The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 2938 Leisure Time (VIII)

Tim stuck out his tongue. It wasn't that he wanted to be so high-profile, but all his clothes were prepared by his mother and aunt, as were school bags, computer bags and other things. They were basically brand names, and the cheapest ones cost thousands of dollars. His status as a rich man was basically on his head.

The two put down their bags, and the big bearded man invited them to the dining table, where a map was placed. Tim knew that the big bearded man was the landlord, but he didn't expect that he would personally introduce the surrounding attractions to them. It seemed that Schiller would have to spend cigarettes again.

Sure enough, when the big bearded man was talking dry, Schiller handed him a pack of cigarettes. His eyes also suddenly lit up, but after looking at the young Tim, he just put the cigarette away and didn't smoke.

Then he introduced it more enthusiastically, and talked about various recommended restaurants and attractions, and even the trails where you can ride a bike. Tim now understands why this house has such a high rating on Airbnb.

After the landlord left, he found that the high rating of this house was not just because of the landlord's enthusiasm, but this cottage was indeed well maintained.

The whole cabin is made of stone, but the furniture is all made of fine solid wood, mainly on one side of the house. The first and second floors are connected by a large window. Because the terrain is high enough, you can really see most of Los Angeles.

The leather sofa on the first floor is covered with animal fur, and the carpet is also made of animal fur. However, Tim knew it was not real fur when he touched it, but imitation decorative furniture. The wall next to the sofa and various corners are full of green plants.

The kitchen is directly opposite the living room. There is also a large window here. There are several beech trees and some deciduous plants on the hillside outside, which looks very beautiful.

On the left side of the living room, opposite the bathroom door is a staircase. After going up, there are two bedrooms on the left and right. The windows of the bedrooms are not small. The fireplace on the second floor is just above the stairs, next to the small reception area.

And it is not surprising that this is a real fireplace, which means that it needs to burn wood.

Tim walked through the living room and out of the kitchen door. There was a small yard behind with a barbecue grill and chairs, but there was no wood or charcoal. He found an axe in the tool room. It seemed that they really had to chop wood themselves.

And the worse news was that this kind of house with large windows was only suitable for cities with heat island effect, and this kind of forest cabin with no one around could not keep warm with these large windows.

As soon as Tim walked into the upstairs bedroom, he felt a chill. When he found a fireplace in the bedroom, he knew that the good reviews of this house should be a little bit exaggerated.

He pushed open the door of another room and found a bigger fireplace inside. It seemed that the good reviews were quite exaggerated.

At this moment, none of the fireplaces were lit, and the whole house was chilly. After a while, Tim felt cold.

While he was touring the house, Schiller had already brought a lot of wood. Tim asked in surprise, "Where did you get it from?"

"Of course I bought it in town. Don't worry about how I got there." Schiller took off the ring on his hand and said, "Take these to your bedroom and burn them. I'll get some more later and burn them in the living room. It will be much warmer overnight."

"So you know it will be cold here?"

Schiller looked at him like a fool and said, "Is there any house in this big forest that is not cold? You don't expect there to be central air conditioning here, do you?"

Tim shrank his neck. He knew that he was a veritable flower in a greenhouse. When he went out, he went to Wayne Manor, and when he went home, he went to Drake Manor. The largest range of activities was to go to Wayne Group and Drake Group. He had never lived alone away from home and lacked some common sense.

Sometimes he felt that it was not bad for him to do so, because Dick and Jason did all the other work, and until now he still felt that it was better to stay with his brothers and sisters.

But he still went downstairs and brought the wood back to his room and lit the fireplace. He saw that the light was also on outside the crack of the door. Sure enough, the fireplace at the entrance of the second floor was also lit by Schiller.

He sat on the bed in the room and smiled at Schiller. Schiller came over and patted his head. The two went downstairs together and lit up all the fireplaces on the first floor.

After all, California has a mild Mediterranean climate. It will be a little cool in autumn, but not very cold. When the fireplace was lit, Tim immediately felt warm.

Schiller brought back some food from the town. He stewed a soup with tomatoes, beef and onions, and then sat on the threshold of the house, looking at the lights of Los Angeles and the endless night sky above.

Tim came over, pushed him aside, and squeezed with him on the threshold, which was not very spacious.

"Do you have any more cigarettes?" Tim asked.

"Don't you smoke?"

"I want to try, just one."

Schiller took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and said, "I hope you are not in the rebellious stage when you first come to my place. This stuff is not good to smoke."

Tim smiled brightly. The lights on the road below the mountain made his hair pink and golden. Every turn of his expression showed carefreeness.

Schiller picked up the lighter. Tim seemed to not know what to do with the cigarette. Schiller said, "You have to take a puff before the cigarette can be lit. Put your hand next to it to protect the fire."

Tim took a deep breath as he said. The moment the spark was lit, he felt a stream of smoke rushing straight into his nasal cavity along his upper palate. It was a completely different smell from second-hand smoke.

Tim took away the cigarette and blew out a puff of smoke. Schiller asked him with a smile: "Is it good to smoke?"

