Tim stuck out his tongue. He didn't want to be so high-profile, but all his clothes were prepared by his mother and aunt, as were schoolbags, computer bags and other items. They were basically all famous brands, even the cheapest ones.
Thousand dollars, his status as a wealthy man is basically stuck on his head.
The two put down their bags, and the bearded man invited them to the dining table. There was a map on it. Tim knew that the bearded man was the landlord, but he didn't expect that he would personally introduce the surrounding attractions to them. It seemed that Schiller had another
It's time to smoke.
Sure enough, when the bearded man was talking and his mouth was dry, Schiller handed him a pack of cigarettes. His eyes suddenly lit up, but he glanced at the young Tim and put away the cigarette.
Didn't smoke.
Then he introduced it more enthusiastically, mentioning various recommended restaurants, attractions, and even trails where you can cycle. Tim now understood why this house had such a high rating on Airbnb.
After the landlord left, he discovered that the high rating of the house was not just because of the landlord's enthusiasm. The cabin was indeed well taken care of.
The entire cabin is made of stone, but the furniture is all made of fine solid wood, mainly on one side of the house. The first and second floors are connected by a whole wall of large windows. Because the terrain is high enough, you can indeed see most of it.
Los Angeles.
The leather sofa on the first floor was covered with animal fur, and the carpet was also made of animal skin. However, when Tim touched it, he knew that it was not real fur, but imitation decorative furniture. The walls next to the sofa and various corners
The whole place is filled with green plants.
The kitchen is directly opposite the living room. There is also a large window here. There are several beech trees and some deciduous plants on the hillside outside, which looks very beautiful.
On the left side of the living room and directly opposite the bathroom door is the staircase. After going up, there are two bedrooms on the left and right. The windows in the bedrooms are not small. The fireplace on the second floor is just up the stairs, next to the small reception area.
And quite unsurprisingly, this is a real fireplace, which means it has to burn wood.
Tim walked through the living room and walked out of the kitchen door. There was a small courtyard in the back with a barbecue grill and chairs, but there was no wood or charcoal. He did find an ax in the tool room. It seemed that they really had to chop the firewood themselves.
Already.
And the even worse news is that houses with large windows are only suitable for cities with a heat island effect, and such large windows cannot keep the cabin in the woods surrounded by birds.
As soon as Tim walked into the bedroom upstairs, he felt a chill. When he found a fireplace in the bedroom, he knew that the good reviews of this house should be justified.
He opened the door of another room and found a larger fireplace inside. It seemed that the praise was quite good.
None of the fireplaces were burning at the moment, and it was chilly in the whole house. After a while, Tim felt cold.
Just when he was visiting the house, Schiller had already brought a lot of wood over. Tim was a little surprised and asked: "Where did you get it?"
"Of course I bought them in the town. Don't worry about how I got there." Schiller took off the hanging ring on his hand and said, "You take these to your bedroom and burn them first. I'll get more later."
Come at one o'clock and light up the living room too. It will be much warmer after one night."
"So you knew it was going to be cold in here?"
Schiller looked at him like a silly boy and said: "Are there any houses in such a big forest that are not cold? You don't expect there to be central air conditioning here, do you?"
Tim shrank his neck. He knew that he was a veritable flower in the greenhouse. When he went out, he went to Wayne Manor, and when he came home, he went to Drake Manor. The maximum scope of his activities was to go to Wayne Group and Drake Group.
I have never lived alone away from home, so I lack some common sense in life.
Sometimes he felt that this was good for him because Dick and Jason had done all the other work, and until now he still felt that it was better to stay with his brothers and sisters.
However, he still went down, took the wood back to his house, and lit the fireplace. He saw that there was light outside the crack of the door. Sure enough, the fireplace at the entrance to the second floor was also lit by Schiller.
He sat on the bed in the room and smiled at Schiller. Schiller came over and patted him on the head. They went downstairs together and lit up the fireplace on the first floor.
After all, California has a mild Mediterranean climate. It will be a little cool in autumn, but not very cold. When the fireplace is turned on, Tim immediately feels warm.
Schiller went to town and brought back some food. He made a soup with tomatoes, beef and onions, and then sat on the doorstep of the house, looking at the lights of Los Angeles and the endless night sky above.
Tim came over, pushed him aside, and squeezed together with him on the not very spacious threshold.
"Do you still have cigarettes?" Tim asked.
"You don't smoke, don't you?"
"I want to try it, just smoke one."
Schiller took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and said, "I hope you weren't rebellious when you first came to my place. There's nothing good about this thing."
Tim smiled brightly, and the lights on the road below the mountain illuminated his hair into pink gold, and every turn of his expression said he was carefree.
Schiller picked up the lighter, and Tim didn't seem to know what to do with the cigarette. Schiller said, "You have to take a puff before you can light the cigarette. Put your hand next to it to protect the fire."
Tim took a deep breath as he said. The moment the spark was ignited, he felt a stream of smoke flowing down the roof of his mouth and straight into his nose. It had a completely different smell from second-hand smoke.
Tim took away the cigarette and blew out a puff of smoke. Schiller asked him with a smile: "Is it good to smoke?"
