Lillian's Melaleuca routine

"I do know him." Gogol didn't show any embarrassment, he just replied to Aya calmly after a while, "Lilian, if you still remember the white rose brooch, then You should know who I am."

As he spoke, he showed a warm smile to Aya, showing that he was not bothered by this question.

Ling listened to the expected answer, she didn't care about the question that Gogol lied to her before, but fell into deep thought.Now, she has a clearer picture of what Fyodor's plan is.

Only a few doubts remain

Was Gogol the one who delivered the bomb?

If the truck driven by Pushkin contained bombs, how did two people manage to transport so many bombs without being noticed?

And why did Fyodor blow up the amusement park?What is his purpose?

If it's just causing riots, then he's making too much of a fuss.

What was his purpose in taking Yevgeny Belekov away?

Ling didn't dwell on these questions for too long, she quickly pulled out of her thoughts, stood up, and patted Gogol on the shoulder.

"I probably understand, Nikolai, thank you for telling me the answer, it helped me a lot, at least, it gave me a little clue."

"Am I not paid?" Gogol asked, and he was very confident when he asked this question.

Ling looked surprised, she puffed up her cheeks, and said in a low voice: "Nikolai, you have also started to make progress. But, do you have anything to ask me? As long as I can answer you, it is thank you for being happy with me time."

"Speaking of which, I seem to have made a loss-making business." She frowned, and then suddenly showed a bright smile, "But it doesn't matter, let's treat it as an exchange of our secrets."

Gogol just stretched out his hand to pull the hat, he paused, and then asked, "Lilian, what's the relationship between you and Fyodor?"

From just now, he has been curious about this question.

He knew that Aya would not suddenly pose a meaningless thing, so he took the initiative to ask questions.

He saw Ling's eyes getting brighter and brighter.

She showed that sly smile again, and it took a long time before she asked: "Nikolai, to be honest, this may be the answer you don't want to hear. Are you sure you want to know?"

She gave him an ultimatum, and to be honest, she was expecting Gogol's reaction.

Gogol nodded emphatically, and he still had time to make a joke: "Of course, Lillian. I think it can't be more surprising than that you like Sasha."

Aya then couldn't help laughing out loud, she raised her head, slumped on the chair, propped her chin with one hand, and said meaningfully in his unclear expression: "Indeed, it's nothing, so I'll tell you How about you. Fei Jia and I are a couple."

She was fortunate enough to see the complex expression of Nikolai Gogol that had never been shown before. The expression was really wonderful. From the few seconds after he heard this sentence, Gogol experienced confusion, astonishment, bewilderment, panic, resentment and other mixed emotions, and finally, his expression finally returned to calm.

He scratched his hair, then put his hand down abruptly, repeated this flustered move several times, and then asked calmly: "Lilian, uh... If this is not your joke... I think, You may have used the wrong words, I know, your Russian is very good, but..."

"No." Aya interrupted him, and then repeated again, "Nikolai, you heard me right, and I wasn't joking either. It's true. My relationship with Fei Jia is exactly what you heard. "

Aya just turned sideways and kept looking at Gogol.

She saw that Gogol was silent for a while, and then she simply said, "Lillian, listen, this is your lie, it's your revenge for my deception."

"Nigolai..." Ling was about to say something when she saw Gogol covering her ears in a desperate manner.

Aya recalled the same scene when she was drunk not long ago, but now their roles were reversed.

She couldn't help laughing, she covered her eyes while laughing, as if she couldn't bear to look directly.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Gogol awkwardly turn his head away.

Then she stopped laughing, stood up, approached him, and whispered into his ear, "Nikolai, aren't we friends?"

Gogol still hung his head, it seems that he did not hear a satisfactory answer.

She asked with a heartbroken look on her face: "It seems that you don't think we are friends, well, Nikolai, I have to say that you are right, because we are special friends."

But these words couldn't bring back Gogol's eyes, and he lowered his hat again.

Ling raised his hat again, but soon he pulled it down again. They repeated this action several times to compete for the unlucky top hat. Finally, it was Ling who gave up first. She looked at Gogol He lowered his head again, and the black top hat drooped, like his protective umbrella, keeping him away from all leaking restless emotions.

Now, the party with the problem is Aya.Her brain turned rapidly, looking for a perfect solution to restore Gogol.

She rearranged her language before starting another topic, and then said, "Let me think about it, how can I convince you... By the way! Nikolai, do you know 'libido'?"

Ling looked at Gogol. She didn't wait for Gogol's reply. He still didn't move at this moment, as if he didn't hear her words.

