Lillian's Melaleuca routine

But it's not annoying.

At least Gogol's expression has told Aya his true emotion.

They walked into this auto dealership.In addition to selling cars, this store also sells some small vehicles and provides some car rental services.

There were not many people in the store. When the waiter at the door saw them, she smiled and said hello. After asking them about their needs, she led them to the destination, and then quietly stepped aside and waited.

The purpose of Ling bringing Gogol here is obvious, she wants to rent a car.

When leaving the garage, they no longer take the subway back.

Aya rented two motorcycles.The whole is painted black with spray paint, it is streamlined, the material is hard, not too high-profile, very restrained decoration, but it looks cool.

"I've wanted a motorcycle for a long time." Aya familiarized herself with the basic operation, she hadn't driven a car for a long time.

She was in high spirits and couldn't wait to try it.

"Nikolai, can you drive?"

Before he could answer, she looked around for a while, then moved closer to him nervously.

"Listen, Nikolai." She lowered her voice and whispered to him, "I have an international driver's license, but I don't bring it with me. But I don't want to go back and get it."

"I guess you didn't bring your driver's license, but I'm afraid the traffic police will stop me instead of you."

"Where are we going?" Gogol asked, subconsciously lowering his voice.

"You'll know later." Ling said mysteriously, "It's a surprise."

They rode a motorcycle on the road. Fortunately, the performance of the motorcycle was good and the noise was not too loud.It is also considered remote, and there are no people blocking the way.

Aya took Gogol and set off in the west direction.In fact, she just chose a direction at random, and she didn't know where they were going.

She had no purpose in the first place.

They headed west along the road, and as time went by, they got farther and farther away from Moscow, and the houses gradually became shorter and shorter until they disappeared.Tall, big pine needles took the place of the house, and she didn't stop until the sun went down.

They parked the car aside.

There is a thin layer of snow on the ground, covering the dry grass.There is no place to set foot.Because they don't have raincoats, their coats and hair are now covered with snow. Fortunately, the snow is not heavy, and it has completely stopped now.

They didn't care about this, and Xi Di sat down on the side of the road.

"Things seem to be a bit out of my expectation, Nikolai." Ling was a little annoyed, "I thought it was an interesting thing, but I didn't expect it to be surprisingly boring. Sorry, I seem to have messed up."

"However, I think you will like this place more than those places." She stretched out her hand and brushed the snow on his head. The snow and his hair color almost blended together, making it almost impossible for her to tell whether it was snow Or his hair.

Gogol finally showed that mockingly arrogant expression, and he said, "It doesn't make any difference to me."

"Why do you say that?" Aya was not angry, she asked, "If you don't mind telling me, I thought we were still friends."

She didn't expect him to tell the truth, he was always half-truthful when it came to himself.

Gogol just said with a half-smile: "I can't explain it. Every day I live, I suffer."

He stretched out his hand, gently stroked the corner of her eyes, and in Ling's half-understanding eyes, he said, "Don't mention this."

Aya sighed lowly, she didn't know what to reply.

Just when the atmosphere became silent, Gogol showed an energetic expression again.Seeing Ling's dazed expression, he snickered triumphantly, and pinched her cheek lightly: "I lied to you just now! Lilian, have you been fooled?"

"Fucked!" Aya gave him a hard hammer, "Nikolai! You are so hateful!"

Gogol propped his chin and looked at the ground, helplessly allowing her to beat and scold him.

The inexplicable atmosphere just now disappeared again.

Ling didn't know whether Gogol's expression just now was real or not, but she believed it for a moment.

But why did he suffer?

What about the freedom he was looking for?What is that.

In their conversation that day, he also didn't say a word about his freedom, he just told her that he was looking for freedom.

Aya has never understood what Gogol's freedom is.Now is not a good time to ask questions.She already understood, but at this moment, he was unwilling to tell her.

Now that I have come here, I have to go for a walk around. Although there are no vehicles passing by on the road, it is not a good place to chat on the side of the road. It is not just sitting on the side of the road with Ling and Guogol. with.

After Lingfa was stunned for a while, she stood up, shook the snow off her body, and stretched out her hand to Gogol.

"Aren't you going to go shopping?" She issued an invitation.

They went deep into the woods.After passing a few sparse and dry bushes, the terrain suddenly rose.Standing at the bottom, it is almost impossible to see what is on the top.This ramp is really too steep, and it is very difficult to climb up, but if you don't walk, this will become the end point.

Aya frowned, looked at the slope with almost no snow, and thought: "Nikolai, let's drive up the motorcycle."

"Oh, I'm so tired. I don't even want to drive the motorcycle, so please drive me up."

Anyway, there is no one now, and the seat of this motorcycle is relatively large, so it is no problem to carry two people.

"Can I object?"

"No!" Aya refused solemnly.

He obviously looked forward to it, she thought.

They put the other motorcycle on the side of the road and hid it somewhere out of the way.Then, sitting on the motorcycle left behind, he rushed up the slope in one go.

Because there were still some traces of snow on the slope, they almost overturned their car, but fortunately nothing happened in the end.

Above the slope is a flat land.There is a section of road in front of the flat land, which is vast and unobstructed, and it is not yet possible to see what the end is.

They did not stop after going up, but continued to drive forward with great interest.

"Nikolai! Are you exciting?" Aya called out to him in the biting wind, and her voice even echoed a bit.

"Exciting!" he replied in the same voice loudly.

He leaned back slightly and leaned against Ling's body.There were no big obstacles in front of him, so he raised his head relaxedly, looked up at the sky, and rested his head on Aya's shoulder.

In the rush of the wind, his white hair was lifted and hit her face lightly, causing a slight sting.

Sitting behind him, Aya reached out and grabbed his shoulders, making a trumpet shape with her hands.

"Then speed up!"

Amid Ling's shouts, Gogol stepped on the shift pedal.

Aya didn't know how to describe this feeling, at this moment they were like a gust of wind, heading towards the boundless sky.

She took a deep breath, feeling her heart beating fast and steadily.

At this moment, she was sober as never before.

With the broadening of the field of vision, they gradually reached the end point on the slightly stumbling road.Ahead was an extremely open lake, which had already frozen over.Seen from a distance, the endless bubble ice on the icy blue lake looks like a huge irregular mirror, shining brightly.

However, there is a height difference of more than ten meters between where they are and the mirror.

But Gogol still raised his head, not sure if he really didn't notice or pretended not to.

Aya suddenly made a decision.

"Nikolai Gogol!" She leaned closer to his ear, brushing away the hair near his ear, trying to regain his consciousness.

He responded, and his voice was a bit fragmented in the friction with the air.

"I said, is what you just said true—?"

"what--?"

"I mean—every day I live, I suffer—"

"..."

He didn't reply.

"If it is true, please shake your head, Nikolai, will you?"

Aya was just telling him that she wanted to hear his lies.

She didn't mind his lying.

"It's true." Nikolai Gogol just closed his eyes and didn't move for a while. In the end, he didn't nod or shake his head, but replied like this.

"If it's true—"

In his rapid breathing, Aya covered his eyes.

She could feel his trembling eyelids, and his cold cheeks without a trace of warmth, but they were also alive. His fragile breathing ups and downs clearly told Aya his remaining breath of life.

The wind drowns everything out, and the snow swirls underfoot.In the world of accelerated motion, they seem to be far away from everything in the world.

"Please stop thinking."

Finally, she said so.

At high speed, they rushed out of the flat ground together and fell into the frozen world.