Chapter 96 Chapter 96 [VIP]
They agreed to fly a kite, but in reality Richard released the kite into the air and then handed the reel to Megan.
His expression was hidden under his beard, and he always looked very calm, but he was tall and strong. Even in his training clothes, his thick arms and ankles were exposed when he raised his hands and feet. It was a physique forged through countless trials and tribulations, and the kung fu he had learned over the years had made him proficient in many things.
So when the wind picked up, Richard stood still, weighing the light kite in his hands, and sent the kite into the air the moment the strong wind hit.
The kite flew higher and higher, pulled by the string. It was in the shape and pattern of a small fish, so the kite became a small fish, wandering in the invisible wind. It was like a plastic fish, except that one was in the water and the other in the wind.
But Megan felt that they were very similar for some reason.
When the reel was in her hand, Megan had never flown a kite and had no experience at all. It seemed so easy to Richard, but when it was her turn to hold the reel, she reached out and touched it, and her hand and arm were pulled, and her eyes suddenly widened.
"Richard!" She uttered a sharp voice, almost letting go. A young child's face could only show limited emotions, but body movements were always the most honest expression. She shrugged her shoulders and leaned her upper body back.
The child held the reel as if the thing had bitten her, looking panicked. Richard reached out and grabbed the other half of the reel to prevent it from falling out of Megan's hand and being pulled away by the kite. He lowered his head and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, Megan, this is how it works."
Just like Megan playing hide and seek by herself, he didn't know that yesterday when Megan and the clown were on their way back, she used her head to butt people as a "mischief", but this was an improvement.
Children are naturally curious about the outside world. The younger they are, the less they know about the outside world. It is common for them to misbehave and do unreasonable things. Young children cannot recognize danger and right from wrong, and either hurt themselves or scratch and kick others at will.
Generally, children will develop basic cognition about the world, interpersonal relationships, ethics, etc. in the family, and then receive preschool education to consolidate, correct and continue to learn more knowledge. The whole process is to conduct socialization training for them.
In addition to these methods, when playing group games, children must abide by a unified set of rules, which means that they will understand and adapt to the rules and also help them socialize.
Megan's development was slow, but she finally reached this long-overdue step.
Richard saw in the mental evaluation report that she was not what she is now three years ago. At that time, her illness was serious, and she was almost completely closed off from herself. She rarely responded to the outside world and even had self-destructive tendencies.
Three years ago, she was a lonely and dim star immersed in the Milky Way, but three years later, she is bright and active, trying to emit her own light.
Many things were going through his mind as Richard looked at Megan. His tone was calm, and like magic, Megan's nervous mood gradually relaxed.
But Megan held on tight. She held the reel with both hands and took it intact from Richard. She was no longer panicked, but remained silent.
She had a few small emotions, but not many. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew them away. She looked up at the kite flying in the sky, feeling the tearing sensation in her hands. She kept pulling the reel tightly, but Richard was beside her, teaching her, "Pull this line, you can control it."
Maybe this is something that requires courage. Megan had many things in the past, such as the gifts given to her by the people in Arkham, as well as her toys and dolls. They were all hers, but now...
Richard was teaching her to take control of what she had.
Megan was slow to move, and the blond man standing beside her in a protective posture did not urge her, but waited patiently. He only said, "You can do it, Megan."
"It's yours, it's your toy, and after today, you'll have more."
"They are all waiting for your command..."
The kite is in the wind, and Megan is also in the wind; the kite is in her hands, and she is also in her own hands, and she should have complete control over it; the kite is swaying in the air, and Megan's consciousness is constantly changing.
The loose hair on her temples was blown and brushed against her cheeks, bringing a slightly itchy touch. Megan tried hard to hold the reel with one hand and pull the line with the other hand, while Richard's words continued in her ear.
"Just like your emotions, just like your limbs, just like your heart. Megan, you have to listen to the voice of your soul. You command it, and it commands your body."
Richard believes that human consciousness and soul are completely different but closely related. Consciousness may be unclear and ignorant, but the soul is always real. When a person's consciousness tries to go against the soul, it will produce incomparable pain. Even if the body is controlled, the pain will not disappear.
