"You always say that I am changing the subject, but I actually explain 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 this kind of disorder," 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. Do 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."
, let’s go upstairs and rest first.”
After saying that, he stood up and walked upstairs without waiting for the others to express their opinions. Natasha, who felt that the conversation was getting into a good mood, was obviously not willing to give up. She opened her mouth slightly anxiously, but she felt that if Xi
If Le didn't want to say it, there was no point in asking.
"It's a 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 does not choose to have a fixed or temporary
My partner doesn’t want to start a family, maybe because some of his behaviors will bring harm to the other person.”
"Whether this is really the case, we can only continue to observe." Nick also stood up, patted the fireplace ashes that fell on his knees, and walked upstairs, saying: "I always think it's not that simple, but
It's always a good thing that he wants to talk."
Soon, the next group of people dispersed in twos and threes. The moderate humidity and darkness in the lakeside hut allowed this group of people who often lived in the city to sleep well.
In the early morning of the next day, Schiller was woken up by a cool breeze. The wind blew a corner of the curtain onto his face, and there was still some cold moisture on it. Schiller woke up almost instantly.
I sat up on the bed, got dressed, and went downstairs to see Natasha playing with the coffee pot in the kitchen.
"You're awake. Nick and Steve are going to check the condition of the ice. If nothing else, we'll set off on time at six o'clock. Although this place is relatively remote and no one will compete with us for a spot, it's better to go early."
Schiller sat in front of the kitchen island and yawned slightly, still looking a little sleepy. After handling the coffee powder, Natasha turned around and was stunned for a moment, then looked at Schiller from head to toe.
The female agent didn't say anything, but turned back. At this time, Steve and Nick walked into the room, with a biting chill all over their bodies. Steve took off his thick coat and shook it vigorously.
After a while, he stamped his feet vigorously on the threshold again before walking in.
Seeing Schiller who was waiting for coffee, Steve laughed and asked with some surprise: "Doctor, why don't you wear glasses today?"
Schiller didn't seem to be very awake. He got off the high chair without saying anything, turned around 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. However, Nick and Natasha exchanged glances instantly. Steve didn't know what riddle they were playing, so he had to ask: "What's wrong?"
?”
"No, it's nothing." Nick shook his head.
"This is the first time I have seen 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 put on his glasses again and came out, but 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 forest. He broke the ice with an awl, and a trout jumped out immediately. They had been hiding under the ice for a long time.
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"There are boating activities on the lake here in the summer." Nick then added: "Although feeding is prohibited, there are still tourists who drop food residues into the lake, so the fish here grow well, even though it is
The trout is not mature yet, but it is quite powerful.”
"Is it strong enough to slap you?" Natasha asked with a smile.
"Don't be ridiculous, you didn't slap me, Steve stopped me with quick eyesight and quick hands." Nick clinked the coffee cup in his hand with Steve, made a "tsk" sound in his mouth, and then said: "
Why didn't you bring Tony here? Otherwise he would know what it feels like to be slapped by a trout."
Schiller sat down on the edge of the island, slowly drinking hot coffee. It wasn't until a full cup of espresso hot coffee was consumed that he seemed to finally come to life. He coughed twice and asked: "Today
What’s your schedule?”
"We'll fish on the lake all day, that's all."
"Is there really no need to separate someone to prepare other food?" Schiller sighed, looking like he had no hope for the harvest.
Steve and Nick immediately raised their voices and repeatedly emphasized that the fish they caught were enough to fill a whole fish dinner. Natasha shook her head as if she had had enough of them.
Eric and Charles walked in from the back door of the cabin, Eric took off his thick gloves, and Charles said: "We have prepared enough wood, there will be no problem tonight, when will we start fishing?"
"
"Now, come on, we have to hike a mile and a half."
After that, the group of people dressed up and picked up fishing gear, folding stools, food ignition devices, bait and other necessary fishing equipment. In addition, Steve also carried ice-breaking equipment on his back.
On the way to the designated location, a layer of mist appeared on the ice, 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 mostly they talked about fishing skills.
"Ice fishing will be more fulfilling and more rewarding than conventional fishing, but that's not because you are a good fisherman, it's just that fish are particularly vulnerable in this season, and the more remote and cold it is, the more so."
Ivan said.
"In Russia, especially near my home, the people there are not as leisurely and elegant as you. We fish in winter to fill our stomachs. At that time, we had five fishing rods at home, and we would break them open at a certain distance.
Five holes, set up the fishing rods, and within two or three days we can catch enough fish to last us a whole winter."
"Once, I was running for my life in the forest." Natasha also said: "Over the layers of shrubs, I saw an open ice field in my field of vision. I found a stone and smashed the ice.
I dug a big hole and an unlucky barracuda jumped out. It gave me a good meal and the blood didn't flow much."
"Why are your memories in Russia always so difficult?" Nick turned around and asked in confusion: "The sky is full of wind and snow, the endless ice fields, the people who are cold and hungry, God, there is no point.
Warm memories?”
"Of course. Didn't I say it? We ate fish all winter long, and every meal was very warm." Ivan said naturally.
"I survived on that fish, isn't that warm enough?" Natasha also took it very naturally.
"Every meal you can find in a bitter cold land is the most precious thing in the world." Eric rarely said a long sentence with complex rhetoric, causing Charles to look at him again.
"Well, Americans are just pampered and ignorant." 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 was a small lake formed by the tributaries of the large lake next to it. Here, the fog dissipated.
They first laid out the tools, set up stools and tables, put up windshields, set up a flame with empty oil drums, and then started looking for a place to cut the ice.
Ivan led them 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.
Steve and Nick stood with their arms akimbo watching Ivan observe the thickness of the ice. Natasha waved her arms and strode over, squatting next to the spot Ivan chose.
Ivan stretched out his hand and stamped the ground in front of him, indicating that this was it, and then asked the other people to step back. He first reached out and knocked a smaller ice pick in, then shook it left and right, drilling out a hole in the thicker ice layer.
Tapered.
Then he knocked the big ice pick in, poured some water on the ground, and spread the waste newspaper on top. Soon the supercooled water fixed the waste newspaper firmly on the ice. Ivan stepped on it to prevent slipping, and then
Start hitting the ice pick hard.
Breaking ice is a job that sounds simple, but actually requires certain skills, because you can't fish just by knocking a hole on 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 for more than ten minutes to open an ice cave. Then they began to measure the distance, direction, and even wind direction to dig the second one.
After opening several ice holes in a row, Natasha said: "I think it's almost done. We can work in groups of two or three and catch as many fish as possible to solve the problem of eating. Then we can get together and talk."
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This proposal was approved by everyone. Now they are very enthusiastic about ice fishing and pay more attention to the harvest, so of course they focus on fishing. When they get tired of fishing or need to keep warm, they can get together and chat again.
, to achieve social purposes.
Schiller wanted to go to a group with Steve and Nick, but unexpectedly Natasha waved her hand and came to him and said: "Russians have nothing to talk about when they are together. Let's go in pairs."
Schiller nodded indifferently, then turned to look at Natasha who was packing her fishing gear, and said, "How is your fishing skill?"