Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

"The dean said you were gone."

"I'm different from them. I know what it means to be 'gone'. At that time, you came to see me in the orphanage and told me that your parents were 'gone'."

"But I don't believe it, I went to you."

"I have been to the ruins of the Moonlight Theater. There is only charred black charcoal. I have no choice but to bring back a handful of ashes from there."

"Later, I went to your cemetery to look for you again. In your cemetery, there was a statue erected high, and all kinds of flowers were placed under it. I was empty-handed, so I felt a little embarrassed, but I didn't want to go to the side Buy flowers for you from my shop."

"I went to ask Grandma Sally, who was cleaning in the orphanage. She also worked in the flower farm and planted a garden full of roses. I asked her for a handful of seeds and planted them in the ashes I brought back. Grandma Sally said , as long as this seed grows into a mature rose, something good will happen."

"The flowers are blooming, so I don't have to go secretly to see you in the cemetery anymore."

"It turns out that she really didn't lie to me."

Cynthia took the extremely blooming roses, put them in the bag cherishingly, then knelt down, and hugged the slender, grown-up boy with black hair and blue eyes into her arms.

"I miss you too, Dick." She said in a low voice with her eyes tightly closed.

On the side, Bruce watched this scene blankly - the woman with platinum hair held the boy with black hair and blue eyes in her arms, leaning on each other.The evening sun slanted in through the windows, covering them with a checkered veil.

This scene is so beautiful, it's as if... yesterday happened again.

After a long silence, he called softly: "...Mr. Wald."

"Mr. Wayne." The old dean replied, nodding to him.

"Who is this little boy?" Bruce asked hoarsely.

"You mean Richard Grayson?" The dean turned to look at the two over there, "Mr. Little Grayson used to be a member of the 'Flying Grayson Family', for some very complicated reasons, His parents had an accident when he was eight years old, and he watched them die in front of him, and then he was sent to this orphanage."

Hearing this, Bruce's breath paused.

As if the old dean didn't realize it, he continued: "Mr. Grayson Jr. has always hit it off with Ms. Cynthia, and Ms. Cynthia once expressed to me that she wanted to adopt him, but...she couldn't wait for that day. "

Bruce couldn't help turning his head to look at the old dean.

Mr. Dean leaned on a cane and looked very old, only his eyes were still bright.He looked at Bruce, smiled, then looked away, and said, "This should be a pity in their hearts."

On the side, Barry ran around with a few children, Hal performed magic tricks (magic?) for them, Cyborg played video games with the boys, Clark taught the girls to weave weeds, and Diana could attract a lot of people just by standing there. Lots of kids.

Dick was still a teenager after all, and after talking to Cynthia for a while, he noticed what the partners were doing over there, and quickly looked straight at him.

Cynthia had no choice but to let him play dumbfounded.

She half knelt on the ground, looked up at the happy figures of the children over there, and couldn't help showing a smile.

A hand reached out to her eyes.

Cynthia turned her head.Bruce was half crouching, his fingers spread out, his blue eyes watching her silently.

Cynthia smiled, put her hand on it, and stood up with strength.

"You like that child very much?" Bruce asked softly, helping her smooth the wrinkles on her shoulders.

"Dick?" Cynthia looked up at him. "Yeah, he's cute. And he's just like you, Bruce."

Bruce was a little surprised.

"Like me?" he asked. "I'm not going to laugh like him."

After a pause, he added: "Even if I was a child, I couldn't."

Cynthia couldn't help laughing.

"True," she nodded, "but what about your time as 'Brucie'?"

Bruce was taken aback, then looked at her and smiled helplessly.

"That's different."

"Just as lovely," said Cynthia.

Bruce couldn't laugh or cry, and said deliberately: "You like him so much? You like me as much as you like me?"

Cynthia couldn't help laughing: "Ah, yes. That's the feeling, Dick is often so glib."

Bruce raised his eyebrows and said "huh".

“Kids in Gotham orphanages have more or less bad experiences,” he said. “This kid’s character is still the same, and it’s not disguised—it’s really remarkable.”

"Of course." Cynthia was a little proud for some reason, "He is a magical kid."

"'boy wonder'?"

Bruce repeated it thoughtfully.

"It could be the name of a comic book or a movie."

Cynthia looked at him with great interest: "Just like 'Grey Ghost'?"

"Grey Ghost" is a show that Bruce loved to watch when he was a child. The protagonist Gray Ghost, who punishes rape and eliminates evil, is the source of inspiration for Batman Knight's costume.

On the night Cynthia stayed at Wayne Manor, Bruce pointed to the sofa and told her that when he was a child, he often stayed up late watching "Grey Ghost" and eventually fell asleep on that sofa.

Bruce froze, raising his eyes to meet hers.After a while, both of them laughed.

"If you liked him, why didn't you adopt him?" Bruce asked.

Cynthia shook her head.

