Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

Together with the bright red streak, Cynthia's soul landed on the terrace of the Gotham Hotel again.

The beautiful border line has already crossed Gotham, and now the sky has completely turned white, and the mist is shrouded in tall buildings, but it still looks like there is not enough sunlight.

"Thank you very much, Clark."

Cynthia turned back and said to Superman standing on the edge of the terrace.

"It's so shocking, I've never seen such a view. If I'm interested in the future, I know where I should go to stay."

Superman stood with his hips akimbo, looking in a good mood.

"I'm also very happy—someone has the ability to share this kind of scenery with me, but it's not something you can meet every day." He said with a smile, "Are you in a better mood now?"

Cynthia showed him a gentle smile: "It's much better, thank you."

After a pause, he said jokingly, "I can't believe it was you who came to comfort me. You are obviously one of the victims of his bad temper."

For some reason, Superman's visibly excited mood suddenly calmed down.He turned his eyes away, touched his neck, and pulled a small smile that couldn't feel emotion.

"It's nothing." He whispered, "I just don't want to see you sad all the time."

Cynthia froze for a moment, then slowly opened her eyes wide suddenly, even her breathing stopped for a while.

She stared at Superman, frowning slightly.

"Clark."

She called out in a low voice, curling up her fingers nervously and worriedly, trying to say something: "You..."

Superman looked up at her: "...what?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Cynthia met his extremely clear and divine eyes, and almost immediately regretted it: "I'm sorry, maybe I thought too much. Sorry, I didn't want to say anything, just now..."

"Wait a minute."

Superman cut her off suddenly.

"If..." He shook his hands involuntarily, "If I say... what you thought just now, maybe it's right?"

Cynthia looked at him blankly.

Superman closed his eyes.

"Cynthia, I..." he said with difficulty, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you. I just...you helped me too much before, and I want to..."

"Clark..." Cynthia took a step towards him worriedly, "Are you okay?"

Superman shook his head at her.

"I'm fine. I..."

As he said that, he laughed himself first.

"I got to know you too late. When we first met, you came to Kansas to find me in the middle of the night. At that time, I was not a superman, I was ignorant, and the bond between you and him was already too deep."

He sighed in frustration, regained his energy quickly, and said relaxedly: "Actually, I don't have a very... You know, I have a particularly deep feeling. It seems that the connection between you has never been broken. , I can’t even think of any cross-border thoughts.”

"I just..." He paused, "You are so kind, Cynthia. Everyone likes you very much, and I'm just one of them."

Cynthia laughed dumbfounded.

"Thank you." She said teasingly, "I hope everyone doesn't like me because of the passive attribute of my ability."

"Of course not." Superman looked at her seriously, "The important thing is not how you make us feel, but what you actually do."

Facing his perfect and serious face, Cynthia couldn't say any more joking words.

Seeing her stunned, Superman smiled, looked back at the sky that had completely brightened, and said softly: "Okay, Cynthia. It's a new day, go back to your body."

Cynthia looked at him with complicated expressions, and after a while, she said abruptly: "If you think it's okay... please be sure to sit in the counseling room again."

Superman was taken aback, then raised the corner of his mouth slightly and involuntarily.

"Of course," he said, "I will. We're still friends—always will be."

Only then was Cynthia relieved, nodded to him, turned around without hesitation, and lay down in her body with a silvery flash.

When she regained consciousness, it took a few seconds for her body to recover.In the past few seconds, there was only Cynthia with long platinum hair and closed eyes sleeping soundly in the entire suite.

Superman walked into the house from the balcony, came to the bed, bent down, looked at Cynthia's long and dense eyelashes, and smiled wistfully.

He stretched out his arm, the broad hand that could only lift an island, as if picking dew from the petals, and touched the eyelashes like butterfly wings with extreme care.

The moment his fingertips were scratched by them, he quickly retracted.

— as if saying goodbye.

Five or six seconds later, Cynthia slowly opened her eyes.

The suite in front of him was luxurious and empty, without any trace of living things.On the side, the glass door of the terrace is tightly closed, as if no one has ever been there.

The Christmas holidays are over.Cynthia reverted to her formerly busy lifestyle.

