Lillian's Melaleuca routine

While talking, Aya blinked at Gogol.

Gogol didn't reply, he just opened his hand.

It seemed that he was waiting for Aya to take the initiative to fall into his arms.

"Nikolai, wait!" Aya didn't do what he wanted, she pushed him away with both hands, although he didn't move at all.

Ling ran away, and she stopped at a distance of seven or eight meters from Gogol. She squatted down and slowed down first, except to remove the snow from her clothes, then raised her hand high and pointed at Gogol. waved.

"Are you ready? Nikolai—!" she asked excitedly, "I'm about to start!"

Aya started running towards Gogol.

The ground was a little slippery, but she didn't slow down. The snow boots under her feet were splashed with snow foam, her hair was blown away in the wind, and even the woolen hat was blown away by the wind.

She got closer and closer to him, and finally threw him down.

Forced by this force, Gogol staggered back a few steps, and then inevitably fell down due to gravity. Because the lake surface was slippery, they rolled up a few laps early, covered in snow, and fell. Made a ball.

Finally they stopped at a place a few meters away from where they were.

This is also a thrilling, thrilling feeling.Aya covered Gogol's head with both hands, his braid hanging down from the back of his head, brushed her cheek lightly, she felt a little itchy, she brushed it away with her hand, and it drooped down again due to natural force.

They hold this position for several seconds.

Now, she can see that Gogol's transparent pupils are not empty and powerless. When he focuses on a person wholeheartedly, there is light there. If so, it looks very hazy.

In the end, it was Aya who broke the silence. She asked, "Aren't you going to let me go?"

Nikolai Gogol stood up as if waking up from a dream, and stretched out his hand to pull Aya up.

Aya knew that she was getting closer and closer to him.

But it's not enough.

As Gogol himself said, he did not agree with her.

He was still alone, huddled in his own tortoise shell.

But Gogol has changed, at least he has started to mention his own affairs. Of course, Aya cannot guarantee the authenticity of his words.

"Lilian." He called her suddenly.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Aya woke up from her contemplation, and she raised her head.

"Did you forgive me?"

"What are you talking about? Nikolai." Aya said in surprise, "Are you still brooding over what happened just now?"

She took a deep breath, and continued: "Nikolai Gogol's ordeal didn't exist. Because he didn't need to go to his girl, she came to him. Isn't that enough?"

He was silent for a while, and then said: "Then will she understand what Nikolai Gogol wants to tell her?"

"I don't understand." Ling turned Gogol's face, she saw his indifference, so she said meanly, "After all, Nikolai Gogol is just a poor little self-pity and lies, all day long Direct and act a comedy by yourself, and then have fun by gaining sympathy from others."

"But." She added, "Finally, Nicolai Gogo waited for someone who could really understand him to open him. Because, only in her heart, he is a sweet soul, and he is in her heart. In my heart, it's already sparkling."

When she saw his dilated pupils and the unconcealable astonishment on his face, he was so happy that the corners of his mouth couldn't stop curling up, even though those were fleeting, the next moment, he pursed his lips, serious After seeing all the expressions, he began to fugue.

Aya patted his cheek slowly, returning to his initially slackened eyes.

"Now, is Mr. Nikolai Gogol willing to take a step forward?" She held out her hand as an invitation gesture.

"I don't think he wants to," he said awkwardly.

However, Ling got her wish and saw Gogol take the initiative to take a step forward. He stretched out his hand despite his duplicity, and held her hand tightly.

Aya ran to a place not far away to pick up the dropped hat, which was full of snow. She frowned and shook the hat, but found it was useless, so she had to throw the hat aside, and then continued to lean against Gogol. Together, put your head on his shoulder by the way.

They sat in their original places again in a daze.

"Lilian, when are you going to St. Petersburg?" Gogol asked.

"A week later." Although Aya had already told him the answer to this question, Gogol seemed to have forgotten it, so she patiently repeated the answer.

"Is there a decision on the specific time?" He continued to ask, "I want to send you off, is that okay?"

He began to babble: "Russia is not safe, especially at night. You have to be careful of pickpockets and some bad guys, be careful of Chechens and skinheads, ignore drunkards who accost you, don't drink with strangers..."

"How do you know that I drink with strangers?" Ling asked with a half-smile, "with Pushkin? Are you following me? Huh? Mr. Nikolai?"

His expression froze for a moment, and after a while, he began to reply in a show-like manner: "Should I beg for your forgiveness?"

"You know, we are not familiar with each other, it was not my intention at that time..."

"Of course I can understand." Aya said, "However, I want to ask for my forgiveness, Nikolai, can you do one thing for me?"

Aya originally wanted to directly ask him the purpose of approaching her, but after a second thought, now was not the right time.

They're not familiar enough yet, and can freeze the atmosphere.

"What's the matter?" Gogol asked, he took off the non-existent hat on his head vainly, bent down and made a gentleman's salute, "Lillian, as long as it is something you want to do, I will do it for you." You do."

"Close your eyes first." Ling clapped her hands and said.

