OBS Chapter 2938 Leisure Time (8)
Chapter 2938 Leisure Time (8)
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 his school bags, computer bags and the like. They were basically all brand names, and the cheapest ones cost thousands of dollars. His status as a rich man was basically written on his head.
The two put down their bags, and the bearded man invited them to the dining table, where there was a map. Tim knew that the 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 money on cigarettes again.
Sure enough, when the bearded man was talking until his mouth was dry, Schiller handed him a pack of cigarettes. His eyes suddenly lit up, but after looking at the young Tim, he put the cigarette away and didn't smoke it.
Then he became more enthusiastic about the place, recommending various restaurants, attractions, and even bike trails. Tim now understood why the house had such a high rating on Airbnb.
After the landlord left, he discovered that the high ratings for the house were not just due to the landlord's hospitality, but also because the cottage was indeed well maintained.
The entire 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 indeed see most of Los Angeles.
The leather sofa on the first floor was covered with animal fur, and the carpet was also made of animal fur, but when Tim touched it he knew it was not real fur, but imitation decorative furniture. The wall next to the sofa and every corner were filled with green plants.
The kitchen is directly opposite the living room, and 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, directly 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 also quite large. The fireplace on the second floor is just above the stairs, next to the small reception area.
And quite unsurprisingly, this is a real fireplace, which means it burns wood.
Tim walked through the living room and out the kitchen door. There was a small yard at the back with a barbecue grill and chairs, but no wood or charcoal. He did find an axe in the tool room, so it seemed they would have to chop the wood themselves.
And the worse news is that this type of house with large window structures is only suitable for cities with heat island effect, and this kind of forest cabin with no birds around cannot keep warm with these large windows.
As Tim walked into the upstairs bedroom, he felt a cool breeze. When he found a fireplace in the bedroom, he knew that the good reviews of this house might be justified.
He pushed open the door of another room and found a bigger fireplace inside. It seemed that the good reviews were not without merit.
At the 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 over a lot of wood. Tim was a little surprised and asked, "Where did you get it from?"
"Of course I bought them in town. Don't worry about how I got there." Schiller took off the dangling ring on his hand and said, "Take these to your bedroom and burn them first. I'll get some more and burn them in the living room. It will be much warmer overnight."
"So you knew it was going to be cold here?"
Schiller looked at him like a fool and said, "How can a house in a forest like this not be cold? You don't expect there to be central air conditioning here, do you?"
Tim shrank his neck. He knew that he was a real flower in a greenhouse. When he went out, he went to Wayne Manor, and when he came home, he went to Drake Manor. The largest range of his 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 thought it was okay because Dick and Jason did all the other work, and even now he felt that it was better to stay with his brothers and sisters.
But he still went downstairs and carried the wood back to his room and lit the fireplace. He saw that the light was also shining outside the crack in the door. Sure enough, the fireplace at the entrance to 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 him on the head. They went downstairs together and lit up all the fireplaces on the first floor.
After all, California has a mild Mediterranean climate. It can be a little cool in autumn, but not very cold. When the fireplace is lit, Tim immediately feels warm.
Schiller brought back some food from the town. He made a soup of tomatoes, beef and onions, 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 to begin with.
"Do you have any more cigarettes?" Tim asked.
"You don't smoke, do you?"
"I want to try it, so I'll smoke one."
Schiller pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and said, "I hope you're not in your rebellious phase when you first come to me. This stuff is nothing good."
Tim smiled widely, the lights from the road below turning his hair pink and gold, and every turn of his expression showed carefreeness.
Schiller picked up the lighter, and Tim seemed to be unsure of 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 flame."
Tim took a deep breath as he was told, and the moment the spark was ignited, he felt a stream of smoke rushing along his palate into his nasal cavity. The smell was completely different from secondhand smoke.
Tim put away his cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke. Schiller smiled and asked him, "Is it good to smoke?"
Tim turned to look at him and shook his head, but took another puff and also looked up at the night sky above him and said, "Thanks, I guess Bruce won't teach me to smoke."
"You're welcome. You're much better than Peter. The first time he smoked, I hadn't gotten any Chinese cigarettes yet, 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 thing is if you don't take a puff." Schiller put away the pack of cigarettes and said, "But forget it. I always feel that marijuana smells like vomit. What about you?"
