Lillian's Melaleuca routine

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Modified part of the content, the plot is almost the same.

Wen Ye's Gogol is the embodiment of "Holy Fool", not the essence of Gogol's own thoughts.When she came in, she saw with her own eyes that the door had been locked.

Ling looked at the door first, but it was still tightly closed.

But in that case, where did this strange sound come from?Apart from the door, this sealed room has no windows.

But Pushkin obviously recognized this voice, and before his angry expression had time to recede, his gaze was directed at Aya's side.

Just when Aya wanted to turn around again to see who was behind her, a hand stretched out.

This person was hanging in the air, sticking to her back from the chest, holding her half in an ambiguous posture.One hand rested on Aya's shoulders, wrapping her arms around her neck, and the other hand covered her eyes, blocking her view.Half of his head rested on Aya's shoulder, and his chin lightly rested on her shoulder.

Aya blinked her eyes, her eyelashes lightly brushed against his palm, trying to see the scene outside through the narrow gap between his palms.

In terms of feeling, this should be a man.

Soon, this idea was confirmed.

The other party turned his head to her ear and blew hot air in a wicked way. He greeted with great interest: "Good evening! Beautiful lady, I wonder if you are still satisfied with this magic trick?"

"How did you do it?" Ling asked, "Only half of the body. Is it a supernatural power?"

She feels very weird now, and very heavy.

The other party didn't answer her question, he chuckled lightly and pulled Aya back.

She felt as if she had fallen into another dimension. This feeling was a bit like the feeling of weightlessness that Alice fell into the rabbit hole, but it was short.In the next moment, the other party just let her go.

Due to the effect of inertia, Aya took a few steps forward.

In front of him, it was no longer a dark room.Not far to the right is the villa they were in before, standing tall in the still night.The bare coniferous forest is also the one I saw before.In the distance, a waning moon shines high in the sky.

She turned and looked at the stranger who seemed to be an accomplice of Pushkin.

She has short hair, cool-toned silver-white, only long and braided on the back.He has exquisite facial features, dressed as a clown, with a white coat on his back, and a wide grin, which looks a bit funny.However, because of his beautiful appearance, it seems that his overall dress is coordinated and orderly, but it doesn't fit in with the surrounding environment.

This is a rather strange person, except for his face, he is not bad.

This was Aya's first impression of him.

Immediately afterwards, she introduced herself to the familiar, so Aya also politely reported her name.Out of a tacit understanding, neither of them mentioned Pushkin.

It was at this time that Pushkin arrived belatedly. He rushed out of the villa like a cow, and immediately noticed the two of them. Gogol! What are you messing with? Why are you taking my guest away?"

Nikolai Gogol just waved his hand and made a farewell gesture with a big smile: "What are you talking about, Pushkin? This is my guest. As for you, just take care of the aftermath." Go to work and don't disturb my alone time with the beautiful lady."

Then, he flicked his coat, and Pushkin, who had just rushed to their side, seemed to be swallowed up. His whole body fell into the coat, and his head fell into a black swamp. At first he tried to struggle angrily, but soon , he disappeared completely.

He watched Pushkin's back being engulfed jokingly, like watching a circus monkey.

Now, there are only two of them left.

"Phew, I finally got rid of the annoying person in the way." He praised in an ariad tone.

Then, Nikolai Gogol approached her. He grinned, stared at Aya for a while with his evil eyes looking at things, and then suddenly said: "Did you scare me? Don't worry, I won't What are you doing, come with me."

In the second half of the sentence, he suddenly looks like a prince again.

They started to walk quietly, but halfway through, he stopped abruptly, leaning against a dead tree, playing a charade like a joke: "Qing, tang, where are we going?"

Ling ignored him, and he said the answer alone for fun: "The answer has been revealed!"

As he said, after walking for a few minutes, they arrived at their destination.Because the altitude is relatively high, the temperature is too low, and the snow has not yet melted. In the snow surrounded by dead trees, a puddle of snow water shimmers and glistens in the night, which is very beautiful.A lynx that was still drinking by the lake saw them and ran away nimbly, shaking its ears.

Aya felt as if she had stepped into uncharted territory.

Except for one person, Nikolai Gogol, this place was exactly what she wanted.

She walked to the lake and swung the water with her hands, and the scene in the water suddenly became unreal.

"Thank you, Mr. Gogol. I like this place very much." Aya said without sincerity.

They sat down on the beach by the lake.There are no trees by the lake, so naturally it cannot block the view of the sky. Above the thin atmosphere, there are countless bright stars, covering the entire black sky curtain.In the quiet night, what happened just now seemed to be washed away by this tranquility.

Nikolai Gogol was also very different from what she had imagined. At this moment, he suddenly became quiet. He just sat on the shore, quietly dazed with her.

"Are you and Pushkin colleagues?" It was Aya's question that broke the silence.

Nikolai Gogol shook his head, seeing her disbelief, he nodded.

"Will you get rid of me?" Ling continued to ask, sternly, "Mr. Gogol, please tell the truth."

Gogol just blinked playfully, and threw a heart at her: "Of course not, Miss Lillian. Otherwise, I wouldn't have brought you here, would I?"

Aya believed it, because there was no other way but to believe her.

After ten minutes of silence, probably because of the need to talk, they started chatting.

After all, Gogol should be easier to contact than Alexander Pushkin, right?Aya thought uncertainly.

