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

"Then please forgive us for being stupid and unprofessional for not digging up your answer, which is buried a thousand feet below the words."

Schiller laughed deeply, and Natasha turned her head and stared at Schiller in some surprise, as if she saw in him a very different vitality than before.

"Where are we? Family comes from a sense of responsibility, and a sense of responsibility comes from love, and it is not clear where love comes from, maybe it is hormones, at least sex comes from this. ”

"But you also mentioned that people with autism don't have such disorders." Nick noted.

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

Natasha raised one eyebrow, pressed the index finger of the hand that was resting her elbow on the couch to the corner of her jaw, and said with interest, "Do you mean you associate violence with sex, doctor?" ”

"And we talked about what the serious consequences of violence are." Schiller is like discussing objective facts that have nothing to do with him.

"Extreme violence brings death, and you associate sex with death? In what way? ”

When Natasha finished asking this question, Schiller seemed to be a little sleepy, he straightened up from the couch, put the empty teacup on the coffee table, yawned and said, "I'm a little tired, let's go upstairs and rest." ”

After saying that, he stood up and walked upstairs without waiting for the other people to speak, and Natasha, who felt that the conversation was in a good situation, was obviously not willing to give up, she opened her mouth a little anxiously, but felt that if Schiller didn't want to say, it was useless for her to ask.

"A good start, right?" Natasha shook her head helplessly, watched Schiller's figure disappear upstairs, and looked at Nick and said, "At least we know that Schiller doesn't choose to have a permanent or temporary partner, nor does he start a family, probably because some of his actions will bring harm to the other party." ”

"Whether that's really the case, we'll just have to wait and see." Nick also stood up, patted the fireplace ash falling from his knees, and said as he walked upstairs, "I always think it's not that simple, but it's always good that he's willing to speak." ”

Soon, the rest of the people dispersed in twos and threes, and the proper dampness and darkness in the lakeside hut allowed the group of people who were often pampered in the city to sleep well.

The next morning, Schiller was woken up by a cool breeze that blew the corner of the curtain into his face, and there was some cold moisture on it, and Schiller woke up almost instantly, and he sat up from his bed, and when he got dressed, he 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 else, we'll leave at six o'clock, although it's a remote place, no one will compete with us, but it's better to go early."

Schiller sat down at the kitchen island and yawned slightly, still looking a little sleepy, and Natasha, who had finished handling the ground coffee, was stunned for a moment when she turned around, and then looked at Schiller from head to toe.

The female agent didn't say anything, but turned back, and at this time, Steve and Nick walked into the house, they were all in a bitter cold, Steve took off his thick coat, shook vigorously, and stomped his foot on the threshold before entering.

Seeing Schiller, who was waiting for coffee, Steve laughed and asked with some surprise, "Doctor, why didn't you wear glasses today?" ”

Schiller didn't seem to be very conscious yet, he didn't say anything and got off the high chair, turned around and walked towards the second floor and said, "I forgot, I'll go upstairs and get it." ”

Steve shook his head inexplicably and sat down in another high chair, but Nick and Natasha exchanged glances instantly, Steve didn't know what dumb riddle they were playing, so he had to ask, "What's wrong?" ”

"No, nothing." Nick shook his head.

"It's only the first time I've seen Schiller's eyes so clearly." Natasha shrugged her shoulders and said, "The glasses he used to wear were too obstructive to his vision. ”

Steve followed their words and looked at Schiller, who had put his glasses back on and walked out, but he didn't see anything different, so he had to take coffee from Natasha and talk about ice fishing.

"The ice was pretty thick, and we met the forester at the edge of the woodland, and he smashed it open with an awl, and a trout jumped out at once, and they had been holding under the ice for a long time."

"In the summer, there are boating trips on the lake." Nick added, "Despite the ban on feeding, there are still tourists who drop food scraps into the lake, so the fish here are all good-looking, even though the trout is underage, but it's quite powerful." ”

"Strong enough to slap you?" Natasha asked with a smile.

"Don't talk nonsense, you didn't slap me, and I was quickly stopped by Steve." Nick touched the coffee cup with Steve in his hand, let out a "tsk" sound in his mouth, and said, "Why didn't you bring Tony?" Otherwise, he would have known what it was like to be slapped by a trout. ”

Schiller sat down on the edge of the island and slowly sipped his piping hot coffee, until a full cup of espresso was in his stomach, and he coughed softly twice and asked, "What's today's schedule?" ”

"We'll be fishing on the lake all day, that's all."

