Chapter 1076

Standing in front of the window, Schiller pulled the curtains. A hoarse voice came from behind him: "Doctor, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, it seems a meteor just flew past." Schiller shook his head while turning around and said to Luo Bote, who was lying on the bed: "Ever since Iron Man appeared, there have been more and more meteors over New York. I hope the couples at the academy will never know that the meteors they yearn for might just be a failed crash accident."

Luo Bote on the bed looked like his mental state had improved a lot, and he could even reveal a smile because of this joke, although his expression was still a bit stiff, but that was because he had taken sedative medication.

"I'm sorry, Luo Bote, because of your powerful ability, the medication process must be accompanied by sedative medication. Otherwise, once you go crazy, everything here might be destroyed." Schiller took the record book and sat back down beside the hospital bed.

"Of course, Doctor." Luo Bote lowered his head, looked at his hands, and said: "Ever since I possessed this ability, I have always been causing destruction. Sometimes, I can't tell whether I did it on purpose or if my ability just lost control..."

"Actually, when I didn't have this ability, I was always causing trouble too." Luo Bote appeared a bit sleepy, but seemed to have something he had to spit out. He said: "It's almost Christmas, right? I remember, the Christmas before I left home, the atmosphere in the room wasn't even as good as in the hospital ward."

"What happened?" Schiller asked.

"I don't remember anymore." Luo Bote shook his head and said: "But it was some small matter anyway. Maybe it was because I didn't fly to the nearest airport for him to pick me up, or maybe it was because I brought back a girlfriend he didn't like..."

"Who is he?"

"My dad." Luo Bote twisted the bed sheet with his hands. Schiller looked into his eyes and said: "You have never mentioned your family to me. What kind of person is your dad?"

"Just like fathers all over the world." Luo Bote gave a general answer, but then he added: "Hoping that I can do everything according to his wishes, live into the successful appearance he thinks, regardless of whether I am willing to live such a life."

"Judging from your attitude, you shouldn't be willing?" Schiller poured a glass of water for Luo Bote, but Luo Bote shook his head slightly and said: "He is a successful person recognized by society. There's nothing wrong with such a life."

"The only bad thing is that from the time I was three years old, he hoped that I could live into him, every word and action, every move, had to conform to the childhood behavior of a successful prosecutor."

"It seems he put a lot of pressure on you."

"Actually, I never knew what he wanted me to do." Under the effect of the sedative, Luo Bote's thoughts were a bit hazy, but this made him say his heart's words: "Maybe, he didn't even know himself what he wanted me to do..."

"He achieved success, so he felt that as long as I followed the path he arranged, I would definitely achieve success too. But the path he walked out wasn't arranged for him by others, and there was no pattern in it."

"So, sometimes, he asked me to do this, and after a while, he asked me to do that. The tone of the order and the serious attitude were exactly the same, only the things he wanted me to do were completely different, or even opposite."

"He said I shouldn't be giggling, but should be steady and serious, but then said I shouldn't be cold to classmates and teachers, but should be lively and express myself."

"He said I should have a sense of responsibility and justice, but then said I should be flexible and adaptable."

"If I couldn't do it, he would say that he did it that way at the beginning, and relied on this skill to achieve success. If I had really learned his behavior and conduct seriously, I wouldn't appear so stupid..."

Luo Bote closed his eyes and said in a somewhat dry voice: "He often got angry for no reason, asking me if I felt he wasn't worthy of being my father, asking me if I liked my mother more because my grandfather had more money, asking me if I looked down on him..."

After Luo Bote fell silent, Schiller sighed deeply. If he were to judge, Luo Bote's father's personality was typical enough to appear in textbooks, and his educational failure case was the same.

"First thing, this isn't your fault." Schiller looked at Luo Bote, set the tone for this matter first, and then said: "Your father isn't educating a child, but educating that failed self of his."

Luo Bote was just about to open his mouth, but Schiller nodded and said: "Indeed, in terms of social class, he achieved a relatively high status, but that doesn't mean he isn't a failure."

"Your father appears very proud of the achievements he has now, and no matter who he talks to about this, he is emphasizing his success. But what he didn't say is that he still has too many unfulfilled desires."

"These desires might be too big to be fulfilled, might be things that would destroy his perfect image if said out loud, might be things he is ashamed to speak of morally, but in fact, he isn't as satisfied with the status quo as he appears."

"But he can use another form to express his desires, and that is to 'educate' you."

"Establish the self-esteem he failed to establish successfully on you, and beautify his greed that is hard to speak of into expectations for you."

Luo Bote turned to look at Schiller. Schiller crossed his fingers together, placed them in front of him, and then said: "And he doesn't do this to others, only to you, and it's not because he loves you at all, but just because you are a child, you can't resist, and can't even distinguish."

"He uses the perfect life he thinks he should have had in his mind, and the abilities he thinks are needed to achieve this perfect life, to guide you now. It's neither correct nor selfish."

