The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 1582 Fishing Day (2)

Long Island is located in the eastern part of New York State. There are two districts. Queens and Brooklyn both belong to New York City. Because of its special geographical conditions and superior location, it is called "the back garden of New York".

Arkham Sanatorium is actually also located in the Long Island area. There are many wealthy villas, wine estates and fine sandy beaches here. It is the first choice for rich people in New York for weekend vacations, and it is a very good summer resort.

Of course, in winter, the rivers and lakes here, large and small, become a paradise for ice fishing enthusiasts, with a wide variety of bass, trout and pike, which are most easily taken by anglers to show off.

The staggered scenery of lakes and mountains also avoids the sense of loneliness brought by the endless ice fields, and the mountains that look like ink in the distance give people a sense of surprise when stepping into the depths of winter and occasionally seeing deserted vitality.

Nick and his party chose a lakeside cottage on a small lake in the west of Long Island. Compared with the famous parks where crowds gather, this place is more remote and quieter.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, when the sun was still bright, they took the electric sled car operated by the locals to the hut. At sunset, they packed up the rest area on the shore, set up the fence to resist the strong wind, and folded it. chairs, and built a campfire of stones around it.

Most of these were done by Natasha and Ivan Vanke. The Russians really know how to plan a nest for themselves on a snow field that can be used for rest.

Although the shore here is not actually frozen, the heat stored in the large pebbles made the light snow that fell in the morning melt into a stream, and disappeared deep into the ground, leaving only wet and cold weeds and some bent reeds.

Magneto King Eric was wearing a thick long windbreaker, which was out of place with the others wearing jackets. He used his gloved hands to push aside the grass poles in front of him, and walked to the somewhat damp shore and found a duck's nest there.

"They probably went to the grass nest to look for food." Charles sat on the wheelchair and took off the thick gloves that made his palms sweat. Eric, who watched his movements, frowned very dissatisfied. .

"This is the end of our solo adventure, Eric, we should go back and report this amazing discovery to them." Charles also dropped his wheelchair, regardless of whether Eric was following him or not, he thought nothing of it. He walked back and said, "Maybe we will be lucky enough to see wild ducks or wild geese returning to their nests."

"The geese flew away long ago." Eric said very ignorantly: "Migratory birds are not loyal to their nests, and wild ducks just don't have that ability."

The two walked through the reeds with some difficulty and returned to the camp. At this time, Natasha was putting the aluminum pot on the fire, squatting next to the campfire, and tried very roughly to get the luncheon meat out of the box. Shoot down.

"That German guy is back." Ivan, who was squatting on the other side of the campfire, said to Natasha in Russian: "It seems that he didn't ask for the money owed to him, and his face is still so ugly."

"Don't say that." Natasha was gentler when she spoke Russian, and those breathy sounds and flicks of the tongue that sounded like "chu chu chu" enriched her tone, making her tone not sound like Russian English in the past So straightforward.

"I told you that he is a staunch anti-NAZI fighter." Natasha squeezed the can of luncheon meat impatiently and said, "It may be hard for you to imagine, but he was in a concentration camp."

Ivan immediately grinned and stopped talking. He squatted on the ground, his arms resting on his knees, his hands dropped naturally, and then he turned his head to look at the two people standing in the distance.

His eyes were very good, so he could see that when Eric took off the long gloves on his hands, a string of numbers appeared on the inside of his arms, which were branded on them, very typical numbers from concentration camps .

"Well, I admit that he is a real man." Ivan stood up and patted the ashes on his hands and said, "I'm going to talk to him, it's better than talking to that Captain America."

As he said that, he walked over, and Natasha simply took out a knife from her waist, and stabbed it at the bottom of the luncheon meat can, and the damn sticky meat finally fell into the pot.

Soon, Schiller and Nick, who were looking for a suitable fishing spot, came back. Nick was wearing a dark blue jacket and his boots were higher than anyone else. He was constantly explaining to Schiller, who was only wearing a windbreaker, how to keep warm. importance, but Schiller apparently didn't listen to a word.

"I'm pretty disgusted with anything with a high collar, I think it would strangle me," Nick said, flicking the collar of his jacket with his fingers and saying, "But a jacket like this is fine as long as it doesn't touch my neck. Just the neck."

"Then you, a German like you." Nick glanced at Schiller, then at Magneto in the distance, and said, "You guys choose to wear a windbreaker to look handsome in the weather of minus ten degrees, All I can say is great, you won, you made all of us look like circus trolls."

"That's just because we don't get cold."

"That's not what you said when you attacked the Soviet Union in the winter."

"I mean me and Eric... as you please."

The two walked to the stool next to the campfire and sat down. Nick lit a cigarette, squeezed his lips tightly to hold the cigarette, then took off his left boot, and smashed it hard on the ground.

"Where did our captain go?" He asked again: "It would be impossible without him. When we were fishing by the Hudson Lake, he was the only one who could catch Howard and me with quick eyesight and quick hands. A big fish with a powerful tail that yanks us to the ground."

