The days of being 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 balls. The next morning, I came to A Schiller, who works at Cam Hospital, put his umbrella on the door of his office and sighed.

When Mrs. Miller walked in with the kettle, she glanced back at the umbrella leaning against the door. She put the kettle on Schiller's table and said, Dr. Rodriguez, Why are you still using that broken umbrella?

Schiller took the kettle and poured water for himself, shrugging his shoulders and said: It wasn't too bad before. I found someone to make an extra frame to reinforce it, and it can still be used. Who knows these days, It's not raining in Gotham, it's hail, so...

He looked past Mrs. Miller and looked at his umbrella. It was obvious that one of the umbrella ribs had been broken, and even if he didn't open it, he could still see obvious dents.

Mrs. Miller used to be a head nurse, and was hired back 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. Today is hail, and tomorrow it might snow. I'll send someone over to light the fireplace later.

Oh, ma'am, you are always exaggerating, and you are still far away. Schiller said, taking a sip of hot water.

Then he dug out his schedule and asked Mrs. Miller, Who's the first patient this morning? Anyone in need of my room?

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. And Anthony and Miss Scott on the third floor 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 from my private number...

Mrs. Miller put the notebook back on the shelf on the table, and said helplessly: Dr. Schiller, you have to know that generally speaking, people without an appointment are not allowed to enter the mental hospital, and the appointment needs to be made one day in advance. If the hospital's call is to contact you through your private mobile phone, it must be 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 grab the camera.

Well, we can make an exception this time, but please remember to remind him next time that he 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.

The 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 Copperpot's face through the smoke on the opposite side. Face.

He was already much better than the haggard state 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. If possible, it is best to change to another place. 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 files 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 hand was also on the table, but he crossed his fingers and squeezed them tightly. He said, It's ridiculous, isn't it? How can I Maybe go to high school?

Why is that ridiculous? Why is it 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 it's 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 the same is true for you.

Perhaps in your life plan, you have never studied step by step, and then take the route of going to university...

Copper nodded. He still looked very nervous, and 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. My mother also needs someone to take care of her.

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. He didn't want to hide anything, but his ability to express made him unable to fully describe his current state of mind, so Schiller could only Guide him to say: I don't know how to choose, what is your option?

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 and said vaguely .

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 is that?

Cobbot hesitated for a moment, and seemed unable to speak, 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 lived in a nice family, with a big country house, a big yard, brothers and sisters, a dog, commuting to and from school, sitting in classrooms, studying from middle school to high school, Then get admitted to a very good university with very good grades...

Copperpot's vocabulary is very empty, and his adjectives for these lives are nothing more than good, big, and very happy. Schiller heard this, and he said: What kind of house do you think is 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?

Cobbot 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, or 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 was, 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 moment, and then said: I don't have as rich a vocabulary as he does, and I don't have as much emotion as him. I feel like my brain is blank...

He seemed to have opened up the chatterbox, but the end of his tone was still a little trembling, as if he was 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?

It's all part of it.

Schiller put down the glass, and he said to Cobblepot in the most concise and understandable way possible: Your brain is like a precise machine, but even the most precise machine needs constant activity to keep it from rusting.

When your brain is always turning in one direction, there is inertia, and those gears and parts change their configuration in the same direction as you turn, and then in this respect, your brain will turn faster and faster. , the more it turns, the smoother it turns, and the better the running-in between the parts and the gears, the faster it turns,

This will make your talents 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, which will reduce people's mental stability.

Now you should have discovered that when you think about conspiracy, crime, interpersonal relationships, and business context, your brain is extremely smooth. This is normal, because you were born and raised here in Gotham. Art, literature, philosophy are more useful.

But the process of learning is actually the 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. It's just that you don't need any advanced theory to manage the water pipes.

But it's actually helping the parts and gears of your brain to grind in the other direction and make it more balanced and stable.

What we have learned 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 your ability. Mental stability.

When you have more angles to look at a thing, you can largely prevent your thinking from going into a dead end, or your emotions from going to extremes.

Coppert saw an all-encompassing calm in Schiller's eyes that was stronger than he had felt in Victor.

For the first time, he understood the metaphor eyes are the windows of the soul, because he saw the endless vast ocean in Schiller's eyes.

The last time he had this feeling 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 deep sea, quiet , peaceful, but 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 somewhat deficient imagination, he was like a penguin standing on the ice, with the stormy night of Gotham above his head and the bottomless sea under his feet. .

Now, there are two paths in front of him. Should he be a bird that rises with the wind, or jump into the sea and become a fish bravely moving forward in the sea of ​​learning?

For the first time in his brain, which was always turning in one direction, there was the grinding sound of some parts and gears, which to him sounded like thunder in a cold night.

But 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 ocean and swim in the currents and eddies until he finds his shelter and puts his The water freezes into ice cubes and builds itself a house.

With a gudong, Schiller heard the sound of Copper swallowing saliva, but it sounded more like the sound of some young aquatic bird jumping from the ice into the sea.