During the day, she tours everywhere, and in her free time, she participates in various programs, speeches, and talk shows to promote the benefits of superheroes to human life and survival; The mood of the heroes, so that the pressure on their shoulders will not be so heavy.

In this way, several months passed slowly.

In the past few months, whenever Batman was on duty in the watchtower and met Cynthia, he would show a hesitant, silent and patient expression, and then lowered his eyes when she looked over.

Cynthia didn't know what he was thinking, and she didn't want to guess.Their relationship started hazyly at the beginning, experienced an abrupt end, restarted, and encountered a bottleneck. Until now, it seems that something very important is still missing.

oath, or promise.No matter what it is called, it is something that gives people the courage to move forward.

A real commitment to their relationship, a pledge of trust that neither of them wanted to talk about, and one she asked for but couldn't get.

She was sorry and a little tired.She didn't know what to do with the relationship, if one of them couldn't make his first move anyway.

At the beginning of the new year, she has a lot of work to do, and she simply immerses herself in the boundless busyness, which is a kind of escape and a kind of precipitation.

But on this day, she received a paper letter from Wayne Manor.

That's right, paper letters.Old and old-fashioned, with the Wayne Manor logo on it, not even Batman should send her that kind of letter.

Before opening it, Cynthia had some guesswork in her mind about who had sent her the letter.

Pulling out the letter paper with a gold border, rows of exquisite, neat, and pleasing fonts jumped out on it.

"Dear 'Moon Goddess' Miss Cynthia:

Hello.

I don't know if you still have the honor to remember me, or let me introduce myself first.I am Alfred Pennyworth, butler of Wayne Manor.

Please forgive the presumptuousness of an old man for sending you this letter abruptly.It’s just that everything has been restored recently, and the rose field in the manor has bloomed again. I remember that you expressed to me your curiosity about them and your desire to look forward to the picture of them blooming to me the year before last.

Last month, the master ordered a large batch of Godiva's black truffle chocolates from Belgium, and now they have been placed in the food warehouse of the manor. I am very happy to remember that your favorite dessert is a special brownie, And it just so happens to be made with these Godiva black truffles (surprisingly and unexpectedly, you have exactly the same taste as the master).It is not modest to say that after the past two years, my dessert making skills have improved a lot—at least the master can eat two plates of cookies without hesitation in the busy night.

In addition, the decoration of the manor is quite different from before, including buildings, gardens, and our small, private underground cave.Because the master has become increasingly absent-minded recently, all these changes are handled and completed by me alone.

If you're free next weekend, could you please accommodate an old man's hobbies and wishes so I can show you all the changes and do a great review of my well-made brownies so I can All the hard work and energy invested will not be in vain.

If you can take the time, I can assure you that it will be a wonderful visit.

Sincerely look forward to your arrival.

Sincerely, a.p.From Wayne Manor. "

Cynthia closed the letter paper.

She let out a long, long breath.

When the last trace of air in the alveoli was squeezed out, she shook her head again and laughed a few times uncontrollably.

She thought of the afternoon on the airship that was supported by chatting with Alderfred, and the quiet night at Wayne Manor, a field of roses that had not yet bloomed, the underground cave, and the inability to eat elsewhere. Arrived, insanely delicious brownies.

These are very long memories, almost all of which happened in what she considers her "previous life". Now, they are extradited by a few words written by an old man's pen, but they can still give her a long-lasting joyful mood.

"Alfred."

Cynthia muttered helplessly and funnyly, hesitated for a while, and finally found an envelope and a piece of letter paper from the cabinet under the table, picked up the pen, and bowed her head to write.

"Dear Alfred:

Hello.

Probably only the most forgetful person in the world can forget your gentleman and thoughtfulness, as well as your good cooking skills that make people linger.

Your letters brought back fond memories and I am delighted to have had the opportunity to spend the weekend with you and have the privilege of admiring your work and ideas.

Of course, I take the liberty to ask you to send a more concealed car from the manor's cave at that time. I may not have the super power to escape the eyes and ears of the media and enter Wayne Manor.

Your joy and anticipation, thia. "