Lillian's Melaleuca routine

"Nikolai, you are very suitable for it." Aya praised without any affectation.

The rose brooch fit on him inexplicably, as if it belonged to him in the first place.

Coincidentally, the waiter came up with appetizers, Ling returned to her seat calmly, as if nothing had happened, they began to eat, but they still chatted a few words from time to time.

He didn't mention freedom today, and Aya wasn't used to it.

Perhaps Nikolai Gogol was a normal person in his daily life.

Or, this should be his disguise.

Aya thought uncertainly.

Soon, as time passed, the dishes were all eaten up.

Even though their atmosphere was very harmonious, Ling observed Gogol's expression, and always felt that he was wearing a mask, making it difficult to see his real thoughts.Because she has seen the real Gogol before, she is more interested in his inner core.

But hypocrisy and deceit are also part of his character.

Thinking this way, Aya convinced herself.

"Is there any place Mr. Nikolai likes to go? Maybe we can go for a stroll in the afternoon." Aya asked.

After the chat just now, Ling made a preliminary judgment on Gogol. Although he is sometimes a bit weird, he can still blend in well with the crowd in public.Besides, they chatted really well.

Coupled with Ling's curiosity about the organization behind Nikolai, she decided to get in touch with Gogol first.

Just as Gogol was about to reply to her, his phone rang.

"I'll go out to fix my makeup." Due to his status, Aya wisely proposed to go out for a while. Although she was still halfway through dessert, the reason seemed to be forced, but it was good to know the reason well.

When she came back, Gogol had already hung up the phone.His expression didn't seem to have changed, and Aya couldn't tell at all.

He answered the question she had just asked.

"I have nothing to go to." Gogol said, "If there is a place Lillian wants to go, then act according to your heart. The purpose of my appointment today is only because of you. Where to go?" , I can do it."

"I haven't decided where to go yet. Sorry, Nikolai, may I ask, are you in a bad mood?"

"Why do you ask that? I'm very happy." Gogol replied with a relaxed smile.

But Aya did vaguely feel the change in his mood, if her feeling was correct.

Is it because of that phone call just now?

She tilted her head and thought for a long time, intending to gain Gogol's favor, in that case, she would find a way to make him happy.

But she didn't know much about Gogol, and he didn't reveal any special information in the conversation just now. She only knew that he liked caviar.However, judging from his previous contact with him, since Gogol likes freedom.

Free, free, free?

Then you can't go to places with many people.

Even in a western restaurant where there are not many people, Gogol is meticulous, revealing an awkwardness everywhere, not at all like the real him.Aya is still not sure what freedom Gogol is looking for, but she guesses that Gogol definitely doesn't want to suppress himself.After all, compared to the upright Gogol, Aya still prefers his flamboyant appearance, and now he is too clichéd.

"Nikolai, follow me later and take you to a place." Seeing that his food was almost finished, he also put down his knife and fork.Aya didn't say it directly, but blinked her eyes and made a fool of herself.

She has figured out a way.

"it is good."

Gogol responded, and at this time, the dessert was almost eaten.And the red wine seems to have been specially left, and he has never touched it before.

He reached out and opened the rest of the bottle of rosé with the corkscrew.

Ling held out her wine glass, and he poured half of it for her naturally.

She looked at Gogol, raised her eyebrows, raised the glass of wine, her actions were self-evident.

"cheers."

Their wine glasses collided in the air, making a small sound.

Ling drank the wine in one gulp, the degree of pink was not high, even if she drank half of the glass, she was only a little tipsy.She looked across to Gogol, he was sober, yes, he was a Russian, he could drink several bottles of vodka.

"Lilian, how long are you going to stay in Moscow?" Gogol asked.

"Moscow?" Ling thought for a while. Originally, she planned to go to St. Petersburg in a week. On the way, she would stop by Valdai to have a look. It was a beautiful but not very well-known small city.

She finally said truthfully: "If the plan is correct, I will only stay in Moscow for about a week, and then take the train to my next destination - St. Petersburg. It's a pity, I still want to stay in Moscow for a while. "

If there were no accidents, Aya thought a little worriedly.

"Speaking of which, there is a small airport near St. Petersburg. I have wanted to fly a plane for a long time. It must be beautiful to see the frozen Gulf of Finland from the plane." Speaking of these, she was very happy, "It would be great if I went there in summer, I would like to see pigeons, unfortunately there are no such little things in winter."

She shrugged: "Actually, because of the schedule, I haven't been to Eastern Siberia, I mean, the area of ​​Lake Baikal."

"Do you want to go?" Gogol asked.

