(a)

We sat on the warmed kang and drank and chatted.

The vodka Katya brought from home was so strong that I took a small sip and quickly spit it out, it felt like I was drinking a blade and slitting my tongue and mouth! I don't understand why men can swallow such things!

Katya looked at my expression and couldn't help but laugh and said that I was like the kitten he fed at home. Once, his brother was very naughty and dipped a little vodka on the cat's tongue while the cat was sleeping and snoring. As a result, the cat woke up with a roar, and the shocked expression on his face was unforgettable for the Katya brothers. After recovering from the shock, the cat immediately jumped onto the top of the highest cabinet in the house, and from then on refused to come down from the top of Katya's brother as long as he was at home. This vigilance and hostility remained in place for months. Katya said, your expression and eyes just now are exactly the same as our cat.

Mr. Yichen and Mr. Shen both laughed. My face flushed.

But I don't think the reluctance to drink is a drawback.

Mr. Yichen said to Katya, "She likes to drink tea. Is there anything to boil water? She knows how to make tea herself, and she brings British flavored tea bags. ”

So, there was a small tin stove in the corner of the wooden house. Presumably, this is the traditional stove. Katya brought in some firewood and stuffed it into the hearth, lit the tin stove, and then brought in a samovar of black iron, which looked very old.

Katya said that it was a samovar brought from his home because there are always tourists who are reluctant to use the electric kettle and want to experience how the locals boil water to make tea.

He said the samovar was his grandmother's dowry, and it had been used for at least 40 years.

"But, don't worry, it's clean, I wipe it carefully every day, inside and out, and the first pot of water is for sanitization. It won't affect the taste of your tea. "Katya is a very meticulous child, good and considerate.

For people who really like to drink, the appetizer is not important.

Mr. Yichen and Mr. Shen's appetizers that day were boiled beans in a can, and a plate of pickled cucumbers that were very salty. Mr. Shen said that there were still some smoked grouses in the camp, which had been bought from local hunters and were going to be taken home as souvenirs (gifts) for the company's vacationers. He told Katya to fetch a smoked grouse. Liang Sheng hurriedly stopped it. Liang Sheng had gradually started to eat vegetarian at that time, and it was not a last resort, he generally did not take the initiative to choose meat.

They opened the conversation box, recounting to each other the simple experiences of so many years since they were separated in their youth. Mr. Yichen talked about how he met me, how he became a collaborator with me, how he is a partner now, why he chose to come here for a vacation, and when he changed his Chinese name Yichen. Mr. Shen talked about how he was transferred from the editorial position to the Tokyo headquarters as an administrative secretary, how he participated in the management work with Mr. Kato Jr., how he became a project supervisor, how he found a good way to shorten the construction period and reduce costs, how he became an independent project manager, how he embarked on the road of infrastructure management, how he was commissioned to build this holiday camp, and what he has done for the holiday camp over the years.

In the sound of boiling water from the samovar, before they knew it, they had already drunk three rounds, and their faces were red and slightly drunk.

Mr. Yichen noticed that the conversation just now seemed to have little to do with me, and he was afraid that I would feel left out if I listened all the time and couldn't interject.

He hurriedly changed the topic and asked, "What is the matter with the Lanling King and the rabbit you just said?" ”

So, Mr. Shen smiled and told Mr. Yichen the ins and outs of the matter.

(b)

A year ago, before I visited the area, I heard Mr. Kato say that the company was building a unique holiday camp as a good place for people to get close to nature, and I was intrigued.

I asked Mr. Kato for the phone number of the person in charge of camp construction, and I got in touch with Mr. Shen.

Mr. Shen welcomed me very warmly and formally invited me to experience a natural retreat after the completion of the tour.

He gushed on the phone, full of confidence in the project.

He said that this camp was the best place for writers. He said that it was more pure and peaceful than Rousseau's Walden, and that it was a paradise for the writer's soul.

When he mentioned Rousseau and Walden, I immediately became a little more fond of him. We talked on the phone for a while.

When I arrived at the camp, everything was still under construction, many of the wooden houses had just been framed, and the foundations were still being excavated in some places.

Mr. Shen wore a hard hat and walked through the messy construction site to greet me.

The road was full of mud, and I followed him step by step.

Fearing that I would fall, he grabbed my arm hard along the way, occasionally pulling me away from the quagmire hidden next to the building materials.

He showed me a mock-up of the design. The camp on the picture is what I see in front of me.

While explaining the details on the map, he painted the romantic life of the future holiday camp with a fluttering eyebrow.

We stopped at a low earthen wall, stood on a pile of wood, and looked out at the River Ner, which flowed through the outskirts of the town.

Mr. Shen pointed me in the direction of the Winter Lake and compared its size on the drawing.

At this moment, there was a noise of chickens flying and dogs jumping on the other side of the earthen wall.

It was too late, but it was too late, and suddenly a white lightning bolt burst from the side of the earthen wall and flew against my cheek, and I felt a lot of mud spots being thrown on my cheeks.

I exclaimed. Before the cry fell, another black shadow leaped in from the earthen wall, leaped between me and Mr. Shen, and pounced on the white lightning.

This black and white began to chase frantically around the construction site.

In an instant, the yard was filled with the barking of furious dogs.

(c)

I rubbed the mud spots on my face with the back of my hand.

At this time, a chubby middle-aged woman's flushed face was revealed on the earthen wall. There was a little helplessness on her face.

Mr. Shen said that it was the aunt of the neighbor next door to the camp.

The neighbor's aunt gestured to us, repeating a few words I didn't understand at a rapid pace.

Mr. Shen listened for a while, and then translated for me and said, "The white thing that jumped past my face just now was a hare." It may have been so hungry that it ran out of the woods in broad daylight, slipped into the garden next door, and ate the fat leaves there. When he was eating and being intoxicated, he was found by a big black dog fed by a neighbor. The big black dog pounced on the rabbit without mercy. Frightened, the rabbit unleashed its amazing potential for life, and even jumped more than two feet, escaped from under the dog's fangs, jumped over the earthen wall, and ran to our construction site. And where the dog is willing to let go of the fat that reaches his mouth, he also jumps over the wall desperately to chase after it.