The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Schiller was standing next to a hospital bed lying on a patient without arms, who was still in a coma. Dr. Conners adjusted the equipment and said, "The drug that the military gave them is not Imperfect, that probably hurt their nervous system."

He sighed and said, "It's not certain whether I can wake up."

"Is he your former comrade in arms?"

"No, I haven't seen him on the battlefield, but he is also my comrade in arms. We all went to the battlefield with the same belief."

Stark stood silently on the other side of the hospital bed. He was very sensitive to other people's emotions, but he always felt that Connors was calm, as calm as the sea before a storm.

Stark thought, if it was him, would he take revenge on those who brought him such pain and anger by all means?

Stark never thought that one day he would stand in the position of his opponents and think for them.

This angle brought him a lot of shock, because he found that the so-called bad guys he once thought, if they were themselves, they would not be able to do better than them.

This is something Stark never expected. He always felt that he was omnipotent, but now he found that his arrogance may be based on the vacuum environment created by others for him.

During this period of time, he had experienced firsthand the difficulty of dealing with everything by himself without Pepper's care and Obadiah's shelter.

On the one hand, he had to learn to take care of himself with difficulty, and on the other hand, he had to work hard to deal with various forces. Those treacherous methods that he once hated so much, he had to learn if he didn't want to, and he had to use it even if he didn't want to.

It wasn't until this moment that Stark realized that perhaps he had been living in the cradle before. He had lived for so many years, and it might only be recently that he had just stepped out of his infancy and faced the real world as a toddler.

Schiller asked: "What are you going to do? Although Robert is dead, the Tartu officers have not all disappeared. They have always believed in their theory of super soldiers, and once they find out that the information of the Extremis Project has been leaked, They will definitely do everything they can to kill them all."

"After all, once the information you have is exposed, the prestige of the entire military system will be shaken. Even if you are not a Tartu officer, you will not allow this to happen."

"I've been ready for a long time," Connors said. "I've been ready to be dumb."

"What do you think I will do? Avoid the military and try to publish this information?" Connors shook his head and said, "I knew it was useless."

"Those people always have a way to make ordinary people believe what they should believe, and erase everything that ordinary people should not believe. Even if I have a way to convince some people that it is true, people are forgetful."

"Just like what we have encountered before, when we went to the battlefield, everyone applauded us and called us heroes, but when we came back, the indifference and discrimination we suffered would not be because of the glory of the past. And get better."

"We just disappeared in this society for a short time, and they forgot us. Forgetting is a terrible thing. It can turn white into black, and it can also erase all the deep sins of the past."

"I will keep waiting. I have waited for a long time, and I am not afraid to wait longer."

"I'm going to wait until they have no way to erase my name from history, and then I will expose all this."

Connors' tone was very calm, but everyone could feel a kind of power from his tone, which may be the precipitation of anger, but also the condensation of revenge flames.

In the middle of the night, just as Schiller was about to go to bed, he received a call from Stark. Stark said, "I'm going to make an appointment for two hours of psychotherapy now."

"Do you want me to scold you again?"

"I mean it, I'll pay for it."

"Last time, you also have to pay the consultation fee."

Stark was a little speechless. He stomped his feet and said, "I'm on the roof of your house right now. If you don't come up, I'll ask Jarvis to activate emergency wake-up measures."

After a while, Schiller stood on the edge of the roof, and Stark stood with him wearing a mecha. Schiller asked: "Has anyone told you that whenever you don't sleep and run out in a mecha in the middle of the night?" Sometimes, it's like writing a big line on your face - 'I'm a lost dog that no one wants'?"

"I repeat, I paid for psychotherapy, not to be scolded."

"Then I'll say it again. Others won't be scolded because they won't ask a psychiatrist to give them two hours of psychotherapy at two o'clock in the morning."

"I'll pay you overtime, as much as you want."

"It seems that you can only use this mecha and the fact that you have money to cover up your insecure state."

Stark was silent.

"Every time you come to see me wearing a mecha, you seem to be telling me that your current situation is difficult and you need to pay more."

"No wonder you raise the price every time."

Stark hesitated for a moment, but he still opened the visor. He said: "Do you think you think I should do something? I mean... Even the things about Connors, I don't like the military doing it." As a righteous hero, should I teach those inhuman demons a lesson?"

