Chapter 1612 Fishing Day (V)

Chapter 1585 Fishing Day (V)

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

"Then please forgive our stupidity and unprofessionalism for not being able to dig out your answer that was buried a thousand feet below the words."

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

"Where were we talking about? Family comes from a sense of responsibility, and a sense of responsibility comes from love, and it's not clear where love comes from, maybe hormones, at least sex comes from this."

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

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

Natasha raised one eyebrow, pressed the index finger of the hand with the elbow on the sofa on the corner of her jaw, and said with interest: "Are you saying that you will associate violence and sex, 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 will bring death. Do you connect sex with death? In what way?"

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

After that, he stood up and walked upstairs without waiting for the others to express their opinions. Natasha, who felt that the conversation was going well, was obviously unwilling to give up. She opened her mouth a little anxiously, but felt that if Schiller didn't want to talk, it would be useless for her to ask.

"It's a good start, right?" Natasha shook her head helplessly, watching Schiller disappear upstairs, and looked at Nick and said, "At least we know that Schiller does not choose to have a fixed or temporary partner, nor does he start a family. It may be because some of his behaviors will bring harm to the other party."

"Whether it is true or not, we can only continue to observe." Nick also stood up, patted the fireplace ash that fell on his knees, and walked upstairs, saying, "I always feel that it is not that simple, but it is always a good thing that he is willing to speak up."

Soon, the next people dispersed in twos and threes. The appropriate dampness and darkness in the lakeside cottage made this group of people who often live in luxury in the city sleep well.

The next morning, Schiller was awakened by the cool breeze. The wind blew a corner of the curtain onto his face, which was still cold and wet. Schiller woke up almost instantly. He sat up from the bed, dressed up, and went downstairs to see Natasha fiddling with the coffee pot in the kitchen.

"You're awake. Nick and Steve are going to check the ice. If nothing goes wrong, we'll set off on time at six o'clock. Although this place is remote and no one will compete with us for a spot, it's better to go early."

Schiller sat down at the kitchen island and yawned lightly, still looking a little sleepy. Natasha, who had finished dealing with the coffee powder, turned back and was stunned for a moment, then looked at Schiller from head to toe.

The female agent said nothing, but turned back. At this time, Steve and Nick walked into the house. They were all cold. Steve took off his thick coat, shook it hard, and stomped his feet hard on the threshold before walking in.

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

Schiller seemed not very sober yet. He walked down from the high chair without saying anything, 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. Nick and Natasha exchanged glances instantly. Steve didn't know what they were talking about, so he had to ask: "What's wrong?"

"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 blocked his vision too much."

Steve followed their words and looked at Schiller who came out with his glasses again, 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 just right. We met the ranger at the edge of the forest. He used an awl to break the ice, and a trout jumped out immediately. They had been trapped under the ice for a long time."

"There are boating activities here in the summer." Nick added: "Although feeding is prohibited, there are still tourists who drop food scraps into the lake, so the fish here are growing well. Although the trout is not yet an adult, it is also quite powerful."

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

"Don't talk nonsense. It didn't slap me. Steve was quick to stop it." Nick clinked the coffee cup in his hand with Steve's cup, and made a "tsk" sound, and then said: "Why didn't you bring Tony? Otherwise, he would know the feeling of being slapped by a trout."

Schiller sat down on the edge of the island, slowly drinking the hot coffee. It was not until a whole cup of espresso went down that he finally came alive. He coughed twice and asked, "What's the schedule for today?"

"We'll fish on the lake all day, that's it."

"Is it really not necessary to separate one person to prepare other food?" Schiller sighed, looking like he had no hope for the harvest.

Steve and Nick immediately raised their voices, repeatedly emphasizing that the fish they caught were enough for a full fish feast. 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, so there will be no problem tonight. When will we set out to fish?"

"Now, let's go. We have to hike a mile and a half."

After that, the group dressed neatly and took fishing gear, folding stools, food ignition devices, bait and other necessary fishing equipment. In addition, Steve also carried ice-breaking equipment.

On the way to the designated location, a thin layer of mist rose 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 talked about fishing techniques.

"Ice fishing is more fulfilling and rewarding than regular fishing, but that's not because you are a good angler, it's just that fish are particularly fragile in this season, the more remote and cold it is, the more so." Ivan said.

"In Russia, especially near my home, people there don't have the leisure and elegance like you. We go fishing in winter to fill our stomachs. At that time, we had five fishing rods at home. We would smash five holes at a certain distance and set up the fishing rods. The fish we caught in two or three days were enough for us to eat for the whole winter."

"Once, I was running for my life in the forest." Natasha also said: "After crossing the layers of bushes, I saw an open ice field appearing in my sight. I found a stone and smashed a big hole in the ice. An unlucky pike jumped out. It gave me a full meal and I didn't bleed much."

"Why are your memories of Russia always so hard?" Nick turned around and asked puzzledly: "The sky was full of snow, the endless ice field, the cold and hungry people, God, don't you have any warm memories?"

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

"I survived on that fish, isn't that warm enough?" Natasha said as a matter of course.

"Every full meal you can find in a bitter cold place is the most precious thing in the world." Eric rarely said a long sentence with complex rhetoric, which made Charles look at him again.

"Well, Americans are pampered and don't know what's good for them." Nick said self-deprecatingly.

During the chat, they finally came to the open space selected by Nick and Steve. It was surrounded by mountains on three sides and was a small lake formed by the 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 the windproof fence, set up a cluster of flames with empty oil barrels, and then began to look for a place to chisel the ice.

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

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

Ivan stomped on the ground in front of him, indicating that this was the spot, and then asked the others to step back. He first reached out and knocked a smaller ice cone in, then shook it left and right to drill a cone on the thicker ice.

Then he knocked the big ice cone in, poured some water on the ground, and spread waste newspaper on it. Soon the super-cooled water fixed the waste newspaper firmly on the ice. Ivan stepped on it to prevent slipping, and then began to hit the ice cone hard.

Breaking ice sounds simple, but it actually requires certain skills, because you can't just knock a hole in the ice to fish. 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 hole, and then they began to calculate 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 enough. We can form a group of two or three and catch as many fish as possible to solve the problem of eating. It won't be too late to get together and talk."

This proposal was agreed by everyone. Now they are very enthusiastic about ice fishing and pay more attention to the harvest, so of course they will focus on fishing. When they get tired of fishing or need to keep warm, they can get together to chat and achieve social purposes.

Schiller wanted to form a group with Steve and Nick, but Natasha waved and came to him and said, "Russians have nothing to talk about when they are together. Let's form a group of two."

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

"It can barely feed the two of us."

"Then it's all up to you."

"Are your fishing skills terrible?"

"It's great for the fish."