Tim turned to look at him, shook his head, but took another puff, looked up at the night sky above his head and said, "Thank you, I don't think Bruce will teach me how to smoke."

"You're welcome. You performed much better than Peter. The first time he smoked, I didn't get the Chinese cigarettes and he choked and coughed for two minutes."

Tim hugged his legs with his arms and laughed softly, as if he could imagine the embarrassment of a boy about his age.

"I always encourage young people to try more. You will never know how choking this stuff is until you take a puff." Schiller put away the pack of cigarettes and said: "But, furthermore, forget it. I Marijuana always smells like vomit, what about you?”

Tim recalled some bad memories. He said: "Jason often visited his brothers and sisters some time ago. I am embarrassed to say it, but every time he came back, I was smelled by the smell of vomit on him. Gotta want to die."

Tim put his chin on his hand and said, "I've never been to that kind of neighborhood. Sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong with my nose. Thank you for telling me it's not."

"Have you discussed this with him?"

"He can tell, so he changes his clothes every time he gets home. Occasionally he mentions a few words. Most of the time it's not that he doesn't want to persuade, but that he has no choice. I can completely understand him."

When the cigarette was about to burn out, Tim took one last puff, very hard, and he could clearly feel that he was being choked, but he still exhaled the smoke, yawned and said, "I really don't find this thing refreshing. Coffee is better.”

Schiller stood up and said: "Go back, we will go to the town to drink coffee early tomorrow morning."

The two stood up, and Schiller served Tim hot soup. After they finished dinner, they locked the doors and windows.

The fireplace burned hot all night, and Tim was woken up by thirst early the next morning.

He woke up very early, and the morning dew in the forest hung on the glass. The dewdrops were falling as the temperature rose. Tim went to the kitchen and poured a large glass of water. After drinking it down, he felt like he was alive again.

But unfortunately, his too delicate voice was mute due to the cigarette he smoked yesterday. Then Schiller got up and checked him with a flashlight. They both breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the tonsils were not inflamed.

Schiller poured him some hot water, and Tim rested his elbows on the island, holding the cup in his hand and asked, "Why not hot milk?"

"Milk is hair..." Schiller didn't know how to express this concept, so he said: "Excessive intake of protein at this time is not a good thing. I am a doctor, listen to me."

Tim didn't care. After drinking the hot water, he sweated and felt much better. Then he expressed his gratitude to Schiller for taking out the cigarette and shaking it in front of him.

After the two packed up, they called the black guy who was called Little Black Dog yesterday. It was obvious that he was still dreaming, so his uncle drove over and picked them up and took them to the town.

His uncle was obviously more experienced and introduced all the surrounding attractions along the way. The car stopped in front of a coffee shop. Schiller led Tim out of the car after giving him a tip.

They saw a car rental agency on the road and planned to ask about it later, but decided to go to the coffee shop first.

The decoration of this coffee shop is incredible. When the menu was brought out, Schiller understood that this must be the Internet celebrity shop that became popular on short video software. The price is a bit too amazing, almost half of that in New York. .

Tim was in urgent need of caffeine, and he didn't think it was expensive. He ordered a variety of items worth two to three hundred dollars, and generously gave a tip of 20 yuan. The waiter's face was filled with joy.

"Traveling is for enjoyment." Tim said: "My mother often tells me this. If you don't have money, just stay at home. The purpose of going out is to spend money happily. This is the meaning of making money."

"This is small money for you, young master." Schiller said with a smile.

"What are we going to do next?" Tim asked, "Pamela won't arrive until this evening. I guess she would be more willing to live in the town."

"Why?"

"I just saw several beautiful anchors."

Schiller rolled her eyes slightly and said, "No more than what's on her watch list. She said she hasn't tried Latinas yet."

Tim began to tell Schillercoop about Pamela's ridiculous behavior, saying that she had two girlfriends at the same time in Gotham University, and then one of the girlfriends had two partners, a male and a female, and the male partner of the two partners Fucked with Pamela's other girlfriend, and then the first girlfriend started fighting with the second one.

Soon, the butter croissant was delivered, and the hot coffee was put on the table. The two spent the morning in the atmosphere of gossip. Schiller found that Tim really loved gossip. At least you asked this question. Ask Jason or Dick, and they've probably never heard of it.

And Tim said that this was his sensitivity to information. Besides, the complete version of this gossip was told to him by Bruce.

"I'm curious, didn't the two of them beat Pamela?" Schiller felt that he was also quite gossipy.

"Both of them wanted to find trouble with Pamela at the same time, but Pamela was more sensitive in this regard. She hid in the laboratory and refused to come out."

"Won't they go in?"

"Her laboratory is full of cabbages. Who dares to go in?"

"I bet she had this in mind when she studied vegetables that beat people."

“This is the main consideration.”

The two clinked their coffee cups lightly. When they left, the waiter came to pay them. The enthusiastic Latino guy asked curiously, “Are you father and son?”

“Of course not. I’m a doctor and he’s my nephew. I came here for vacation and brought him here.”

“Yes, uncle.” Tim shouted sarcastically.

Then they started to wander around the town, rented a red car at a car rental company, and slowly drove into the city of Los Angeles.