"I'm a traveler." Aya said, and many times, she often started her chat with this, "I started traveling around the world a year ago. Russia is my second stop, and then I will go through the whole of Europe, and then Back to the Middle East, and finally across the Mandeb Strait directly to Egypt, and finally to Africa."

"It's-good-ah!" Sitting next to her, Gogol spoke enviously, he thought of something, and sighed suddenly, "It's a pity that I will be squeezed by the black-hearted boss, and I won't even be able to squeeze out a day off. Really awful."

Ling glanced at him, she was a little bit disbelieving.

"However." Gogol changed his subject and asked, "Is traveling really that good? Will you get tired of seeing too much?"

"Like this cloak I'm wearing, I've gotten tired of it for a long time, and sometimes I really want to change it." He complained distressedly, his tone seemed to be a joke.

In fact, it's a joke.This coat is his ability, how could he throw it away?

Aya turned around and looked at him.Different from Gogol's black and white striped and exaggeratedly decorated clown suit, this coat has almost no cumbersome decorations, one side is black and the other is white, and it has reached a wonderful harmony with the clothes on his body.

A few seconds later, Aya calmly made a conclusion, "No, Mr. Gogol, believe me, you are very suitable for this suit, this is my truth."

Then, she answered Gogol's first question: "Although I don't know how you came to this conclusion, Mr. Gogol, why do you think traveling is boring?"

He looked at Ling suspiciously: "Miss Lilian, you are the one, why do you think traveling is not boring?"

They faced each other, looked at each other, and after a while, the two laughed involuntarily.

"Well, I admit it." Aya was speechless for a while, and then said, "Sometimes it is really boring, and then I will choose to take a short break. However, most of the time, travel is interesting to me .”

She turned her head and cast her eyes to the distant sky, her tone of voice seemed to sing a song: "I walked through the vast grassland, and the wind took me to a far away place, that is the river ditch of the Niger grassland, where I am Admire the sunset, and then travel halfway around the world to Godafoss. I take the boat and go to the next destination, where do you think it is?"

"where?"

"secret."

The two laughed.

The atmosphere became lighter.Amid the laughter, Ling raised her head and glanced at Gogol. He was reaching out and stroking his hair, trying to pull back the strands blown by the wind.

"Sorry, Gogol, I was joking just now." Ling coughed lightly, straightened her face, and said, "It's just that I wanted to go out, so I went out. I stayed in Japan for a long time, and I was almost bored." I'm sick. Wouldn't it be nice to be with you like tonight?"

As soon as she finished saying this sentence, Ling's heart skipped a beat, it's over, why couldn't she stop flirting again.

However, she changed her mind, anyway, she and Fyodor were just partners, and sooner or later they would have to dissolve it, just to raise a spare tire, although this Nikolai Gogol had nothing but good looks.

"It's a great honor to please you, my lady." Nikolai Gogol was very serious this time, he stood up as he said, kneeled down on one knee, and made a serious gentleman's salute. He held her Hand, kissed lightly.

"thanks?"

Silence fell between them again.

This time, it was Gogol who started the conversation, and he suddenly asked an unclear question.

"Miss, what do you think people are?"

"Man is a member of the earth." Aya replied.

"And what about Earth?"

"Let's not mention it for now." Aya said, "But I can tell you that human beings live on the earth as if they live in two bowls that are buckled together. The bowls are dark and small. When there are more and more people in the bowl, one day, everyone will suffocate to death. Therefore, if you want to save yourself, you must find a way out."

"How to find a way out?" Gogol kept asking questions like he was taunting her.

"Go southeast northwest."

"What if you can't find a way out like this?" He asked hotly, his tone full of hints of a test.

"Then go to the sky." Ling approached him with a cold tone, "Go in any direction, as long as you are on the earth, people will eventually return to the original point. If you unfold the earth, people will be lined up in rows and rows. , densely packed like a sheet of paper. Therefore, the earth has a boundary."

With a drooping face, Gogol complained sullenly: "People always stay where they are."

"Yes." Ling nodded and said, "Because people at the border, how dare they go to the side? Since ancient times, there have been too many people who rein in their horses."

"However, if you go to the sky." She thought for a while, then suddenly stretched out her finger and pointed at the center of his brow, she said with a smile, "There is a way."

"Because if you go to the sky, you can find freedom."

"Huh?" Gogol was taken aback by her answer, then suddenly sneered, and asked, "Miss Lillian, are you also looking for freedom? What a coincidence."

"Of course not." Aya glanced at him sideways, and her tone was full of blame for Gogol for not really understanding her words, "I'm standing still, Mr. Gogol."

"What?" Gogol tapped his head nervously again, with an aggrieved expression on his face, as if an illusory ear had drooped down on his head, "Miss Lillian, you can lie to me. I am looking for freedom. In, very hard."

"You lied to me, Miss." Without her response, Nikolai Gogol began to act coquettishly like a child again.

Ling had no choice but to stand up. Originally, there was a distance of tens of centimeters between them. When she approached Gogol, the distance between them was infinitely drawn.

Looking at this man's face, she suddenly felt that she couldn't get angry. After all, his aggrieved look was pretty good.

She squatted down patiently, their eyes were at the same level, staring at his pair of silver-white pupils, she said seriously: "Mr. Nikolai, I am not looking for freedom, because I already have freedom."

"However, since you're looking for it, I'll give you half of it."