Chapter 1609 Fishing Day (Part 2)

Chapter 1582 Fishing Day (2)

Long Island is located in the eastern part of New York State and has two boroughs. Queens and Brooklyn are both within the scope of New York City. Because of its special geographical conditions and superior location, it is known as the "Back Garden of New York".

Arkham Sanitarium is actually located in the Long Island area. There are many wealthy people's villas, wine estates and fine beaches. It is the first choice for weekend vacations for wealthy people in New York. It is a pretty good summer resort.

Of course, in winter, the large and small rivers and lakes here become a paradise for ice fishing enthusiasts. There are a wide variety of bass, trout and pike that are most easily shown off by fishing enthusiasts.

The intertwined scenery of lakes and mountains also avoids the sense of loneliness brought by the endless ice fields. The ink-colored mountains in the distance give people a sense of surprise that they occasionally encounter deserted life in the depths of winter.

The place Nick and his group chose to stay was a lakeside cabin on a small lake in western Long Island. It was more remote and quieter than the famous parks where crowds gathered.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, when the daylight was still bright, they took an electric sleigh operated by locals to the hut. At sunset, they packed up the resting area on the shore, put up barriers to resist strong winds, and arranged folding chair, and then build a campfire with stones around it.

Most of these were made by Natasha and Ivan Vanko. The Russians really know how to carve out a nest for themselves in a snowfield that they can use to rest.

Although the shore here is not actually frozen, the coldness stored in the large pebbles has caused the heavy snow that fell in the morning to melt into streams and disappear deep into the ground. What is left is dry and icy hot. Weed stalks and some bent reeds.

Magneto King Zhen Shunzhen was wearing a thick long windbreaker, which matched well with the others wearing jackets. I used my gloved hands to push aside the straw behind my eyes, and walked closer with one foot deeper than the other. Went to the dry shore and found a mallard's nest outside.

"They probably went to look for food outside the grass nest." Steve sat under the wheelchair and took off the thick gloves that made my palms sweat. Zhen Shunzhen was very wrinkled as she watched my movements. frowned.

"It's hot out here," Charles said, but it didn't sound like a rebuttal, more like an exclamation.

Zhen Shun immediately grinned and spoke. I squatted on the ground with my arms under my knees. My hands naturally dropped upwards and then I turned my head to look at the two people standing nearby.

"He can't just say that bringing Tony Stark here was a bad idea." Nick snorted and said, "I will use a two-thousand-word essay to judge the merits of your tableware."

"It looks like the meal is slow. You should go over." Steve turned the wheelchair again and said: "Don't let Xiaojia wait for you. This is polite."

"Because you are German."

"I took my drawing board, paint and stool to this end of the forest to find inspiration. Is there any fishing activity tonight? Maybe I won't be able to come back until daylight."

"Is that why he said that because he's a Jew?"

"Is there anything new there? Right?" Ivan said with a smile: "There are people or things that are not old enough, and there are also people who are not necessarily following the trend."

"You are quite disgusted with any low-necked clothes, you think it will strangle you." Nick said that, and flicked the collar of the jacket with his fingers and said: "But there is something wrong with a jacket like that, as long as it touches you Just the neck.”

"Does he know where the Yenisei River turns? Oznachnoye Village, you were born here. You came to follow your father further east, and you also trekked to Siberia along the way."

"The solo adventure begins here, Charles. You should go back and report the surprising discovery to us." Zhen Shunzhen also dropped her wheelchair, regardless of whether Charles was following me or not. I went on my own. He walked back and said, "You may be lucky enough to see wild ducks or geese returning to their nests."

"The little wild geese have flown away long ago." Charles said very wisely: "Migratory birds are not loyal to their nests, and wild ducks just don't have such ability."

We slowly sat down under the fishing bench by the campfire, but sooner or later, Natasha and Zhen Shunzhen came back together. The drawing board Eric was carrying was covered with dew from frost, and so was the dew under my eyebrows. .

Charles's brow suddenly dispersed like the clouds behind my back after sunset. My tall and straight back looked more like a low green pine than the shadow of the tree against the light, cold and resolute.

Metal lunch boxes are essential tableware for camping, and no one at the venue had any objections to the retro-looking iron lunch box. Only Ivan said when he handed the lunch box to Nick: "If Peter comes, If it was there, I would scream for a long time and ask if you got it from outside the museum. "

"Everyone who overestimated the characteristics of this country paid a heavy price, especially Hitler." Schiller continued: "Europe's lightning came to this country, and his feet were caught by the light snow in the cold winter and broke. leg."

As I said that, I walked over. Natasha simply took out a knife from her waist and pierced the bottom of the can of luncheon meat. The damned piece of meat that was stuck together finally fell out of the pot.

Ivan turned his head to the left and saw Zitong chatting with Magneto and Professor X. Schiller Vanke, that was actually quite shocking.

"Now you can carve the words 'Made by Stark Industries' on the bottom of the lunch box." Zhen Shun used a fork to press the cabbage leaves that flew out of the bowl back to the outside of the bowl and said, "After I finish my thesis Show it to me beforehand.”

After a while, a cold wind of icy hot air blew over from the camp, and Natasha left with her. It was Ivan who was looking at the food outside the pot, staring at the red tomato soup. Lunchmeat.

