Chapter 2861 Daily life before the Doujie (Part 1)
Chapter 2835 Daily life before the Doujie (Part 1)
Schiller opened the door and stood by the door and nodded to the lady in a woolen trench coat. The lady tucked her hair behind her ears and said to Schiller with a smile: "I think my condition is much better, maybe like
What you said, professor, Philo is already a big boy, I can't put the responsibility for the failure of that marriage on him..."
"Excessive recall 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 go down the same path as you.
Having the courage to pursue love is something to be happy about."
"Although I still don't agree with him hanging out with that Mexican girl, he is indeed different from the two of us. He is a born adventurer and should enjoy the world better... Oh, Professor, I have delayed you for too long.
Yes, 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 a little tiredly to put away the tea cups. Merkel walked in from the backyard door and said: "The last bit has been taken care of, sir.
We can have a cabbage dinner tonight."
"Have the potatoes been put in the cellar?"
"Yes, but it's a pity that the cellar of this house is too small. I want to store more vegetable seeds and flower seeds. There is no place to put them. Also, there is not enough nutrient soil. Maybe we have to go to the market tomorrow.
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"I won't be free from morning to night tomorrow, so I'll let Waylon drive you to take a look." Schiller made himself a cup of tea, sat on the sofa, unbuttoned his suit, and took a sip of hot tea.
, he relaxed completely.
The dusk light shines in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the green radish leaves falling in front of the window reflect the golden light. Pedestrians outside the courtyard are walking hurriedly on their way home. Children after school in the community primary school are holding small snacks in their hands and chattering.
Run past the door.
Inside the house, the Scottish-style room decoration made the atmosphere warm and peaceful. Schiller was drinking tea while sorting out today's psychological consultation records.
Mrs. Hosander fell back into the sentimentality of her failed marriage because her son had found an unknown Mexican girlfriend. She booked two weeks of psychotherapy with Schiller.
, which caused the original anxiety disorder to worsen, and the psychotropic drugs he took also became drug-resistant. Schiller has been undergoing treatment for more than a month.
Angel next door just entered high school. Because he couldn't fit in with the group, he suffered from depression. His family took him to see a psychiatrist. Dr. Boer from the community hospital also came here regularly to check on his mental condition.
The other patients were all patients who only came once or twice and did not leave much consultation information. Schiller took a look at the medical records he had compiled and felt that Mrs. Hosander was recovering well and should cancel the next few visits.
diagnosis and treatment, but the good news is that Mr. Mariceno introduced a friend of his who may be a long-term customer because of the poor management of the company and poor mental state, which has even become serious enough to have suicidal tendencies.
Schiller now basically only provides psychological consultation to community residents. This is a wealthy area. Although the current situation is not good, some medical expenses can still be paid. The rich have always paid more attention to their own mental conditions, so after learning about their community
After settling in a world-famous psychology expert, they no longer looked far away, but placed an order with Schiller.
Schiller had 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 size of the tissue.
purchase volume, and at the same time replaced the trash cans in the consultation area with larger ones.
But there is also good news, that is, although Schiller only charges standard consultation prices, American psychologists charge very high fees, so with only these few stable clients, Schiller also made a lot of money.
And during this time, he finally set up a small vegetable garden in the backyard. The first batch of cabbages did not yield well because of too much rain, but he still left a batch of edible ones, and the potatoes grew faster.
, the cellar is almost full.
Merkel actually came back before these vegetables grew, but fortunately, she was basically only interested in gardening and a little disgusted with the vegetable garden, so the vegetables that she planted basically grew up safely. Schiller and others agreed to
There will be a harvest feast tonight.
Since coming to this community, Schiller has become more and more comfortable in hosting banquets. Whether it is a housewarming party, a college entrance banquet, a neighborhood gathering, weekend camping, or a fishing party, he has basically participated in them all.
He became the godfather of two newborn babies in this community.
Schiller sent a message to everyone who had participated in taking care of the vegetable garden. They were mostly young people. Because they were going to school or working, the banquet was scheduled for the evening.
Merkel went back to pick and wash vegetables. After a while, the door to the front yard was pushed open. A figure swung his legs and stamped his feet at the door. Schiller walked over and opened the door.
Jason stuffed a bunch of shopping bags over, picked up the rag hanging by the door to clean his shoes, changed into slippers and threw the shoes outside the door, complaining: "If they didn't insist on dragging me to see
When the cheer dance troupe comes to a close, I won’t even have 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 soil on him, so he said: "You went to play football?"
"There is a game this afternoon." Jason had already passed the period 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. It was quite 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 for exchange." Jason said: "I want to go to Oxford for a year. The classics major there is the best in the world. I also want to study English linguistics."
"I never studied 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 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, then 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 saying a word. Jason blew the tea and said, "Will Miss Quinzel come today?"
"It's hard to imagine how big of a quarrel the two of you had that you could 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.
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Jason put down the teacup, slumped on the sofa and looked at the ceiling. Then he 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, and
Not a psychiatrist."
"In the end, there is no Batman in this universe, and no one can become 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 on the road to following trends."
"What's cool?"
"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 is ignorant of 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? Did Thomas find 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 because she is a magician, he felt that Thomas could not 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."
"The Dream God is back, and Constantine has been facing his ridicule every night recently." Schiller seemed to have remembered something happy, and he said: "If I hadn't been too busy recently, I would definitely go see this excitement."
"What's so exciting?" Pamela's head popped out of the crack of the front door and said, "Come here and help me get my things in."