Chapter 1612 Fishing Day (V)

Chapter 1585 Fishing Day (5)

"You always say that I am changing the subject, but I actually explained every word."

"Then please forgive us for our stupidity and unprofessionalism in failing to dig up your answer that was buried a thousand feet beneath the words."

Schiller laughed deeply, and Natasha turned her head in surprise and stared at Schiller, as if she saw a completely different vitality in him than in the past.

"Where have we been? Family comes from responsibility, responsibility comes from love, and it's not clear where love comes from. Maybe it's hormones, or at least sex comes from that."

"But you mentioned that autistic people don't have such disorders," Nick pointed out.

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

Natasha raised an eyebrow, put the index finger of the hand with her elbow on the sofa on the corner of her jaw, and said with interest: "You mean you associate violence with sex." "Yes, doctor?"

"And we talked about the serious consequences of violence." 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 up from the sofa and placed the empty teacup on the coffee table. He yawned and said, "I'm a little tired." , go upstairs to rest first."

That proposal was approved by everyone. Now our indifference towards Ivan is very low, and we are more concerned about the harvest, so of course we focus on fishing. When we get tired of fishing later, or if we need to keep warm, we can no longer gather together. Chat together to achieve social purposes.

Breaking ice is a job that sounds complicated, but actually requires certain skills, because you can't fish just by knocking a hole under the ice, and the location and shape of the ice hole are not particular.

Charles shook his head knowingly and sat down under another low chair, but Nick and Natasha exchanged glances instantly. Charles knew what riddle we were playing, so he just asked: "What's wrong? "

Seeing Ice Fishing who was waiting for coffee, Charles laughed and asked without any surprise: "Doctor, why is he wearing glasses today?"

Charles followed our words and looked at Bing Diao, who had put on his glasses again and came out, but he didn't see what he was coming with. So I had to take the coffee from Natasha's hand and talk about things that had nothing to do with Ivan.

"You'll be fishing all day in the lake, that's all."

"Ivan will have less sense of accomplishment and less harvest than regular fishing, but this is not because he is a bad fisherman, it is just that the fish are strong in that season, and the more remote and hot it is, the more so. ." Schiller said.

"Yes, something." Nick shook his head.

"There will be no boating activities on the lake in the summer." Nick then added: "Although feeding is prohibited, there will still be no tourists throwing food residues out of the lake, so the fish there will all look wrong. , even though this trout is an adult, it is quite weak.”

Qiao Xian nodded meaningfully, then turned to look at Natasha who was packing her fishing gear, and said, "How is his fishing skill?"

"It's bad, Americans are not pampered, they know bad things." Nick laughed at himself.

During the chat, we finally came to the open area chosen by Nick and Qiao Xianhuan. It was surrounded by mountains on all sides and was a large lake formed by the tributaries of the small lake next to it. Outside, the fog dispersed.

After opening several ice holes in a row, Natasha said: "You think the difference is too small. You can't work in groups of two or eight. First, catch as few fish as possible to solve the problem of eating, and then get together again." It’s too late to speak.”

"The thickness of the ice is quite suitable. You met the forest guard outside at the edge of the forest. I broke the ice with an awl, and a trout jumped out immediately. We were stuck on the ice. It’s been a long time.”

"It's just the first time you saw Qiao Xian's eyes so vaguely." Natasha shrugged and said, "The glasses I will wear in the future will too obstruct my vision."

I originally wanted to go ice fishing with Qiao Xianhuan and Nick, but I thought Natasha waved her hand and came to me and said: "There is nothing bad about Russians staying together, so you two can go together." "

Bing Diao sat behind the kitchen island and yawned heavily, still not looking sleepy. After handling the coffee powder, Natasha turned around and was stunned for a moment, then looked at Bing Diao from head to toe.

"It's bad for the fish."

"He's awake. Nick and Charles are going to check the condition of the ice. If it's unexpected, you should set off on time at eight o'clock. Although it's relatively remote out there and some people will compete with you for a spot, it's better to go early."

We first spread out the tools, propped up the stools and tables, put down the wind shields, set up a flame with empty oil drums, and then started looking for a place to cut the ice.

Evan and Steve walked back from the front door of the big house. Evan took off his thick gloves and Steve said: "You have prepared enough wood to deal with any problems tonight." , when will we set out for fishing?”

Charles and Nick stood with their arms akimbo watching Schiller observing the thickness of the ice. Natasha waved her arms and walked over in small steps, squatting next to the spot chosen by Schiller.

"It's a bad start, right?" Natasha shook her head helplessly, watching the figure of Ice Fishing disappear downstairs, and looked at Nick and said, "At least you know that Ice Fishing is a choice of possession. A permanent or temporary partner, or a family, may be because some of my behaviors will bring harm to the other party.”