Gogol closed his eyes obediently, his long eyelashes trembling, as if they were about to open in the next second.

"Don't open your eyes." Aya said in a commanding tone, and she covered his entire eyes with her hands.

"Nikolai, if I want to kill you now, you don't have the strength to resist." She pulled out one of her hands and put it on his neck, making a tentative joke first.

He didn't move.

Ling knew his answer, so she had no choice but to take back her hand to make fun of herself, and folded her two hands together again, covering his eyes.

At this time, Gogol was sitting on the ground, Ling stood behind him, bent slightly, and pressed her whole body on his shoulders.

"Nikolai." Aya leaned into his ear and breathed softly, "Have you ever heard "Lullaby"?"

"Which one?" Gogol felt his ears itch and moved uncomfortably.

"It's not the famous ballad, I mean, I think you should have heard it." Aya tried to hum for a while, "Sleep, sleep quietly, sleep, sleeping next to the bed is not good, there will be The big bad wolf comes and bites your flank...①"

After speaking, she couldn't help laughing.

Ling heard Gogol continue singing: "Drag you into the forest and drag you under the willow tree. Big bad wolf, please don't come, don't wake up my Lilian..."

Gogol also improvised a paragraph, and the protagonist of the story became her.

They couldn't help laughing again.

"Honestly, Nikolai, you sing really well."

Aya put her head close to his ear socket, she rubbed his hair intimately, then she shook her head and said, "However, what I want to tell you is not this song, Nikolai."

"Remember what I said?" She repeated what she said before, and even used the same tone, "Please stop thinking."

After thinking for a moment, Aya continued: "Nikolai, I don't understand what your freedom is. You know, this is a difficult problem, because we are two different people. Before, I have been thinking about how to answer the question you asked me. The question, this is something I said on impulse, I can't give the answer very well, it's just my instinct to give this answer."

"But now I know why," she said sincerely. "Anyway, please don't think about it any more. I think you spend too much time obsessed with freedom, which will make you too tired, so You need to rest. Nikolai, do your thoughts wander when you sleep?"

"I dream a lot. Is this a kind of cranky thinking?" he asked.

"Forget it. However, if you dream of me, it doesn't count." Aya said cleverly.

She put her arms around Gogol's neck, and she felt his Adam's apple vibrate, as if he wanted to say something.

"Shh." Aya stopped his next move, and then asked, "Nikolai, have you closed your eyes?"

She gets a well-behaved nod.

"Listen, Nikolai, my "Lullaby" is very hypnotic." Aya let go of the hand that had been covering Gogol's eyes, and gently caressed his cheek.

She began to chant in a tone like a lover's whisper.

"Cover the quilt, hold me tight, in the warm space between you and me...②"

"Cover the quilt, hold on to me, in the warm space between you and me..."

"Sleep, don't wake up, don't talk...

Aya began to repeat repeatedly. In the cyclic sound, she felt that Gogol's breath became weaker and weaker, and his breath became longer and longer. Finally, he tilted his head and leaned on Aya's shoulder.

Fell asleep?

Aya was a little skeptical, and stared at Gogol carefully for several minutes, and found that his breathing was even and long, and there was no flaw in his relaxed body.She tried to pinch his nose, but found that he yelled irritably, tilted his head, and turned sideways to change the direction.

"Nikolai?" She tried to call out.

He didn't respond.

Ling waited for a few more minutes and found that Gogol was still motionless, as if he had really fallen asleep.

She stood up, supported him, and changed direction. Just as she was about to approach Gogol, he suddenly opened his eyes and hugged her.

"surprix color! Magician's surprise time!"

He also carried her around several times, making Ling a little dizzy.

Aya pinched him hard: "Nikolai!"

"Did it scare you?" Gogol asked, with an unconcealable laugh in his tone, and he put her down readily as he spoke.

Ling casually grabbed a handful of snow and threw it at him in retaliation.

Just as she was about to grab the second handful of snow, she heard Gogol sigh.

"We're going back." He said suddenly, "It's past three o'clock."

Although they didn't know why, it was indeed getting dark, and indeed, they had to leave.

So they left the icy lake, and Gogol used his supernatural ability to help the two of them return to the flat land above the lake.

They went back to the kilometer by motorcycle, and then returned to the center of Moscow together in the dark. They returned the car together, took the subway, and Gogol took Ling to the door of the hotel.

During this period, they didn't talk about other things.

They were strangers again.

Aya even thought that they were over like this, and the good memories would only become the only memory tonight, like a flash in the pan.

Because he was too cold at this time.

"Goodbye, Nikolai."

So, she waved to Gogol, turned around and planned to enter the corridor of the hotel.

"Lilian." Suddenly, Gogol stopped her.

"?"

Aya couldn't understand what he meant, so she stopped and looked at him suspiciously.

Gogol just approached Aya and put the white rose brooch back into her palm—it was kept with him after the meal.

"See you next time." Gogol waved to her without saying much.

Even at night, his eyes are shining like stars.

They always have to part ways, but the greedy Nikolai Gogol is already looking forward to the next meeting.