Chapter 252 Campfire on a Snowy Night (End)

When Alberto left, it was already dark. Before Schiller could rest for a while, the doorbell rang again.

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

When he sat across from Schiller's desk, seeing Bruce's increasingly serious expression, Schiller said, "You haven't been to Gotham University's Psychological Clinic for a long time, and you've made an appointment for treatment at Arkham Hospital this time. What's wrong?"

"You haven't been to Gotham University's Psychological Clinic for a long time, professor."

Schiller sighed and said, "You took the initiative to make an appointment for psychological treatment. 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 he said, "Actually, it was Alfred..."

"Your butler? What happened to him?"

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

Schiller looked into Bruce's eyes and said, "Isn't this normal? Everyone would be a little unhappy when facing the departure of a friend, right?"

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

"He grew up with me, I know his hobbies, I once prepared opera tickets for him, and wanted him to travel, or build a nursing home for him, but he didn't want to..."

"Do you think he is unhappy because he likes Yin Wensi very much and Yin Wensi is gone?"

"Isn't it?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "I think he is happy that you agreed to let Yin Wensi come to stay, or that he is happy that you made friends in college. Heart."

"But..."

"Do you want to say that you don't need friends? Or to go further, do you think you don't need those extra emotions? Then what do you think your feelings for Alfred are?"

Bruce's mouth moved again, but he didn't say the word, and he didn't seem to want to mention the word. Schiller just thought he heard it himself and said, "I will compare Alfred to your parents. I think you won't object to this analogy."

"Generally speaking, normal parents will feel happy and relieved when their children bring classmates and friends home and get along well with them. Most of this is because they are relieved about their children's growth in interpersonal communication, but part of it is because their emotional and rational judgments are happy that their children have the ability to give normal emotions. "

"If your child If a 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 this is a common emotional feedback mechanism. "

"On the contrary, if your child is indifferent to everyone around him, as if he is dead, then parents will start to worry whether their children can't feel their love, or whether it is because they don't love him enough that he has 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 show some good changes, this 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. Put yourself in their shoes and feel the same way. "

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

Bruce nodded,

indicating that he fully understood this 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 who is the real you, and which of your emotions are real and which are disguised."

"Now, he is happy for your friendship with Yin Wens, so can I reversely infer that you have indeed gained some positive emotions in this friendship?"

Bruce said nothing, and Schiller said helplessly: "You can't think that I have mind reading, Bruce, you don't tell me the answer, are you going to let me guess?"

"If the positive emotions you refer to are the drowsiness 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. I don't know what he wants to say by suddenly changing the subject, and then Schiller said: "Birds are not as stubborn as you."

"Can't sleep? Why didn't you say anything when you went out all night fighting criminals in a tights? Are you helpless when you were dragged to listen to some old-fashioned operas? If Yin Wensi could beat you, he wouldn't have to make a bomb to blow himself into the pit of the church..."

Bruce didn't feel embarrassed at all. He still said expressionlessly: "I'm here to find a solution. I can't let Yin Wensi live in my manor all the time. Even if Falcone doesn't object, Selena will be very angry..."

"Before looking for a solution, you'd better raise your question first."

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

"I've already given the answer to this question. If you are happy, your butler will be happy. If you are unhappy, he will be unhappy."

Bruce fell into silence again. He found that Schiller had led him into a dead end again. According to this theory, the way to make Alfred happy is very simple, that is, to make him happy.

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

It can't be said that he is unhappy, but it can only be said that his emotions don't fluctuate too much.

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

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

"Do you think it is possible to make him not completely rely on me for his emotions?" Bruce proposed another possibility.

"This is indeed a direction. Let's follow 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 firmly believed that their children are happy enough and can live well even without them, and understand that the biggest source of their children's happiness is no longer the care of their parents."

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

Schiller put the pen cap on, making a slight sound, and he looked at Bruce and asked, "Do you have any plans to get married recently?"

The sudden change of topic made Bruce stunned.

"I'm not kidding. If you have plans to get married recently, Fred should be able to get rid of this situation, or you and Selina can just have a child, and this situation should be fundamentally solved."

Bruce shook his head slightly, and Schiller continued: "Another possibility is that the parents' unsatisfied obsession is greater than their love for their children. When they pick up this obsession again, their feelings will be pulled away from the children and invested in their obsession."

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

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

Bruce paused for a long time, then shook his head again, and Schiller asked: "Is it that he hasn't, or do you not know?"

"I know something, but not in detail, and that may be the problem. He knows me very well, but..."

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

"I'll think of a way." Bruce said at last.

The fireplace in the room has been completely burned, and the fire is getting stronger and stronger, but on the contrary, as the sky darkens, the temperature is getting lower and lower. When the rain falls again, it has turned into tiny ice crystals, and then into pale snow particles.

It's hard to imagine that there will be a city with snow in autumn on the East Coast, but Gotham has been absurd for a long time, and it doesn't matter if it's a little weird.

Schiller sat behind his desk, while people came and went in front of the desk.

In the eyes of Cobblepot, who was troubled by the choice of life, the tabletop became the ice layer on which he stood. The skinny bird swayed and fell from the table. When it fell into the sea, it saw a faint flame in the deep blue sea.

Yin Wens, who was two-faced, walked in, and the room became his stage. There were 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 flame ignited on this boundary, it was brighter than the sun.

Before Yin Wens' figure completely left, Batman walked in. The vast snowy night in his heart was darker and colder than anyone else. The flame was almost so weak that it was completely invisible, but he still stood here, as if the illusory light could also provide him with a little warmth, even if it was only psychological.

The three figures standing by the campfire were all alone. Soon, more figures came over. Some of them looked familiar. After standing there for a while, they walked into the snow again. Some of them looked illusory, as if they were separated by a cosmic barrier.

When the cold wind suddenly rose and the flames became weaker and weaker, the figures coming and going took out firewood and threw it into the fire. When the burning "crackling" sound rang again, a hurried electric bell rang. Schiller looked up and saw a green-haired figure standing outside the door with a bottle of wine in his hand.

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