Lillian's Melaleuca routine

"Lilian, you're drunk." Gogol just looked at Aya dumbfounded. She was so different from usual when she was drunk. Sometimes she was so childish that he couldn't help but want to reach out and touch her. head.

However, before he could move, Aya's face was flushed, and she echoed Gogol's words with approval: "I think I'm drunk too."

In this way, with a magical smile on her face, she pointed to the place where the crowd gathered not far away, and then she said to Gogol, "I'm going there, Nikolai, are you going?" ? I haven’t been to the bar for a long time, I really miss it.”

Following Aya's movements, Gogol looked at the area pointed by Aya's fingertips.

In the area where the band played, a temporary stage was set up, with a crude auditorium underneath, and a group of people gathered around it, some standing with wine glasses, or a group of people sitting on the seats, and a few couples who were ambiguous get together.All kinds of sounds are intertwined, apart from being noisy, they are also a little harsh and noisy.

Nikolai Gogol didn't like this kind of environment. This kind of place full of luxury, indulgence and desire always made him subconsciously feel disliked and bored.

From the moment he came in, he subconsciously avoided looking over there.But even though he tried his best to ignore it, now, Aya pointed it out-this disgusting, greasy body, which is physically nauseating, and after a burst of laughter, the scene is like a fire cooking oil, fighting and cursing The voices are mixed together and cannot be handed over.

But he still needs to endure these.

With this thought in mind, Gogol put away his cold expression for a moment, and with a smile on his face again, he chatted with Aya about the past: "Before this, about the police station, if you don't mind, you can talk to me Shall we chat?"

Drunk Aya was soon distracted from his attention, she thought hard for a long time before she remembered what Gogol was referring to, and then she said coquettishly: "I hate the police station, originally these are It's a pity that my rest time was wasted like this."

He immediately understood what Aya meant.

"Is it related to what happened a few days ago?" Due to the large number of people, Gogol only asked vaguely.

"Yes, that's the matter." She lowered her voice and said in a low tone, "I've been very busy recently, otherwise we can still meet, Nikolai, when are you going to Petersburg?"

Gogol's eyes dimmed all of a sudden, but he was still happy when he said these words: "Sorry, Lilian, I can't confirm the exact time yet, but as soon as I go there, I will see you right away, okay ?"

"Then you have to contact me when the time comes, Nikolai." Aya just smiled illusoryly towards the air, then she stretched out her hand and patted the table in front vigorously, saying, "I'm very unhappy, it's really uncomfortable to feel controlled by others." Well, I think they're going to do something bad to me."

Gogol knew what she was talking about. In fact, he was also responsible for Aya's current situation.

No matter how he thought about it, he was indirectly responsible for her unhappiness.

Therefore, he deserves her forgiveness.

Just when he was about to say something, Aya shook her head and stood up unsteadily.

Gogol immediately reached out to help her.

Her slightly drunken cheeks were still full of vitality, but she was extremely arrogant, she brushed away Gogol's hand and said to herself: "Forget it, they are just a bunch of poor people anyway. "

The figures of Sonia and Sergey emerged in Aya's mind, and the brief conversations they had with her respectively.Immediately, she showed a lofty attitude that she had never had before. She felt sad and pitiful, so she murmured in a low voice: "Those who seek justice and truth, open the Pandora's box that they are looking for, and finally see But it’s false, isn’t it pitiful?”

She said the last sentence to Gogol.

"It's so sad." Nikolai Gogol just followed her, showing a faint smile that was almost absent, and he said calmly, "Living in this false world is really Boring. If even justice is full of deceit, what is truth?"

He looked at the group of carnival people.

Although they are not talking about the same object, the result is the same.

Whether it is the police officers who are pursuing the truth or the people who are obsessed with the truth, they are just bystanders in this huge case.What they call "truth" is nothing more than a result, not the fear of life itself.

