Chapter 2861 Daily Life Before the Battle (Part 1)

Chapter 2835 Daily Life Before the Battle (Part 1)

Schiller opened the door and stood by the door nodding to the lady in a tweed windbreaker. The lady put her hair behind her ears and smiled at Schiller: "I feel much better. Maybe it's just like you said, Professor, Ferro is already a big boy. I can't put the blame for the failure of that marriage on his head..."

"Excessive recollection of the past is always a bad sign." Schiller shook his head and said: "Perhaps you should be glad that he spent 20 years getting rid of your prejudice against him and did not follow your old path. He still has the courage to pursue love. This is something to be happy about."

"Although I still don't agree with him and that Mexican girl, he is indeed different from the two of us. He is a natural adventurer and should enjoy the world better... Oh, professor, I have delayed you for too long "It's time to go to the office. See you next time."

"It's okay, ma'am. It's my honor to help you solve your problems."

The woman turned and left. Schiller closed the door and let out a long breath. He walked to the coffee table with a little tiredness to clean up the teacups. Merkel walked in from the backyard door and said, "The last bit has been dealt with, sir. We can have a cabbage dinner tonight."

"Have the potatoes been put in the cellar?"

"Yes, but unfortunately the cellar of this house is too small. I want to store more vegetable and flower seeds, but there is no place to put them. Also, there is not enough nutrient soil. Maybe we have to go to the market tomorrow."

"I will be busy from morning to night tomorrow. I will ask Weiren to drive you to see it." Schiller made himself a cup of tea, sat on the sofa, unbuttoned his suit, drank a sip of hot tea, and he completely relaxed.

The light of dusk shines in from the French windows, and the leaves of the green radish falling in front of the window reflect the golden light. The pedestrians outside the yard are walking home in a hurry. The children of the community primary school are running past the door with snacks in their hands.

Inside the house, the Scottish-style room decoration sets off a warm and quiet atmosphere. Schiller is sorting out today's psychological consultation records while drinking tea.

Mrs. Hosander fell into the sentimentality of her failed marriage again because her son found an unreliable Mexican girlfriend. She booked a two-week psychological treatment here at Schiller. Mr. Maricchino's original anxiety disorder worsened due to poor company management, and the psychiatric drugs he took also showed drug resistance. He has been treated at Schiller for more than a month.

Angel next door just started high school. Because he couldn't integrate into the group, he suffered from depression. He was asked by his family to see a psychiatrist. Dr. Boll from the community hospital also came here regularly to confirm his own psychological condition.

The others were patients who had only come once or twice, and did not leave much consultation information. Schiller took a look at the medical records he had sorted out and felt that Mrs. Hosander had recovered well and should cancel the next few consultations. But the good news was that Mr. Maricheno introduced a friend of his who was also in a bad mental state due to poor company management, and even had suicidal tendencies. Perhaps he would be a long-term customer.

Schiller now basically only provides psychological counseling for community residents. This is a wealthy area. Although the recent situation is not good, some medical expenses can still be paid. The rich have always paid more attention to their mental state. So after learning that a world-renowned psychology expert has settled in their community, they no longer seek far away, but place an order with Schiller.

Schiller has not done similar psychological counseling for a long time. It was a bit difficult at the beginning, especially when Mrs. Hosander cried to him for six hours about her ex-husband's bad behavior. Schiller had to temporarily increase the purchase of paper towels and replace the trash cans in the consultation area with large ones.

But there is also good news. Although Schiller only charged the standard consultation fee, American psychologists charge very high fees, so with only these few stable customers, Schiller also made a lot of money.

And during this period, he finally built a small vegetable garden in the backyard. The first batch of cabbages did not have a good harvest due to too much rain, but a batch of edible ones were left. Potatoes grew faster and almost filled the cellar.

Merkel actually came back before these vegetables grew, but fortunately he was basically only interested in gardening and disliked the vegetable garden a little, so the vegetables planted basically grew safely. Schiller and others agreed to hold a harvest banquet tonight.

Since coming to this community, Schiller has become more and more adept at hosting banquets. Whether it is a housewarming party, a graduation party, a neighbor gathering, a weekend camping, or a fishing party, he has basically participated in them all, and he has also become the godfather of two newborns in this community.

Schiller sent messages to all the people who had taken care of the vegetable garden, mostly young people, because they were either in school or at work, so the banquet was scheduled for the evening.

Merkel went back to pick and wash the vegetables. Not long after, the door to the front yard was pushed open. A figure swung his legs and stamped his feet at the door. Schiller walked over to open the door.

Jason stuffed a bunch of shopping bags in, picked up the rag hanging by the door to wipe his shoes, changed into slippers and threw his shoes outside the door, complaining: "If they hadn't insisted on dragging me to watch the curtain call of the Lala Dance Troupe, I wouldn't have had time to change my shoes."

