Chapter 2824

Schiller opened the door, nodded to the lady in the woolen trench coat standing by the door. The lady tucked the loose hair at her temples behind her ears, smiled at Schiller, and said, "I think my state is much better. Perhaps as you said, Professor, Felo is already a big kid. I cannot attribute the failure of that marriage to him..."

"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, didn't follow your old path, and still has the courage to pursue love. This is something worth being 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 natural adventurer and should enjoy this world better... Oh, Professor, I have delayed you for too long. See you next time."

"It doesn't matter, Madam. It is my honor to solve your worries."

The woman turned and left. Schiller closed the door and let out a long breath. He walked to the coffee table somewhat tiredly to tidy up the teacups. Merkel walked in from the back door and said, "The last bit has also been handled, sir. We can have a cabbage feast 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 but have no place to put them. Also, the nutrient soil is not enough. Perhaps we have to go to the market tomorrow."

"I won't have time from morning till night tomorrow. I'll let Wei Lun drive you to take a look." Schiller brewed himself a cup of tea. After sitting on the sofa, he unbuttoned his suit and drank a mouthful of hot tea. He completely relaxed.

The twilight light shone in from the floor-to-ceiling window, reflecting golden light on the pothos leaves in front of the window. Pedestrians outside the courtyard walked in a hurry on the way home. The children from the community elementary school who had finished school held small snacks and ran past the door, chattering.

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

Mrs. Hawthorne fell into sentimentality about her failed marriage because her son found an unreliable Mexican girlfriend, and booked two weeks of psychological treatment with Schiller. Mr. Maricino's anxiety disorder worsened due to poor business management, and the psychiatric drugs he was taking also showed drug resistance. He had been treated with Schiller for more than a month.

Angel next door just started high school, suffered from depression because she couldn't integrate into the collective, and was grabbed by her family to see a psychologist. Dr. Paul from the community hospital also had to regularly come here to confirm his own psychological state.

The others were patients who only came once or twice and didn't leave too much consultation information. Schiller took a look at the medical records he had organized and felt that Mrs. Hawthorne had recovered well and should cancel the subsequent consultations. But the good news was that Mr. Maricino introduced a friend of his, who was also in poor mental state due to poor business management, and was even so serious that he had suicidal tendencies. Perhaps he would be a long-term client.

Schiller basically only does psychological consultations for community residents now. This is a wealthy area. Although the recent situation is not good, some medical expenses can still be taken out. The wealthy have always attached great importance to their mental state, so after learning that a world-famous psychology expert had moved into their community, they no longer traveled far and wide, but hung their orders with Schiller.

Schiller hadn't done similar psychological consultations for a long time. At the beginning, it was a bit difficult, especially when Mrs. Hawthorne cried to him for six hours about her ex-husband's bad behavior. Schiller had to temporarily increase the purchase of tissues and replace the trash can in the consultation area with a large one.

However, there was also good news. Although Schiller only opened the price of standard consultation fees, the fees for American psychologists are very high, so even with only these few stable clients, Schiller also earned a lot of money.

And during this period, he finally built the small vegetable garden in the backyard. The first batch of cabbage had a poor harvest due to too much rain, but a batch that could be eaten was left. The potatoes grew faster and were almost filling the cellar.

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

Since coming to this community, Schiller has become more and more handy at holding banquets, whether it is a housewarming banquet, a graduation banquet, or a small gathering of neighbors, whether it is a weekend camping or a fishing party, he basically participated in all of them, and also became the godfather of two newborns in this community.

Schiller sent messages to everyone who had participated in taking care of the vegetable garden. They were basically young people, because they were going to school or work, so the time of the banquet was set in the evening.

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

Jason stuffed a pile of shopping bags over, picked up the rag hanging by the door to wipe his shoes, threw his shoes outside the door after changing into slippers, and complained without complaint: "If they hadn't insisted on dragging me to watch the curtain call of the cheerleading troupe, I wouldn't have even had time to change my shoes."

