The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1100 Father and Son (27)
"Obviously, Mr. Howard, you have discovered the problem—during Tony's growing up, the turning point in your relationship did not occur during your alcohol addiction stage, but appeared earlier. "

Schiller concluded that when Howard looked at him again, his expression seemed a little slack, and he was no longer as focused as before, as if he was listening to him while falling into memories again.

Schiller didn't pull him out of his memory, but asked along the way: "So, please recall carefully, the length of time you and Tony focused on, and when did you first fall off a cliff?"

"A cliff-like fall?" Howard seemed a little confused by the word, and Schiller explained it carefully:
"As you said, for a long time, Tony has been your sustenance. You hope that the happy time spent with him will never end, but since when did you take the initiative to end this time for the first time? ?”

Howard was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes gradually recovered. Obviously thinking of a specific scene, he said slowly, "... when we played marbles for the first time."

Howard sighed slightly, and said: "That day, his mother packed up all his toys, and we had nothing to play with, so we found some marbles in the corner under the bed."

"It was actually something I played with when I was a child. I didn't think Tony would like it, so I taught him how to play marbles casually. As a result, he did very well and hit every shot."

"But to my surprise, he was not satisfied with the simple straight line. He put a dozen or so ordinary marbles into a complicated pattern, and let them hit one by one until the last marble rolled to the target. Place."

"I was really stunned, you don't know how complicated the pattern he designed, and without any practice, he succeeded at the first attempt!"

Howard's tone was still amazed: "That is to say, he calculated in his mind the interaction force and kinetic energy attenuation generated by each marble collision, and then let each marble be at the most extreme distance, completed his task."

"And then, how did you do it?" Schiller suddenly leaned forward, staring into Howard's eyes, showing an aggressive posture.

Obviously, this put a certain amount of pressure on Howard, so he said instinctively, "I don't think there is anything else to play with, so I put away the marbles and promised him to play another day."

"Why do you think there is nothing to play?"

"I have already achieved this step, can I do better? In other words, this is actually not the way of playing marbles, but his own innovation."

"We only have a dozen marbles in total, and he has already played the most complicated way." Howard made a gesture and said, "It's come to an end."

"Is it the end of the marbles game?" Schiller leaned forward even more, looked directly at Howard, forcing him to answer.

"Of course." Howard replied instinctively.

"Why do you make such a judgment?" Schiller asked extremely quickly.

"Of course it's because I played."

"Because of your experience?" Schiller asked, interrupting him.

"That's right." Howard began to look a little flustered, he raised his cup to cover his mouth, and Schiller looked at Howard again and said:
"Don't you believe that Tony can innovate gameplay? Don't you believe that he can break through your experience? Or, do you think he can break through, but you don't want him to break through?"

"How could I be unwilling to let him..."

As soon as Howard said this, Schiller suddenly stood up, came to the back of the sofa where Howard was sitting, pressed his hands on the sofa behind him, leaned forward, and pressed his head on top of Howard's, And said quickly like a string of words:
"I guess, you put away the marbles in a panic, your posture was very embarrassing, and your words were not decent. Rather than saying that it was the father who took the initiative to end the game, it is better to say that the police confiscated the criminal's props."

"It's not boredom and impatience that's driving you, it's panic...you're feeling fear."

Schiller bit the last word emphatically. From his angle, he could clearly see that Howard froze instantly when the word landed.

"You are afraid that your son, by virtue of his genius and wisdom, has acquired knowledge beyond what you taught him. You are afraid that he will explore the world beyond your arms. You are also afraid that he will surpass you. "

"Bullshit! Why should I be afraid of my son surpassing me?" Howard raised his voice, his arms began to shake, and said, "I should be proud of this!"

"Many parents are proud of their children, not really appreciating their personality and character, but thinking that their children have passed on their life experience and achieved success. What they are proud of is their own experience and teaching, not the success of your children."

Just as Howard was about to refute, Schiller patted the back of the chair hard behind him, made a loud noise, and raised his voice and said: "In your memory, what impresses you the most is not Tony's learning process, but It was his first innovation."

"But obviously, his learning period should be longer, and the creation is just a flash in the pan, but you still remember this moment. The essence is that your shock at his talent overwhelms your sense of accomplishment for inheriting your own experience. .”

Schiller stood up straight, raised his head, looked ahead, and said:

"And the inference is that at that moment, you discovered for the first time that Tony Stark will surpass your life's accumulation and experience with his amazing talent... You feel unwilling."

"That's why, you have less and less time to concentrate, because you can teach him less and less, and the more he innovates, the more impatient you are."

"And the night you came back, the irresistible negative emotions you felt were when you discovered that you were no longer in the bright future Tony Stark created."

Schiller's strong and fast tone suddenly stopped, and the silence came suddenly, but more violently, and the silence in the room was terrifying.

A few minutes later, Howard's trembling fingers attached to his face, he kept pursing his lips and blinking his eyes, but he still felt that tears were sliding down from the inner corner of his eyes along the nose, and he used a trembling breath explain:
"I am his father..."

"We used to be so good. No matter what I taught him, he was willing to learn, and he learned everything. He really learned very quickly."

"I can no longer hold him in my arms, teach him to read numbers and do calculations, and he no longer needs to learn any experience and knowledge from me."