"Of course, but my visa is only for three months." Aya said helplessly, "I can only make it my next destination."

"You can do it now." Gogol picked up the bottle and refilled it for her. He didn't look drunk, but his slightly flushed cheeks were delicious, "As long as you want."

Is he inviting her?Aya was a little unsure.

Since he didn't say it clearly, Aya should treat it as if he didn't know.

"I thought you would keep me with a sigh, Nikolai." Aya made a harmless joke, but she couldn't help laughing before she finished speaking, "If you keep me , I’ll just stay here for a while, I’m serious, I can’t bear you.”

"Then I'll keep you." Gogol followed her and bent his lips, "Lillian baby, don't leave me, okay? You know, I can't lose you, leaving you hurts me so much that it makes me I think about it day and night, and I can’t sleep at night.”

His tone in the second half of the sentence is like the hero of a bitter drama, confiding his heart to the girl he loves.

He was full of emotion, ready to cry, and the performance was extremely vivid, and the cold pupils that were originally cold tones became gentle and affectionate.

In the next second, he broke away from the narrow tone, and he regained his composure in an instant: "I have heard such words countless times."

Aya watched his performance with great interest, feeling that his expression had finally come alive a lot.

She applauded softly, not very loudly.

"But you never said that to anyone else, did you?"

Aya asked and answered herself, and the next second she raised her head in panic, and said with a frowning face, "But now you told me, bad news! Nikolai, this is really bad news. God! Forgive me." Me, it's just a joke."

"Then I can only apologize with this glass of wine." She raised her glass, touched the glass that Gogol put on the table in a pretentious manner, and said, "But now, I am already looking forward to spending time with you." It's afternoon."

"Nikolai, if you are curious about our itinerary in the afternoon, please drink up the wine quickly." Aya brushed her messy hair and said suggestively. She moved closer to the wine glass and shook the red wine glass in her hand. The peach red inside flickered and almost overflowed.

She picked up the wine bottle with great interest and filled Gogol with wine.

And Gogol just picked up the wine glass without replying to her, but he drank all the wine in the glass in one go.

At this time, the wine bottle hadn't bottomed out yet, but he drank one cup at a time without stopping, and in a short while, he drank it all.

Finally, he put the empty wine glass and empty wine bottle in front of her.

He raised his head and stared at her with high spirits.

Aya thought that she already knew his answer.

So she smiled triumphantly.

When they finished paying and walked out of the restaurant, it was already afternoon.

It was still a little cold outside, and the snow was falling heavily, and they didn't bring umbrellas, so they walked on the road like this.The pedestrians on the street are in a hurry, and there are some leisurely tourists, some foreign faces.This quaint city has always been solemn and orderly, with elegant and generous buildings everywhere, and traces of Byzantine remnants can be felt everywhere.In the distance, the golden onion top of the unknown church was also covered by snow, and only the faint golden color could be seen.On a gloomy day, dark clouds overwhelmed the top, covering the entire sky, looking like the end of the world.

Ling hurriedly took Gogol to the subway and made several stops.

"I can assure you, Nikolai, you will never guess where we are going." After getting off the station, Aya turned on the navigation and walked towards the destination with Gogol. She covered the phone on purpose, not Let him see the destination.

This subway station is not near a tourist attraction, nor is it a residential area.People really can't see anything famous.

"This place." Gogol thought for a while before giving up speculation, "I'm not familiar with this place. Is my home here?"

"Eh? I always thought you were a local." As they walked, Aya turned around and asked in surprise, "Nikolai, where is your hometown?"

"St. Petersburg."

"In this case, can I visit your home? I will stay in St. Petersburg next month. If you want to go home, we can meet."

"My honor." Gogol nodded and said, "But this should be what I should say, Lillian."

As they walked, they got closer and closer to their destination.The distance in the navigation became less and less, and when there were only tens of meters left, Ling had already reached the destination.

Aya stopped in her tracks.

Although Gogol already knew the purpose of their trip - it was a large-scale car dealership, standing here alone, without any other landmarks, not far away, a huge billboard had already revealed their The end of the trip.

Aya shoved the phone back into her pocket.

She imitated Gogol's tone when they first met. She frowned and made a distressed expression. She stood in front of him and asked funny: "Qing, tang, guess where we are going?"

Gogol saw her intention, so he just looked at her and laughed heartily.

Ling stretched out her hand and patted his shoulder viciously, as if to blame him for not cooperating, but in fact, she didn't use much strength.

She thought for a while, took a few steps forward, walked in front of him, pointed to the billboard behind her, and showed a mischievous smile: "The answer has been revealed!"

She returned all his words to him, intact.