Schiller stood in front of the window and closed the curtains. A hoarse voice came from behind him: "Doctor, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing, it seems like a meteor flew by just now." Schiller shook his head, turned back, and said to Robert lying on the bed: "Since Iron Man appeared, there have been more and more meteors over New York. Hope College's
Lovers never know that the shooting star they dream of might just be a failed plane crash."
Robert seemed to be in a much better state of mind on the bed, and even smiled because of the joke. Although his expression was still a little stiff, it was because he had taken sedatives.
"I'm sorry, Robert. Because of your powerful ability, you must take sedatives with you. Otherwise, once you go crazy, everything here may be destroyed." Schiller held the record book in his hand and sat back on the hospital bed.
beside.
"Of course, doctor." Robert lowered his head and looked at his hands and said: "Ever since I had this ability, I have always been doing damage. Sometimes, I can't tell whether it was me on purpose.
Yes, or is it just that the ability is out of control..."
"Actually, when I didn't have this ability, I was always getting into trouble." Robert looked a little sleepy, but seemed to have something he wasn't happy about. He said, "It's almost Christmas, right? I remember, I left home.
The Christmas before, the atmosphere in the room was not even as good as in the ward."
"What happened?" Schiller asked.
"I don't remember anymore." Robert shook his head and said, "But it's just a small matter anyway. Maybe I didn't fly to the nearest airport for him to pick me up, or maybe I brought a girlfriend back that he didn't like.
…”
"who is he?"
"My father." Robert said, twisting the sheets with his hands. Schiller looked into his eyes and said, "You have never mentioned your family to me. What kind of person is your father?"
"Just like fathers all over the world." Robert gave a general answer, but then he added: "I hope I can do everything according to his wishes and live as successful as he thinks.
It doesn’t matter whether I want to live such a life or not.”
"Judging from your attitude, you should be unwilling?" Schiller poured a glass of water for Robert, but Robert shook his head slightly and said: "He is a successful person recognized by society, and there is nothing wrong with such a life.
of."
"The only bad thing is that since I was three years old, he has wanted me to live like him. Every word, every action, every move must conform to the childhood behavior of a successful prosecutor."
"It seems that he put a lot of pressure on you."
"Actually, I never knew what he wanted me to do." Under the influence of the sedative, Robert's thoughts were a little dazed, but this made him say what was in his heart: "Maybe, he doesn't even know that he wants to
What do you want me to do..."
"He achieved success, so he felt that as long as I followed the path he arranged, I would also be successful. However, the path he took was not arranged by others, and there were no rules in it."
"So, sometimes, he asked me to do this, and after a while, he asked me to do that again. The tone of the order and the serious attitude were exactly the same, but what he wanted me to do was completely different or even opposite."
"He said that I should not be playful and smiley, but should be steady and serious. But he also said that I should not be cold-faced to my classmates and teachers and should express myself lively."
"He said that I should have a sense of responsibility and justice, but he also said that I should be flexible and have both sides."
"If I couldn't do it, he would say that this is what he did in the first place, and he relied on this ability to achieve success. If I really studied his behavior seriously, I wouldn't look so stupid..."
Robert closed his eyes and said in a dry voice: "He often gets angry for no reason and asks me if I think he is not worthy of being my father, and if I like my mother more because my grandfather is richer.
Ask me if I look down on him..."
After Robert fell silent, Schiller sighed deeply. If he were to judge, Robert's father's personality was so typical that it could appear in textbooks, and the same was true of his educational failures.
"First thing, this is not your fault." Schiller looked at Robert, setting the tone of the matter first, and then said: "Your father is not educating a child, but educating the failed self.
"
Just as Robert was about to open his mouth, Schiller nodded and said: "It is true that in terms of social class, he has achieved a relatively high status, but this does not mean that he is not a loser."
"Your father appears to be very proud of his current achievements, and he emphasizes his success no matter who he talks about it to, but what he doesn't say is that he still has too much to satisfy.
desire."
"These desires may be too big to be satisfied, or speaking out will destroy his perfect image, or he may be morally ashamed to speak of them, but in fact, he is not as satisfied with the status quo as he appears."
"But he can express his desires in another form, which is to 'educate' you."
"In you, build the self-esteem that he failed to build, and transform his unspeakable greed into expectations for you."
Robert turned to look at Schiller, who crossed his fingers together in front of him and said: "And he doesn't do this to others, he only does it to you, and it's not because he loves you at all, just because
, you are a child, you can't resist, you can't even tell."
"He uses the perfect life he thinks he should have, and the abilities he thinks he needs to achieve this perfect life, to guide you now. It is neither correct nor selfish."
