A few years ago, Yang Can had studied his wonderful mind-reading technique in depth. What he can be sure of is that as long as it is a living thing, he can see that the agile gas surrounds his body, and the current thought in his heart. Thoughts will form words of consciousness on top of their heads.
No matter which language the other party speaks, or what animal it is, although the level of complexity of consciousness will be different, he can still tell the meaning of its conveyance.
Until with the increase of consciousness energy, he could already see the jade material consciousness, Yang Can was more certain that the stronger his consciousness energy, the more he could bring him new abilities.
Originally, he could only see the air of consciousness above the opponent's head and it would be clearer, but recently he gradually realized that before he could see the faint dim light around the opponent's body, slowly getting brighter and brighter.
He couldn't understand this concept before. Isn't consciousness produced by the brain
This "confused" until he saw Quaker, a quantum physicist in the United States. Brian’s book "" is fully understood from a scientific point of view. From the perspective of quantum physics, everything in this world has its own consciousness. The hands and feet of the human body, various organs, and even every cell in the human body have their own consciousness. Its consciousness.
In fact, Yang Can doesn’t believe in this theory at all, but his mind-reading technique has proved the correctness of this theory time and time again. According to legend, jade with spirituality is conscious, artwork is conscious, and the human body also emits its consciousness. And he can see these clearly.
At this time, Yang Xiuya's body exuded this kind of consciousness. Under Yang Can's concentrated eyes, the bright and blue breath enveloped her body like a mist, like a dream and illusion, indescribably beautiful. Close.
At the moment when Yang Xiuya's posture changes, between a frown and a smile, the volume of the mass of consciousness around her will continue to change.
Yang Can found that when those photographers were particularly satisfied and shouted: "Okay... Just keep...", it is usually when Yang Xiuya's body consciousness is the most shining, and when the photographer is not very satisfied When Yang Xiuya performed, her consciousness mist was often dull and lifeless.
Gradually, Yang Can felt a sense of awakening. Is this what people call the charm aura
In people’s impressions, the word aura makes people feel a bit illusory, invisible and "touching". I only know that many people are very beautiful, but they give people the impression of unattractiveness. Some stars are not so good in appearance, but they give people a dazzling feeling in the lens.
No one knows what this measure is, but many people can feel it.
And now he can not only feel it, but he can see it even more, seeing it with his eyes.
The form of consciousness aura changes at any time with Yang Xiuya’s different expressions and poses, sometimes dazzling, sometimes bleak, Yang Can, a completely different photographer, can almost know the photo through this wonderful change. Feeling good.
"Bend a little more at the waist, with a more charming look in your eyes, okay... Look here, raise your right hand a little bit, very good."
Yang Can saw that Yang Xiuya's right hand was a little dim, and felt that it was a little inadequate, so he couldn't help but shouted: "Relax your right hand and lift it down."
In order to have a better atmosphere when taking pictures in the studio, so that the protagonist can perform better when taking pictures, it is possible to have music accompaniment, but no one is allowed to speak, only the photographer can speak.
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Yang Xiuya instinctively adjusted the posture of her right hand after listening to the command. As expected, the blue "color" consciousness aura brightened a lot, and Yang Can immediately clapped her hands and shouted, "Okay, that's it." Everyone looked at him in surprise, a little bit dumbfounded.
"Who! Who is yelling! Don't you understand the rules!" The long-haired photographer who was in a state of forgetful shooting finished pressing the shutter, and suddenly woke up, who was directing blindly! Angry on the spot, he flicked his hair frantically to find the culprit.
When everyone resisted laughing, they all stepped back to Yang Can to show their innocence. Yang Can also reflected his innocent face and pretended to hide behind the crowd. Just now he studied the new functions of mind reading too. I'm "fascinated", and I'm in trouble now.
"Cleaning the field, clearing the field... What a mess!" The long-haired photographer roared extremely depressed, and finally drove everyone out of the surroundings, surrounded by the curtains, now that it's all right, I can't appreciate it.
Yang Can suddenly became a public enemy of the whole people, staring at him with countless pairs of eyes with contempt, he could only put on a lazy smile on his face and put on the harmless look of humans and animals, coughing to see the sky...
Misunderstood brothers, I really didn't mean it.
This time as a portable reporter, Yang Can feels most comfortable that a considerable part of the series of interviews is at home. In this way, he can enter Yang Xiuya's scented boudoir for activities grandiosely.
In the pouring rain, Yang Can and Yang Xiuya returned home wet.
In this two-story villa, Yang Can has very good memories. After going in and turning on the lights, he feels a comfortable leisure feeling. He took a picture of the rain on his body and left his work bag. on the sofa.
"Oh, oh, it's so comfortable... Hey, it's pretty fragrant..." He and Yang Xiuya have been with Yang Xiuya for so many days, and after so many things, the relationship between the two has become very close unconsciously.
Yang Xiuya had been standing for a day and her back was sore and her legs were numb, and she didn't care about Yang Can's casual behavior. She also leaned on the sofa and put the stack of her own materials on Yang Can's lap: "Help me hold it. , Sit down and get up quickly, you are so heavy on the sofa that you are crushed." There is no complaint in the tone, but more like acting like a baby.
Looking at the familiar scene and remembering the lingering feeling between the two of them at that time, Yang Can couldn't help but smirked, "I am happy to hold you."
"I want to be beautiful!" Yang Xiuya snorted badly, but found the scar on Yang Can's right hand. It was the injury caused by smashing the flowerpot of Supervisor Liu that day: "Why are you always so impulsive?" He took it over and "kneaded" it.
"You are not allowed to fight for me in the future!" Yang Xiuya bit her lip and said, "You have to be obedient."
Yang Xiuya's serious tone made Yang Can a little touched. She felt her tender and silky fingers slide gently on the back of her hand, and her delicate lips gently scented. Looking at her distressed look, she couldn't help but hug Yang Xiuya. Come in your arms.
"What are you doing?" Yang Xiuya struggled, but she didn't seem to be really struggling. She blushed and twisted towards Yang Can's waist. Yang Can let go with a oops, and he could clearly see Yang Xiuya. How can a happy consciousness resist
"I'm going to die." Yang Xiuya's voice was greasy, her cheeks flushed, some panicked expressions, she clutched her chest.
"You do this again next time, I will ignore you." Seeing Yang Can smirk, I suddenly found myself in a faux pas. How could such a little girl's tone come out of her mouth and said shyly: "I mean … I won’t talk to you anymore.” I still felt that this was wrong, and I just stood up and walked into the room. Yang Can leaned on the sofa and reminisced about Yang Xiuya’s shy appearance, but she didn’t go crazy and smiled happily. stand up.