"He took his drawing board, paint and stool to the other side of the forest to find inspiration. There is no fishing activity tonight. Maybe he won't come back until dark."

Natasha threw the chopped vegetables into the pot, and then began to squeeze the tomatoes desperately. Schiller leaned his head over and asked, "Is this borscht? But why is there luncheon meat in it? "

Natasha rolled her eyes and said, "Borscht means to put whatever you have. Do you want me to bring a cow here?"

"Don't describe it like that, ma'am, there will be delicious fish in your soup tomorrow." Nick raised his voice and said like a chant: "Only the biggest and best fish will be lucky enough to die under your hands."

"I just hope we can really eat fish tomorrow." Natasha shook her head and said, "But I don't expect you, never."

Schiller turned his head to the right and saw Ivan Vanke who had already chatted with Magneto and Professor X, which was actually quite shocking.

Everyone who can insert himself into this pair of bitter couples has to be quite ignorant and won't wink. Ivan happens to have both, but what is rare is that they have a good chat.

"You know where the Yenisei River turns? The village of Oznachennoye. I was born there. Later, I followed my father further east, trekking all the way, and also to Siberia."

Ivan squatted on the bank of the reeds and continued: "Of course there is also Lake Baikal, which is so deep that it is really a good place for ice fishing."

"It's cold in there," Eric said, but it didn't sound like a rebuttal, more like an exclamation.

"Yes, there is no place in my hometown that is not cold." Ivan said without hesitation, "I always wear thick cotton-padded clothes and shoes, and walk awkwardly like a penguin, but we have long been used to it."

"Everyone who underestimated the cold there paid a terrible price, especially Hitler." Ivan continued: "The lightning from Europe came here, got caught in the winter snow and broke his leg."

Charles looked at Eric with some concern, but he couldn't see any expression on his face. The atmosphere fell silent, but it was not embarrassing. After a few minutes, Eric said: "The big things he has done in his life Most of the decisions were wrong, and anyone who thought he was a genius was a real fool."

"Is that why you say that because you're a Jew?"

"Because I'm a German."

"That's strange." Ivan lowered his head and said in a vague tone while lighting a cigarette, "I thought every defeated country would only hate that they didn't succeed."

"Mostly so."

To the surprise of both Charles and Ivan, Eric did not deny this, his attitude was too flat, even a little confusing.

After a while, a gust of hot wind in the cold air blew over from the camp. Natasha had already left. It was Schiller who was looking at the food in the pot, staring at the luncheon meat that was turned out from time to time in the red tomato soup.

"It looks like the meal is almost ready, we should go." Charles turned the wheelchair again and said, "Don't make everyone wait for us, that's impolite."

So Eric walked back behind him again, and Ivan and Eric who stood up finally opened their mouths side by side, showing their crooked teeth, and said, "He still treats you as a Where is the baby?"

Eric didn't say anything, and didn't show any sign of getting angry. He looked so gentle that he didn't look like him, and Ivan quickly said the second half of the sentence: "If a person can meet someone who is really in the second half of his life Those who replace their parents are the ones who don't know how lucky they are."

Eric's brows suddenly dispersed like the clouds behind him before sunset, and his straight back was more like a tall green pine than the tree shadow against the light, indifferent and resolute.

They quickly sat down on the fishing bench by the campfire, and sooner or later, Natasha and Steve came back together. Steve was carrying a drawing board covered with dew turned from frost, his eyebrows So is it.

Steve casually placed the drawing board at the entrance of the windshield wall, walked over and sat on the folding stool, Nick stubbed out the second cigarette in his hand, Schiller took out the bowls and chopsticks from the travel bag, gave Everyone distributes cutlery.

Metal lunch boxes are essential tableware for camping, and no one in the field had any objection to this retro-looking iron lunch box. Only Schiller said when he handed the lunch box to Nick: "If Peter comes Here, he'd be yelling and asking if we got it from the museum."

"I'll tell him it is," Steve said with a laugh as he served soup to everyone. "I'll say it used to be on tour around the country with my shield."

Nick laughed, as if choking, and looked down at the unfilled lunchbox again and said, "Is this really old enough for kids to associate it with antiques or something?"

"It's not new anyway." Ivan said, "But Russia isn't new either."

"There's nothing new here. Right?" Schiller said with a smile, "There's no young people or things, and there's no trendy mind."

"You can just say that it's a good idea not to bring Tony Stark." Nick snorted coldly and said, "He'll judge our cutlery for nothing in a 2,000-word long speech."

"Then I'll engrave the words 'Made by Stark Industries' on the bottom of the lunch box." Schiller pressed the flying cabbage leaves back into the bowl with a fork and said: "After he finishes his thesis Then, I'll show it to him."

"I can already imagine his choking face." Steve was overjoyed.

"But from what I know about him." Natasha turned the rectangular lunch box around in her hand, let out a hiss, looked up at Steve and said, "He'll say this is what he's going to send Your birthday present to show off his trendy sexual orientation, and he would rather die than break away from us old guys."

"God, please forgive me!"