Lillian's Melaleuca routine

After she finished speaking, Gogol was unexpectedly silent.A few seconds later, he suddenly got motivated again, and said vigorously: "If that's the case, then I won't be polite!"

"Before that, please answer me a question." Aya stood up, looked down at him, and asked full of scrutiny, "Mr. Gogol, why are you asking me this question?"

"Miss Lillian, do you want to hear the truth or lies?" Gogol raised his head and said playfully, "The truth is, I am very curious about Miss Lilian's answer! The lie is, this is an order from the boss."

Aya thought thoughtfully: "I understand."

Although Gogol didn't tell the truth, he had already told her the answer.So Aya sat down again, and this time, they were a little closer.

"Mr. Gogol, let's continue the previous topic."

"Okay." Gogol adjusted a comfortable sitting position, propped his chin with his hands, and gazed into the distance, "Why does Miss Lilian want to travel?"

"Huh?" Their topic returned to travel, but Aya actually wanted to talk about Gogol's affairs more routinely, but since he had already asked the question first, she would answer it.

"I travel because I have nothing to do."

"Eh?" Gogol seemed a little surprised by her answer, "Isn't it for relaxation?"

"Is it enough to relax at home? But I don't want to stay at home." Aya said.

Nikolai Gogol was even more surprised, his beautiful eyes were wide open. After a while, he seemed to think of something, and asked in a worried tone: "Miss Lilian, are you with your family?" Is there something, um... a contradiction?"

"No." Aya said, "I have no family."

Gogol seemed to have thought of something, he sighed, stretched out his hand, and stroked Ling's head soothingly, he turned his gaze into the distance, and said softly: "I don't have any family either—if this can comfort you if."

But Nikolai Gogol seemed to be wrong, and what he said did not displease Aya.Because she didn't hold any sad attitude towards this matter, but considering to appease Gogol's sensitive and fragile glass heart, Aya still acquiesced in the fact that she was sad because of the loss of her family.

But she's clearly not good at acting.

Gogol quickly noticed her abnormality. He covered his eyes with his hand and said in a helpless tone, "Sorry, Lillian. Actually, I am not sad because of the loss of my family. You don't need to take it to heart."

They looked at each other, and Aya looked like him without blinking. It was funny that she could see her entire reflection in his almost transparent pupils.On the contrary, Nikolai Gogol, who had been lively before, surrendered after persisting for a while. He turned his face sideways, covered his eyes with his hands in a disguised manner, and conceded in embarrassment.

Ling laughed at him wantonly: "Mr. Nikolai Gogol, are you blushing?"

"No." Gogol touched his cheek reflexively, only to realize that he had been fooled.

Under Aya's narrow gaze, he had no choice but to pretend he didn't care and change their topic: "Living alone, doesn't Miss Lilian find it hard?"

"I have money, so I don't work hard." Aya replied bluntly, "But you, Mr. Nikolai Gogol, joined the 'organization' because you didn't have money, and you fooled around with people like Alexander Pushkin every day? ?”

Gogol was amused again, he seemed to laugh a lot today, and he was also pleased with Aya's sarcasm about Pushkin: "Hahahaha, you're right! Miss Lillian, I'm fooling around with Pushkin .”

"However, Pushkin is still useful." He added, and he turned to look at the jungle behind them, which was the direction they came from. "Look, this is the value of Pushkin."

Ling followed him and turned her head. Not far away, the fire was rising. It started from a corner of the villa. Soon, she could smell it.

Aya understood. It seemed that Pushkin was in charge of physical strength in this unknown organization, and he was responsible for handling the aftermath.

Nikolai Gogol watched all this excitedly. He stood up and cheered loudly: "This is the taste of freedom!"

"..."

Aya began to doubt her own judgment. Is Nikolai Gogol really a normal person?

"This is the taste of Yevgeny Belekov's soul ascending to heaven and returning to freedom!" Gogol winked at her, and he said intoxicated, "It's so exciting! Look! In the fire Everything was sublimated, and in the fire, Yevgeny Belekov finally broke through himself, broke through his tiny head! His suffering is his judgment!"

They watched for a while, and the smell of the fire became stronger and stronger.Ling watched the villa together with Gogol in the firelight, a large part of it had already been scorched black, and the rest was twisted and deformed under the scorching fire.

After a long time, Ling said: "Mr. Nikolai, I have to admit that what you said is indeed reasonable. If it is true that Mr. Yevgeny Belekov committed a crime, then he deserves to be punished."

She thought for a while, and couldn't help but added: "Actually, I partly agree with Pushkin's point of view. However, any human being is not qualified to judge human beings."

"Huh?" Gogol asked in surprise, "Miss Lillian is referring to the fact that only non-humans can judge humans?"

"Yes."

"Because evil comes from human reason, so as long as you are a person, you can't judge people? Because people are judges and parties at the same time." Gogol's eyes became brighter and brighter, "Disasters and pain are the punishment for people. We Is that right?"

Aya just nodded.

And death, she added in her mind.

"Since this is the case, how does Miss Lillian view freedom?" Gogol suddenly turned around. At this time, there was no frivolous smile on his face, and he asked seriously.

"Freedom is a form of loneliness." Aya said, "I mean - a free person must be lonely, but a lonely person is not necessarily free. For example, if a bird flies in the sky, we will think it is Lonely, because it is only a description of the bird's current state, but the bird may not be free, because it may be kept in captivity."

"I think the free man is one of the forms of the phenomenon of dispossession," she concludes.

"So, Miss Lillian, are you lonely?" Gogol asked.

Ling was not surprised that Gogol would ask this question, because she had said before that she was free.

"Yes." Aya took a few steps forward, and she stood in front of Nikolai Gogol, with the lonely starry sky behind her. At this moment, her eyes were brighter than ever before, so dazzling as stars. "However, Mr. Gogol, have you ever thought about it? Loneliness, that is - helplessness can also be interpreted in another way. Actually, I don't like to use loneliness, helplessness, etc. vocabulary to describe yourself."

She raised her hand and pointed to the vast galaxy.

Nikolai Gogol couldn't help moving his eyes with her hand, and he couldn't help admiring the night sky. Even so, the next second, he couldn't take his eyes off her anymore, because he heard Aya Said: "I am not helpless."

"My home is everywhere."