Tim recalled some bad memories. He said, "Jason often went to visit his brothers and sisters some time ago. I was embarrassed to say it, but every time he came back, I was suffocated by the smell of vomit on his body."
Tim rested 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 see it, so he changes his clothes every time he gets home. Occasionally he mentions it a few times. Most of the time it's not that he doesn't want to persuade me, but he has no choice. I can completely understand him."
When the cigarette was about to burn out, Tim took a last puff, very hard, and could clearly feel that he was choking, but he still exhaled the smoke, yawned and said, "I really don't think this thing refreshes me. Coffee is better."
Schiller stood up and said, "Let's go back. We'll go to town for coffee tomorrow morning."
The two men stood up, and Schiller served Tim some hot soup. After they finished their dinner, they locked the doors and windows.
The fireplace burned hot all night, and Tim was awakened by thirst the next morning.
He woke up very early. The morning dew in the forest hung on the glass. The dewdrops were sliding down as the temperature rose. Tim went to the kitchen and poured a large glass of water. After drinking it down in one gulp, he felt like he was alive again.
But unfortunately, his overly delicate voice became hoarse because of the cigarette he smoked yesterday. Schiller got up and checked him with a flashlight. Seeing that his tonsils were not inflamed, they both breathed a sigh of relief.
Schiller poured him some hot water, and Tim leaned his elbows on the island, holding the cup in his hands and asked, "Why not hot milk?"
"Milk is a hairy food..." Schiller didn't know how to express this concept, so he said, "It's not a good thing to consume too much protein at this time. I'm a doctor, listen to me."
Tim didn't care. After drinking the hot water, he felt much better after sweating. Then he declined Schiller's suggestion of taking out a cigarette and waving it in front of him.
After the two of them packed up, they called the black guy who was called Little Black Dog yesterday. It was obvious that he was still in a dream, so his uncle drove over to pick them up and took them to town.
His uncle was obviously more experienced and introduced all the surrounding attractions along the way. The car stopped in front of a cafe, and Schiller gave Tim a tip and led him out of the car.
They saw a car rental agency on the road and planned to ask there later, but they went into the coffee shop first.
The decoration of this coffee shop is incredibly good. As soon as the menu was brought, Schiller realized that this should be the internet celebrity restaurant that became popular on short video software. The prices are a bit too shocking, almost half of those in New York.
Tim was in desperate need of caffeine, and he didn't think it was expensive, so he ordered a variety of things worth two or three hundred dollars, and generously gave a 20-dollar tip. The waiter's face was full of joy.
"Travel is for enjoyment." Tim said: "My mother always told me that if you don't have money, just stay at home. Going out is to spend money happily. This is the meaning of making money."
"That's small change for you, young master," Schiller said with a smile.
"What are we going to do next?" Tim asked. "Pamela won't be here until tonight, and I think she'd prefer to stay in town."
"why?"
"I just saw several beautiful anchors."
Schiller rolled his eyes slightly and said, "It won't be more than what's on her wish list. She said she hasn't tried Latina beauty yet."
Tim began to explain to Schiller Pamela's ridiculous behavior, saying that she had two girlfriends at the same time at Gotham University, and one of her girlfriends had two partners, a man and a woman. The man of the two partners had an affair with Pamela's other girlfriend, and then the first girlfriend fought with the second girlfriend.
Soon, butter croissants were delivered and hot coffee was served on the table. The two spent the morning in an atmosphere of gossip. Schiller discovered that Tim really loved gossip. At least if you asked Jason and Dick this question, they might not have heard of it.
Tim said that this was his keen awareness of information. Besides, it was Bruce who told him the full version of the gossip.
"I'm curious, didn't the two of them beat Pamela?" Schiller thought he was quite gossipy.
"They both wanted to cause trouble for Pamela at the same time, but Pamela was more perceptive in this regard and she hid in the laboratory and refused to come out."
"Won't they go in?"
"Her lab is full of cabbages that can kill people. Who dares to go in?"
"I bet she had that in mind when researching vegetables that hit people."
“This is the main consideration.”
The two clinked their coffee cups together and when they left, the waiter came to pay their bill. 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 wandering around the town, went to a car rental agency, rented a red car, and slowly drove into the city of Los Angeles.