why the director chose him.

Song Nuan continued to remind: “Van Galo, you can feel it.”

Fangalo put one hand on his knee, the other hand extended and spread out, slowly said: “Please ask this gentleman to stretch out his hand like me, open five fingers.” He pointed out Jeff as soon as he opened his mouth Rui’s gender, but Song Wenneng and others have not yet noticed the strangeness, thinking that he is blind.

Song Rui glanced at everyone and suddenly laughed silently. These people are ignorant but self-righteous, so similar to how he used to be. In the eyes of Van Gogh, was he such a stupid person before? It’s quite ashamed.

Jeffrey stretched out his arms and spread five fingers, his face disapproving.

Fangallo suddenly stood up and walked slowly toward the round platform. He stepped up one step at a time and approached the three, with his toes always pointing at the innermost Jeffrey, who was almost shocked to sit down.

Song Wenneng tried to stop Van Gogh’s sudden approach, but his cousin pressed the microphone hard. He did not allow her to make any disturbing moves.

In the moment when Song Nuan and Song Rui were competing, Van Gogh had stood in front of Jeffrey without any hesitation or adjustment of direction, so he pinpointed the target so straight. Jeffrey’s eyes were bigger than the bronze bell, and his breathing became very heavy, but he was frightened. He stretched out his hand like a fool, with five fingers.

The assistant director waved at him nonstop, letting him retreat quickly, but he had no way to retreat, and then he had to ride on the back of the sofa. The other two testers looked at him with a smile on their face, and they never noticed the weirdness hidden under this scene.

“Van Gallo, you can’t touch our testers!” Song Wenren finally snatched back the microphone and snapped a warning.

What responded to her was only a small laugh from Van Gaalo, which was soft, ethereal but extremely magnetic, and made Jeffery blush uncontrollably. He pointed to his ears and said silently with his mouth: Terrible! My ears are almost pregnant!

But his exaggerated performance was soon forced to stop, because Fangallo had raised his hand, opened his five fingers, and slowly put it on his palm, inch by inch, followed by a layer of invisible The gas membrane, covering his body, bleeds into each of his pores.

This is a feeling that is difficult to describe in words. Even if it really exists, Jeffery can’t confirm it. He only felt that every hair on his body was erected quietly, every inch of skin tightened slowly, every nerve was pulled slowly, and these changes pushed his perception to the limit.

He began to recall that he was not short, but it was not a long life. Those sad, painful, happy, and joyous moments began to flash alternately in his mind, just like a random editing using montage techniques. The movie, and he didn’t know why he suddenly thought of it all.

He began to panic. This feeling of being physically and consciously out of control at the same time is really terrible! It was not until this time that he realized how surging the power of the two words “psychic medium” actually were. In front of Van Gogh, he was like a grain of dust, he could only float and sink in the gravity of the other’s vast sea, and follow the trend. The so-called resistance and resistance are simply non-existent things, and the previous contempt Disdain is even more ridiculous and arrogant!

Jeffrey tried his best to move his hand, trying to break away from this kind of control, but he was even more shocked to find that no matter which direction his palm moved, Van Gogh could immediately follow up and always maintain a three-inch distance. . He did not violate the rules of the program group, but only Jeffrey knew that this invisible control was more terrible than real touch. The hand he stretched out was sucked firmly by the hand of Fangallo across the three-inch void.

Everyone is watching this scene. The young man who couldn’t see anything at all was like a mirror, standing face-to-face with Jeffrey, his palms pressed against each other’s palms.

Song Nuan repeatedly asked the director to confirm that Van Gogh was not in violation of the rules and even less able to see, so he had to admit that this person could actually sense Jeffrey, he could …

Jeffrey was still struggling in vain. He moved his hand up, left, right, and down, and Van Galo’s hand also moved up, left, right, and down at the same time. The people around had already been dumbfounded, totally unaware of the control and penetration Jeffrey was suffering.

Finally, Van Gogh regained his almost white palm and began to retreat slowly. A staff member hurried to the front, ready to help him, but found that he had stepped back down the stairs and sat back. Can seeing foreign objects have no effect on him?

Song Warm ’s smug and contemptuous smile has completely solidified, but Song Rui still stabs in her heart: “I have already said that Van Gogh cannot cheat. We observe the world with our eyes, he uses consciousness, Do you understand what that means? “

“I don’t understand.” Song warmly shook his head in a trance.

Song Rui lightly smiled: “If you don’t understand, you’re right. If you understand, you won’t sit here like a fool.”

“Cousin, are you scolding me in a different way?” Song Wenwen looked at the cousin who was not dusty and incredulous now. When did he learn to scold? Isn’t he the best at dying?

Song Rui raised her index finger and made her mute, because Van Gogh spoke.

“Male, twenty-seven or eighty years old,” he pressed his gripped ten fingers against his jaw, slowly opening his mouth: “Sharp energy spreads over your body, making it difficult for you to stay calm. Your interpersonal relationship is very poor. Enemies are far more than friends around you. You are often in trouble because of this sharpness, betrayed and criticized, you are very confused and difficult. The people who have been closest to you have left you Go, it keeps you from releasing. “

In just a few short sentences, Van Gogh accurately pinpointed Jeffrey ’s past and present. In that double betrayal, he lost his job, lover and best friend. He almost fled the Vanity Fair with nothing but he couldn’t heal the wound in his heart.

