In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 249: Snowy Night Campfire (4)
"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"
, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman
Since the last incident of freezing Gotham, the temperature in this city has begun to drop. Not long after the summer, the temperature has dropped a lot. Until last night, the fine drizzle turned into ice, and the next morning, Schiller, who came to work at Arkham Hospital, put his umbrella on the door of the office and sighed.
When Mrs. Miller walked into the room with the kettle, she looked back at the umbrella leaning against the door. She put the kettle on Schiller's table and said, "Rodriguez Dr. Si, why are you still using that broken umbrella?"
As Schiller took the kettle and poured water for himself, he shrugged and said, "It wasn't too bad before. I asked someone to make an extra frame to reinforce it, and it was still usable. Who knew this?" For a few days, what fell in Gotham was not rain, but hail, so..."
He looked past Mrs. Miller and looked at his umbrella. It was obvious that one of the ribs on it had been broken, and even if it wasn't stretched open, obvious dents could be seen.
Mrs. Miller used to be a head nurse, and was rehired by the hospital after she retired. She is now the chief steward of the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. She is a thin old woman, but she is in good spirits.
She stretched out her hands and tightened the woolen shawl on her body, and said: "The weather has been getting weirder and weirder recently. It is hail today, and it may snow tomorrow. I will send someone to come over and put the fireplace on Click it."
"Oh, ma'am, you are always exaggerating, you are still far away." Schiller said after taking a sip of hot water.
Then he turned out his schedule and asked Mrs. Miller: "Who is the first patient this morning? Does anyone need my ward?"
"I don't think so." Mrs. Miller shook her head and said, she picked up a notebook from the side, looked at it and said, "Mr. After that, there are Anthony and Miss Scott on the third floor, who are also follow-up consultations, a total of two hours, so I will come to collect the cases and files at 12 noon..."
Mrs. Miller closed the notebook with a snap and said, "This afternoon is a private time. Your two friends have already made an appointment. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"No, thank you, oh, by the way, I have a friend who will come over in the evening, but he is calling my personal phone..."
Mrs. Miller put the notebook back on the bookshelf on the table, and said helplessly: "Dr. Schiller, you have to know that generally speaking, people without an appointment are not allowed in mental hospitals, and appointments require Call the hospital one day in advance, and if you are contacted through your personal mobile phone, at least two days in advance..."
"Yes, I know, Mrs. Miller, but my friend is in a special situation. If I don't allow him to enter, he may go to the TV station to steal the camera."
"Well, you can make an exception this time, but please remind him next time that you must call the hospital to make an appointment, otherwise the hospital will not be responsible for any problems, Dr. Schiller, this is also for your own good. "
"Okay, thank you."
Hot water was poured into the cup, and there was a soft "sizzling" sound, and fine white smoke rose from the cup. Schiller took a sip of the hot water, and when he put down the cup, he looked at Ke Ke through the smoke on the opposite side. Potter's face.
He was much better than before. Although his cheeks were still thin and his eyes were sunken, it could be seen that his hair had been taken care of, his face was much rosier, and his lips were no longer chapped.
Schiller looked at his medical records and said: "Although I have told you many times, I still want to emphasize again that your current living environment is not conducive to your recuperation. It's better to change the house."
"Not to mention the poor lighting and air environment there, sanitation alone is a big problem."
Schiller put down the medical records again, looked at Copperpot and asked, "How is your mother?"
"She's fine."
"What's wrong? You seem to have something to say?"
Schiller saw the hesitant expression of Cobblepot on the opposite side. He put the case in his hand on the table, then stacked it with other documents on the table, aligned the edges on the table, and put it aside.
He put his arm on the table and said: "The normal follow-up consultation is over, but there are still 20 minutes left. Next is free consultation time. You can say whatever you want."
"Professor Fries suggested I... go to high school." Copperpot's hands were also on the table, but he crossed his fingers and squeezed them tightly, and he said, "It's ridiculous, isn't it?" ? How could I go to high school?"
"Why is that ridiculous? Why do you think it's impossible for you to go to high school?"
"I..." Coppert hesitated, as if he didn't know how to express his emotions, so Schiller said for him: "Because this is not very common in Gotham, right?"
"Almost everyone around you doesn't study, let alone high school, they may have left school without even finishing elementary school, and you are the same."
"Maybe in your life plan, you have never studied step by step, and then you have to go to university..."
Coppert nodded, he still looked very nervous, his Adam's apple was always shaking up and down, he said: "This won't work, I can't go to school, I don't have tuition fees, and my mother needs someone to take care of me."
"But now, these should not be a problem. The money you earn now is enough for you to live on, and then you can pay your tuition fees. It is also enough for you to hospitalize your mother. You can even hire a nurse to accompany her all day long."
"Yes, but I don't know how to choose..." Coppert hesitated. Le can only guide him and say: "I don't know how to choose, what are your options?"
"I can continue to work, earn a lot of money, open a restaurant, and then buy a luxurious house for my mother to live in. That's what I originally planned..." Coppert bit his lip, somewhat vaguely Clearly said.