"The moment I got into the car with the materials, I thought that although I was dead, the knowledge, experience and good times I left him would be with him forever, so I stepped on on the gas pedal."

"But when I came back, I realized that resurrection is the cruelest punishment for a person, because you will see how this world has forgotten you."

Howard lowered his head and wept silently, while Schiller slowly walked back to sit opposite him, took a sip of the water in the glass, and said:
"You will leave the earth and come to the Andromeda galaxy, not because you don't want to see Tony, but because you don't want to see his creation."

"You are afraid that you can't help but rush forward like crazy, looking for the traces you left in Tony's life. You think that he shouldn't have such a father who is not broad-minded enough, and even seems a little crazy."

Schiller's tone became very slow, at least much slower than when he pressed Howard before, sounding like he was reciting a poem.

"Parents hope to turn their children into another self, and hope that their children can surpass themselves. Parents hope that their children can inherit all their own experiences. They hope that they can break free from the shackles of dogma and make breakthroughs and innovations."

"Parents want their children to fly higher and higher, but they don't want their children to be too far away from them. Parents want their children to have their own lives, but they don't want them to focus on their own lives and forget about their parents."

"Parents are always contradictory, suffering from conflict, conflicting from pain."

Howard slowly raised his head, looked at Schiller with tear-filled eyes, and Schiller wrinkled his eyes and said:

"You really pay too much attention to the inheritance of knowledge and life experience, while ignoring the extremely important point, that is personality."

"You were disappointed that you didn't see more of yourself in Tony, but I sighed that I saw too much of you in him."

"Did you know? In this world, there are not many people who have tens of thousands of transmission parts. In their hearts, there is a huge machine, and they are dealing with those small things that others may not even notice. mood."

"Mr. Howard..." Schiller looked into his eyes and said, "It seems that you should have admitted that I am better than you in judging emotions."

Howard was just a little dazed to see that Schiller was pouring water into the wine glass with a jug. The thick spout of cold water was much larger than the mouth of a champagne glass, so Schiller could only slowly pour it in. The scene looked very funny.

"Aren't you a psychiatrist? Shouldn't you comfort me?" Howard said hoarsely.

"The important thing is that I won." Schiller raised his head slightly and said, "And the one who defeated was a genius, please let me be happy for a while."

"Oh, no, I was wrong." Schiller shook his head suddenly and said, "Actually, there is nothing to be happy about. I am a psychiatrist and you are a scientist. I beat you in terms of psychological reasoning. Like a cheetah outrunning a tortoise."

Howard's face turned red, as if feeling angry at Schiller's rude words, but Schiller picked up the wine glass, took a sip of water, and said:

"However, next, we can have a fairer game, that is, let's compare, who knows Tony Stark better."

"I am his friend, you are his father, you have not been teaching him for a short time, and I have not known him for a long time. From all aspects, this is a fairer game than just now, then , Mr. Howard, do you want to compare with me?"

Howard raised his eyelids and stared at Schiller with light-colored pupils. He blinked slowly and said, "...how do you plan to compare?"

"It's very simple." Schiller stood up from the sofa and walked to his desk with a glass of wine. He said, "Now, we are both in the Andromeda galaxy far away from the earth, and neither of us is monitoring there."

"Then let's guess what's going on with Tony now. Let's each come up with a conclusion and then make a phone call. Whoever agrees will win."

Schiller stretched out his hand and poured the clear water from his glass into another glass, then opened a bottle of champagne, poured it into the glass, and took a sip.

But the smell of wine at this time made Howard frowned. He felt his chest trembling, and his heart was clamoring that he must not lose this battle. The understanding of his son is that a father must never Lost battle.

then.He also stood up, walked across the desk, stared into Schiller's eyes and said, "Then, let me guess first."

"Please." Xi Le raised his glass and said.

"Now, it should be late at night in New York. Tony Stark is staying up late in the laboratory for research, and he is studying the hardest part of a certain project. At this moment, he is propping his hands on the laboratory table, staring intently at The data on paper, without saying a word..."

Howard described it in detail, because he had to force Schiller to describe in as much detail as he did, but Schiller didn't say anything. He dialed the phone, and one second before the call was connected, Schiller suddenly spoke:
"...he was crying."

The next second, Stark's hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone:
"……Hey?"

In an instant, Howard's arm muscles tensed, because he was unable to support himself standing there, and he clearly heard that Stark's first breath before speaking was sobbing.

Schiller hung up the phone with a snap, but Howard ran over from the other side of the table like crazy, raised the phone with trembling arms, and shouted, "Call!...Call quickly! !"

"I'm sorry, there is no phone bill, I don't know, Magneto is so stingy, although long-distance is very expensive, but it doesn't mean that you will be in arrears for a phone call, right?" Schiller turned his back to the desk, put his hands on the table, Look up at the ceiling.

Before Howard roared again, Schiller suddenly let out an "oh", and then continued: "Look, how did I forget? Magneto can open wormholes through space, and he can return to Earth at any time. Why do you have to pay the phone bill?"

Howard threw away the phone and rushed out the door in a panic. Schiller, who was standing in front of the table, shook his head and smiled.

But at this time, the phone on the table rang again. After Schiller picked it up, a deep voice came from the opposite side:

"Hello, I'm Odin, I want to chat with you, may I ask, are you free now?"

　Hungry and full

　
(End of this chapter)