"Isn't there really a need to separate one person to prepare other food?" Schiller sighed, looking like he had little hope for the harvest.

Steve and Nick immediately raised their voices, repeatedly insisting that they had enough fish for a whole fish feast, and Natasha shook her head as if she had had enough of them.

Eric and Charles walked in through the back door of the cabin, Eric took off his thick gloves, and Charles said, "We've got enough wood to deal with tonight, when are we going to go fishing?" ”

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

After that, the group dressed up and took the necessary fishing gear, folding stools, food ignition devices, bait and other necessary fishing equipment, in addition, Steve also carried the ice-breaking equipment on his back.

On the way to the designated place, the ice was misty, and it seemed even more cold and lonely, but fortunately, the mountains in the distance were quite elegant, and they chatted for a while on the way, but most of them were talking about fishing skills.

"Ice fishing is more rewarding and rewarding than regular fishing, but that's not because you're a good angler, it's just that the fish are extra vulnerable during the season, and the more remote and cold it is, the more so." Ivan spoke.

"In Russia, especially near my house, where people don't have the same leisure and elegance as you, we fish in the winter to fill our stomachs, and when we have five fishing rods at home, we will smash five holes apart, and we will hold up the rods, and in two or three days we will catch enough fish to eat all winter."

"Once, I ran for my life in the forest." Natasha also spoke: "I saw an open field of ice appear in my field of vision over the layers of bushes, I found a stone and smashed a big hole in the ice, and an unlucky barracuda jumped out, and it gave me a full meal, and I didn't bleed much. ”

"Why are your memories in Russia always so hard?" Nick turned back and asked, "Snowstorms, endless ice fields, people who are cold and hungry, my God, don't you have some warm memories?" ”

"Of course there is, didn't I say, we ate fish all winter, and every meal was warm." Ivan said naturally.

"I survived on that fish, isn't that warm enough?" Natasha is also very rightfully so.

"Every full meal you can find in the bitter cold is the most precious thing in the world." Eric said a rare long sentence with a rhetorical complexity, causing Charles to look at him again.

"Well, the Yankees are pampered and don't know what to do." Nick laughed to himself.

In the midst of casual conversation, they finally came to the open field that Nick and Steve had chosen, surrounded on three sides by mountains, a small lake formed by the tributaries of the great lake next to it, and where the fog lifted.

They set their tools apart, set up their stools and tables, put them in the same wind-shielding area, set up a cluster of flames out of empty oil drums, and then began to look for a place to dig the ice.

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

Steve and Nick stood by and watched Ivan observe the thickness of the ice, and Natasha strode over with a wave of her arms and crouched next to the spot Ivan had chosen.

Ivan reached out and stomped on the ground in front of him, signaling that this was the place, and then told the others to step away, first reaching out and knocking a smaller ice pick in, then shaking it from side to side, burrowing a cone into the thicker ice.

Then he knocked the big ice pick into it, poured some water on the ground, and then spread the waste newspaper on it, and soon the supercooled water firmly fixed the waste newspaper on the ice, Ivan stepped on it to prevent it from slipping, and then began to beat the ice pick hard.

Breaking the ice is a job that sounds simple, but it actually requires a certain amount of skill, because you can't just knock a hole in the ice to fish, and the location and shape of the ice cave are very particular.

Ivan was busy for a long time, Steve also went up to help, and four or five people were busy for ten minutes before opening an ice cave, and then they began to calculate the distance, bearing, and even the direction of the wind to dig a second one.

After opening several ice caves in a row, Natasha said: "I think it's almost over, we can work in groups of two or three, catch as many fish as possible to solve the problem of eating, and then it's not too late to get together and talk." ”

This proposal was well received by everyone, and now they are very enthusiastic about ice fishing and more concerned about the harvest, so of course they mainly focus on fishing, and when they are tired of fishing, or need to warm up, they can get together again to chat and achieve social purposes.

Schiller wanted to go and join forces with Steve and Nick, but Natasha waved her hand and came to him, and said, "There's nothing to talk about when the Russians stay together, let's go in groups of two." ”

Schiller nodded indifferently, then turned to look at Natasha who was packing up her fishing gear, and said, "How are your fishing skills?" ”

"Barely enough to feed the two of us."

"Then it's all on you."

"Do you have terrible fishing skills?"

"It's good for the fish."

(End of chapter)