The sky darkened at an unimaginable rate, and the few people sitting on the shore began to pack their things, Natasha trampled the flames with her boots, and then buried the fire with earth, leaving only a faint wisp of smoke.

"Did anyone tell you there might be a bear here?" Natasha said casually as she kicked the stone away from the fire.

"Did someone tell the bear that we're here here?" Schiller carried his stool and said without looking back: "Especially when someone tells Xiong that there are Russians here?" ”

The red-haired female agent burst out laughing wildly and said breathlessly, "Stop making such stereotypical jokes, it's not funny at all." ”

I only heard the voice of Ivan and Steve talking at this time intermittently coming from the front: "Yes, at that time, in order to prove that I was an adult, I rushed into the woods, and then killed a bear with my bare hands......"

Natasha pursed her lips, grimaced, quickly caught up with Schiller, patted him on the shoulder and said: "There is no such coming-of-age ceremony in Russia, and I ate cake like an American when I was an adult." ”

"And then there's the head of the previous Black Widow next to it, right?" Schiller was not at all polite.

"What kind of people do we think we are? A wild man who drinks blood? Natasha raised an eyebrow, and the light of the lakeside hut shone on her face, making her three-dimensional features undulating like mountains at night.

"Stereotypes." Schiller commented, sounding like a psychiatrist, but then added, "There are always a few Russians who have never killed anything, and they haven't killed anything in their dreams when they're drunk, right?" ”

"There must be, you go to Moscow and look for it, maybe you can find a few of these soft eggs."

They followed the light of the lake hut to the porch, and when they opened it, they found that the fireplace was not yet hot, and the room was full of damp cold air.

"Looks like we're going to start chopping wood." Striding into the house with an axe in his hand, Steve said in that bluffing tone, "'Where's the bear, where's the bear?'" '- Do I look like a Russian? ”

"You're far away, often by this time my dad has come in with a bear's head, and he chops it like wood, and the blood splatters on the firewood behind our hut......"

"Dr. Vanke, stop scaring these Americans." Natasha sat down on the couch and lifted her chin and said, "Lest our Captain America, who has always been known for his bravery, have to find a bear here to show you." ”

"Your estimate is completely wrong." Schiller picked up her words, but also teased Steve: "Our Steve is not Tony Stark, he doesn't have that kind of unseemly competitiveness, and if you provoke him, he will only vent his anger on the firewood." ”

And the good-natured Steve just took the axe and looked down and smiled and shook his head, and the sound of Nick's heavy footsteps sounded behind him, and he poked his head into the house and said, "What's the situation, why don't you have an axe?" ”

With a "hula" sound, the window behind the couch opened, and pieces of freshly chopped wood flew in, and Eric didn't even move the tips of his fingers, leaning back on the single couch as if he was sleepy, and said in that still unpleasant tone: "You guys really seem to be playing some kind of 'pretend that we don't have superpowers' game." ”

"Oh, please!" Natasha spread her hands speechlessly and said, "I thought there was any special difficulty besides wood, or you guys were trying to embarrass Captain America, how could anyone really want to chop wood?" ”

Nick immediately quickly slipped to the chair closest to the fireplace, wrapped his jacket tightly and said, "Thank God, thank you for superpowers, it's not interesting to play an ordinary person, who will make the fire a little hot?" ”

Steve also went into the house, and he crouched down beside the fireplace and lit some twigs and stuffed them in, and soon the flames were rising, and the warmth was drowsy, and in the drowsy sleep, some more aimless gossip went on without a preface.

"I don't know why you two aren't planning to start a family anymore." Nick rubbed his boots as he glanced up at Charles and Eric and said, "Eric still makes sense, he already has children, so what about you?" Charles. ”

"Do you think that children and families are interchangeable?" Charles asked rhetorically in that tone full of academic vocabulary.

"Often, it means that an attempt to start a family has failed."

"But it is not a complete failure, or if it is coerced by external forces or limited by the times, then there is no need to be pessimistic because of this." After Charles finished speaking, he glanced at Eric next to him.

"Do you think you fall in love with someone first and then start a family with him, or do you want to start a family with someone to prove that you are in love with him?" Steve asked.

"You want to ask if love and family are necessarily connected?" Schiller was looking for a possible tea set in the kitchen of the cottage and said, "Or do you want to know whether love is necessarily connected with the family, including your love interest, and also your children." ”

"I think love is only related to a sense of responsibility, and family is a manifestation of a sense of responsibility, love is strong to the depths, it is inevitable that you will want to be responsible for each other urgently, and then you will start a family." Schiller replied.