Hearing Gogol's words, Ling turned her head. This time, her gaze finally focused on Gogol. She stared blankly at his eyes for a few seconds. She seemed to be trying to say something. When Aya opened her mouth, her attention was attracted by the top hat, and she said, "Nikolai, I want this!"

Ling repeated this sentence several times in a row, looking like a rascal.At the same time, she stood on tiptoe and stretched out her hand to try to reach the top hat, but in the middle of her movements, Gogol took off the hat by himself.

He gently put the hat on the top of Aya's head with little force, but because the hat was too big and too high, when it touched Aya's head, the hat kept falling as if it had collapsed, and a large part of it was automatically sunken. , covered her eyes too.

"Nikolai, why is it getting dark? Did you perform the magic trick?" Aya didn't move, and asked stupidly, as if she couldn't react.

From Gogol's point of view, Ling's entire face is almost buried in the hat, half of her face is covered by long black hair, sticking obediently to both sides of her cheeks, like a doll.

It's unbelievable, if she didn't get herself drunk, he wouldn't be able to see Aya now.

Nikolai Gogol didn't hate her when she was drunk, on the contrary, he thought Aya was very cute at this time, so he couldn't help but want to tease her wickedly.

"Lillian, please close your eyes and don't open them, okay?" Gogol just lowered his head, trying to hold back the smile on his lips.He tossed his braids, and tidied his bangs meticulously to ensure his image, then stretched out his cold hands to completely cover Aya's eyes.

"Is it still dark?" He deliberately asked nonsense first.

This sentence is enough to deceive the drunk Aya.

He felt Aya open her eyes quickly, take a look, then close them again, and she yelled, "Nikolai! Get your hands off you! You liar!"

"Don't you want to watch magic tricks? Lillian. Now, you will have the opportunity to personally experience the magician's performance, and it will only take you one minute." Gogol said patiently.

"Okay." Aya murmured something, Gogol only knew that it was not in Russian, he didn't understand what it was, and then he heard Aya continue to say, "Dear Mr. Nikolai, I want to tell Yours is, this is your last chance, now, you can start your performance. And, if your performance dissatisfies me, I will give you a bad review."

"Just to add, it's still dark now." She said sternly, her eyelashes were trembling, and she couldn't help opening them.

Gogol's face softened unconsciously, he gently buttoned up the top hat with his other hand, he bent down, his eyes were at the same level as Ling.

"Ready, Lillian," he said.

"no!"

"Are you ready now?" He asked again after a few seconds.

"No! No! Wait!"

Just when Gogol was about to ask the question for the third time, Ling raised a hand without any hindrance, and she easily moved away Gogol's hand that was covering her eyelids, and then, she Lifting off the hat, he said impatiently: "Nikolai, you are really struggling, I don't want to watch your magic tricks anymore, I want to expose your tricks!"

With no resistance, she opened her eyes smoothly.

What appeared in front of him was not any surprise, but a face that belonged to Nikolai Gogol.

To be honest, Aya was so taken aback that she almost woke up from the wine.

She saw that Gogol on the opposite side was also obviously like this, with a startled and surprised face.

Because they are so close.

In the dim light, Nikolai Gogol's face seemed to be covered with a misty light.

Ling could clearly see his silvery-white pupils, which were like a calm river surface at this moment. When the sun rose, the lake surface reflected the sparkling light, which was extremely dazzling and clear.From these eyes, he is not complicated, on the contrary, at least at this moment, Nikolai Gogol looks so pure.

Ling stared at him briefly for a while, then turned her eyes away resentfully, and muttered: "Boring."

"It's because you didn't listen to my command." He defended innocently.

With Ling's startled awakening, the atmosphere just now was completely gone, so Gogol didn't intend to continue the previous topic, and he changed the chat content as if nothing had happened, "Lilian, aren't you going there?"

He pointed to the stage behind him.

After his reminder, Aya remembered what she had forgotten, so, like a goldfish, she only had a memory for a few seconds, and quickly forgot what happened before.

