The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 1585 Fishing Day (5)

"You always say I'm changing the subject, but I actually explained every word."

"Then please forgive our stupidity and unprofessionalism for not digging up your answer buried a thousand feet below the words."

Schiller laughed deeply, and Natasha turned her head and stared at Schiller in some surprise, as if she saw a kind of vitality from him that was completely different from the past.

"Where did we get? Family comes from responsibility, responsibility comes from love, and where love comes from is not clear, maybe it's hormones, at least sex comes from that."

"But you also mentioned that people with autism don't have such disabilities," Nick pointed out.

"Yes, but we also discussed that if there are other sensory symptoms connected to this, this matter will become very dangerous, especially for the recipient."

Natasha raised an eyebrow on one side, pressed the index finger of the hand with the elbow resting on the sofa on the corner of her jaw, and said with great interest: "You mean you will associate violence with sex huh, doctor?"

"And we talked about what the serious consequences of violence are." Schiller seemed to be discussing objective facts that had nothing to do with him.

"Extreme violence brings death, and you associate sex with death? In what way?"

After Natasha asked this question, Schiller seemed a little sleepy. He straightened his upper body from the sofa, put the empty teacup on the coffee table, yawned and said, "I'm a little tired. , go upstairs to rest first."

After finishing speaking, he stood up and walked upstairs without waiting for the others to make a statement. Natasha, who felt that the conversation was going well, was obviously not willing to give up. She opened her mouth a little anxiously, but felt that if Xi Jinping Le didn't want to say it, and it was useless for her to ask.

"Good start, right?" Natasha shook her head helplessly, watched Schiller's figure disappear upstairs, and looked at Nick and said, "At least we know that Schiller doesn't choose to have a fixed or temporary partner, and does not form a family, perhaps because some of his actions will bring harm to the other party."

"Whether this is really the case, we can only continue to observe." Nick also stood up, patted the fireplace ash that fell on his knees, and walked upstairs while saying: "I always think it's not that simple, but It’s always a good thing he’s willing to talk.”

Soon, the next group of people dispersed in twos and threes. The humidity and darkness in the hut by the lake allowed this group of people who often lived in the city to sleep well.

The next morning, Schiller was awakened by the cool wind, which blew a corner of the curtain onto his face, and there was some cold moisture on it. Schiller woke up almost instantly. Sitting up on the bed, after getting dressed, she went downstairs and saw Natasha fiddling with the coffee pot in the kitchen.

"You're awake. Nick and Steve are going to check the situation of the ice. If there is no accident, we will leave on time at six o'clock. Although this place is relatively remote and no one will compete with us, it's better to go early."

Schiller sat in front of the kitchen island and yawned lightly, still looking a little sleepy. Natasha, who finished processing the coffee powder, turned her head and was stunned for a moment, then looked Schiller from head to toe.

The female agent didn't say anything, but turned back. At this moment, Steve and Nick walked into the room. They were covered with a biting cold. Steve took off his thick coat and shook his head vigorously. After a while, he stomped his feet on the threshold again before walking in.

Seeing Schiller waiting for coffee, Steve laughed and asked in surprise, "Doctor, why didn't you wear glasses today?"

Schiller didn't seem to be quite sober, he got off the high chair without saying a word, turned and walked towards the second floor and said, "I forgot, I'll go upstairs to get it."

Steve shook his head in confusion, and sat on another high chair, but Nick and Natasha exchanged glances for a moment. Steve didn't know what charades they were playing, so he asked, "What's the matter?" ?”

"No, nothing." Nick shook his head.

"It's just the first time I can see Schiller's eyes so clearly." Natasha shrugged and said, "The glasses he wore before were too obstructive."

Steve followed their words and looked at Schiller who had put on his glasses again and came out, but he didn't see any difference, so he had to take the coffee from Natasha and talk about ice fishing.

"The thickness of the ice is quite suitable. We met the ranger here at the edge of the woodland. He broke the ice with an awl and immediately a trout jumped out. They have been under the ice for a long time. .”

"There will be boating activities in the lake in summer." Nick followed up and added: "Although feeding is prohibited, there are still tourists who drop food scraps into the lake, so the fish here grow well, even though that A young trout, but quite strong."

"So powerful that I slapped you?" Natasha asked with a smile.

"Don't talk nonsense, I didn't slap me, and I was stopped by Steve quickly." Nick touched Steve with the coffee cup in his hand, made a "tsk" sound, and then said: " Why didn't you bring Tony? Otherwise he'd know what it's like to be slapped by a trout."

Schiller sat down on the edge of the island and drank the boiling coffee slowly. It wasn't until a whole cup of hot espresso came into his stomach that he finally seemed to come alive. He coughed twice and asked: "Today What's your schedule?"

