Which one is better if the officials are forced to die together [Comprehensive British and American]

It didn't take Carl long to learn to control these forces.

In fact, the time he spent was far shorter than he imagined. To be precise, after he suddenly controlled such a huge power and heard voices from all over the world, he made himself look the same as before gaining the power. It took him less than an hour.

Carl didn't think it was his own fault, because despite the compulsive attempts to calm himself down, his mind was a mess, merely relying on reactive instincts to hide himself in the tall, dense corn stalks. middle.

He is not used to asking for help, not asking for help to pass something, but the kind of asking for help after being in trouble in the true sense-this is what Karl experienced after wandering in the natural world for a long time and being alone with himself for a long time. get experience.

Of course, due to age and knowledge limitations, he is not yet able to explain the sentence that exists in his consciousness clearly. For this reason, he stuttered and racked his brains to discuss with his literature teacher.

His literature teacher, a historian, also taught him history, and occasionally taught him how to play the piano when his music teacher was lazy.

Sometimes the teacher's cold attitude made Carl feel that he was not pleasing to the other party, but this time, the literature teacher rarely praised him and gave him a clearer explanation.

"Those who are really difficult can't be helped. People can encourage you, they can be with you, people can pray for you, they can do anything for you, but they can't help you, even the closest and most Trustworthy parents are no exception." The literature teacher said, turning an old-fashioned pen between his fingers, "because the really insurmountable dilemmas are spiritual ones."

"Why can't I get help for my spiritual difficulties?" Carl asked stubbornly.

He sat and talked with his teacher in the library. The tables and chairs were all neat and sturdy, which would never make people feel slack in the process of reading and learning.

Tall brown-and-red wooden shelves reached the ceiling, and behind them, thread-bound books were displayed on the shelves wrapped in hardcovers.

The appearance of all the books that are eligible to be displayed here is just like the thoughts in the books. They were born in the old age, and after more than a hundred years, they still exude a fresh fragrance.

"Because people are doomed not to understand each other." The literature teacher said in such a fragrance, looking down at Carl's clear blue eyes, looking at the enthusiasm, innocence, and passion in those blue eyes. With all the generous kindness of this kid.

"I don't believe in psychiatrists, Carl, and I suggest that you don't either. All mental illnesses that are not caused by physical illnesses can only be healed by themselves. What psychiatrists do is to guide fools through the commonality of psychological development. Find a way to heal yourself. And you and I, we can both find that way on our own.”

Carl looked at the teacher with longing eyes: "I didn't understand."

"The human mind is a maze. Everyone's maze is different and only you can see it. People sometimes get lost because of a nap or other reasons. At this time, the job of the psychiatrist is to keep saying, 'Go right, please. Look, is that the right way? No, ok, look to the left, is this the right way? No, then keep looking down...'."

The teacher stopped his fingers and inserted the pen into the breast pocket, "When the physical illness changes the structure of the entire maze, the psychiatrists try to restore the maze to its original state or keep it unchanged. At this time, their help is the most effective help." He said He stood up, patted Carl's head, and stopped Carl's words.

"You'll understand, Carl."

Carl understood now, because the difficulties he encountered at this moment were difficulties in the real sense, and he knew he had to get through them himself.

He walked slowly around the cornfield in circles, groping alone, trying to make every step he took lightly up and every step down lightly, without leaving too obvious a gap in the soft ground. and inexplicable imprints.

This kind of exercise method is unskilled but effective. It is not so much that he hides this strength by relying on intelligence and rationality, it is better to say that this body has quickly adapted to this unusual strength, and the motor instinct stored in the muscles is guiding him. How to reach your goals.

—like a person who has learned to swim, after falling into a swimming pool, can calm down quickly despite the initial panic, and let himself float on the water.

To let go of the power, to hear all the sounds and ignore them, what he needs most is not practice, but adaptation.

Don't think about anything, Carl took a deep breath, but his nose was suddenly filled with the full and sweet aroma of corn stalks, the smell of the land was mixed with the smell of stones, and there were subtle differences between stones, probably Because of the different mineral composition.

It turned out that not only vision, hearing and strength, but his body has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Carl stands in the cornfield and looks up at the sky. He always does this when he feels lost. Maybe in his subconscious, the sky is closer to him than his parents or the housekeeper.

The sky felt strangely familiar and warm to him, and that feeling was very, very private.

At this time, after possessing a vision far superior to that of ordinary humans, Karl suddenly understood: it was not the sky that made him feel kind and comfortable, but the farther places beyond the sky, and the universe that made him feel kind and comfortable.

However, he did not continue to think about it.

After all, he is only 13 years old. Before the appearance of this power far beyond the limit of human beings, the education he received was only basic education. Let him ask himself the height of "who am I and where do I come from".

But Karl has realized that he is special, and he has realized from the details of life and the words of his tutors that he is not suitable for him to be trapped on such a small farm in such a remote area.

In the past, he only thought it was to let him concentrate on his studies and not be confused by the colorful world outside. At this moment, his mind was unprecedentedly chaotic, but instead he was unprecedentedly sober. He unconsciously used the ability he had just acquired to listen to the vast world. The voices of his parents amid waves of white noise.

He heard them murmuring: "Carl, my dear Karl, go home, go home and ask Alexander, and he will explain everything to you. Carl, my dear Karl, go home, Go home and ask Alexander, and he will explain everything to you. Karl, my dear Karl..."

These two different voices overlapped together, uttering the same sentence at the same frequency and at the same height, chattering and full of patience, as if they could repeat forever even if they didn't get a response.

Karl's restless and surprised heart was calmed down, but more disturbed and surprised resurfaced. He didn't know why his parents knew what happened to him so far apart, and he didn't know why they not only knew what happened to him. What, didn't seem surprised at all, as if it was something that was destined to happen.

Although he was full of doubts in his heart, Karl was completely calmed down under the comfort of his parents.

He walked out of the cornfield, but before he reached the trail opened for walking, a mischievous idea suddenly popped up in his mind, and he put this mischievous idea into practice.

He turned and rushed into the cornfield, running as fast as he could, leaving behind him all the corn stalks that he overwhelmed. They collapsed and formed a curved, river-like symbol. At the end, Carl Feet off the ground, floating in the air.

He crossed his arms and looked at the symbols in the cornfield. He only looked at the symbols for a short period of time, too short for human eyes and human technology to capture him, but this time was enough for him. Carl showed a small With a small smug smile, he turned his head and flew back home.

The most loyal housekeeper, Alexander, was waiting at the door. When he saw Karl fly back, he was as calm as if Karl walked up to him in a proper manner.

"You're back, master." He said in a standard English tone, "Is today's dessert the same?"

"Where are my teachers?" Carl asked without answering.

"It's all dismissed, and you are the only one on the farm now, master. It's time for you to get in touch with your father, my maker, and the lessons arranged for you in advance."

Carl looked at Alexander, just looked at him.

"Your...maker?" he said slowly.