In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 251: Snowy Night Campfire (End)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

It was already dark when Alberto left, and before Schiller had a rest, the electric bell rang again.

It was Bruce who appeared outside the door this time. He was wearing a turtleneck sweater and a windbreaker jacket. Nodded, much to Mrs. Miller's delight.

When he sat across Schiller's table, seeing Bruce's gradually serious expression, Schiller said: "You haven't appeared in the psychological consultation room of Gotham University for a long time, and this time I made an appointment again. What happened to the treatment at Cam Hospital?"

"It's been a long time since you appeared in the psychological consultation room of Gotham University, Professor."

Schiller sighed and said, "It's the psychotherapy you booked on your own initiative. Don't use the tone of a business negotiation to fight for the initiative. Are you a doctor or am I a doctor?"

"If you have the attitude that you must win the negotiation, then I suggest you go home and talk to the wall."

Bruce's lips moved, and then said: "It's actually Alfred..."

"Your housekeeper? What happened to him?"

"Before, Evans stayed at my house for a few days, and Alfred was very happy, but after he left, I could clearly feel that Alfred was a little lost..."

Schiller looked into Bruce's eyes and said, "Isn't this normal? Faced with the departure of a friend, everyone will be a little unhappy, right?"

"I think you've thought of this, so what makes you sad now is that you find that Alfred has been in a lonely state, and you didn't care about him before..."

"He grew up with me, and I know his hobbies. I once prepared tickets for the opera theater for him, and I wanted him to go on a trip, or build a nursing home for him, but he was unwilling... ..."

"Do you think it's because he likes Evans very much, and Evans is gone, so he is unhappy?"

"Isn't it?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "I think he's happy that you agreed with Evans to come to stay overnight, or that he's happy that you made friends in college."

"But..."

"Do you want to say that you don't need friends? Or to put it further, do you think you don't need those extra feelings? Then what do you think you feel about Alfred?"

Bruce's mouth moved again, but he didn't say the word, as if he didn't want to mention the word, Schiller pretended to hear it, and said, "I'll compare Alfred to your Parents, I don't think you would object to this metaphor."

"Generally speaking, normal parents will feel happy and relieved when their children bring classmates and friends home and get along well. Most of this is pleased with their children's growth in interpersonal communication, But part of it is because their sensibility and rational judgment are happy for their children to have the ability to give emotionally normally.”

"If your child has the normal ability to give and receive feelings, it means that the child can feel the love of his parents. When you can be sure that your love is received by others, you will feel very Be happy, because this is a common emotional feedback mechanism."

"On the contrary, if your child shows indifference to everyone around him, as if his heart is dead, then parents will also start to worry whether their child can't feel their love, or, It's not because I don't love him enough that I have problems with his ability to give and receive emotions..."

"Alfred is the same, he is like your parents, he puts all his emotions on you, when you show any bad changes, he will reflect on himself, and when you appear Some good changes, this kind of positive feedback will also be fed back to him, making him feel happy."

"This is the most normal emotional relationship between parents and children in this world, and they can empathize with each other."

"Now you should be able to understand the reasons for some of Alfred's emotional fluctuations?"

Bruce nodded, indicating that he had fully understood the theory, and then said, "Then what do you think I should do now?"

"You have to ask yourself, I think Alfred should know you very well, he should know which is the real you, which of your emotions are real and which are fake."

"Now, he is happy for your friendship with Evans, so can I infer in reverse that you did get some positive emotions in this friendship relationship?"

Bruce didn't say anything, Schiller said helplessly: "You can't think I have mind reading skills, Bruce, you don't tell me the answer, are you trying to let me guess?"

"If you mean the sleepiness of not being able to sleep, and the helplessness of being dragged to listen to some old-fashioned operas, then there are indeed some."

"I remember that bats should be mammals, not birds..." Schiller looked at Bruce, and Bruce also looked at Schiller, not knowing what he was going to say when he suddenly changed the subject, and then Schiller turned a corner Said: "Birds are not as tough as you."

"Can't sleep and sleepy? Why don't you talk when you go out all night in tights to fight criminals? Being dragged to some old opera opera helpless? Evans doesn't have to get a bomb if he can beat you. Blow yourself into the pit of the church..."

