Lillian's Melaleuca routine

Gogol just looked at Aya without blinking, his whole body seemed to be frozen, and in his brain, he had already fallen into intricate thinking.

Ling stood up easily, and she walked towards the stage without disturbing Gogol who was still standing there.

After walking a few steps, she heard footsteps behind, and it was Gogol who followed.

She slowed her pace, and soon they were in a straight line.

"Nikolai, don't you want to say something?" Aya asked, she didn't look at his expression.

And Nikolai Gogol was still immersed in Aya's words just now. At this moment, his brain had froze and his mind was in a mess.

He couldn't tell what kind of mood he should be in now, ecstasy, satisfaction, resentment or sadness?

In the end he sadly found himself laughing involuntarily - at a moment when he didn't even know it.

Based on this, he fell into a complex emotion of joy and pain, and the cycle went on and on, unable to extricate himself.

He's like a silly, doll manipulated by low-level emotions.Just like the group of people not far away from him, showing the same ugly, embarrassing, psychedelic smile as if the brain was mastered.This feeling made him feel particularly panic-he was afraid that he would be assimilated by emotion.

But when he heard Ling's words, he couldn't help but secretly rejoiced deeply in his heart. This was the fact that his instinct told him. Upside down, like an addiction.

Realizing that he hadn't answered for a long time, Ling raised her head to see his absent-minded state. She didn't ask any more questions, but just reminded him to pay attention to his feet.

Their footsteps became slower and slower, and there were more and more people. The deafening music made all thoughts far away.When Nikolai Gogol recovered from his short thinking, he realized that Aya was no longer by his side.

He searched for a long time, only to find that Ling was near a bar not far away, holding a glass of cocktail, skillfully chatting with a Russian person.

In Gogol's heart, unhappiness and resentment suddenly swept everything away, and all the complicated emotions just disappeared. Now, he just wants to go over and find her.

Not far away, Ling was chatting with a Russian man named Sasha, who came from Petropavlovsk, Kamchatka in the Russian Far East, and came to play with his friends today.

"Yuri is such a bastard, he abandoned me to be with his new playmate." He shrugged and turned his gaze to a place not far away.

Aya then set her gaze in that direction.In that corner, a young man with mid-length blond hair was chatting with a brown-haired beauty. They were sitting in a hidden corner, chatting happily.

In the dim light, they were obviously not very noticeable, because there were others like them around.

"Well, I think, Sasha, you should pay him back. Um...you say, you're from Kamchatka? Can you tell me about it? I've heard of it, but I'm not familiar with it. " Ling picked up a topic casually, and chatted with him.

This Mr. Sasha is obviously polite, at least he is more time-conscious than those who came to strike up a conversation before him.

However, that's all there is to it.

What he said next made Aya lose all affection for him.

"Of course! Miss Lillian, if you mention Kamchatka, you have to mention the Klyuchev Volcanic Group. If you are lucky, you can see the freshly cooled magma there. Of course, you can also see it in Kamchatka. To brown bears and killer whales—if there is enough time. Speaking of which, are you here for tourism? Your Russian is really good." He first gave a rough introduction, and seeing Ling nodded, he couldn't hold back Invitation sent.

"If you lack a guide, I think I will be happy to help you. Although I am from Petropavlovsk, I have been in Moscow for some years and I am familiar enough with it."

"Thank you very much, Sasha, but I already have a guide." Aya just rejected him bluntly. She turned around and waved to Gogol who was not far away, "Nikolai, I'm here here!"

Not far away, Gogol saw her, and he walked straight towards Ling.

He has regained his senses, and he can't see any emotion from his expression, just like his usual camouflaged posture, that face that always has a casual smile.

Sasha didn't walk away, he was still on the spot, and he followed Ling to say hello to the acquainted Gogol.

"Hello."

Gogol replied with a greeting. He didn't express any displeasure, he still had the same expression, but only he knew what he was really thinking.

They just exchanged a few simple greetings. Just as Sasha wanted to continue the topic just now, he put a hand on his shoulder. Aya followed her eyes and saw that it was the person named Yuri just now. Looking closely, Ling discovered that he was also a beautiful boy with exquisite facial features, a pair of blue-green pupils, which looked quite dazzling under the light, but he looked a little too young.

"My name is Yuri Prisetti, beautiful lady, can you tell me your name?" He said frivolously.

Ling took a sip of the dark beer, and she subconsciously looked at Gogol next to him, and found that he turned his head away with a nonchalant expression, a bit trying to cover up.