"We'll be fishing all day on the lake, that's all."

"Is there really no need to separate a person to prepare other food?" Schiller sighed, looking like he had no hope for the harvest.

Steve and Nick immediately raised their voices, repeating that they caught enough fish for a full fish feast, and Natasha shook her head like she had had enough of them.

Eric and Charles came in through the back door of the hut, Eric took off his thick gloves, and Charles said: "We have prepared enough wood, it will be fine for tonight, when will we go fishing? "

"Now, come on, we've got to walk a mile and a half."

After that, a group of people dressed neatly and took fishing gear, folding stools, food fire starters, bait and other fishing equipment necessary for fishing. In addition, Steve also carried ice-breaking equipment on his back.

On the way to the designated place, a mist formed on the ice surface, making it even more deserted and lonely. Fortunately, the mountains in the distance were quite elegant. They chatted for a while on the way, but most of them were talking about fishing skills.

"Ice fishing will be more fulfilling and rewarding than conventional fishing, but that's not because you're a good fisherman, it's just that fish are particularly vulnerable in this season, and the more remote and colder it is, the more so." Ivan said.

"In Russia, especially near my house, people there are not as leisurely and elegant as you. We fish in winter to fill our stomachs. At that time, our family had five fishing rods, and we would break them apart at a certain distance. Five holes, just set up the fishing rod, and within two or three days, we can catch enough fish for us to eat for a whole winter."

"Once upon a time, I ran for my life in the forest." Natasha followed suit and said, "Across the layers of bushes, I saw an open ice field appearing in my field of vision. I found a stone and smashed the ice. A big hole and a hapless barracuda jumped out and it gave me a good meal and not much bleeding."

"Why are your memories in Russia always so difficult?" Nick turned back and asked rather puzzled: "The sky is full of wind and snow, endless ice fields, people who are cold and hungry, God, there is no point." A warm memory?"

"Of course, didn't I say that, we ate fish all winter, and every meal was very warm." Ivan said naturally.

"I survived on that fish, isn't it warm enough?" Natasha also took it for granted.

"Every full meal you can find in a bitterly cold place is the most precious thing in the world." Eric said a very long and complex rhetorical sentence, which caused Charles to look at him again.

"Well, Yankees are pampered and don't know what's good." Nick laughed at himself.

During the chat, they finally came to the open area chosen by Nick and Steve. It was surrounded by mountains on three sides, and it was a small lake formed by a tributary of the big lake next to it. Here, the fog dissipated.

They first laid out the tools, set up the stools and tables, put up windshield enclosures, set up a cluster of flames with empty oil barrels, and then began to look for a place to dig ice.

Ivan led them with a long ice pick, chisel and shovel in one hand, a roll of waste newspaper under his arm, and a wooden stick in the other.

Steve and Nick stood with their hips akimbo and watched Ivan observe the thickness of the ice layer. Natasha swung her arms and strode over, squatting next to the spot Ivan had chosen.

Ivan reached out and stomped the ground in front of him, indicating that it was here, and then asked the others to step back, first reached out and knocked a smaller ice pick in, then shook it left and right, and drilled an ice pick on the thicker ice layer. tapered.

Immediately afterwards, the big ice cone was knocked in, some water was poured on the ground, and the waste newspaper was spread on it. Soon the supercooled water firmly fixed the waste newspaper on the ice surface. Ivan stepped on it to prevent slipping, and then Start hitting the ice pick hard.

Breaking the ice sounds simple, but it actually requires certain skills, because it is not possible to fish just by drilling a hole in the ice. The location and shape of the ice hole are very particular.

Ivan worked for a long time, and Steve also went up to help. Four or five people worked hard for more than ten minutes to finish one ice cave, and then they began to measure the distance, direction, and even the wind direction to dig a second one.

After opening several ice holes in a row, Natasha said: "I think it's almost done. We can go in groups of two or three, first catch as many fish as possible to solve the problem of eating, and then we can get together and talk soon. .”

This proposal has been approved by everyone. Now they are very enthusiastic about ice fishing and pay more attention to the harvest, so of course they mainly focus on fishing. Later, when they get tired from fishing or need to keep warm, they can gather and chat again , to achieve social goals.

Schiller wanted to go with Steve and Nick, but Natasha waved her hand and came to him and said, "There's nothing to talk about when Russians stay together. Let's go in two groups."

Schiller nodded indifferently, then turned to look at Natasha who was packing the fishing gear, and said, "How is your fishing technique?"

"Barely enough to feed the two of us."

"Then it's all about you."

"Are you bad at fishing?"

"It's good for fish."