Bruce was not embarrassed at all, he still said blankly: "I'm here to find a solution, I can't let Evans live in my manor all the time, even if Falcone has no objection, Selena will also be very angry..."

"You better ask your problem before looking for a solution."

"I have already said my problem. I found that Alfred has been immersed in a lonely mood. I want to make a change."

"I have already given the answer to this question. If you are happy, your butler will be happy. If you are not happy, he will be unhappy."

Bruce fell into silence again, and he found that he was detoured into a dead end by Schiller again. According to this theory, the way to make Alfred happy is very simple, that is, to make himself happy.

This solution should be very effective in theory, but in practice it is almost impossible to operate, because Batman is unhappy all the year round.

It can't be said that he is unhappy, it can only be said that his mood has not fluctuated much.

The atmosphere in the room fell silent again, and Schiller did not continue to give Bruce any advice, because if the normal process was followed, he would then go deep into Batman's heart to discuss why he was unhappy and how to make him happy.

Considering that conducting research on this proposition is likely to constitute academic infringement on clowns, Schiller decided not to delve into it.

"Do you think it is possible to prevent his emotions from being completely pinned on me?" Bruce proposed another possibility.

"This is indeed a direction. We still look at it according to that theory. Parents will have such a mental journey. If they really start to withdraw their emotions from their children and return to their personal lives, then there are the following Two possibilities."

"Either they have firmly believed that their children are happy enough, even if they don't need them, they can live well, and understand that the greatest source of children's happiness is not the care of their parents."

"Then they will actively transfer their emotions, either to others or to focus on themselves."

Schiller buckled the pen cap and made a soft sound. He looked at Bruce and asked, "Do you have any plans to get married recently?"

Bruce froze at the sudden change of subject.

"I'm not kidding, if you have plans to get married recently, then Fred should be able to get rid of this state, or you and Selena will have a baby, and this situation should be fundamentally resolved. "

Bruce shook his head slightly, and Schiller continued: "There is also a possibility that some kind of unsatisfied obsession of parents is greater than their love for their children. It will be taken away from the children and turned to their obsession."

"Obsession..." Bruce frowned and muttered to himself, and Schiller continued to ask, "Although it's a bit offensive, I still want to ask, is your housekeeper still alive?"

Bruce shook his head again, and Schiller asked again: "So has he ever been married or had a crush?"

Bruce paused for a while, then shook his head again, and Schiller asked, "Is there no, or you don't know?"

"I know some, but not enough details, that may be the problem, he knows me well, but..."

"Well, you've checked out everyone around you, even the strangers you only met once on the road, but you don't have detailed information about your closest housekeeper. Understand... Maybe this is also a proof that he is very special to you."

"I'll figure it out." Finally, Bruce said.

The fireplace in the room has been completely burned, and the fire is getting hotter and hotter, but on the contrary, as the sky is getting darker, the temperature is getting lower and lower, and when it rains again, it has turned into tiny ice crystals , followed by pale snow grains.

It's hard to imagine a city on the East Coast with snow in the fall, but Gotham has been ridiculous for a long time, and it's not less than weird.

Schiller just sits behind his desk, while people come and go in front of the desk~IndoMTL.com~ In the eyes of Cobblepot, who is troubled by his life choices, the desktop has become a layer of ice for him to stand on. A thin bird swayed and fell from the table. When it fell into the sea, it saw a cluster of faint flames in the deep blue sea.

Evans with one body and two faces walked in, and the room became his stage. There was lightning and thunder outside the window. Half of it is white, but when a cluster of flames ignites on this boundary, it is brighter than the sun.

Before Evans left completely, Batman walked in. The snowy night in his heart was darker and colder than anyone else's. Here, it seems that the illusory light can also provide him with a little warmth, even if it is only psychological.

The three figures stood alone by the campfire, and soon, more figures came over. Some of them had familiar faces. Unreal, like a barrier of the universe.

When the cold wind picked up suddenly, the flames became weaker and weaker, and the people coming and going took out firewood and threw it into the fire. A green-haired figure stood outside the door, holding a bottle of wine in his hand.

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Seeing the protagonist working hard for another day, the author laughed out loud.

Seeing the author's hard work for another day, the readers laughed out loud.

Seeing the readers working hard for another day, the protagonist laughed out loud.

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