The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

An atmosphere of silence surrounded the room, and the water pattern on the teacup reflected Victor's heavy breathing. Coppert just mechanically poured water into his mouth with the cup, regardless of whether the freshly boiled water was hot or not.

When she is a mental patient, she can hurt you unscrupulously, because she doesn't know who you are, and she doesn't know who she is.

But when she becomes a mother again, no mother can accept what she has done...

Perhaps, she has always wanted me to leave. Coppert's tone became a little numb: When she was ill, she threw everything she could afford at me, telling me to go away...

But I can't leave, I can't leave her. Copperpot's voice began to tremble again: No matter what, I can't leave her, she is my mother.

Victor closed his eyes, and the sound of heavy exhalation came from between his mouth and nose, Schiller also sighed softly, and said: I suggested to you when I prescribed the medicine for you before, let you Moving to a new apartment and a change of environment can help patients start a new phase of treatment and recovery.

Coppert shook his head, his tears shone finely under the dim light as he moved, and he said, She doesn't want to go.

Why?

Coppert's hand was tightly gripping the water glass, with veins protruding from the back of his hand.

Because of my father.

According to my mother, she and my father met on this street. My father brought her back here to meet his family. They had dinner together, drank mulled wine, chatted by the fireplace...

My uncle sang and the rest laughed and made them dance...

Accompanied by a slightly hoarse voice, the flames of the fireplace rose, and the figures crowded around the sofa. Some brought wine, some brought fruit plates, and when a folk song was sung, everyone clapped their hands.

A pair of young men and women came to the center of the room. They danced and their clothes fluttered. When the song was over, they held hands, accepted the praise and blessings of their families, and then walked into the church holding hands.

Until one of the hands touched the name on the tombstone, in the cold rainy night, there was only one mad woman spinning in this dark and decayed old house, and only the sound of the rain sang for her.

After my father died, my mother blamed it all on him not having an umbrella that rainy night, so she used to dig through everything at home to find an umbrella.

But if I did give her the umbrella, she would scream and yell and smash the umbrella with a chair, she said there was a curse on it, she said we were all cursed...

I can't remember how long it's been like this...

At the very beginning, she would pull me to tell their stories all night long, and later, she would stay silent in the corner of the living room every night, looking through the bookstore where she had dug out everything countless times. cabinet……

Whenever I tried to stop her, she started attacking me, and eventually, as soon as I got back into the house, she told me to get out...

When she started to wake up, I was so happy, I thought this kind of life was over, but I didn't expect...

Coppert covered his face with his hands, his shoulders kept twitching, the choked sobs that could no longer make a sound sounded more like the cry of an owl, in such a heavy atmosphere, it was so funny that people thought laugh.

Just like that, it was dawn, and the phone rang even more sharply. Schiller picked up the phone and said, Really? She's awake?...Okay, we'll go there right away...

When I walked out of Cobblepot’s old house, it was just as the sun was rising from the horizon, and it rained all night, filling the air with rich moisture, which was blown even cooler by the morning wind and sucked into my lungs, as if Swallowed many ice cubes.

The car drove to the hospital, and when the three of them got out of the car, Gordon had already come out, and said helplessly, Go in quickly, she is making a lot of noise.

After going upstairs, before entering the ward, I saw a nurse standing outside the door of the ward, holding an infusion bottle in one hand, and a hose and needle for infusion in the other. The needle was full of blood. Another older The nurse was about to walk in, when Victor held them back and asked, What's the matter?

The young nurse sighed and said: As soon as this lady woke up, she pulled out all the infusion needles stuck in her hand, she bled a lot, and she even hit someone with a bottle stand. We didn't dare Lean over.

The old nurse poked her head in and said, Hurry up and subdue her, her hand is still bleeding, and it will be even more difficult when the wound bursts open.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps from the next staircase, and Brand walked over with a group of nurses. He waved his hand and said, Go to Anding.

The old Mrs. Copperpot in the room was like a madman. No matter who approached, she screamed and wanted to attack.

But fortunately, she was an old woman after all, and she bled a lot again, and she didn't have much strength, so she was quickly subdued. Once the Valium was put on, she calmed down, and then lay on the bed, her eyes glazed over Looking at the ceiling.

Cobbot walked in the front, Victor and Schiller followed, Cobbot walked to his mother's bed, old Mrs Cobbot turned her eyes and looked at her son, Cobbot saw There was guilt and pleading on his mother's aging face.