"Is it a lack of responsibility if you don't start a family? Is it that you've never been in love with someone? Natasha asked, frowning.

"That's offended too many people, including me." Schiller pulled out a small bag of tea from the cupboard, opened it and examined it, saying: "There is one more step between responsible ideas and starting a family, and that is reality, and if there are no realistic conditions, ideas are just ideas." ”

Charles turned his head to look at Eric again, and Eric was like a cat enjoying the softness of the couch and the warmth of the fireplace, and as for the rest, he was like a cat, probably hearing but not caring at all.

"So, doctor, are you not starting a family because of reality?"

It's a slightly more poignant question, but it doesn't sound so much like a forced question considering it was Captain America Steve who asked him.

"First of all, I'm an autistic person, don't ask too much of my emotional abilities." Schiller plugged the kettle into the electricity and said, "If happiness and anger are at the bottom of the pyramid, then wholehearted love for a person is the top of the pyramid, and any psychopath who lacks empathy and empathy tells you that he is genuinely in love with someone." ”

"You can't get the truth out of his mouth." Natasha looked at Steve and said, "Autism is like a standard answer to all personal questions, and you don't have much to say but sympathize with him." ”

Steve pressed his lower lip up until he pushed his upper lip up, looking like he was approving, but also like expressing dissatisfaction.

Schiller came over with a plate of hot tea, placed the teacups in front of them one by one, and said, "Of course, this is only part of the reason, generally speaking, autistic people have normal desires and hormones, so they do not have dysfunction. ”

Hearing such a topic, Natasha immediately raised her eyebrows with interest, she picked up the cup of hot tea, leaned forward, pressed her elbows together on her knees and said:

"In fact, I've courted a few professors or doctors, and the biggest reason I'm interested in them is their aggressiveness that lies inadvertently beneath their gentle and polite appearance, and the process of chasing them is like hunting a beast under the skin of a man - I love hunting to death."

Now, it was Eric's turn to glance at Charles, who was more like a dog curled up in a blanket, his eyes were always moist, and his face was cheerful, as if he didn't want to bite at all.

"Studies have shown that people's interest in people who look like ascetics is similar to the thrill of breaking a taboo, and some people deliberately hide their indulgent side in order to attract those who are interested in stealing the forbidden fruit."

"So are you so, doctor?"

"There's a possibility, too." Schiller didn't care about Natasha's slightly aggressive eyes, just looked at her and said, "Avoiding love life as much as possible is a last resort. ”

Eric glanced at Charles again, who was still innocent and cheerful, but by no means empathetic.

Natasha leaned forward, her body occupied only the front third of the couch, she held the cup in both hands, looked at Schiller from under the red broken hair, and said, "So, what is the reason for an able-bodied man to do this?" ”

Schiller sighed deeply, he gently groped the side of the teacup with his fingers and said: "Human desires always grow with age, and the pathologies of people with mental illness also grow with age......

"Again." Natasha shook her head and said, "The scholars I've pursued are half as professional and boring as yours at this time, and I'll be out of the way, doctor." ”

But at this time, Ivan next to him said thoughtfully: "Actually, I seem to have encountered this situation, I have seen someone associate violence and sexual desire, I don't know how this situation came about, but the consequences are much more serious than ordinary people think." ”

"It's not flirting." Ivan pursed his lips and said as if in memory: "That murderer stabbed a girl to death, and then he ......"

Ivan didn't seem to say the word because he was conservative, but just confused, incomprehensible and a little frightened, and he shook his head lightly and said: "When the police took him away, he was shaking with excitement and kept saying that he had given her the most 'noble' love." ”

Steve shuddered, not because of murder, but because he couldn't understand the perverted thinking in it, he took a sip of tea and calmed down, and then said: "If you love her, kill her, can this kind of person really exist?" ”

Suddenly, he realized that by shifting the subject, Schiller was actually justifying himself.

Looking at Steve's gaze at him, Schiller sat down on the couch with his teacup, shook his head and said, "Don't look at me like that, I'm not that kind of person." ”

Steve was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Schiller then say in that flat tone, "I'm not going to be taken away by the police." ”

It's an everyday unit

Writing about daily life is more brain-consuming, and hair loss is ingenious

(End of chapter)