He squeezed in through the door and showed a bright smile to Schiller. Schiller smelled the smell of grass and earth on him, so he said: "You went to play football?"

"There is a game this afternoon." Jason had already passed the stage of changing his voice, and now his voice was very deep. When it echoed in the room, it almost made the air vibrate.

And he is no longer a child. In the three years of high school, his height has grown dramatically. He is like a bamboo shoot in spring, growing every day. Now that college has just started, he is already 1.9 meters tall.

The children in the Wayne family are all very tall, but Dick has been practicing dancing all year round and is on the thin side. Tim is not very fond of sports and is not very strong. The only one is Jason. I don’t know where he inherited this. He has strong genes, is tall and strong, and has a standard double-door figure. Schiller felt that as soon as he came in, the entire living room became a lot smaller.

Jason sat down on the sofa and felt a little cautious when he picked up the teacup that Schiller handed him. The handle of the teacup was not big, and he could hold it with two fingers, which was quite a bit like Zhang Fei's embroidery. style.

"I insist that you should go to the basketball team, maybe you can become an NBA star." Schiller said, he was not simply encouraging, Jason's size advantage is too great, even playing football is enough.

Jason shook his head and said: "I don't want to be a medicine pot. I don't have a good impression of this kind of confrontational sport. Football is just to pass the time."

"It's hard for me to believe that you would choose the Department of Classical Literature. When Bruce and Thomas read your application, they acted as if the sky was falling. Thomas even asked Alfred privately whether he had given birth to a baby. British."

“I do have plans to go to the UK as an exchange student,” Jason said. “I want to go to Oxford for a year. The classical literature major there is the best in the world. I also want to study English linguistics.”

"I didn't study in the UK, but I can ask Brand for you. He seems to have classmates in the UK."

"Speaking of which," Jason looked at Schiller's house and said, "How have you been lately? Professor, I heard that you also felt like the sky was falling when you were growing vegetables in your yard."

"I know none of you think I can grow it, but I'm sorry, the world is like this, you never know what your next talent will be."

Jason glanced left and right and said, "It's just my habitual thinking that makes me think Gotham is not suitable for growing vegetables. It's a good thing to be able to grow vegetables."

"Then, do you only care about vegetables?"

"I'm concerned about you, Professor."

Schiller stared at Jason without speaking. Jason blew the tea and said, "Will Miss Quinzel come today?"

"It's hard to imagine how much of a quarrel the two of you had that allowed you to call her Miss Quinzel and swear to me that you didn't fight her... Oh, you probably didn't, otherwise you should be lying in the hospital. "

Jason put down the teacup, slumped on the sofa and looked at the ceiling, then sat up suddenly and looked at Schiller and said, "Really?"

"What do you mean?"

"Is the Harley Quinn story true?"

Schiller smoothly raised his leg and put it on the other leg, and said with the fingers of his hands together: "First of all, I don't think it is possible for Jack to enter a mental hospital. There is no mental hospital in Gotham that will admit him, Thomas." They all avoided him."

"Secondly, Harley's psychology studies include three days of fishing and two days of netting. Her grades in psychoanalysis are not even as good as Barry's. She is a behaviorist heretic."

"I don't think she has the chance to psychoanalyze others and be infected by their thoughts. Her current academic level is not even enough for her to pry open the door to other people's spiritual world."

"The reason is entirely my fault. If she didn't learn magic, she might have spent more time on it. But obviously, she is more interested in magic than psychology, so she should become a magician. Not a psychiatrist."

"In the end, there is no Batman in this universe, and no one has the possibility of becoming the Joker. Who can make her become Harley Quinn?"

Jason hesitated to speak.

"Don't look at me." Schiller shook his head and said, "I'm no longer a clown. The unique interest Harley showed in me at that time was not so much the curse of Harley Quinn and the clown, but that she just thought I was very cute." Cool, she is always following the trend.”

"What's cool?"

"It's similar to the relationship between the male and female protagonists in "The Killer Isn't Too Cold", the mysterious killer and the little girl who doesn't know much about the world."

"Then you are the mysterious killer and the mysterious killer." Jason laughed and said.

"Have you seen Dick recently?" Schiller asked: "Did he ask you to help him hide his love affair? Has Thomas found out?"

"I guess not. Tim and I are very tight-lipped and often cover up for him. Although I don't know why he hides it from Thomas. Rachel is a good girl and we all like her."

"Maybe it was because she was a magician and he felt Thomas couldn't accept people in the occult circle. Constantine made a bad start."

"There is still a need to hide it." Jason said: "If most magicians are like Constantine, Thomas will definitely object strongly to such people appearing in our lives."

"Ole-god is back, and Constantine has to face his ridicule every night recently." Schiller seemed to remember something happy, and he said, "If I wasn't too busy recently, I would definitely go to see this excitement."

"What excitement?" Pamela's head popped out from the crack of the front door and said, "Come and help me take the things in."