"When you describe your goal, you seem to feel a little ashamed, why?"
"Because, Professor Frith described to me a completely different life, his experience..."
"What's that?"
Coppert hesitated for a moment, but seemed unable to speak out, which was completely different from the eloquent state he was in when describing his criminal plan.
His imagination of a better life is very scarce, and the language and vocabulary used to describe this state of life are even more scarce.
"He lives in a nice family, with a big country house, a big yard, brothers and sisters, and a dog, commuting to and from school by car, reading in classrooms, and studying in junior high school. Go to high school, and then get admitted to a very good university with very good grades..."
Coppert's vocabulary is very empty, and his adjectives for these lives are nothing more than very good, big, and very happy. Schiller heard this, and he said: "What kind of house do you think is considered big?"
Coppert wrapped his hands around for a while, and then said: "It's probably similar to those houses in the rich area in the south."
"Is this how Professor Fries described it to you? His family has a house about the size of the wealthy area in the south?"
Coppert shook his head and said, "No, he didn't say that."
"Perhaps your focus is a bit skewed. The focus of what he told you about these things is not how good his house is, how big his yard is, what kind of car he drives, or how good a school he goes to."
"His essence is not to show you how happy his childhood life is, nor to tell you that as long as you go to high school, you can live this kind of life..."
"Your memory should be very good, so have you noticed any difference between when he described this life to you and when you are relaying his words to me now?"
Coppert was silent for a while, and then said: "I don't have such a rich vocabulary as his, nor do I have such ample emotions. I feel like my brain is blank..."
He seems to be talking, but the end of his tone is still trembling, as if he is eager to spit out the final sound.
"When he described this kind of life to me, it was very contagious, which made me both envious and jealous, but now I want to describe it, but I can't say it..."
"There may be two reasons for this kind of problem. One is because you have never experienced such a life. All fantasies about a better life are just fantasy. This is a matter of experience, but more importantly... "
"Coppert, do you know what people study for?" Schiller took a sip of water, and Coppert answered him: "To learn knowledge? Then get a degree?"
"This is all part of it."
Schiller put down the glass, and he said to Cobblepot in a metaphor that was as concise and understandable as possible: "Your brain is like a precise machine, but even the most precise machine needs frequent activities to keep it from rusting." .”
"When your brain always turns in one direction, inertia will be generated, and those gears and parts will change their own structure with the direction you turn, and then in this respect, your brain will become more The faster the rotation, the smoother the rotation, and the better the running-in between the parts and the gears, the faster the rotation,"
"This will make your talent in a certain aspect stand out, but it will also cause many problems. When these parts are specialized in a certain direction, they are actually sacrificing balance in exchange for efficiency. It reduces people's mental stability."
"Now you should have discovered that when you think about conspiracy, crime, interpersonal relationship, and business context, your brain is extremely smooth, which is normal, because you were born in Gotham and grew up here, These things are more useful than art, literature, and philosophy."
"But the process of learning is actually a process of rebalancing your brain."
"You don't want to memorize all the books about art, literature and philosophy in this world and apply them in your life. It's impossible."
"It's like even if you learn advanced mathematics theory, it won't be of great help to you in managing the water system, but you don't need any advanced theory to manage the water pipes."
"But it's actually helping your brain parts and gears to grind in the other direction, making it more balanced and stable."
"What we learn from learning is not only knowledge, but also ways of thinking. When you face something, using more ways of thinking and a more comprehensive perspective on the problem can greatly improve Improve your mental stability."
"When you have more angles to look at a thing, you can largely avoid thinking into a dead end, or emotional extremes~IndoMTL.com~Coppert saw Schiller's There was an all-encompassing calming power in the eyes, which was stronger than he felt in Victor.
He understood the metaphor "eyes are the windows of the soul" for the first time, because he saw the endless vast ocean in Schiller's eyes.
The last time he felt this way was when he faced the godfather, but the godfather carried an irresistible power, more like a violent storm on the sea, but Schiller was more like an endless The deep sea is quiet and peaceful, but it is bottomless.
Coppert's clenched index fingers rubbed against each other, and he felt a cool breeze, but it wasn't because of the weather.
In his slightly deficient imagination, he was like a penguin standing on the ice, with the violent wind and rain of Gotham night above his head, and the deep and dark sky under his feet. bottom of the sea.
Now, there are two paths before him, should he be a bird that rises with the wind, or should he jump into the sea and become a fish bravely moving forward in the sea of learning?
His brain, which was always turning in one direction, for the first time there was the friction of some parts and gears, which sounded to him like thunder in a cold night.
Dan Cobbot didn't feel scared. After the fireplace in the room was lit, there was a faint warmth.
If it's raining in Gotham all year round, and he doesn't have an umbrella to keep him out, let him jump into the sea and swim in the currents and eddies until he finds his shelter, Freeze the water there into ice cubes and build yourself a house.
With a "gudong", Schiller heard the sound of Coppert swallowing hard, but it sounded more like the sound of some young aquatic bird jumping into the sea from the ice.