How to Save a Failed Farm

Ye Qun's heart immediately rose to his throat, and Old Jack muttered dissatisfiedly: "The food I prepared is not enough for you two young lads." His eyes moved down, and he snorted, "There is also a dog. "

"I can eat less." Lance said immediately.He picked up the front paw of the sandwich and raised it to chest height: "Say hello, good boy."

The sandwich blew, and Lance put down his dog's paw under the cold stare of old Jack, and walked in the door in desperation.

The interior of the wooden house has a typical Northwestern Canadian style. The walls are flat with wooden boards and painted with ginger yellow paint. On one wall, various animal teeth and animal heads are hung with copper rings. The skins were the trophies of old Jack's previous hunting.The only furniture in the house was a single bed and a dining table. There was a book with an old cover on it. It seemed that Old Jack used the dining table as a desk when he was not eating.

"People don't come here very often," Old Jack dragged out two folding chairs from under the bed, and said to Ye Qun in a rough voice, "Let's just make it."

Old Jack went outside to feed his sheep, leaving the two of them sitting inside.

"Want coffee?"

Ye Qun nodded, and Lance went into the kitchen to boil water as if he was at home. He stretched out his arms to search for something on the cabinet, and there was a clattering sound.

"There's no more coffee beans," old Jack came in from the door and pushed Lance aside. He was very tall and about the same size as Lance.He dug out a bag of tea from the cupboard, and said in a blunt tone, "Only this."

The kettle used to boil water was already very old, and the poured water smelled of rust. Ye Qun thought to himself that he should remind Lance to buy a new kettle for Old Jack the next time he came again.

Sandwich was kicking under the table, Lance stroked his fur reassuringly, and asked casually, "Is it possible for it to be trained as a hound?"

"Husky?" Old Jack said coldly, "Impossible, it's too stupid."

Lance couldn't help laughing, and Ye Qun gave it a sympathetic glance. Sandwich still had innocent blue eyes open, not understanding that he had just been humiliated by his IQ.

Old Jack was a taciturn person. They sat around the narrow dining table. Most of the time, he didn't say a word. He only briefly asked Ye Qun where he was from at the beginning and if he had any taboos. into his own world.His hair is all white, and the deep wrinkles on his face are like the chapped lines in the desert. Only the wind like a knife in the northwest can create such scratches and bronze-colored skin.But those falcon-like eyes were amazingly bright.

Lance is talking about his experience of hunting with Old Jack in the mountains when he was in high school. They wandered in the woods all day long, how Old Jack taught him to choose the right gun, and how to find the prey and judge the traces of the prey.

"Were you so free in high school?" Ye Qun couldn't help asking.

"I go during vacations and after-school hours," Lance replied foolishly.

Well, there are extracurricular activities in high school, so it's not comparable, "So there's no homework?"

"Of course there is, but generally speaking, there is a lot of free time, and in the countryside, the school will be closed during the busy farming season so that the children can go back to help."

Old Jack sat aside, lighting a pipe slowly like an old-school cowboy, without being part of their conversation or being obtrusive.Lance occasionally asked him questions, which he answered simply with a word or two.After a while, he finished smoking a pipe of cigarettes, stood up and nodded at them: "I'm going to prepare dinner."

"Old Jack was a bit gloomy, but he was a nice guy," Lance whispered.

"I understand." Ye Qun nodded. Mysterious hunters who live alone always have some differences. This is their characteristic, and it is shown in all movies.Old Jack also has this extremely strong characteristic, he is very different from all the Texans Ye Qun saw in the town, like a lonely falcon.

Ye Qun understands very well why he treats Lance very preferentially. Lance's light brown eyes are like magic, always filled with pure happiness, his dimples and his small canine teeth can easily let people off guard As warm as the sun around everyone.

The fox meat was stewed in an iron casserole, served with spices, onions and garlic. Surprisingly, there was no trace of smell. Old Jack was indeed very good at cooking, as Lance said.

Old Jack took out a bottle of wine from the cupboard and placed it on the table with a bang, the golden liquid trembled with the dilapidated wooden table.He pulled out the cork roughly, poured a glass and handed it to Ye Qun: "Try it, I made it myself."

Ye Qun drank it under his staring eyes, and it was so hot that he almost burst into tears, but slowly he showed a look of surprise: "It's a very special taste." This is different from the beer he has ever drunk. The pine nut flavoring is nothing out of the ordinary, but Old Jack's has a fresh, smooth flavor all its own.

"Alberta's craftsmanship." Old Jack's furry beard fluttered a few times, and this was the first time Ye Qun saw him smile since they met.

