Twenty thousand leagues under the sea doujinshi

There is only one event today, which is the interview with the Newspaper. The interview went very smoothly and ended in two hours.So we took a carriage and went to Nederland's house to taste his wife's top cooking skills.

The hostess entertained us very warmly. The lunch was so sumptuous that people didn’t know what to eat. There were Montreal bacon, poutine, BC salmon, and foie gras. Although this dish is French, it is a French dish that immigrated to Quebec People have improved it to make the fragrance more intense and delicious.Desserts are maple pudding, butter tart, very Canadian style food.The drink is a bright red cocktail made of vodka, tomato juice and clam juice. It tastes salty and fresh from the sea, but at the same time it is spicy and refreshing enough. Drinking only half a glass will make you feel ecstatic.

Netherland accepted our endless compliments very calmly. He put his arms around the woman's waist and kissed her on the face, happiness was written all over his face.

"However," Netherland whispered to us while the woman was going to the kitchen, "I was dreaming all night last night, all about being on the Nautilus, and the quality of my sleep was terrible."

"You won't call Anka's name again, will you be punished by your wife?" Conseil asked teasingly.

"Yes! My wife woke me up! Look, it's still purple here!" Ned Land rolled up his sleeves and showed us his arms.

Conseil and I couldn't help laughing out loud.

But Nedland said worriedly: "If I can't remember about Anka, will I keep dreaming about her and the Nautilus? If this continues, I will be driven to sleep on the sofa by my wife sooner or later."

This resolute man is so strict with his wife when it comes to his wife!

"Okay then," I said, "let's put together the memory puzzle. How many pieces did you find yesterday?"

Conseil sat up straight, and said: "I carefully recalled the experience on the Nautilus last night, and I found that recalling in chronological order seems to make it easier to find those scattered fragments. Since we talked about the rescue of the pearl quarry yesterday People, how about continuing from here?"

"Then you start talking! Good man Conseil, you start, let's add oil and vinegar together." Ned Land said.

"It's adding branches and leaves." I corrected.

The Canadian shrugged.

"What needs to be explained is that Anka has similar attitudes towards the three of us," Conseil said, and now it seems that he has entered his classification time, "For example, she is attached to her husband and acts like a baby, and she begs for Ned's friend. Yes, and I am a substitute for the husband, if the husband is too busy, she will come to me. To sum up, it is father, mother, and playmate."

"My fellow!" cried Netherland, "do you think I'm only a cook in her eyes, not even a handle?"

"Master Lan, you have misplaced your focus." I said, "What Conseil means is that in Anka's view, we are like her family, each performing its duties."

However, Netherlands is also right, Anka thinks I am her family member rather than a man, she sometimes gets very close to me, puts her arms around my arm, and sticks her exquisite body against me, which makes me very uncomfortable.Once I told her to keep a distance from me, not to get so close, the girl looked at me blankly, showing a helpless expression like an abandoned small animal, my heart softened, so I had to take back what I said Let it go, after a long time, I actually got used to her intimacy.

Once she accepted the setting of her family, the desire to protect her and let her live a happy life gradually took over.Don't look at what I wrote in my book. I observed the wonders of nature on the Nautilus, which made people feel refreshed and mesmerized. In fact, my heart was almost broken because of Anka. was bullied on board.When she took a bath, Conseil and I took turns guarding the door, so the cook always thought we were waiting for dinner and gave us contemptuous glances.

As for Anka, Conseil, and Nedland, the three of them are simply a "family carnival". When observing fish in front of the glass window of the Nautilus, Nedland told her the name of the fish, and Conseil taught her the name of the fish. How to classify.They were shoulder to shoulder, with their faces pressed against the glass, exclaiming together, applauding together, with unified responses and voices in unison, as if someone was holding a baton and directing in front of them.

"But," continued Conseil, "she seems to have a different attitude toward Captain Nemo."

The observant lad saw it.

Anka and Captain Nemo had bad first impressions of each other. The captain called her a "romping savage", and she was unwilling to approach him.Later, the captain learned about Anka's life experience and took care of her a little bit, and Anka's affection for the captain suddenly blossomed.She admired Captain Nemo very much, as long as he appeared in the hall, her eyes would follow him all the time.Captain Nemo may not know about this matter, even if he knew, he would not respond, not to mention the deep hatred buried in him, Anka is difficult to match in terms of cultural accomplishment and ideological level, let alone she can't speak , even if she can express her thoughts in the simplest words, it is far from enough, Anka can only look up to him, and looking up cannot get love.

But why didn't Anka choose a love among those close to her?Because we were all her family and Captain Nemo was a man to her, oh what a sad story!

"Sir, are you all right?" Conseil said, looking at me. "Your face looks, well, cloudy."

"It's nothing, you continue." I waved my hand.

"Sir, your expression reminds me of one day at noon, when the Nautilus came out of the water to take a breath. You wanted to go for a walk on the platform, but the ladder came down halfway up. This is how you looked at me..."

As soon as Conseil said it, I remembered that he was tactful enough, because I had an expression of lovelessness at that time.

I think it is a blessing in misfortune that Anka can only be in unrequited love. I don't want her to get in touch with Captain Nemo too deeply, for the reasons mentioned above.Captain Nemo devoted himself to the study of the sea, and to us passengers on the Nautilus, he just entertained us and had no other thoughts.Until Ceylon and his party, Anka’s rescue performance successfully attracted the captain’s attention. On our way back, Captain Nemo frequently cast his eyes on Anka. eyes!So their contact increased.

Once, Anka drew a miniature version of the Nautilus on her board, chubby like a fat whale, poking it with her hand, and the propeller would eject a string of bubbles, which made Captain Nemo laugh out loud , he pointed out very seriously that the sloping plate wing was drawn too low, and he also showed her the three-dimensional view of the Nautilus.Why do you have to be so serious!She just drew a fat whale with the wrong proportions!I shouted in my heart.

As for the time Conseil said, I wanted to go for a walk on the platform, but Captain Nemo and Anka got there first. After the captain had measured the height of the sun, he taught Anka how to use a sextant. Holding her arm, he almost held her in his arms, with gentle eyes and brows.I think I'd better go down, the sun is bright today, so dazzling.

So he was bumped into by Conseil.

Conseil looked at my depressed expression, and said solemnly: "As long as I can relieve my husband's worries, I am willing to share anything for my husband."

If you care so much about me, grab Anka back from me!I thought gloomily.

I had hoped that Conseil and Anka could get married. After all, their meeting was a hero saving the beauty, and getting married is the mainstream ending of all novels. As a result, their relationship was as good as a family, and Conseil’s gender was determined. Anka ignored it.Finally, I patted the faithful young man on the shoulder, and returned to my cabin without saying anything.

Want to speak to Anka?But whoever she likes is her freedom, why should I interfere?At most, the object of love is not suitable, and the parents feel uncomfortable.

well!What a sad story!