"Of course, my name is Lillian," she said then.

After a brief conversation, Ling exchanged contact information with them and agreed to meet again sometime. This was not her original intention, but a decision she made after seeing Nikolai Gogol's reaction.

He still had a lot of fun chatting with Sasha and Yuri with ease - which was clearly out of his character.

At least Ling didn't quite believe it, his change of attitude was too weird, although he didn't show anything, but to Ling, this couldn't be more obvious.

Because this emotional change comes from her own reasons.

Ling didn't understand Gogol yet, so she decided to wait.

They sat together and chatted for an hour, and then they separated because of Sasha's relationship.

He suddenly curled up on the ground in pain, with an embarrassing expression, which really scared them a little, and the strangers around them were also taken aback by his condition.After this incident, they didn't talk much, so Yuri hurriedly took him to the hospital.

Aya didn't have much interest in Yuri Prisetti, so she didn't show much enthusiasm.In terms of psychological age, he is too naive for her, which Aya cannot tolerate, and they have nothing in common in terms of hobbies.

But listening to them talk about things in other fields is also good, at least this is something that enriches life experience.

But more important things are now in front of Aya.

She and Gogol sat side by side on a row of seats, and now, it was only the two of them left.

It was Aya who asked the question first.

"Nikolai, have I upset you?"

He shook his head.

"Then why are you avoiding me like this?" she asked directly.

He just raised his head in surprise, and the surprise was vividly expressed in those widened pupils.

"I didn't avoid you." He explained, "If we have time, we can still go on the road. Do you want to go to Kamchatka? I think Chukchi is also good. Between Chukchi and the Bering Sea, it is The Bering Strait, I mean, if you stay in Russia a little longer, you can go there."

"I can't go there." Aya said, her eyes pointed directly at him, "I don't want to go there either, Nikolai, if you recommend this place to me, how about you go with me? "

"Lilian, you can't go there, can you?" Gogol just retorted.

"That doesn't mean you don't want to go!" Aya said, and she poked his chest angrily, "Nikolai, do you want to go to Chukotka? Do you want to go to Chukotka with me?"

"This is a false proposition, you can't go at all." He was silent for a long time before saying, "Lillian, there is no need for us to discuss this topic."

He saw Aya's uncontrollable disappointed face, which made him snicker and at the same time make him feel extremely sad.

While he was in a state of uncertainty, he still told himself that this is what you want, and you did nothing wrong.

"Nikolai, can we talk about your freedom again?" Aya was not angry after a moment of loss, but returned to a topic they had a long time ago.

"Of course." This time, he readily agreed.

"Until now, Nikolai, I haven't understood what you mean by freedom," she said. "I know it and my freedom are two different things. However, I still think they have something in common, Isn't it?"

Gogol nodded approvingly, and said, "About my theory of freedom—if human beings are a brain with a complex structure, then my freedom is an angel."

Talking about this, he was full of excitement, and his smile became more real: "He is above the sea of ​​fate, flying to the boundless sky. When he raises his head, he can see that the truth is within reach. When he Bending down, one can see the boundless coastline. Every wave is a water droplet made by people. Not night."

His answer was full of fantasy, and it was the flower of inspiration that rose and fell in his heart.

"He thought that his freedom was hidden in the interlaced black and white sky. When he was swimming in the sea, he yearned for the sky, but when he was in the sky—"

"He started yearning for the ocean again."

The fire in his heart was burning brightly, which made him forget all the pain before.

Aya looked at him, and she just followed his words and said, "About my theory of freedom—if we just call human beings themselves, then my freedom is just freedom itself."

When she saw Gogol's eyes looking over, he began to relax again, which was exactly what Aya wanted to see.

She said very softly: "When the angel is in the sea, the sky is freedom. When the angel breaks through the shackles and flies into the sky, he is bound by the sky again. At this time, he understands that his freedom is neither in the sky nor in the sea. And in the far horizon."

"He started to go far away. He could look at wild flowers and tease the grass on the side of the road, but he lived in the open air. When it rained, he hid in the clouds soaked by rain. The water wetted his body. Wing, what should he do?"

"the answer is--"

"If spring comes, let the earth complete it little by little."

"If Nikolai Gogol wants to find his freedom, he should understand that freedom is not only far away in the sky, but also within his reach."

She said it word for word.

"Therefore, he should understand that his failure has nothing to do with every flower and every grass on the roadside. When he is exhausted, he has missed freedom, everything on the roadside, and the relationship with others. Fate and good chance."