The three judges didn’t know much about Jeffrey, so they turned to look at Song Nuan, and Song Nuan covered her mouth and glared, an expression that wanted to scream and tried to restrain herself.

Jeffrey’s eyes were red, and he suddenly realized that this was not a test at all, but a deep analysis, because he was transparent in front of Van Gogh, which made him both terrified and embarrassed. He didn’t know what Van Gogh would say, he was afraid he would expose his rotting wound to everyone.

Sure enough, Van Gogh said one by one: “You can only use the sharper side to deal with everything outside. You like to tear up the beautiful things to others. You know you can’t get happiness, because that thing you have It has been completely lost three years ago. You hate hypocrisy, hate ugliness, hate lies, in order to avoid these, you will refuse all intimate contact, and will launch indiscriminate attacks, but such you, but also become more and more The more abominable. Slanders and attacks always walk with you. There are also many people around you who seem to adore you very much, but you are not sure whether they like the real you or the ugly appearance when you fight with others. . So you fall into deeper self-doubt, and what you ultimately want to shred is actually yourself. “

Jeffrey opened his dry mouth, trying to interrupt these creepy words. If Van Gaal had a scalpel in his hand, he believed that his heart and mind must have been completely dissected by this person.

“Don’t say it anymore, I quit, I’m unpredictable!” His cry was the best affirmation, so all the judges showed a shocked expression-Van Gogh was actually right!

“You don’t have to quit,” Van Gogharo’s voice was always calm: “It’s not you who quit. No one knows that when you face the betrayer with a disdainful and arrogant attitude, you will roll in the quiet of the night. Cried secretly under the quilt; when you defend all opponents heartily, you will leave the crowd and sit alone on the balcony blowing the wind lonely; you hate hypocrisy, so you live alive; you hate ugliness, so you have A pair of eyes that can see beauty; you hate lies, so you leave the most sincere self to the people you care about most. Yes, now you really do n’t have any friends, but everyone who can be called friends, but I love you sincerely. Your gaze always stays in the past, so you have never found that after three years, your side is already full of flowers, your serious efforts, your truthfulness, and you won A whole new world. You deserve the worship of those people. I can tell you exactly that what they really like is always you, not what you call an ugly gesture. “

After a short pause, Van Gogh sighed tenderly: “You are a beautiful thing yourself. You donate the most beautiful side to others, but bury the most vulnerable self; you use a spike to face the enemy, but Leave your soft belly to your friends; you are sincere about the world, so the world will treat you tenderly. If you try to open your eyes and take a look, you will find happiness already by your side. “

Jefferies kept covering his mouth while Van Gogh said the second half of his speech, suppressing the movement of his heart. Until this last sigh, he finally shed two lines of tears, and then looked around, as if he was determined urgently. ——His friends, is his happiness really there?

Song Nuanwan waved at him with red eyes, indicating that he had always been there.

The director raised his hand and pointed to a photographer beside him, shouting silently: “Look at him, look at him, he loves you!”

The photographer was very tall, and his face was very firm, the skin was **** bronze, and the strong muscles stretched the T-shirt tightly, and the overall image was very dazzling. He was looking at Jeffery blushing at the moment, his wet eyes overflowing with anticipation.

Jeffrey covered the scream that was about to blur out in time, because this man turned out to be the student brother he had known for more than ten years. He loves himself? When did this happen?

The three judges were shocked, because every word of Van Gogh was verified in reality, and he hadn’t really seen Jeffrey until this time. Where did he get these messages? That secret crush, I am afraid that even the parties themselves do not know? Can the so-called psychic really achieve this level?

However, Van Gogh quickly told them with facts, yes! Everyone on the field communicated silently, but he chuckled when he looked at the photographer in disbelief: “Aren’t you going to hold his hand?” Even with a thick cloth, He also knew everything about what happened on the scene. He couldn’t see it, but he saw it better than everyone else.

Jeffrey woke up like a dream, and ran off the stage quickly, holding the hand of the younger brother. He didn’t have time to think about his feelings at all. He only listened to the man’s reminder and followed his words subconsciously, and he didn’t feel regret afterwards. There was a voice telling him-this time, your choice is right!

The photographer took the seniors into his arms, swearing excitedly and restrainedly: “I will never let you cry in the bed alone, I will always be there.”

The two quickly separated, but there was a constant applause from the recording scene. This scene did not know how many people’s hearts were softened, and they suddenly realized that the world was so beautiful.

Song Wenwen was crying so much that she had spent her eyes. She personally pulled Jeffery out of the quagmire, and naturally understood how much courage it would take him to embrace happiness again. Without Van Gogh, if there were no such tests, he might shrink in that thick shell throughout his life, guarding his already rotten wounds.

Song clapped her hands warmly, and there were two lines of black tears on her cheeks. Song Rui looked at her like a fool.

Once Van Gaal enters a certain occasion, he will automatically take over control. His cold voice echoed through the test room, interrupting the people who were still immersed in the emotion: “Well, who is the next tester?”

Song Warm ’s applause suddenly froze, and it took a while before he put down his hand in sorrow, and twitched his side hair, pretending to say naturally, “Please next tester stand up.”

Yaya quickly stood up, her eyes brighter than the searchlight. She is not afraid of being dissected, but can’t wait to have a heart-to-heart communication with Van Gogh. No one noticed that Yu Yuntian sitting next to her was constantly playing with her cufflinks, and then, a circle, this is his usual move to relieve tension.