The sound of the wind lingered in her ears, and Megan could even hear her own gentle breathing. She seemed to melt into the wind, and suddenly her hands that were pulling the kite string loosened, and the tearing sensation in her hands became stronger, but she looked up at the kite she was controlling flying high, it was shaky but never fell.
Megan was stunned.
Richard was not surprised by her change and said gently, "That's all you can do."
Everyone has their own power, which may come from the body, ideals or beliefs, and Richard is helping Megan find and master her power.
Even if a young child does not have the physical strength to protect herself, as she grows further, there will be other forces to protect her mind from harm, which is also a kind of "gain".
He looked relieved, and Megan, who was being stared at by him, became obsessed with her new toy after making a decision. In addition to letting out the string, she also learned how to reel it in without any instruction. When she wanted to try to stretch the kite string to see how high it could fly, Richard stopped her.
"If you let out too much string, the kite string will break."
Megan tilted her head, wondering if a broken kite string was bad, and asked bluntly, "Where is it going?"
Rather than the problem of the kite being damaged and causing harm, Megan is more concerned about where the kite will fly after the string breaks and it is no longer being pulled.
Richard thought seriously for a moment, and a smile seemed to appear under his beard. "You're right. From the moment a kite is made, it has the mission of flying. Even if the string breaks... it just returns to the wind."
He didn't say where the kite ended up. It could have been hung on a tree, tangled in wires or billboards, landed in a park, or even submerged in a lake or the sea.
But what does it matter?
The kite's destination is the wind.
If we calculate her mental age, Megan is much younger than her current physical age. She is still an extremely innocent and childish child. She should have some beautiful fantasies and her imagination should not be curbed. As she grows older, she will gradually realize the truth of the world over the years.
Megan's doubts were answered, and she nodded, but she let go of the kite string without hesitation. The reel in her hand spun, and the line that had been wrapped around it was untied. The kite flew high with it, and when the reel was about to slip out of her hand, Richard took it from her.
But it was of no avail. The line soon broke, and the out-of-control kite was swayed and rolled by the wind. It retreated in a very embarrassing manner, and even a corner of its frame was broken.
Megan watched it disappear from her sight and said slowly, "Richard, it's broken."
But they didn't go any further on the topic. The kite was blown away, and now there were only the two of them on the empty rooftop. Megan went about playing by herself, not even looking at the only remaining reel in Richard's hand. She reached the edge of the roof and tried to climb the railing.
She likes high perspectives and is used to doing dangerous things, but does she really not know that such actions are dangerous?
Richard did not ignore any of her behaviors. Maybe they were just small things, but they could reveal her true state.
Megan couldn't climb up the railing. She tried for a long time but to no avail. Finally, she sat down across the railing, dangling her calves from the gap between the railings, while staring down and gradually resting her head on the railing.
Outside the game, she is not very active and likes to do some 'meaningless' things. Even her gaze does not have any meaning. But what causes her to behave like this?
Richard had already guessed this.
On their third day together, because they had agreed to have an outdoor class, they walked out of the club and Richard took her to a tall water tower.
This water tower has long been abandoned. The internal stairs are rotten and loose, the bricks and tiles on the wall have holes, some structures are crumbling, and there are many insects crawling around, making it difficult to reach the top.
Richard carried Megan up the stairs, opened a door, and they stood on the platform outside the water tower.
This height is not as high as a building of ten or twenty stories, but it is definitely dangerous. The railings on the outer circle have been weathered and corroded, and even the stone bricks under your feet have holes in them. If you look down, you can see weeds and debris at the bottom of the water tower.
Megan was put down on the ground. In this dangerous situation, she was not panicked or afraid at all. She was still looking around curiously and fearlessly. In front of her was the edge of the empty platform with a broken fence, but she hesitated and wanted to move forward.
When she was about to move, Richard stopped her and asked earnestly, "What are you going to do?" Did she really know what she was doing?
He lowered his head and looked at Megan. The color in the child's eyes was bright and clear, full of green. But when she was in a dangerous place, it seemed as if her soul had walked out of the barrier by itself.
In the soul image she presents, she is running after death and therefore favors danger. She is free in dangerous places, but she never takes that step.
Someone must have tied Megan down. She had her own kite string, so she lived towards death.
This is the greatest miracle in the world.
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