"I'm going over there." She pointed to the bar not far away, there happened to be two seats left, and she brought Gogol's beer with her, since he didn't drink it anyway.

"Nikolai, do you want to come together?"

He nodded slightly.

Ling excitedly dragged Gogol to the bar. She cheered and said, "Looking forward to tonight's performance!"

Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she subconsciously slowed down.

Gogol slowed down with her.

He couldn't guess Aya's intentions, especially when she was drunk.

Lingshen mysteriously called Gogol aside, and whispered to him: "Nikolai, for me, the bar is occasionally a good platform for making friends, but more often, I use it to decompress. "

She thought about how to properly explain the meaning of this sentence to Gogol: "I like to see human beings in their crazy appearance, the most authentic appearance. As we all know, after drinking, people will shed the layer of fake clothes they usually wrap Skinny, battered souls. Watching them let loose, for better or for worse, I love, well, that's fun."

Ling, who was drunk, became more frank and at ease. Usually, she would never express so many thoughts to Gogol.

Although her cheeks were still a little red, she was obviously much more awake.

"Speaking of which, Nikolai, do you like drinking?" She suddenly changed the subject and asked an irrelevant question.

"I don't like it very much." This time, he didn't lie or cover up, he just commented bluntly, "Do people who are paralyzed by alcohol also want to find a free paradise far away in heaven? Waking up from the fantasy that came, heaven becomes hell in an instant, which only makes the pain more painful."

"But, I like drinking." Hearing Gogol's words, Ling frowned, and squatted on the ground aggrieved, "I remembered! No! Nikolai, I'm drunk now, are you Are you laughing at me?"

"Wooooow, am I not worthy of looking for a free paradise?"

"I'm so sad, you scolded me!"

She also covered her ears with her hands, as if she didn't listen.

"..." Nikolai Gogol felt a little headache.

He shouldn't be delusional that she's sober.

But for a while, he couldn't find any reason to explain that his words didn't mean to mock Aya, so he could only squat down too, and they huddled in a corner, like two poisonous mushrooms, in this small world Sprout.

Aya looked at him.

"Lilian, I'm drunk too." Gogol said, pinching his cheeks vigorously again, making them turn red, and swaying pretending to be drunk, looking a little heavy Unsteady look.

Aya watched his hard-working performance steadily, with an unhappy expression on her face.

But, suddenly, she remembered that when they met before, Gogol drank most of the bottle of red wine without changing his face.In an instant, the little emotion that Aya had just accumulated collapsed.

Originally, she wasn't very angry.

Smiling, she squatted halfway, stretched out her hand towards Gogol who was beside her, and asked, "Then you are a poor man who is paralyzed by alcohol and wants to find a free paradise, Nikolai Gogol?"

Gogol's desire to perform has not stopped, he nodded pitifully.

"Mirror, mirror, who is this lady in front of poor Nikolai Gogol?" Ling poked his cheek with her hand, motioning for him to answer.

"It's a beautiful lady who made Nikolai Gogol deeply fascinated. As long as he is in front of her, he can't lie." He replied seriously without hesitation.

Aya was amused by him, her eyes were shining like stars, but she still shook her head and rejected him: "Wrong, wrong, stupid Mr. Mirror, this one in front of Nikolai Gogol Miss, she is also a poor person who is paralyzed by alcohol and wants to find a free paradise."

She wraps her chin with her hands, with apple-like cheeks, like a budding flower.

she said happily.

"She and Nikolai Gogol are like-minded people, and they share the same disease."

"They share the same sky, the same cloud, the same paradise."

"Of course, they also share the same secret."

Aya leaned close to his ear and whispered the last words to him.

"The secret is—"

"Nikolai Gogol is also a lovely, respectable and sincere Mr. Magician who deeply fascinated Miss Lillian. As long as she is by his side, she will always be happy and alive."