Lillian's Melaleuca routine

They didn't fall hard.

At the moment of falling, they abandoned the motorcycle that was still in motion.When presenting a parabolic fall posture, the expected pain did not come.

It felt a bit strange, Aya felt that Gogol held her back, and he used a supernatural power.The originally short falling process became extremely long. One moment they were still in midair, but the next second, when they fell to the ground, they basically could not feel the effect of gravity.

Before the motorcycle not far away had time to fall onto the ice, Gogol just waved his hand, and the motorcycle appeared in the cloak in a state of anti-gravity.

In short, everything is safe and sound, which is the best outcome Aya had imagined before.

The worst thing is that the car breaks down and people get hurt.

But thinking of his previous abilities, Aya felt that this height was not a problem for him.

Now, they saw the glassy lake up close.The water at the bottom of the lake is extremely clear, showing a dark blue color under the gloomy sky. Through the ice surface, besides the clear lake water, you can also see bubbles of irregular size gathered together, like a Strings of white dazzling neon, or in the shape of a gourd, are intertwined with the slightly cracked ice surface, forming a strange beauty.

From a distance, it looks like a cracked blue-white salt lake.

This is a vast and boundless place, with only a thin line between the ground and the sky.As long as you don't turn your back, there will be a large and vast space in front of you.

Ling and Gogo looked at each other in blank dismay, and she suddenly burst out laughing.

"Surprise? Just now doesn't count."

Aya was referring to the bad move of leading him around before.

"Probably." Gogol just bent his lips.

Aya straightened her hat, patted her frozen cheeks with gloved hands, and then slowly sat down and lay down on the ice.Because the thick clothes separated it, there was no special feeling.The soles of her feet, which were already frozen, had no intuition for a long time, so she adjusted her posture.Folding his hands above his head, he looked at Gogol who was still standing aside, and waved at him as if nothing had happened.

"Nikolai, don't you come together?"

Gogol just squatted down, looked at her from top to bottom, and said word by word: "No."

"You don't want it, do you mean you want it?" Aya asked as if she didn't understand.

...and finally he lay down.

They lay on the ice and chatted, watching the clouds move slowly in the sky. There were not many clouds, and the wind was not too strong, making the clouds look light and light.The weather was not very good, but in the gloomy snow field, the boundless mountains stretched as far as the eye could see, making their incomparably lonely.

Ling turned her head to look at Gogol and looked at the sky calmly. For a moment, he and the snow seemed to be one.

He didn't make a sad face, but somehow, he seemed to have returned to the uninterrupted silence he had been in before.

Aya was not happy with this state, so she took the initiative to start the topic.

"I'm always thinking about something sometimes."

"What is it?" Gogol asked.

"I don't know the so-called things, most of them are no big deal. Sometimes I'm bored, so I have to do something." Aya said, "What about you, Nikolai?"

"Me?" he said lightly and humorously. "I'm just a bore, like most people are. Um, like you?"

Aya couldn't help complaining: "I'm just an ordinary person, Nikolai."

She was whispering that he was a dangerous element.

Ling saw Gogol looking at her calmly, with obvious loss and distrust in his eyes.So, she had no choice but to deny the answer herself in frustration: "You won, Nikolai. At least, I am not an ordinary person when I stay with you, a dangerous person."

She couldn't help accusing him emphatically: "Dangerous element!"

Gogol couldn't help laughing again.

Aya couldn't give an exact description, but his smile now is undoubtedly gentle, like ice melting gradually in a snowy night.

He went on: "You're right, Lillian. Then we're in the same party."

For some reason, in his mind, this usually derogatory term doesn't sound so bad.

"Isn't that good?" Aya asked back.

"Is someone like me considered to be in the same party?"

"A party? Do you mean friends?" Aya repeated what he said, and then she asked suspiciously, "Why do you think so?"

"Nikolai, I thought you knew." She called his name solemnly, and said solemnly, "I don't want to be your accomplice."

She immediately realized that her words were ambiguous, so she approached him, raised her index finger, and whispered: "Shh, Nikolai, don't talk, listen to me."

This time, Gogol didn't listen to her.

He understood the meaning of her words, and was genuinely delighted by it, and gave a happy reply.

"What a coincidence, I don't want to be your party either." After finishing speaking, Gogol lightly tugged the ball on Ling's hat, and Ling immediately slapped his hand away.

"You see, we have a common language," he said.

"Yes." Aya nodded in agreement.

"So, I like the feeling of staying with you, Lilian." Nikolai Gogol stretched out his hand, gently cupped her face, and sighed.Then, he saw Aya suddenly laughing, her eyebrows and eyes were like a crooked moon.

He suddenly felt defeated again because he had only wanted to tease her.

So he let go of his hand and didn't want to talk.

"Is this the truth or a lie, Nikolai?" Aya asked, tilting her head.

"It's a lie, a lie, a lie." Gogol just said impatiently. He even deliberately emphasized it three times, but he suddenly changed his words in the end, "You can choose the answer you believe in, Lillian."

"Forget it... I mean, it's nothing."

To his relief, Ling didn't say anything extra, they leaned side by side, and looked at the sky again, now, even the wind was quiet.From time to time, snow is blown over the head and drifts into the distance.