Tim turned to look at him, shook his head, but took another puff, looked up at the night sky above his head and said, "Thank you, I don't think Bruce will teach me how to smoke."
"You're welcome, your performance is much better than Peter's. The first time he smoked, I didn't get the Chinese cigarettes and he choked and coughed for two minutes."
Tim hugged his legs with his arms and laughed softly, as if he could imagine the embarrassment of a boy about his age.
"I always encourage young people to try more. You will never know how choking this stuff is until you take a puff." Schiller put away the pack of cigarettes and said: "But, let's forget it further. I
Marijuana always smells like vomit, what about you?"
Tim recalled some bad memories. He said: "Jason often visited his brothers and sisters some time ago. I am embarrassed to say it, but every time he came back, I was smelled by the smell of vomit on him.
I have to want to die."
Tim put his chin on his hand and said, "I've never been to that kind of neighborhood. Sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong with my nose. Thank you for telling me it's not."
"Have you discussed this with him?"
"He can see it, so he changes his clothes every time he gets home. Occasionally he mentions a few words. Most of the time it's not that he doesn't want to persuade, but that he has no choice. I can completely understand him."
When the cigarette was about to burn out, Tim took one last puff, very hard, and he could clearly feel that he was being choked, but he still exhaled the smoke, yawned and said, "I really don't find this refreshing.
Coffee is better."
Schiller stood up and said: "Go back, we will go to the town to drink coffee early tomorrow morning."
The two stood up, and Schiller served Tim hot soup. After they finished dinner, they locked the doors and windows.
The fireplace burned hot all night, and Tim was woken up by thirst early the next morning.
He woke up very early, and the morning dew in the forest hung on the glass. The dewdrops were falling as the temperature rose. Tim went to the kitchen and poured a large glass of water. After drinking it down, he felt like he was alive again.
But unfortunately, his too delicate voice was mute due to the cigarette he smoked yesterday. Schiller got up and checked him with a flashlight. They both breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the tonsils were not inflamed.
Schiller poured him some hot water, and Tim rested his elbows on the island, holding the cup in his hand and asked, "Why not hot milk?"
"Milk is hair..." Schiller didn't know how to express this concept, so he said: "Excessive intake of protein at this time is not a good thing. I am a doctor, listen to me."
Tim didn't care. After drinking the hot water, he broke out in a sweat and felt much better. Then he thanked Schiller for his suggestion of taking out a cigarette and shaking it in front of him.
After the two packed up, they called the black guy who was called Little Black Dog yesterday. It was obvious that he was still dreaming, so his uncle drove over and picked them up and drove them to the town.
His uncle was obviously more experienced and introduced all the surrounding attractions along the way. The car stopped in front of a coffee shop. Schiller took Tim out of the car after giving him a tip.
They saw a car rental agency on the road and planned to ask about it later, but decided to go to the coffee shop first.
The decoration of this coffee shop is incredible. When the menu was brought out, Schiller understood that this must be the Internet celebrity shop that became popular on the short video software. The prices are a bit too amazing, almost half of those in New York.
.
Tim was in urgent need of caffeine, and he didn't think it was expensive. He ordered a variety of items worth two to three hundred dollars, and generously gave a tip of 20 yuan. The waiter's face was filled with happiness.
"Traveling is for enjoyment." Tim said: "My mother often tells me this. If you don't have money, just stay at home. The purpose of going out is to spend money happily. This is the meaning of making money."
"This is small money for you, young master." Schiller said with a smile.
"What are we going to do next?" Tim asked: "Pamela won't arrive until this evening. I guess she would be more willing to live in the town."
"Why?"
"I just saw several beautiful anchors."
Schiller rolled her eyes slightly and said, "No more than what's on her watch list. She said she hasn't tried Latinas yet."
Tim began to tell Schillercoop Pamela's ridiculous behavior, saying that she had two girlfriends at the same time in Gotham University, and then one of the girlfriends had two partners, a male and a female. The male partner of the two partners
I got together with Pamela's other girlfriend, and then the first girlfriend got into a fight with the second girlfriend.
Soon, the butter croissant was delivered, and the hot coffee was put on the table. The two spent the morning in the atmosphere of gossip. Schiller discovered that Tim really loves gossip. At least you ask this question.
Ask Jason and Dick, they've probably never heard of it.
Tim said that this was due to his sensitivity to information. Besides, the complete version of this gossip was told to him by Bruce.
"I'm curious, didn't the two of them beat Pamela?" Schiller felt that he was also quite gossipy.
"The two of them wanted to find trouble with Pamela at the same time, but Pamela was more sensitive in this regard. She hid in the laboratory and could not come out."
"Won't they go in?"
"Her laboratory is full of cabbages. Who dares to go in?"
"I bet she also had this in mind when studying vegetables that beat people."
"This is mainly a consideration."
The two touched their cups with coffee. When they left, the waiter came to pay them. The enthusiastic Latino guy asked curiously: "Are you a father and son?"
"Of course not. I am a doctor and he is my nephew. I came here for vacation and I brought him here along the way."
"Yes, uncle." Tim shouted sinisterly.
Then they started wandering around the town, went to a car rental agency, rented a red car, and drove slowly into the city of Los Angeles.