Yes, yes, that's pretty cool, not to mention that you not only ran away from home, but you also asked Batman to drive you away from home...

"How long will this trip take?" Wen leaned on the back of the chair boredly, "I still want to see you run away from home and go to the parallel world."

But the conversation between Wendy and Batman was also very dramatic.

In fact, compared to the part about running away from home, which she already knew about the subsequent story, Wen was more interested in the part related to Batman that Wendy had never mentioned at all.

It was still raining heavily outside, and the car became a small world of its own. This dark and closed small space always made Wendy feel scared and uneasy, but with Batman by her side, she seemed to have overcome this fear very well.

Fear can be overcome, eczema cannot.

Wendy's fingers have become red and swollen. Wen understands this itching feeling, which can easily defeat a person's willpower, and to some extent is even more unbearable than pain.

But Wendy's hand was dragging her cheek peacefully, slightly bent in a natural and relaxed manner. Not to mention scratching, there was not even a trembling movement.

As expected of Wendy.

Batman said: "You didn't take your medicine when you went out."

"No." Wendy replied, "I even ran away from home on a temporary basis. How could I be in the mood to go upstairs and take medicine."

Batman handed her a pill box.

"We have all the medicines you commonly use." Batman said calmly, "Bring them with you."

Wendy took it, opened the pill box, looked at it, selected one pill and swallowed it. Wen took the opportunity to glance at the pill box a few times, not to mention, the preparations were quite complete.

"Where did you get the medicine? It's not easy to get all these categories together in such a short time," Wendy asked, "Did your father give it to you?"

Batman didn't deny it, this was his acquiescence.

"I knew you must be in contact with your father. He spends a lot of money on Zhenglian every year." Wendy took out the ointment from the medicine box and applied it on her hands. "And you always come here so often."

timely."

It's really strange. Wen Xin said that Batman has a connection with your father. What does it have to do with him donating money to Zhenglian?

I also knew that it was impossible for Bruce to have never interacted with Batman. After all, the Wayne family is the richest people in Gotham... Not only that, the name Wayne is well-known internationally.

Isn't it common sense that the rich people in the world are either connected to Chaoying or have some inextricable cooperation with Chaoying?

Wendy finished applying the ointment on her hands and put the remaining ointment back into the medicine box and fastened it.

"He also asked you to come this time?"

"..."

Wendy nodded and said, "He should do it by himself. Why doesn't he do it by himself?"

This sentence doesn't sound like he's asking Batman a question, it's more like he's talking to himself.

"..."

"What did he tell you?" Wendy asked, thinking about it and then changed her words, "What did he say when he mentioned me? You guys - you talked about me, right."

"...Sometimes." Batman replied conservatively.

"what did he say?"

"Nothing said."

Wendy stopped asking questions. She held the medicine box thoughtfully, her long hair hanging down, covering the expression on her face.

This is the countless time. Wendy, if you are in the mood to chat with Batman, why can't you talk to your father? It was not a serious matter in the first place, but you and your family have tormented you into what you are today.

——You are not bad people, why are you so messed up?

Your father and your brothers are not candid, so be more candid yourself.

But you are not candid either.

It's hopeless, your family is hopeless.

Wen climbed up from the back of the chair speechlessly, then fell heavily back into the back seat.

This dream contained so much information that she had to think hard to find clues. However, it was inevitable that she felt uninterested.

What is she thinking about?

If you think about it carefully, no matter how messy the situation is, it doesn't have much to do with her, and she herself is not a nosy person.

Alas, she is too kind. Sometimes, even if you know that this matter is an internal conflict in someone else's family, there is no room for you to intervene. But as a close bystander from a God's perspective, you have no control over the world.

The solution is very clear. Just watching the other party get entangled and entangled again, it is inevitable not to worry for the person involved.

Batman surrendered in this silence.

"We talked about you." He said lowly.

Wendy moved.

"What do you want to know."

"...I don't know what I want to know." Wendy said dullly, "Did he say anything that impressed you?"

"..."

"There's none?"

"Every time you run away from home and come back, you always feel much better." Batman said, "So he thinks it's good for you to leave home from time to time. But he can't let you go out to relax.

Speaking out, sometimes, you kind of... over-interpret his reaction."

"I didn't over-interpret it." Of course Wendy objected to such words, "I never said anything."

"That's what worries him the most. You're not a girl who's willing to tell people what's on your mind," Batman said. "Occasionally, he'll regret letting you leave home at a young age to study in another country far away. Then

It was a difficult decision, and given what happened to you in Gotham, at the time, he felt he had to do it."

"Now he doesn't think so?"

"It's hard to say," Batman replied, "but if he could go back to that time, he would think more carefully."

Wendy looked at her fingers: "I... really like my school."

Wen was shocked.

What? You actually like the ballet school, sister? Why did you never say it? Is it wrong? When you mentioned Ballerina, all you complained about was dissatisfaction. Even ballet, you didn’t seem to like it very much. As a result, you

Now say you like your school?!

No, no, I'm not sure whether Wendy is telling the truth or not. Maybe she is talking nonsense in front of Batman again...

Even though Wen thought so, there was another feeling that couldn't be ignored.

She felt that Wendy was telling the truth.

She trusts Batman, which is one; her mood has indeed reached a critical point, which is the second; in addition, the heavy rain outside the car has turned the entire city into a land and sea, and they are now in a

In a small and unavoidable space, in this case, perhaps Wendy finally chose to open her heart for the rare occasion.

But this meant that Wendy had concealed a lot of truth from her before.

...How should I put it, Wen is not surprised at all.

This was the biggest reason why she really couldn't like Wendy. She was too sensitive and unwilling to say more. Who would be in the mood to guess her thoughts all day long.

If they hadn't been a community of destiny, Wen would have run as far as he could when meeting someone with Wendy's personality.

"It's a very good school." Batman said calmly, "The teachers are very experienced, the students are from good backgrounds, and the ones with lower backgrounds are also smart and studious. Everyone in the school is a type that you won't reject. They are closed-minded.

The traditional teaching model also ensures that you get along frequently. From the external conditions, your chances of making friends at that school are very high."

But Wendy failed to make friends - this was purely Wendy's own problem.

"Friends are not essential in life." Wendy retorted in a low voice.

"Essential to you."

His tone was so unquestionable that Wen rolled his eyes at Batman, but he had to admit that he was right, or that Bruce guy was right.

No one can truly be alone and live in this world without communication, and Wendy is no exception. Even because of her own situation, her requirements for emotional support will only be higher and more, not lower or more.

few.

Under normal circumstances, family members are of course the most powerful emotional support, but in the case of Wendy's family, it seems impossible to do so...

Wen was suddenly shocked by a fact.

Damn, she still doesn't know exactly what disease they have.

But you can also guess that it is a mental illness.

Wen is very aware of the common characteristics of patients with this disease: ordinary, normal, beautiful, and warm families are just the minimum to ensure their emotional stability for such patients.

It's cruel, but it's the truth.

What they need is a response anytime and anywhere. What they need is unconditional love and constant warmth, because at any time, they may have an emotional breakdown for any trivial or even inexplicable reason.

Ordinary people actually have limits on their tolerance for relatives, friends and lovers. You can have thousands of shortcomings as long as they don't violate their bottom line. But for these patients, what they really need is - perfection.

Perfect means that sometimes they cry and cry, and what they need is not comfort but companionship, and they can only accept comfort; sometimes they will hurt close people, and you must make the most correct response, if you behave too well

, it may actually increase their guilt. If you don't behave well...if you behave badly, maybe they will feel comforted, or maybe they will hurt you twice as much next time.
To be continued...