I really don't want to hang up

Chapter 454 The Wooden House
Sunset and dusk take away the tiredness of the day.

A pickup truck was driving on a country road. The road was not smooth. Under the roar of the engine, the pickup truck kept shaking, enjoying the bumps and fatigue.

"Damn, why do we have to suffer this?"

On the co-pilot, a woman complained,

"I'm supposed to go skiing this weekend. I've already bought my air ticket. This season is the best for skiing. There are not many vacations like this."

"Shut up, Meg."

The man in the driver's seat said unhappily,

"I told you [-] times on the way here, John is leaving, we friends, no matter what, we have to give it away."

The man was wearing a fisherman's uniform, and there were a lot of fishing tackle in the pickup truck. Whether it was the clothes and equipment, or the sunburn marks on his face and hands, it all proved one thing - he was obviously an experienced fisherman.

Their destination was a wooden house by a lake.

The salmon in the lake are very delicious and very large.

Men don't come here to fish many times, but every time they come back with a full reward.

Meg screamed,

"Jack, don't think I don't know, you just miss his cabin! Let me tell you, I don't allow you to guard the cabin for him. If I give you the key, you can't wait to come fishing every week!"

The man named Jack silently rolled his eyes and ignored his wife.

Jack, Meg, these are easy to remember names.

Both of them are university professors, and they came to the wooden house today to see off a colleague named John.

This colleague has been with them for nearly ten years, and he is gentle and harmless. It is difficult to say what is good about him, but he can't say what is wrong with him either.

There is always a kind of person in life, like a transparent person, it is difficult to impress others.

John is that kind of person.

It was almost dark when Jack and Meg got to the cabin.

Even so, the first thing Jack did after he parked the car was to get his fishing tackle in the compartment, his eyes kept drifting to the lake, and he muttered about some ridiculous jokes such as night fishing that only produces big fish.

Meg couldn't understand that no matter how big the fish Jack caught, it couldn't compare with the value of his tackle.

A lot of money wasted on these useless things, what a waste!

The temperature by the lake was already colder than usual places. Now that winter is over and spring is coming, the temperature will naturally be even colder.

Meg couldn't bear the cold, so she went straight to the cabin after getting off the car, complaining about something.

Since she got into the car, tonight must be wasted in this wooden house.

Since she was unhappy, Meg didn't intend to make others feel better. No matter who met her at this time, she would be hurt.

When Meg entered the house, she found that there were more people than she thought.

They seemed to be the last to arrive.

There were already four people in the cabin, three of them were surrounded by one person, and they all gathered by the fireplace, seeming to be chatting about something.

"Hey, you guys, you know you're lazy when you come early, and you don't even want to clean the bathroom. There's water all over the floor. My God, it's a mess."

Meg began to nitpick, feeling that the wet ground could not even find a place to stay, she kept changing seats with small steps, her face full of displeasure.

She struggled to move her body, and she looked like she was doing a tap dance, which was a little funny.

"Meg, don't say a few words."

An alcoholic with a red nose took a sip from the bottle,
"We just did a great deed - saved a man!"

"Heh, people like you can do good deeds? Your greatest contribution to society is to bring a wine bottle to the grave earlier!"

Meg obviously knew the drunkard and treated him badly, even kicking him when passing by.

Only then did Meg notice that the young man surrounded by the crowd was a little strange.

He turned his back on Meg earlier, and Meg thought he was John, but unexpectedly, it turned out to be a strange young man?
"I can testify for Mr. Griffin, Sho--"

Wrapped in a blanket, the young man, with wet hair and pale face, said tremblingly,
"He did a good job, he got me out of the lake."

"In the lake?"

How could a person run into the lake by himself?
Before Meg could figure out what was going on, Jack came in with the fishing tackle. Looking at the water marks on the ground, he immediately recovered,
"Who caught something big? Who caught it?"

Jack was so excited that he asked twice in a row.

When he asked, he had already complained to his wife a thousand times in his heart.

If it hadn't been for Meg's delay in setting off for too long, she would have arrived at the cabin long ago, maybe she was the one who caught the big fish.
It's not too late now, Jack is about to go fishing at night after seeing the other party's trophies, and no one can stop him.

Make a hole on the lake, make it bigger, because the fish you catch will be very big
In short, it must be the right time to come to the wooden house this time!
Hearing Jack's question, Meg immediately giggled,

"It's really a big one, stupid, they caught a man!"

Jack immediately showed a disappointed expression, and felt a little embarrassed, and said embarrassingly,

"That's a good thing."

"Great thing!"

Meg's voice was very high-pitched, and it was especially uncomfortable to be corrected by her.

Meg quickly bypassed her husband, who had a lifetime to torture him after all.

She focused on the young man,
"My boy, how did you fall into the lake?"

Meg looked at the young man with her eyes. The young man looked really good, and the clothes on his body were ordinary, but she couldn't find any faults.

However, it was always a strange thing to appear beside such a desolate wooden house at this time.

She is more suspicious than other men, and she naturally has to break the casserole and ask the end of the weirdness.

The young man squeezed out a forced smile and explained,

"I'm here for winter swimming."

"Winter swimming?!"

Meg screamed again,
"Go swimming in the lake on such a day? Are you crazy! Besides, how can anyone swim in clothes?"

Obviously, if it wasn't for other people to rescue him, the young man would have sunk to the bottom of the lake at this time, becoming a cold corpse.

Just as the young man was about to answer, there was another movement outside the wooden house.

Another car is coming.

"Sorry I'm late, we've been busy moving recently, to be honest, I'm moving myself."

The last person who came to the cabin was the initiator of the party - John.

John gasped, rubbed his hands, and greeted everyone.

He invited five colleagues in total, and all of them were present.

John's eyes fell on the young man, and he asked doubtfully,

"Who is this?"

He didn't remember inviting a sixth person.

Meg giggled. "I wonder who he is, too."

The young man saw that John was the owner of the wooden house, so he stood up quickly, stepped forward with a blanket on, stretched out his hand, and introduced himself,

"Call me Luden."

　This story was inspired by the movie The Man From Earth

　　
　
(End of this chapter)