Old Jack's wooden house could not provide them with a place to stay overnight. Lance drove for almost three hours before they returned to Hunter's Farm in the pale silver light of stars and moons.Because they had to drive, they drank very little, but old Jack prepared them to take home.

In the vast and beautiful countryside, the sky is not blocked by anything. Even at night, if the clouds are thin, you can still see the scenery ten miles away with the help of bright moonlight.The newsfeed said there was a meteor shower tonight, and Lance suggested they could go to the roof of the attic.

With potato chips and beer, they climbed up the attic ladder to the roof, and immediately faced the entire open and dark sky.The meteor shower is expected to erupt in an hour, and Ye Qun unpacks a bag of potato chips with complicated emotions. He hasn't eaten this stuff for many years, and now he misses the night markets in China very much.

"What are you talking about? How did you meet old Jack? I thought you were a well-behaved child since you were a child."

"Why do you say that?" Lance opened his eyes in confusion, "Is this a very outrageous thing?"

"Well," Ye Qun lowered his head and smiled, "I just think...you are very different, I can't think of any intersection between you."

"To some extent, we are somewhat similar." Lance pulled Ye Qun into his arms to prevent him from catching a cold from the night wind. "Old Jack saved my life."

Ye Qun rested his head on Lance's lap, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Let me think about it... an assignment about natural terrain, my classmates and I decided to go to Mount El Paso for investigation. Then I slipped and rolled down the cliff and was hung on a branch. Old Jack took me Saved."

"It's really thrilling, are you injured?" Ye Qun took a sip of the wine, and the spicy liquid rolled into his throat, making him choke and cough.

"I was broken and lay at home for more than three months." Lance gently supported his head, stretched his legs and lay down, so that Ye Qun could lie down more easily. "After I recovered from my injury, I went to visit him every weekend. At first, Old Jack kept shutting me out coldly. Later, he found out that I was very talented, so he took me hunting together."

"So what talent do you have? A hunting instinct?"

"I don't know either," Lance spread his hands, "Old Jack said so."

Lance looked up at the sky: "Qun, you know me so well, I don't know anything about you." He turned his head, and the twinkling stars reflected in his light brown eyes.

"I have nothing to say." Ye Qun sighed, "You were at the age when you were hunting with Old Jack. I sat in the classroom from morning to night, doing test papers one by one."

"Sounds miserable." Lance raised his eyebrows exaggeratedly, "Come on, I want to hear about you," he added, "Anything.

Ye Qun frowned slightly, thinking hard: "I really have nothing to say. I went to elementary school and middle school step by step. I have been a good student since I was a child. My parents are both only children. After they died of cancer, I have been alone. I had a girlfriend in college, but they broke up again later." Ye Qun looked up at the starry sky ecstatically, "What about you, do you still have any relatives alive?"

"My grandfather and several aunts live in England." Lance squeezed his palm lightly. "Sometimes I go to spend Christmas with them."

"You said you worked at the winery, what do you do?" Lance asked curiously.

"In the beginning, I was in the laboratory, studying microbiological level cultivation of colonies and so on... Later, I was promoted to management. It was a very boring job, and I am so happy that I resigned now." Ye Qun unbuttoned his chest a little uncomfortable, and the cold night The wind didn't relieve the high fever that leaked from his skin at all.

The sky suddenly flashed a little light, and a meteor fell to the earth with a glowing trail, and then more meteors flew across the sky, and they closed their eyes at the same time.

When he opened his eyes again, Lance's eyes were as gentle as champagne filled with bubbles: "I wish you to be healthy and healthy, and we can be together forever. Your forever, and mine forever."

He didn't ask Ye Qun what wish he made, at this moment they seemed to have some kind of spiritual commonality, in the eyes that stared at each other.

"I'm now beginning to believe that our meeting was a miracle." Lance murmured, "If you hadn't misdiagnosed, taken this route, and it hadn't rained that day...we would have had two completely different lives. Maybe never meet."

"I think it's more like fate." Ye Qun was silent for a moment, then said, "Even if none of this happened...I think we will still be together."

"Maybe it is." Lance traced Ye Qun's beautiful browbones with his fingers, and his fingers were also very hot. "It seems that our order is a bit wrong. We fell in love first, and then we got to know each other. Fortunately, we are matched like a natural match." Yes, yes, a match made in heaven." He said affirmatively.

Old Jack's gin is a continuation of his rough style, dry and spicy.The high concentration of alcohol began to burn violently in their bodies until now.Ye Qun pressed against Lance's chest, the heat was so high that it seemed to be melting.At this time, they had to do something to consume the excess adrenaline in their bodies.