If it weren't for the snow blowing around from time to time, and the large open space.Aya even thought they had gone back to the night when they were together by the lake.

Aya still misses Gogol at that time—the weird but curious feeling he gave.Now, he is like a treasure chest, slowly being opened by her, Ling is full of anticipation, wanting to see what is inside.

While she was still thinking, Gogol suddenly broke the silence and asked, "Lilian, can you tell me the reason for what you just said?"

He was referring to what Aya had said on the motorcycle.

Ling thought for a long time, and finally remembered that he meant stop thinking.

She breathed a sigh of relief, this question is not difficult to answer.

"I think you are unhappy." She answered his question first, and then added another question, "Nikolai, are you lonely?"

Before he could answer, Aya continued to answer: "A free person is always lonely, so Nikolai must be lonely too."

She used an affirmative.

"It's the big truth you said before." Ling thought that Gogol would agree with her, but instead, he was wronged, "But, Lilian, I'm still looking for freedom. I don't have freedom at all."

They talked about the previous topic again.

"But, Nikolai, didn't I share it with you?" Aya stretched out her hand and tugged at his hair angrily.She saw Gogol finally turn around, and they were lying face to face.

Gogol didn't speak, but Aya could see his accusation from his eyes.

He's saying, that's not mine at all.

He was obsessed with this question like a childish brat.

But Aya will naturally not be stumped by this question, she intends to use logic and reason to make him succumb.

"Nikolai, if the freedom of one is alone, the freedom of two will not be."

While answering like this, Aya looked around on the lake, as if she was looking for something.

After a while, Ling finally found her target, which was a huge piece of ice, half a meter high.She rushed over excitedly, picked up the huge ice cube that was half the height of a person, and then moved it to Gogol's side with a puzzled expression.

Transparent ice cubes are naturally cold to the touch.

She handed the ice cube to Gogol and let him touch it.

"Nikolai, are you cold?" she asked.

"It's so cold." He said pitifully, and he stretched out his hands that touched the ice cubes, trying to cover his bright red cheeks - he had wanted to do this for a long time.

Disappointingly, Aya turned her head to the side and avoided it.

She saw Gogol's expression suddenly changed.

He was even more lost, but that was only for a moment.

Ling didn't stop moving, she took off the gloves on her hands, the temperature outside was too low, after touching the cold air, her hands couldn't help trembling slightly.Fortunately, although the weather was bitterly cold, her hand that had just touched the outside world was still warm enough.

While talking, Ling put the half glove on for Gogol.Then she explained to him: "My cheeks were too cold, but luckily I had gloves on."

Then, Aya covered the exposed hand with the palm of his remaining hand and clasped it tightly.

Nikolai's hands are so cold.

Aya muttered in her heart, but she still didn't stop the movement of her hands, and she raised their hands that were intertwined.

She smiled and said, "Look, isn't it cold now?"

"The freedom of two people is the same, isn't it? With the free person, the one who is not free will also be rendered by the free one."

Nikolai Gogol just turned his head away and returned to the previous topic: "You are sophistry, Lillian. The freedom of two people will only double the loneliness."

"So do you feel lonely now?" Aya asked.

He shook his head.

"So do you feel free now?"

He nodded first, then shook his head.

"Does this mean 50.00% freedom?" Aya asked without understanding what he meant.

Gogol shook his head and said gloomily, "It's one hundred percent and zero percent."

Ling was not discouraged, she knew it would not be an easy task to convince Gogol, in fact, she did not try to persuade him, because he is a very egotistical person.

Gogol did not pause, he said mockingly: "I am like a mental patient, living in my own world."

But in fact, his tone did not have the slightest self-pity, on the contrary, he was complacent about these.

"I walk on the road every day, feeling like a different kind of person. I wander around the world like an idiot." He sighed, his tone regretful, "It's a pity, if only I were an idiot."

"Sometimes, I don't feel like I'm killing people, I'm setting them free. I don't understand, Lillian," he said bewildered, "I just did the right thing. Leaving this filthy world, no okay?"

"It doesn't matter, they won't understand anyway."

"Are you sad about this? Nikolai." Aya asked.

"Of course not." Gogol just hooked the corners of his mouth, showing a weird enough smile that looked like he was crying, "I'm enjoying it."

"Then why are you telling me this?"

"..."

"Since you can't answer, then don't answer me, Nikolai."

"Of course it's because I like you, Lillian." After a long time, Gogol said eloquently.He sat up very girlishly, made a Xizi holding a heart, and blinked, "I want you to know everything about me. I'm sorry, did I screw up?"

He sighed, and began to ramble: "I didn't mean it, Lillian, please don't mind."

"God, if you really exist, please tell me, how can I save the heart of a beloved girl? If you know the answer, please save this poor Nikolai Gogol, who is going through A great and painful lesson, he did something wrong and needs to be punished..."

Aya just looked at him and listened carefully to what he had to say.

After he finally said the last word, Ling smiled and stood on tiptoe and patted his head: "Your Excellency Nikolai Gogol, the gods have heard your call, now, she tells his followers, Gulai Gogol needed a hug to end this ordeal."

"May I ask if you want to respond to the god's expectations?"