The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

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

This time it was Bruce who appeared outside the door. He was wearing a turtleneck sweater and a windbreaker jacket. He looked very tall and straight. When Mrs. Miller passed by outside the door, he smiled and nodded to him. Made Mrs. Miller very happy.

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 you have made an appointment at Arkham Hospital. What's wrong with your treatment?

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 that you took the initiative to make an appointment for. 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 he said, It's actually Alfred...

Your butler? 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? Everyone will be a little unhappy when a friend leaves face to face, right?

I think you have thought of this, so what you are sad about now is that you find that Alfred has been in a state of loneliness, but 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 travel, 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 let Evans come over, 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 superfluous feelings? Then what do you think your feelings for Alfred are?

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

Generally speaking, normal parents will feel happy and relieved when their children bring classmates and friends home and get along well. Most of them are pleased with their children's growth in interpersonal communication, but some It’s because their sensibility and rational judgment are happy for their child’s ability to give normally emotionally.”

If your child has the normal ability to give and receive affection, 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 happy, because It's 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 cannot feel their love, or whether it is because of their own It's not enough to love him, which leads to problems with his ability to give and receive emotions...

The same is true for Alfred, he is like your parents, he pins all his emotions on you, when you show any bad changes, he will reflect on himself, and when you show some good things Change, 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 the world. They feel the same way and empathize with each other.

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

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, and 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 from this friendship?

Bruce didn't say anything, and 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 opera, 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 and said, Birds are not as stubborn as you.

The sleepiness of not being able to sleep? Why don't you talk when you go out all night in tights to fight criminals? The helplessness of being dragged to listen to some old opera? Evans doesn't have to get a bomb if he can beat you. Blown himself into the church pit...

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 would be very angry...

You better ask your problem before looking for a solution.

I've said my problem a long time ago. 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 housekeeper will be happy. If you are not happy, he will be unhappy.

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

Considering that the 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 keep his emotions from being completely pinned on me? Bruce raised 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 two possibilities. .”

Either they have become convinced that their children are happy enough to live well without them, and understand that the greatest source of happiness for children is no longer parental care.

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

Schiller buttoned the cap of his pen 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 joking. 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. When they pick up this obsession again, their feelings will be destroyed. Detach yourself from the child and invest in this obsession with them.

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

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

Bruce paused for a while, then shook his head again, and Schiller asked, Is it not, or do you not know?

I know a little bit, but not enough details. That may be the problem. He knows me well, but...

Well, you have checked out everyone around you, and even memorized the information of strangers you only met once on the road, but you don't have a detailed understanding of your closest butler... Perhaps this is also proof that he is special to you.

I'll figure it out, Bruce finally 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. Then turned into 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 that weird.

Schiller just sat behind his desk while people came and went.

In the eyes of Cobblepot, who was troubled by his life choices, the tabletop became the ice layer on which he stood, and the thin bird swayed down from the table. A faint flame was seen in the sea.

Evans with one body and two faces came in, and the room became his stage. There was lightning and thunder outside the window. When the lightning fell, suddenly, the dazzling light divided the whole room into two, half black and half white. , when a cluster of flames ignites on this boundary, it is brighter than the sun.

Before Evans' figure left completely, Batman walked in. The snowy night in his heart was darker and colder than anyone else's. The cluster of flames was almost too weak to be seen at all, but he still stood here, just It seems that the illusory light can also provide him with a little warmth, even if it is only psychological.

The three figures beside the campfire stood alone. Soon, more figures came over. Some of them had familiar faces. It seems to be separated by a barrier of the universe.

When the cold wind picked up suddenly and the flames became weaker and weaker, people coming and going took out firewood and threw it into the fire, and when the burning crack sounded again, a rapid electric bell rang, Schiller looked up, a green haired The figure stood outside the door with a bottle of wine in his hand.

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

Seeing that the author has worked hard for another day to code the words, the readers laughed out loud.

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

The world of all happy people has been achieved√