The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

What's the matter? Seeing the Viking's changed expression, Schiller asked, Are you scared?

The Viking continued to straighten the fishing line with his head down, and said while doing it: My father said that the people there are not good people. 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. After all, he was also afraid that he would really get 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, realizing that he was only eighteen or nineteen years old.

Even though white people 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, and cast a rod , to test the rod.

Schiller stepped forward and stood side by side with him, looking at the vast sea, he said: During the years when I was born and growing up, I have never seen the sea. It's really nice and I can understand how much 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, I've never swam, and if I fell into the water, I don't know if I would 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 throw the rod to fish.

After Schiller threw his pole for a while, there was no movement, but the fishing boat arrived at the more troublesome fishing spot that the Vikings said.

Here 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 didn't move, but the Vikings caught one after another. Half an hour later, Schiller turned his head and looked at the fish. To the bucket of fish at the Viking's feet, say: You know what? If someone else, I will definitely not give you a tip.

The Viking smiled, and as if the prank had worked, he said, There's a lot of rich guys coming on my boat and bragging about how good they're fishing, and I'll bring him in here, like I said Yes, the sea is not just a gentle side, she will also teach you what failure is.

But to his surprise, Schiller was not angry, nor did he take up the rod and leave, but still held the rod and looked at the sea quietly, and said, It's okay, you've already said it, this is a troublesome one. If I can catch a fish a day 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 reserved 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 catch.

The joy of fishing is not in the fish, but in the unknown tension of 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 and drink the fish soup he made. I have never had a college professor in my house, and he should be very happy.

Schiller smiled and said, Then I'll enjoy your spoils without hesitation.

In this era, most people respect professions such as teachers and doctors, especially university professors. In such a small seaside town with simple folk customs, if a university professor visits, the local residents will treat them kindly.

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 girl dancing, and the seagulls flocking in the distance He was hovering, and in front of the red sun, only small silhouettes could be seen. Seeing 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 is in the lighthouse? My father is the keeper of the Bludhaven Lighthouse. I'll pick him up from get off work. After all, I can't cook. If he doesn't come home, he'll be hungry tonight. Stomach.

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. See through the vicissitudes and tenderness of the world.

The 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. Wen's captain also remembers 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, and the dark blue outside the wooden window The dark night sky also seemed no longer so cold.

As the Vikings said, his father's skill in stewing fish soup is really good. This miscellaneous fish soup is very delicious, and the pepper in it makes the soup have extra warmth when it is drunk into the stomach.

As soon as Schiller took a sip and exhaled, he felt that his forehead was already sweating. The Viking drank a large bowl of fish soup in a few gulps, sighed long, and put the bowl on the On the table, he 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 of old Curry after returning from fishing. The fragrant fish soup boiled.

The man called Old Curry smiled gently, and said, That would be too exaggerated, but I did succeed in chasing your mother by virtue of my cooking skills.

Your surname 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 just call me Xiaoku Ray, or Arthur.

Schiller nodded, took another sip of the fish soup, and said, So, this is the Port of Mercy?

I haven't heard of this name for a long time. Old Curry sighed, he said: This is the name given by the 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 much in recent decades. Only an old man like me will remember this name.

I have also seen this name in a document. That article seems to introduce the fishery here, and the author is also very old. Schiller nodded and said.

In fact, it is because Schiller has seen Port of Grace in the comics, which is actually the Aquaman in DC, which is the hometown of Arthur Curry, the seven giants of Zhenglian, and the blond man sitting in front of him is Arthur. Currie.

Then it makes sense. Old Curry leaned 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 relatively developed. Then Back then, there were many more boats 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.

Old fishermen know that these seaweeds in the shallow sea need sunlight. Gotham's sunshine time, let alone seaweeds, it is very difficult for any plant to grow. In addition, the chemical pollution in the city may affect the offshore 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 The world is bright, and even feels a little dazzling.

But in fact, this is where normal people should stay. The weather in Gotham that wakes up at 10 am and is still the same as midnight is not suitable for human survival at all, and it is also not suitable for plant survival.

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, in recent months he It’s always like this, running out in the middle of the night, and coming back 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 and polite like you. A polite man, I'm 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 unaware. 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. His tone seemed to be full of a different kind of emotion, and this sentence seemed to mean 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 hadn't come back yet, so Schiller took an 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.

Don't worry, have you forgotten where I come from?

Oh my God, you're from Gotham, so it seems like I'm worrying for nothing, but you'd better come back quickly, it's a bit cold outside, be careful not to catch a cold.

Schiller put on his coat, pushed open the door, and walked into the night in 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, under the majestic waves, a school of fish was surrounding Arthur’s feet. Schiller heard that Arthur said to them:

How is he doing today? Isn't 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 him!

Under the moonlight, a voice came:

Who do you want to help?