Her voice was full of nostalgia for that time.
"He envisioned how to practice singing and dancing, how to learn creation, how to face the camera... talking logically, eyes shining.
"Brother at that time, when talking about dreams..." Yun Mengxi searched for suitable words, and finally said softly, "...was especially firm, especially dazzling.
"It seemed nothing could stop him... I really loved watching him like that, full of confidence, full of longing and enthusiasm for the future, feeling that as long as he wanted, he could really do anything."
Yun Mengxi's words revealed undisguised admiration and affection.
To her, Yun Feng at that time was not only a brother but also a shining dreamer, and Yun Mengxi was his most loyal listener and first "fan."
She liked such a brother, liked that confidence, liked that dazzling him, and sincerely felt proud that he was her brother.
This shared, private fantasy about "stage" and "starlight" was undoubtedly a very precious and sweet part of the siblings' relationship.
Fu Hua listened quietly without interrupting.
On the lens, the noise in the background seemed to have temporarily quieted down due to this gradually deepening confidence.
She realized that Yun Mengxi was trying to reveal a corner of her inner world to her, and this corner was connected to the deep emotion with her brother, and a... "dream" that seemed to have shifted.
Backstage - Taixu Martial Arts School Temporary Command Center.
Beside the conference table, Lin Chaoyu, Su Mei, Ma Feima, Cheng Lingshuang, Jiang Wanxi, Jiang Wanru, Qin Suyi, and Himeko were crowded together.
Several screens in front of everyone displayed the main perspective view returned by Fu Hua's glasses, Yun Mengxi's micro-expression analysis data, and the environmental sound spectrum.
The passage just now where Yun Mengxi recounted getting along with her brother in childhood, especially describing Yun Feng's shining confidence when talking about his star dream, plunged the background into a certain quietness.
It wasn't a dull quietness, but a silence infected by the sincere emotions in the narration.
Even the most jumpy twins temporarily stopped their whispered discussion, resting their chins on their hands and watching the brilliance flashing in Yun Mengxi's eyes on the screen as she recalled.
However, in this quietness, one person's reaction was particularly different.
Su Mei, the Second Senior Sister who usually talked about Master's "Pure Dao" with a bit of playfulness and yandere-like obsession, slightly widened her phoenix eyes which were always half-closed at this moment.
The leaping micro-expression data analysis on the screen was reflected in her suddenly constricted pupils, but she seemed not to be looking at data, but penetrating the screen, directly touching the incredibly clear emotional core of Yun Mengxi's narration.
"If one learns the Dao in the morning, one can die in the evening without regret..."
A very soft whisper, almost like a sigh, spilled from her lips.
The voice was soft, but exceptionally clear in the quiet command center.
Lin Chaoyu beside her heard it and turned to look at her in surprise.
Ma Feima raised his eyebrows, and Cheng Lingshuang's gaze also moved from the screen to Su Mei, lingering for a moment.
Su Mei seemed unaware that she had spoken aloud. The usual slightly wicked smile on her face disappeared, replaced by an expression of near-shock and enlightenment.
She looked at the undisguised admiration and satisfaction in Yun Mengxi on the screen when talking about "especially loved watching him like that," her fingertips unconsciously tracing the corner of her bright red lips.
If one learns the Dao in the morning, one can die in the evening without regret...
So that's how it is.
This idol girl who seems weak and lives under the spotlight and others' expectations... is her core actually like this?
Having an incredibly precise, incredibly clear "goal" or "yearning" in life, as long as one can see that "light," confirm its existence and brilliance, one's own existence seems to gain immense satisfaction and meaning...
She, Su Mei, was obsessed with Master because she saw the pure path of "born knowing" without confusion in her, which was the ultimate of power and also some kind of "answer" to existence.
As long as she watched Master walking on this path and pursued her trajectory, her sword, Su Mei's sword, and her existence seemed to have an anchor point.
And Yun Mengxi, what she yearned for was that "absolute confidence based on absolute strength" in her brother Yun Feng.
That was not worship of power, but yearning for a state of life without haze, convinced that one could reach the other shore of dreams.
At that time, she just "saw" such a brother, witnessed his brilliance, and had already obtained complete self-satisfaction...
What similar cores... wrapped under diametrically opposite shells.
Su Mei's shell was flamboyant, paranoid, active pursuit and possessiveness.
And Yun Mengxi's shell was gentle, introverted, passive looking up and guarding.
But deep down, they were both... "pilgrims" existing only for that "specific light."
At the same time, Yun Mengxi in the front did not notice this psychological fluctuation in the background.
She was still immersed in her memories, her tone still warm, but beginning to pave the way for a transition.
"I really liked, really liked my brother at that time." She repeated, emphasizing the weight of this emotion. "I felt that as long as I was by his side, watching him move towards his dream, I seemed to be full of strength too, feeling that everything in the future was bright."
She paused, her fingers closing, gripping her wrist.
"But..."
As expected, the transition came.
Yun Mengxi's voice lowered, tinged with a trace of imperceptible loss and confusion. "Later, we slowly grew up... Brother had more and more things to learn, and heavier and heavier responsibilities to bear.
"He was still excellent, and still very good to me, very pampering. He would try to satisfy whatever I wanted... But the time we could spend alone like before, listening to him talk endlessly about his fantastic dreams, became less and less."
"And..." She pursed her lips, seemingly weighing her words. "I... might be naturally sensitive to others' emotions.
"I could feel that although Brother didn't show anything on the surface and was still so capable, his heart... seemed to become heavier and heavier.
"Sometimes when he looked at me, besides pampering, there would be a little... I can't explain clearly, seemed like worry, or like... guilt?"
She frowned slightly, falling into the mist of memory.
"I was still young then and didn't understand these things. I only knew that Brother seemed not as 'bright' as before...
"I started to think wildly. Did I do something wrong to make Brother unhappy? Am I too stupid, always making him worry, so he is tired? Or... Brother actually doesn't like me anymore?"