He squeezed in from the door and showed a bright smile at Schiller. Schiller smelled the smell of grass and mud on him, so he said: "Did you go play football?"

"There was a game this afternoon." Jason had already passed the voice-changing period. Now his voice was very low. When it echoed in the room, it simply made the air tremble.

And he was no longer a child. During his three years of high school, his height soared, simply like bamboo shoots in spring, jumping a section a day. Now that university had just started, he was already 1.9 meters tall.

The children of the Wayne family all grew very tall, but Dick practiced dancing all year round and was thin. Tim was not very keen on sports and was not very strong. Only Jason, I don't know where he inherited this fierce gene, was tall and strong, with a standard double-door figure. Schiller felt that as soon as he came in, the whole living room became much smaller.

Jason sat on the sofa and picked up the teacup Schiller handed him, feeling a bit cautious. The handle of the teacup wasn't big to begin with, and he could pinch it with two fingers, which was quite a bit of Zhang Fei embroidering flowers.

"I insist that you should go to the basketball team. Maybe you can become an NBA star," Schiller said. He wasn't just encouraging. Jason's physical advantage was too great. Even playing football would be enough.

Jason shook his head and said: "I don't want to be a drug jar. I don't have any good feelings about this kind of confrontational sports, and football is just to pass the time."

"I find it hard to believe that you would choose the Department of Classical Literature. When Bruce and Thomas saw your application, they looked like the sky was about to collapse. Thomas also privately told Alfred, did he give birth to a Brit?"

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

"I haven't studied in the UK, but I can help you ask Brand. 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 the sky was about to collapse when you were planting vegetables in your yard."

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

Jason's eyes darted left and right, talking about other things, "It's just that inertial thinking makes me feel that Cat Getan is not suitable for planting vegetables, but it's a good thing to be able to grow them."

"And then, you only care about vegetables?"

"I am caring about you, Professor."

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

"It's hard to imagine how big a fight you two had, to make you call her Miss Quinzel. Swear to me that you didn't do anything to her... Oh, you shouldn't have, otherwise you should be lying in the hospital."

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

"What do you mean?"

"Is the story of Harley Quinn true?"

Schiller steadily lifted his leg and crossed it over the other, put his fingers together and said: "First of all, I don't think Jack has the possibility of entering a mental hospital. There is no mental hospital in Cat Getan that would accept him. Thomas avoids him."

"Secondly, Harley's psychology study is three days of fishing and two days of drying nets. Her grades in the course of psychoanalysis are not even as good as Barry's. She is a heretic of behaviorism."

"I don't think she has the opportunity to psychoanalyze others and be infected by thoughts. Her current academic level is not even enough to let her pry open the door of others' spiritual world."

"The reason for this is also to blame me. If she didn't learn magic, perhaps she would spend more effort on this, but obviously, her interest in magic is much greater than that in psychology, so she should become a magician, not a psychologist."

"Finally, there is no Batman in this universe at all. No one has the possibility of becoming the Joker. Who else can make her become Harley Quinn?"

Jason stopped talking.

"Don't look at me," Schiller shook his head and said: "I haven't been the Joker for a long time. The unique interest Harley showed in me at that time was not so much the curse of Harley Quinn and the Joker, but rather that she just thought I was cool. She always walked on the road of pursuing trends."

"What is cool?"

"Similar to the relationship between the male and female protagonists in 'Leon: The Professional', a mysterious killer and an innocent little girl."

"Then you are a mysterious killer and a mysterious killer," Jason laughed and said.

"Have you seen Dick lately?" Schiller asked: "Does he still let you help him hide the fact that he is in love? Has Thomas discovered it?"

"I guess not. Tim and I have tight mouths and often help him cover up, although I don't know why he wants to hide it from Thomas. Rachel is a good girl, and we all like her."

"It might be because she is a magician. He feels that Thomas cannot accept people in the occult circle. Constantine set a bad example."

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

"Dream is back. Constantine has to face his mockery every night recently," Schiller seemed to remember something happy and said: "If I weren't too busy recently, I would definitely go watch this excitement."

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