Why stop me... Al... A dry voice came from her throat, and Cobblepot couldn't answer with trembling Adam's apple.

I don't want to stay here anymore...I can't do that anymore, don't stop me... Mrs. Coppert began to tremble all over her body, but she couldn't move, she could only freeze in place.

Schiller gave Copperpot a sudden push and whispered, Show your mother your arm.

Coppert looked back inexplicably, and Victor also looked at Schiller, but under Schiller's gaze, Coppert still stretched out his arms and rolled up his sleeves.

His arms were thin, his skin was rough, and his complexion revealed an abnormal paleness, but there were no wounds on it.

Schiller stood by the bed and said to the old Mrs. Copperpot: Madam, you suffer from catatonic schizophrenia. You fantasized that you attacked your son during the attack, but we took medicine and now you are awake. gone.

The old Mrs. Coppert stayed, she grabbed her son's wrist with eagle-like claws, then turned over hard, and rubbed Coppert's arm with the other hand.

It was indeed very smooth there, and there were not even any scars left. The lizard serum healing potion made by Connors was not just for treating trauma, but could even completely heal the scars left by the wounds.

Copperpot felt his mother's arms begin to tremble, and then he heard her whimpering, not knowing whether it was from guilt or happiness.

Mom doesn't want to do that, I don't want to do that...

You didn't do that. Schiller's tone was as firm as if he wasn't lying at all. Even Victor rubbed his eyes, wondering if the wounded Cobbot he had seen before an illusion.

Yes... Coppert grabbed her mother's hand and said, It's all fantasy, because you didn't take your medicine on time, Mom, as long as you are treated in the hospital and take your medicine, there will be no such thing occur……

The old Mrs. Coppert was already out of breath from crying, and Brand outside the door sighed and said, You should leave here first, the patient needs to rest.

The old Mrs. Coppert held her son's hand tightly, and Copott couldn't leave. Only Schiller and Victor came to the door of the ward.

The morning sun shines into the room through the window, and the door frame becomes a picture frame, with Schiele and Victor standing in a golden background.

Victor touched his upper lip with his fingers, and Schiller saw his fingertips trembling. When the emotions accumulated overnight broke out, this usually gentle and steady professor seemed about to collapse.

His eyes even started to look a little out of focus, as if many horrible visions were haunting him.

If Nora dies... Victor's voice sounded like a bow whose strings were broken, and he looked at Schiller with eyes like asking for help and said, ...will I be like this? crazy?

Schiller couldn't say that answer, because he was dealing with a real person, his patient, not a character from a comic book or a movie.

Familiarity with the plot and the prophetic prophecy fall here, which does not bring a little sense of superiority that the traversers should have enjoyed, but can only bring heavier sorrow.

In this world, each individual has his own tragedy, and no answer can be the only solution to the tragedy, so there is no savior.

In the city of Gotham, some people acted in tragedies, some in comedies, some laughed at the tragedies, some shed tears at the comedies, some laughed and cried, some cried and laughed.

No one can make everyone cry, and no one can make everyone laugh, not even the time traveler or the seer.

This is Gotham, a city that cannot be saved.

The golden background in the picture frame was about to overflow. Suddenly, Victor turned around tremblingly. He walked back to the ward quickly, stared straight at Coppert and said, Come with me, Coppert... come with me !

Pulled by him, Cobbot stood up from the hospital bed and walked out of the hospital. The morning light engulfed their figures, and at some point, Schiller, who was standing by the door, also disappeared.

Victor, who re-entered the laboratory, quickly took off his water-stained coat and threw it aside.

He stroked Copperpot's back, pushed him in, and then walked to the lab bench, turning to Copperpot.

Victor seemed to have lost his usual elegance and gentleness, and his face looked a little nervous and a little crazy under the cold light of the laboratory.

Coppert...

Victor looked into Coppert's eyes, which contained warmth, anticipation, and paranoia that ordinary people couldn't understand.

It's not like a teacher looking at the students, it's more like a father looking at his son, or, more like a person rescued from a tragedy looking at another tragedy, like a traveler looking at another tragedy on the boundless snowfield. a traveler.

At this moment, Coppert heard Victor ask him:

Coppert... do you know how water turns into ice?

Some people can't laugh anymore, I won't say who it is.