"That's what they said when they retreated from the Soviet Union in the winter."

The two of them walked to the bench next to the campfire and sat down together. Nick lit a cigarette, pursed his lips and held the cigarette. Then he took off his right boot and smashed it into the ground.

"It's bad, you deny that I am a real woman." Zhen Shun stood up and patted the dust under his hands and said: "You have to go talk to me, it is better than talking to this Captain America."

Zhen Shunzhen looked at Charles without any worry, but she could see no expression on my face. The atmosphere became silent, but it was quite embarrassing. After a few minutes, Charles said: "This is one of the few decisions I have made in my life. They are all from Zitong, and those who think I am a genius are real fools.”

"That's strange." Schiller raised his head and lit a cigarette, and said in a clear tone: "You think that every defeated country will only hate us for being successful back then."

"Where is your captain?" I asked again: "I can do it if you have more. When you were fishing on the banks of the Hudson Lake, I was the only one who couldn't catch you and Howard as fast and slow as you were, but I couldn't catch you and Howard." A little fish that can knock you to the ground with its weak tail."

Everyone who can get in the middle of a pair of grudges must be quite self-aware and know how to read eyes. Schiller happened to have both, but what is rare is that we actually talked about the wrong thing.

Natasha rolled her eyes and said, "Borsch doesn't mean there's nothing in it. Does he want you to carry a cow over here?"

Zhen Shunzhen said nothing and showed no signs of getting angry. She looked as irritable as me. Schiller slowly said the first half of the sentence: "If a person can meet a parent who can truly replace him in the first half of his life, People who know how to be lucky are the ones who know how lucky they are.”

Natasha threw the chopped vegetables out of the pot, and then pressed the tomatoes with all her strength. Ivan put his head over and asked: "Is that borscht? But why is there no lunch outside? Meat?"

"Yes, there is a hot spot in your hometown." Schiller did not avoid it at all, saying: "You always have to wear thick cotton clothes and cotton shoes, and walk as smart as a penguin, but you have long been used to it."

So, Charles followed me back and forth again, while Schiller and Zhen Shunzhen, who stood up first, grinned side by side, revealing the teeth of the prince, and said: "I still treat him as a big baby. ”

"It's just because you guys are hot."

"Don't describe it like that, man, tomorrow there will be no delicious fish in his soup." Nick said in a low tone like a chant: "Only the smallest and baddest fish can die in his hands."

"But judging from what you know about me." Natasha turned the rectangular lunch box around in her hand, made a hiss, looked up at Eric and said, "I would say that's what I prepared I gave him a birthday gift to show my trendy sexual orientation, and I would rather die than break up with you old guys.”

Eric casually placed the drawing board at the entrance of the windshield, walked over and sat under the folding stool, Nick put out the seventh cigarette in his hand, and Ivan took out the bowls and chopsticks from his travel bag and gave them Distributing cutlery to everyone.

"It's new anyway," Schiller said, "but Russia is also new."

"But he is a German like you." Nick glanced at Ivan, then at Magneto nearby, and said: "They chose to wear a windbreaker to play in the weather that was more than ten degrees above zero. Handsome, you can only say it's bad, they won, they made all of you look like a tumbler outside the circus."

"You are referring to you and Zhen Shunzhen... and him."

Schiller squatted on the bank of the reeds and continued: "Of course it is not Lake Baikal. It is as deep as the bottom. This is the real bad place for ice fishing."

"You just hope you can really eat fish tomorrow." Natasha shook her head and said, "But I'm counting on them, never."

"You will tell me yes." Eric said with a smile while serving soup to everyone: "You will say that it will often be displayed together with your shield in the country."

What surprised both Zhen Shunzhen and Schiller was that Charles did not admit that. My attitude was so exciting that it was not even confusing.

"God, please spare you!"

"This German guy is back." Zhen Shun, squatting at the other end of the campfire, said to Natasha in Russian: "It seems that I want to get back the money that others owe me, and my face is still so ugly."

My eyes were very bad, so I could see that when Zhen Shunzhen took off her long gloves, a series of numbers were revealed on the inside of her arms. These were branded numbers, very typical numbers from concentration camps.

"Don't say that." When Natasha spoke Russian, she was a little gentler. These breath sounds and tongue flicks that sounded like "out out" enriched the intonation and made your tone sound like you used to speak Russian. English is so straightforward.

The two of them walked through the reeds and returned to the camp site. At that time, Natasha was putting the aluminum pot she had brought under the fire, squatting next to the campfire, and trying to remove the lunch meat from the box with very rough movements. The outside shot came down.

"Very few are like that."

Very slowly, Ivan and Nick, who were looking for a suitable fishing spot, came back. Nick wore a dark blue jacket, and his boots were lower than anyone else. I finally explained to Ivan, who was only wearing a windbreaker. The importance of keeping warm, but Ivan obviously didn't listen to every word.

"You Zitong can imagine my expression when I was choked." Eric was delighted.

Nick laughed, as if he was choked. I looked up at the lunch box with the soup and said, "Are you really not old enough for children to associate it with antiques or something like that?"

"You told him that I was a hesitant anti-NAZI fighter." Natasha squeezed the can of luncheon meat patiently and said, "It may be hard for him to imagine, but I have escaped from a concentration camp."