In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 631: Schiller’s leisurely vacation (middle)
"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"
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"What's wrong?" Seeing the Viking's changed face, Schiller asked, "Are you scared?"
The Viking continued to lower his head to adjust the fishing line, and said as he adjusted: "My father said that there are no good people there. I didn't expect that there are also university professors there."
"Of course, it's a big city after all. By the way, have you ever been to college?" Schiller chatted with the Vikings to divert his attention. seasick.
The Viking shook his head and said: "I just graduated from high school a few months ago. My dad wanted me to go to college, but I didn't. I don't like being too far from the sea. This is where I was raised."
"You just graduated from high school???" Schiller looked him up and down, and found that he couldn't tell that he was only eighteen or nineteen years old.
Even though Caucasians are generally precocious, and with a beard, he will look older, but with his strong body and frame, he doesn't look like a teenager at all.
"That's why they call me a Viking. They think I'm too strong, like a pirate." After finishing the fishing line, the Viking stood up, walked to the side of the boat, cast Take a rod and test the rod.
Schiller stepped forward and stood side by side with him, looking at the vast sea, he said: "I have never seen the sea when I was born and growing up, and this is the first time I have been to the sea Vacation, it feels really good, I can understand that you like it here."
The Viking turned to look at him, raised his eyebrows in surprise and said, "Shouldn't university professors often go to the beach for vacation? Wait a minute, so you can't swim anymore?"
Schiller nodded and said: "Theoretically speaking, I have never swam. If I fell into the water, I don't know if I will drown."
"Of course." The Viking said very firmly: "The sea is not as gentle as you seem now. When she gets angry, you will experience the real natural disaster."
After speaking, he handed the fishing rod in his hand to Schiller. After Schiller took it, he adjusted it, and then began to cast the rod to fish.
After Schiller cast the pole for a while, there was no movement, but the fishing boat arrived at the more troublesome fishing spot that the Vikings said.
This is still a shoal, but there are some reefs underneath, and there are a lot of kelp and corals. It is difficult to find the shadow of fish here, let alone fishing.
The Viking also took a fishing rod and stood next to Schiller to fish. Schiller's fishing rod did not move, but the Vikings caught one after another. Half an hour later, Schiller Turning to look at the bucket of fish at the Viking's feet, he said, "You know what? If I were someone else, I wouldn't tip you."
The Viking smiled, as if the prank had succeeded, and he said: "There are a lot of rich guys who come on my fishing boat and brag about how good they are, and I will bring him here, just Like I said, the sea is not just gentle and kind, she will also teach you what failure is."
But to his surprise, Schiller was not angry, nor did he close his rod and leave, but still holding the fishing rod, looking at the sea quietly, he said: "It's okay, you said it, this It is a troublesome fishing spot, if I can catch a fish today, I will be very happy."
The Viking reeled in the rod again, took the hook out of the fish's mouth, and said, "You're the most well-mannered Gotham man I've ever seen. When the gangsters come, they're either cursing Bad luck, or you have to pay for the fish I caught."
"The joy of fishing is not in the fish, but in the unknown tension waiting for the fish to take the bait." Schiller replied.
"If you have tasted the fish soup made by my father, you won't think so." The Viking smiled again and said, "As compensation for your failure today, I will take you to my house later, Drink the fish soup he made, I have never had a university professor in my house, he should be very happy."
Schiller showed a smile and said: "Then I will enjoy your spoils without hesitation."
In this day and age, most people respect professions such as teachers and doctors, especially university professors. In this kind of simple seaside town, if a university professor visits, the local residents will be friendly to wait.
Until the sun went down, Schiller still didn't catch a single fish. The light of dusk projected into the bottom of the sea, outlining the shadows of the seaweed dancing in the water like a graceful dancing girl, and the seagulls in the distance became They circled in groups, and in front of the red sun, only small silhouettes could be seen. Looking at this scene, Schiller didn't care much about the fishing results.
About half an hour later, Schiller walked on a slightly damp stone road. He looked up at the big lighthouse in front of him and asked, "Is your home in the lighthouse?"
"Of course not, whose home will be in the lighthouse? My father is the keeper of the Bludhaven Lighthouse. I will pick him up from get off work. After all, I can't cook. If he doesn't come home, it will be a terrible night." You have to be hungry."
Schiller laughed, and the Vikings laughed too. As soon as they arrived at the door of the lighthouse, a man with gray temples came out. This kind of vicissitudes and softness that see through the world.
Viking's father warmly welcomed Schiller. Like everyone else, he was full of longing for a career as a university professor. On the way back, Schiller learned about his father's deeds from the Viking population. .
Viking's father was the longest keeper of the Brudhaven Lighthouse. He had witnessed countless ships returning home. According to him, he could recognize every ship that had docked in Brudhaven. The captain of Rudhaven also remembered every story that came out of the captain's mouth.
When the hot fish soup was served on the table, the white mist drifted upward until it touched the chandelier on the ceiling. When such a large pot of soup was placed in the center of the table, the whole room became warmer. The dark blue night sky outside the wooden window is no longer so cold.
As the Vikings said, his father's stewed fish soup is really good. This miscellaneous fish soup is very delicious, and the pepper in it makes the soup drink into the stomach with extra warmth. .