"If you want to help Connors, just say so."

"I didn't want to help him, why would I want to help the big lizard that made a mess of my mansion?"

"I just want to do justice, I think anyone who looks at that plan will want to do it?"

"You can admit that these actions of Connors have brought you quite a shock. You have never thought that a person intends to continue to wait in this darkness, to continue to wait for the light that you don't know if it will come day."

"You find that his way of delivering justice seems to be different from yours. In this world, it's not about putting on an iron suit and beating up criminals in a big way, which is called delivering justice."

"You really can't bear it."

"Okay, I admit..." Stark sighed slightly, closed his eyes, and said, "I can't imagine what kind of belief he is holding to keep developing those potions. He is alone. Don’t you feel hopeless when you’re in the lab? Don’t you feel helpless?”

"When I'm facing those pressures, even if I have a genius brain, even if I have the entire Stark Group and the most money in the world, I feel a little... It's really hard, no one is with you , fighting alone, I don’t know when it will be the head.”

Stark's Adam's apple moved, and he said: "It will take at least a few years from when Connors learned of this plan to when he developed the lizard serum? Has he always lived like this? Has he always lived here? Haven't gone mad in this environment?"

Stark has experienced this kind of despair. Obadiah was unconscious, Pepper was busy trying to turn the tide, and Stark spent those days and nights alone in the laboratory, loneliness was like water pouring out of the abyss. In the Kuroshio, Stark can only rely on the anesthesia of alcohol to stop thinking about when his lonely boat will be able to float ashore.

But he knew that Dr. Connors had been drifting like this for several years. Compared with Stark, Dr. Connors didn't even have a boat, and he was holding a plank that was about to rot in the storm. I have been wandering for countless days and nights, knowing that this sea may have no shore, but I still refuse to give up.

Just because Stark has experienced it, he knows how difficult that kind of loneliness is, and he also realizes that no amount of wisdom can brew an antidote for this kind of suffering, and he has no sense of superiority to despise being in this place. A person who is struggling in adversity.

"I think you always claim to be Peter's elder. In terms of age, you are, but maybe in some respects you are not."

"What does this mean? I am his elder. I was the one who invited parents to his school two days ago."

"I mean, maybe in some respects, you also have to learn from him."

"Learn from him? That silly boy?" Star curled his lips and said, "What can I learn? Like him beating up a stinky bastard and still trembling? If it were me, Stark's father would definitely let that trash I know it's great..."

"I say Peter because you don't want to hear another name."

Stark opened his mouth and said, "I'd better ask Peter, you don't have to give another suggestion, or I will withhold the money."

After finishing speaking, he closed the mask of the battle armor with a click, and then flew away directly. Schiller shook his head.

He thinks that the growth process of these superheroes is like a rich picture scroll slowly unfolding before his eyes.

When he personally participated in this process, he discovered that these people are indeed superheroes, but they are also ordinary people, whether Peter, Stark, Spiderman or Iron Man.

Their transformation cannot be shown in one or two shots or a few lines in the comics. Their growing pains are like a mess, and they can't be sorted out and can't be explained.

Their mood ups and downs, emotional changes, every wavering, every firmness, are full of complex and bizarre thoughts, just like the subtle changes brought to them by the brains of every ordinary person, there are too many to count.

This also made Schiller understand that the touching stories, heroic sacrifices and firm beliefs he had seen in movies and comics were not born like this.

These superheroes are like a piece of steel that has been tempered thousands of times. Schiller can see the process of their being forged. Refilling the fuel that the soul uses to keep it alive can bring him more stimulation than a mediocre life.

Until one day, the hearts of the heroes turned into gleaming gold, and these trials and tribulations were written into legendary stories.

If people who read these stories see the glorious and great side of the heroes, then Schiller, a reader who is deeply involved in the stories, is more willing to write down the growing pains of these tiny and trivial heroes.

It records their laughter, cursing, joys and sorrows as ordinary people, until one day, after those sung stories are forgotten, there are still traces of heroes who are not heroes in this world.

There is an answer that greatness is born out of the ordinary and will eventually return to the ordinary.