"To go deeper, he believes that he did not get a perfect life because of bad luck. He feels that if he starts over again, he will definitely be able to make up for his regrets and be more successful."
"He feels that you are his chance to start over again. He firmly believes that he has got the answer to the test paper of life, and he must fill it in according to his answer. If you don't do this, he will think that you don't know.
Anyway."
"But in fact, if he really had the ability to answer every question correctly, he would have lived the life he wanted long ago."
"The answers he gave are actually made up of his mediocre life. These experiences are not correct answers. You can't get high scores if you answer them all correctly step by step."
"But he won't believe all this." Schiller shook his head and said, "He will only become more and more dissatisfied with you. He feels that you are useless, so he got the correct answer and still failed to answer the question."
"Even if you were a completely emotionless robot and copied every step he told you, but in the end, if you still didn't achieve the success he hoped for, he would only say, 'Why didn't you have your own opinion at that time?
'."
"He holds a 60-point test paper. Not only does he require you to answer 60 points with perfect accuracy, but it is best to help him correct it to 90 points with a sudden whim and a spark of inspiration under the 60-point educational background.
, if you can’t do it, he will just think you are useless.”
Robert looked at Schiller blankly, then he wiped his lips with some embarrassment, lowered his head and clutched the quilt tightly and said: "This is simply magic..."
After saying that, he suddenly raised his head again, looked at Schiller with wide eyes and said: "Doctor, regarding my father, there are often fragments swirling in my mind, and I can't put them together at all..."
"But what you just said seemed to be flawless. You kneaded these fragments together and even expressed them more concisely and accurately. Is this your super power?"
"This is just psychology." Schiller looked down at the record book in his hand and said, "And the second thing I want to tell you is that your family education situation is not a special case, it is even typical enough to be considered
The cases written into the textbooks show that there are too many people in the same situation as you."
Robert opened his mouth wide, and after a while he slowly said: "Isn't it true that I am unlucky?"
"Your luck is indeed not very good." Schiller pushed up his glasses, looked at him and said: "Your father's behavior is more extreme, but many people's parents have such symptoms, but not like your father.
It’s just so obvious.”
"...Symptoms?" Robert repeated the word.
"Yes, this is actually a typical psychological problem. It cannot be understood by simply saying 'I hope my child will succeed' or 'I hope my child will avoid detours'. This needs to be solved and treated."
"But now, it's me lying in the hospital..."
"It's not that the number of untreated patients is large enough to prove that treatment is not necessary." Schiller shook his head and said, "And the reason why this was not taken seriously is actually because the victims were children and they had almost no voice.
ability."
"When your father is moody and displays his desire to control you, can you go to the hospital and say to the psychiatrist, 'My father may be sick, please treat him'?"
"Even if the doctor believes it, no one around him will believe it, because he is an adult and you are a child."
"To put it simply, education has a threshold. It requires patience, perseverance, knowledge of education, and a certain understanding of child psychology. It also requires firm opinions, consistency, and unity of knowledge and action. But there is no need to bully the small. Quality is enough.”
Robert clenched his fists and said excitedly: "This is exactly what I want to say!"
"When I was young, whenever I didn't do what my father said and was scolded by him, I couldn't even explain that what he asked me to do was originally impossible, or, He didn't even explain this clearly, and no one would listen to my explanation..."
"As time went by, I felt that it was really my fault. I thought, I couldn't be as successful as him anyway, so I would just be a bad person, a really bad person, and watch him get angry and Although I look disappointed, I feel happy because I succeeded in revenge against him."
"But people around me turned around and accused me, saying that I have such a successful father, but I don't learn well, saying that I don't know how to cherish it, and how many people don't have a decent background..."
"Okay, don't get excited, Robert." Schiller began to comfort Robert, who was speaking faster and faster. He said, "Do you remember the two points I told you? First, this is not your fault, and second, You're not the only victim either."
After hearing Schiller's last words, Robert gradually calmed down. After a while, he slowly said: "What about the others?"
Schiller looked at him quietly, waiting for him to clarify the direction of the question. But to Schiller's surprise, Robert asked: "Have you said these things to other people? They know this." Two o'clock?"
"Unfortunately, no." Schiller shook his head and said, "So far, I have only encountered your case, but tragedies in family education abound."
"So, why don't you let more people know?" Robert asked.
"I just analyzed the cause of your problem, and a good psychiatrist should give you a solution." As Schiller said, he stood up, walked to his desk, opened the drawer, and took out He handed a book to Robert and said:
"This is a book I once wrote. The content of the book is not important. What is important is the title."
Robert followed his words and looked at the cover of the book. The design of the book cover was very simple, even a little too simple, because there were only a few words written on the beige cover.