"My life has not yet stabilized, and I can't give him a warm and united family without traveling around." She said, lowering her eyes, "Besides, being the adopted son of 'Moonlight Goddess' has too much exposure , I don’t have enough means and strength to protect him.”

Bruce fell silent after hearing these words.

It's getting late, adults are fine, but it's time for the children to go to bed.But the trouble is, today they saw Cynthia whom they had been thinking about, got presents, and finally played crazy with the brothers and sisters brought by Cynthia, and now, even at the end of the day, they couldn't fall asleep.

In desperation, the old dean could only come up with his last resort to coax the children - take out all the quilts, let them sleep in the hall, sleep in a circle around Cynthia, and then listen to Cynthia singing to them.

In the first few years when Cynthia sponsored the orphanage, the children were so excited, and they used this method every time so that they could sleep comfortably.

"It's not fair. You still want me to sing even though the person who supports the orphanage is right next to you."

Cynthia sat at the piano and complained jokingly.

"Who is the big head of funding the orphanage?" A little girl who spoke vaguely asked.

"It's the Wayne Group." Dick said seriously, "The person who often goes on TV with Cynthia—the person who is standing with Cynthia now—is the head of the Wayne Group."

"Oh—" the little girl suddenly realized, "but why don't I know him?"

"He never came to see us," Dick said, "but he kept giving us money, and I thought he was a nice guy."

The little girl nodded: "I also think he is a good man."

Dick: "Ah, if only Cynthia could be with Mr. Wayne, then... I'd be fine."

Little girl: "? Huh?"

On the side, Bruce and Cynthia, who could hear clearly, looked at each other.

Bruce raised an eyebrow at her, his mouth curved slightly.

Cynthia: "..."

Cynthia coughed: "...cough. What do you want to hear from me?"

The child in the bed began to yell:

"Spiderman! spidernspiderndoeswhateveraspider"

"No! It has to be Wonder Woman! I saw Cynthia in Wonder Woman! Look, oh, look, look what's this"

"I want to listen to "letitgo"!!"

Dick gets frustrated: "Why doesn't the Superman theme song have words..."

Clark next to him: "..."

Clark looked at Diana, who blinked and gave him a smug smile.

Clark: "..."

Cynthia listened to their nonsense helplessly, and sighed: "No, I sing to make you sleep, not to boost your morale."

The children laughed strangely "hee hee".

Cynthia thought about it for a while, tapped a few notes on the piano with her fingertips, and suddenly smiled: "Ah, yes, let me sing this to you——have you all slept under the covers?"

The children huddled together, only showing a pair of wide-open eyes: "Wo-in-go-la-la-"

Cynthia looked around, and the heroes, sitting among the children, were also looking up at her eagerly.

She couldn't help but smile, adjusted her breath, and put her hands on the keys.

Soft, low-pitched music poured out.

In this soothing melody, the atmosphere gradually calmed down.The children watched Cynthia play and sing intently, not even whispering, for fear of missing a note at her fingertips.

Cynthia spoke slowly, her voice was ethereal and mysterious:

"nighttisharpens, heightenseachsensation

darkness wakes and stirsigination (darkness wakes and stirs the imagination)

silentlythesensesabandontheirdefenses (silentlythesensesabandontheirdefenses)

slowly, gently, nightunfurlsitssplendor (slowly, gently, the night reveals its splendor)

grasspit, se, trelousandtender (capture it, feel it, subtle yet trembling)

turnyourfaceawayfrohegarishlightofday

turnyourthoughtsawayfrooldunfeelinglight

andlistentothesifthenight (just listen to the music of the night)"

The children's eyelids began to tremble, and their little heads were tilted. Some of them were trying not to let themselves fall asleep, and some had already fallen into a beautiful dreamland.

Cynthia looked at the little guys lying all over the ground, and the heroes whose backs were starting to slump, smiled softly, and a faint soft light radiated from their bodies.

"closeyoureyes (close your eyes)

andsurreoyourdarkestdrea (disarm your darkest nightmare)

purge yourthoughtsofthelifeyouknewbefore

closeyoureyesletyourspiritstarttosoar (close your eyes, let your spirit soar)

andyou'lllivasyou'veneverlivedbefore

softly, deftly, sicshallcaressyou (softly, deftly, music will caress you)

hear it, feel it, secretly possess you (hear it, feel it, fill you quietly)

openupyournd, letyourfantasiesunwind (let your fantasies unwind)

inthisdarkhatyouknowyouotfight (in this darkhatyouknowyouotfight)

thedarknessofthesifthenight"

The sound of the piano gradually turned lighter, and then dissipated with nostalgia.Cynthia sang the last line a cappella, and the notes gradually disappeared between her lips and teeth.

The children are all asleep, breathing smoothly, with a smile on their lips, and they can probably be immersed in good dreams tonight.

And all the grown-up heroes also feel weak all over, as if soaking in warm hot water, and now they just want to go back to bed, get into the warm quilt, and sleep in the dark.

"So, can the orphanage stay overnight?"

Yawning again and again, Hal asked sincerely.