"To go deeper, he thinks he didn't get a perfect life because he was unlucky. He feels that if he could do it all over again, he would definitely be able to make up for his regrets and be more successful."

"He feels that you are his chance to do it all over again. He firmly believes that he has already obtained the answer to life's exam paper, and you must fill it out according to his answer. If you don't do so, he feels you are ungrateful."

"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 answer he brought out is actually composed of his mediocre life. These experiences aren't any correct answers. Even if you answer everything correctly step by step, you won't get a high score."

"But he won't believe any of this." Schiller shook his head and said: "He will only be more and more dissatisfied with you, feeling that it's because you are useless that you couldn't answer the questions correctly even after taking the correct answer."

"Even if you were a robot without any feelings, copying every step he said, but in the end, still didn't achieve the success he hoped for, he would only say one sentence, 'Why didn't you have your own ideas at that time?'."

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"He holds a 60-point exam paper, not only requiring you to answer 60 points, without any mistakes, but also hoping that you can have a sudden inspiration and spark of wisdom under the 60-point educational background to help him correct it to 90 points. If you can't do it, he will only feel that you are useless."

Luo Bote looked blankly at Schiller. Then, he wiped the corner of his lips somewhat awkwardly, lowered his head, and gripped the quilt tightly, saying: "This is simply magic..."

After finishing, he suddenly raised his head, widened his eyes, and looked at Schiller, saying: "Doctor, regarding my father, fragments often swirl in my mind, and I have no way to integrate them..."

"But your words just now are like, without a single error, pinching these fragments together, and even expressing them more refined and accurately. Is this your superpower?"

"This is just psychology." Schiller lowered his head and glanced at the record book in his hand and said: "And the second thing I want to tell you is that your family education situation isn't a special case. This is a case that is typical enough to be written into textbooks. There are too many people whose situation is consistent with yours."

Luo Bote opened his mouth wide, and after a long while, he said slowly: "Is it really not because my luck is bad?"

"Your luck is indeed not very good." Schiller pushed his glasses, looked at him, and said: "Your father appears a bit more extreme, but many people's parents have such symptoms, it's just that they don't appear as obvious as your father's."

"... Symptoms?" Luo Bote repeated this word.

"That's right, this is actually a typical psychological problem, not just a simple 'hoping the child will become a dragon' or 'hoping the child will take fewer detours' that can be understood. This requires unraveling and treatment."

"But now, the one lying in the hospital is me..."

"It's not that the number of patients who haven't received treatment is large that proves there's no need for treatment." Schiller shook his head and said: "And the reason why this hasn't been taken seriously is actually because the victims are children. They have almost no ability to speak out."

"When your father is moody and pours his control desire on you, can you run to the hospital and say to a psychiatrist 'My father might be sick, please treat him'?"

"Even if the doctor believed it, everyone around wouldn't believe it, because he is an adult, and you are a child."

"Simply put, education has a threshold, requiring patience, perseverance, possession of educational knowledge, understanding of certain child psychology, and also needing firm viewpoints, consistency, unity of knowledge and action, but bullying the small with the big doesn't, it only requires having no quality."

Luo Bote clenched his fists and said somewhat excitedly: "This is exactly what I want to say!"

"When I was young, whenever I didn't do what my father said and was blamed by him, I didn't even have a place to explain. The things he asked me to do were impossible to complete in the first place, or he didn't even make it clear, and no one would listen to my explanation..."

"Over time, I felt that it was really my fault. I thought, anyway, I couldn't become a successful person like him, so I simply became a rotten person, the kind that is rotten to the core, and seeing his anger and disappointment, I felt happy instead, because I succeeded in taking revenge on him."

"But the people around me turned around and blamed me, saying I had such a successful father but didn't learn well, saying I didn't know how to cherish, and how many people didn't even have a decent background..."

"Alright, don't get excited, Luo Bote." Schiller started to comfort Luo Bote, whose speaking speed was getting faster and faster. He said: "Do you still remember the two points I told you? First, this isn't your fault. Second, you aren't the only victim."

Hearing Schiller's last sentence, Luo Bote gradually calmed down. After a while, he slowly opened his mouth and said: "What about the others?"

Schiller looked at him quietly, waiting for him to make the direction of this question clearer, but what surprised Schiller a bit was that Luo Bote asked: "Have you said these words to others? Do they know these two points?"

"It's a pity, no." Schiller shook his head and said: "So far, I've only encountered your case, but tragedies of family education are everywhere."

"Then, why don't you let more people know?" Luo Bote asked.

"I only analyzed the cause of your problem, and an excellent psychiatrist should give a method of solution." Schiller said while standing up, walking to his desk, pulling open the drawer, taking out a book, handing it to Luo Bote, and saying:

"This is a book I once wrote. The content inside isn't important, what's important is the title."

Luo Bote followed his words and looked at this book, whose cover design was very simple, even a bit too simple, because on the beige cover, only a few words were written.

Luo Bote read those few words out loud:

"'Learn to Speak Well'?"