After saying that, he stood up and walked downstairs without waiting for the others to express their opinions. Natasha, who felt that the conversation was getting to a good point, was obviously not willing to give up. You opened your mouth a little anxiously, but then I think ice fishing is definitely what I want to say, and it’s useful for you to ask.

Schiller stretched out his hand and stamped the ground behind him, indicating that it was outside, and then asked the others to move in. He first reached out and knocked away a larger ice pick, and then shook it from right to left on the thicker ice layer. Drill out a cone.

"Does it really need to separate one person to prepare other food?" Ice Fishing sighed, looking like he had no hope of harvesting.

Before that, the group of people were dressed in confusion and took away fishing gear, folding stools, food ignition devices, bait and other necessary fishing equipment. In addition, Charles also carried ice-breaking equipment.

"In Russia, especially those far away from your home, people here are not as leisurely and elegant as they are. You fish in winter to fill your stomach. At this time, if your home does not have seven fishing rods, you will be separated by a certain distance. Drill seven holes and set up the fishing rods, and within two or eight days you will catch enough fish to last you a whole winter."

"Every meal he can find in the bitter cold land is the most precious thing in the world." Eweike rarely said a long rhetorical sentence, which made Qiao Xianhuan look at me again.

The male agent didn't say anything, but turned back. At that time, Charles and Nick walked out of the room, with a biting chill all over our bodies. Charles took off his thick jacket, shook it hard, and then He stamped his feet vigorously under the threshold before walking back.

"Is his fishing bad?"

"Why are their memories in Russia always so difficult?" Nick turned around and asked quite understandingly: "The sky is full of wind and snow, the ice fields as far as the eye can see, the people who are hot and hungry, God, there are Don’t you have any cool memories?”

"Barely enough for you two to eat."

Bing Diao sat down on the edge of the island, drinking scalding coffee for a long time. It wasn't until a whole cup of concentrated cold coffee was gone that I seemed to finally come to life. I coughed twice and asked: "What's on the schedule today?"

"Not strong enough to slap him?" Natasha asked with a smile.

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

"Don't talk nonsense, I slapped you, but Charles stopped me with quick eyes and slow hands." Nick touched the coffee cup with Charles with his watch, and made a "tsk" sound from outside his mouth, and then said: "What? Why don't you bring Tony here so I can know what it feels like to be slapped by a trout?"

On the morning of the seventh day, I was woken up by the cool breeze. The wind blew the corner of the curtain under my face. There was still no cold moisture underneath. I was confused almost instantly. I jumped out from under the bed. After sitting up and getting dressed, I went upstairs and saw Natasha playing with the coffee pot outside the kitchen.

"This is all pointed at him."

On the way to the designated place, a layer of mist appeared on the ice, making it even more hot and lonely. The bad thing was that the mountains were very beautiful. We chatted for a while on the way, but the young man was talking about fishing. Skill.

"You survived on this fish, is it still cool enough?" Natasha also took it very naturally.

Ice fishing still seems to be here for a long time. I walked up from the low chair without saying anything, turned around and walked towards the seventh floor and said: "You forgot, you go downstairs to get it."

"Whether this is really the case, you can only continue to observe." Nick also stood up, patted the fireplace ashes on his knees, and walked downstairs, saying: "You always think it is so complicated, but It’s always a bad thing if I open my mouth.”

"Now, come on, you have to hike a mile and a half."

Charles and Nick immediately lowered their voices and repeatedly emphasized that the fish we caught were enough to fill a whole fish dinner. Natasha shook her head as if she had had enough of us.

"Once upon a time, you were running for your life outside the forest." Natasha also said, "After passing through the layers of shrubs, you saw an open ice field appearing in your field of vision. You found a stone and smashed the ice. A small hole, an unlucky barracuda jumped out, it gave you a feast, and the blood flowed. "

Then he knocked away the small ice pick, poured some water into the ground, and spread the waste newspaper underneath. The superheated water slowly fixed the waste newspaper firmly under the ice. Schiller stepped on it to prevent slipping, and then Finish by hitting the ice pick hard.

Schiller worked for a long time, and Charles also went down to help. Seventy-seven people worked for more than ten minutes to open an ice cave. Then we dug the seventh one by measuring the distance, direction, and even wind direction.

Very slowly, the people who had caught up dispersed in twos and twos. The long presence and darkness in the big house by the lake made the group of people who often lived well outside the city sleep badly.

"Of course not. Did you say that you have eaten fish all winter, and every meal lasts a long time." Schiller said naturally.