Schiller just took a sip, exhaled, and felt that his forehead was already sweating. The Viking drank a large bowl of fish soup in a few gulps, sighed long, Put the bowl on the table, and said: "My father has gained a firm foothold in this city with this bowl of fish soup. The fishermen here will sell him a little bit of face, because everyone wants to have a sip after fishing." The fragrant fish soup cooked by old Curry."
The man called Old Curry smiled gently, and he said: "That would be too exaggerated, but I did succeed in chasing your mother by virtue of my cooking skills."
"Your name is Curry? Then what's your name?" Schiller looked at the Viking and asked, and the Viking shrugged and said, "My name is Arthur, Arthur Curry, you can call me directly My little Curry, or Arthur."
Schiller nodded, took another sip of fish soup, and said, "So, this is Grace Harbor?"
"I haven't heard of this name for a long time." Old Curry sighed, he said: "This is the name given by those Europeans, which means'God forgives everything'."
"However, because our place was discovered relatively late, it has the same name as a port on another coast, so it has not been called this name in recent decades. Only an old man like me will remember this name. "
"I have also seen this name in a document. The article seems to introduce the fishery here, and the author is also very old." Schiller nodded and said.
It’s actually because Schiller has seen Port of Grace in the comics, which is actually the Aquaman in DC, which is also the hometown of Arthur Curry, the seven giants of Zhenglian, and the blond man sitting in front of him is just It was Arthur Curry.
"That makes sense." Old Curry leaned his body back on the chair, sighed relaxedly, and said, "You are really knowledgeable and talented. When this place was called Grace Port, the fishing industry was indeed more Developed, at that time, there were many more ships here than now."
"Actually, I'm also a little curious. It's so close to Gotham. Why hasn't Gotham's fishery developed? Isn't there a larger population?" Schiller asked.
Old Curry is also an experienced fisherman. He said: "It won't work. The rainy weather in Gotham is too terrible. It will not only affect people, but also affect fish. Offshore fishing is useless, and farming will not work. .”
"Every old fisherman knows that these seaweeds in the shallow sea need sunlight. The sunshine time in Gotham, let alone seaweed, is very difficult for any plant to grow. In addition, the chemical pollution in the city may affect the offshore area. Waters..." Old Curry shook his head, obviously thinking that it was impossible for Gotham to develop fisheries.
Schiller nodded and thought it made sense. The greenery he saw in Gotham City was indeed not very good. Even if there were some trees and shrubs, the growth was not satisfactory. After coming to Bludhaven, He found that the whole world was bright, and even felt a little dazzling.
But in fact, this is where normal people should stay. The weather in Gotham that wakes up at 10 in the morning is still the same as midnight, which is not suitable for human survival at all, and it is also not suitable for plants.
While Schiller was talking about fishing with old Curry, Arthur suddenly put down the bowl, stood up, and said, "I almost forgot, wait a minute, I'm going out for a while, I'll be right back! "
After finishing speaking, Arthur ran out in a hurry. The old Curry wrinkled and looked a little dissatisfied, but he didn't stop Arthur, but explained to Schiller: "Sorry, the last few days He has always been like this for months, running out in the middle of the night and returning after a long time."
Schiller smiled and said: "Could it be a relationship? Among the students I teach, there are some who like not to go home in the middle of the night, and they are all dating girlfriends."
"Who knows?" Old Curry sighed worriedly, and said, "This kid Arthur is too wild and flamboyant to please girls. Girls in the city prefer to be educated like you." , polite man, I am still worrying about his future marriage."
"They will always find their sweetheart." Schiller turned and looked out the window, just in time to see Arthur walking towards the sea, and he continued: "Children of this age are like this, impulsive, Confused and overwhelmed, but in a few years, they will grow up overnight."
"Sometimes, I don't want him to grow up." Old Curry looked at Arthur's figure outside the window, and his tone seemed to be full of a different kind of emotion~IndoMTL.com~This sentence seems to be It also means something.
After a while, the fish soup on the table was cold, and there was no more white mist coming out. The fireplace was lit, but the heat had receded.
Arthur hasn't come back yet, so Schiller took the umbrella and wanted to push the door out, but old Curry stopped him and said, "Professor, you shouldn't go out so late, Arthur will be back later Already."
"Don't worry, have you forgotten where I come from?"
"My God, you're from Gotham, so I'm worried for nothing, but you'd better come back soon, it's cold outside, be careful not to catch a cold."
Schiller put on his coat, pushed open the door, and walked into the night of Bludhaven.
This place is indeed much quieter than Gotham. There are no gang fights, no gunshots, no murderers throwing corpses, and no terrorists setting up explosives. Everything is quiet and peaceful.
Schiller followed Arthur's footprints and came to the beach not far from the house, and then he saw Arthur sitting on a rock and talking into the air.
Perhaps, it's not just the air. Schiller looked at the moonlit sea, and under the harsh waves, a school of fish was surrounding Arthur's feet. Schiller heard that Arthur said to them:
"How is he doing today? Is it? It's a pity that you can't talk, otherwise I will let you tell him. If you persist, I will sail to rescue him soon."
"What? You mean he was injured?!" Arthur raised his voice suddenly, he stood up, and said anxiously, "No, I have to sail the boat now, I have to help He!"
Under the moonlight, a voice came:
"Who do you want to help?"
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