So Aya continued to explain: "Libido is a kind of sexual instinct, sexual tension. This statement comes from Freud. I don't know if you have heard of this point of view. However, if your answer is no, Nico Lai, you can think of libido as a certain degree of freedom, which is in everyone, always in a state of being repressed, and libido is also a state of being suppressed by the id. The repressed state of personality and ego can be seen in everyone. One of the more famous subjects about libido is the Oedipus complex, a kind of Oedipus complex."

"For me, libido is an expression of desire, and libido is also my source of inspiration."

Gogol finally turned his head, he was waiting for her to continue talking.

Ling came from behind him, and she suddenly hugged his neck, pressed her face to his cheek affectionately, and looked at his calm, flawless face from the side.He is as cold as when they first met, but it doesn't matter, there will always be a way.

Aya said sweetly, her voice was like poisoned nectar, like a gangrene attached to the bone, growing vines to entangle the prey and suffocate it.

"These are not important, the important thing is the last sentence I want to say, Nikolai, do you know?"

"One of the ways libido creates in love is through transference."

Aya leaned close to his ear and said in a barely audible voice.

Gogol finally smiled.

But he still asked in a pretentiously indifferent voice: "Lilian, are you trying to say that your libido makes you fickle, and it's your instinct to empathize, so your true love changes all the time? "

"No." Ling shook her head and said, "libido is limited. When libido is all invested in one person, the libido in other people will tend to be zero."

Gogol raised his eyebrows, and asked in a pretentious manner: "So what do you want to tell me? Has your libido been transferred to me? Compared to me, you are now more like a liar."

Aya shook her head, and she said flamboyantly: "Nikolai, I prefer to call libido a thing that belongs to me alone. Just imagine, if you drink a glass of milk, in your conscious senses, the milk's The sweet taste is only your own experience, and drinking it is also from your perception - you know it is sweet. Just like I meet you now, dear Nikolai, it is my libido. , it's also my instinct telling me to get close to you because you make me happy and turn me on."

"So, I don't want to use libido transfer to call the state between us, this is just a scientific explanation. In fact, to me, you are unique. Even if I meet someone else, ahem , I mean the assumption that there will be no further reduction in your libido."

Although Gogol knew that Aya's love words had always been very beautiful, and her sincerity was not as plausible as her words, but he still couldn't help showing a happy expression.

"Are you forgiving me now? Nikolai." Aya asked with a sigh of relief.

She saw Gogol finally speak: "Of course not."

Ling let go of him, and then she looked like she was about to faint. She tapped her head worriedly, with a bitter and bitter expression: "Nikolai, are you on good terms with Fei Jia?"

Gogol shook his head, his evaluation of Fyodor was also quite unique.

"Compared to me, he is a deviant freak."

"Then why are you angry about my relationship with Fei Jia?" Aya asked curiously.

"I'm not angry."

Ling glanced at him suspiciously, she narrowed her eyes, and slapped his forehead affectionately with her head.

She nodded, pretending to agree, "You're not angry. Really?"

Ling saw Gogol reach out and pinch her cheek.Then he said, "Lillian, I'm not angry, I'm just jealous of him."

She saw him lower his eyes, and there was no trace of resignation or bitterness in his tone.

"But I'm glad you don't like Fyodor."

He carelessly planted a thorn in Aya's heart. The thorn was not deep, but it was very piercing.

"You have to be careful with him, he is much more dangerous than me."

The author has something to say: Regarding Guohetuo, I will aggravate their conflicts, weaken the part where they share the same views, and let their brothers fight against each other (?).

If it is said that Guo Guo followed the traditional route of sweet writing, Natuo took the script of marriage first and then love.

And about fruit, I have said it before, maybe no one has seen it, so I will bring it up and say it again.

For the relationship between Guo and the heroine, I refer to the relationship between Gogol and Alexandra Smirnova Rosette.

To sum it up is ambiguity + friendship + love + cheating.

Because I think the state of the heroine and Guo are the most fragrant when they are not together, how can they not be together when they are together! !

Then regarding libido, I am more inclined to think that libido is a collection of positive energy.

(Excerpt from Zhihu)

Libido is a psychological energy that represents life force, or it is life force.Freud believed that this vitality was ultimately a sexual energy. Although Freud's concept of sexuality was broad, his views were still met with skepticism.He himself turned to saying it was a "life instinct" in his later years.Libido is life force, the opposite of death.Seeing the beautiful natural scenery, the mind is very relaxed, and when life is beautiful, libido will be generated.Sex and sex are two completely different concepts.

感谢在2020-03-1023:11:18~2020-03-1613:32:54期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Buy out the shares in China! 1;

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: Buy out the shares in China! , AH1; thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: Depressed flower closed 10 bottles; I just want to sleep 1 bottle; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!