Lillian's Melaleuca routine

It was snowing in the sky, and the snowflakes fell on the car windows, and were swept aside by the windshield wipers, leaving a little bit of ice stains.

The ground is slippery, and although there is only a thin layer of ice now, soon the snow will pile up.

After getting rid of Sonia, Ling slowed down the speed of the car. They drove slowly on the winding mountain road, and their speed was a little faster than that of a battery car. Seen from a distance, they looked like a slow tortoise staggering forward on the road.

Only then did they have time to talk about what happened before.

"I seem to have heard Belekov's name on the radio station before?" Aya asked while driving.

Fyodor nodded.

"I'm sorry you didn't hear that."

"It seems that I missed a good show? But it is also thanks to you, who wants me to drive." Ling glanced at him sideways, and sighed, "If this is what you gave to the police station If it's a gift, this should be the best."

Relieved, after a little thought, Aya understood what Fyodor had done.

From this point of view, Sonia and the others should be overwhelmed and overwhelmed by themselves.

While driving the car, Aya instructed Fyodor to turn on the computer and read to her the big news tonight.

Sure enough, even after a short period of time, Belekov's incident has already caused an uproar.Because it is a radio station with a considerable number of viewers, this real-name revelation quickly fermented on the Internet and in society.

Although Nabokov was not a well-known political figure, his location was a bustling business district.Therefore, he was also quickly found and confirmed dead. According to news reports, he died of cutting his throat with a phone and a large stack of documents in his hand when he died.

It was also relayed word for word over the radio as those trying to rescue him identified the family by phone.

Tonight, the entire night in Moscow will become noisy with sirens and discussions.But Aya had no chance to hear it.

They had to stay outside tonight, and to be on the safe side, now was not the best time to go back to Moscow.Ling only had some small change and the necessary identification documents on her body. Given the fact that the police had messed up, asking her to just give up her hotel luggage and escape was obviously an act of waiting to die.

Sergey is dead, and the worst result is that she becomes a wanted criminal in the police.

Thinking of this, Aya looked at Fyodor next to him, he was resting with his eyes closed, the air-conditioning wind was blowing his hair, and his cheeks were a little red because of the heat.

Why does this person look like he has nothing to do?

This thought was only fleeting in Aya's mind, and she soon had a new topic.

"Fei Jia, why are we going up the mountain?" Ling asked.

"Do you want to go down the mountain and meet the police?" Fyodor asked rhetorically.

"But there is no way up the mountain." She said so, and suddenly, she suddenly parted a hand holding the steering wheel and patted her head, "Ah! When will the police leave?"

"I don't know, but I think it should be soon." Fyodor closed the computer and replied.

"Very good, this is good news, so that I can go to Petersburg according to the original plan." Hearing what he said, Ling breathed a sigh of relief, at least they didn't have to stay in the car for several days, otherwise they would really It's enough.

Their car was driving slowly on the winding road. The snow fell more and more, and soon covered the ground with a layer. Soon, the edge of the car window was also frozen with snowflakes. In the dark sky, there were only stars and fog. The same snow filled the surroundings, making this night less terrifying.

Aya rested her head on the back of the chair, relaxed into a comfortable posture, and stretched her waist.

"Fei Jia, since we're going up the mountain, let's go and watch the sunrise." Ling said, "Snow and sun, it's perfect. But, the only thing I'm worried about is you."

As she spoke, she glanced distractedly at Fyodor.

"If you catch a cold, we will become very troublesome." Aya sighed, "Bad memory, I won't take care of you a second time."

Obviously, that visit had left a deep impression on her, and there was a bit of complaint in her tone unconsciously.

Fyodor just twitched his lips and said, "If you think that's considered care, Lillian. I'm not that vulnerable. Besides, I don't want to be taken care of by you a second time."

When it came to the last sentence, his tone was a bit subtle.

"You should be honored, Fedya." Ling glanced at Fyodor, and then said, "I have no experience in taking care of people. Speaking of which, what time is it?"

"Ten o'clock sharp." Fyodor said, looking at the electronic watch on the car.

"Ten o'clock... If it dawns at nine o'clock, we will stay in the car for eleven hours." Ling thought for a while, then slowed down the speed of the car, and finally stopped, "It's too cold on the mountain, Fei Jia, Can you see where Sonia and the others are?"

She pointed to the computer.

"Yes." Fyodor nodded, but he didn't open it, but said directly, "Shall we spend the night halfway up the mountain?"

"Of course, the top of the mountain is too cold." Thinking of this, Ling felt a little dizzy, "Are we going to spend the night in the car?"

"From the current situation, it is so. Now stop, Lilian." Fyodor said.

"What are you going to do?"

"I've got something in the trunk."

The car finally stopped on the side of the road, Ling turned on the headlights first, then she opened the door, and as soon as she got out of the car, she was shocked by the air-conditioning outside the car.Exhaling a breath, she pulled the down jacket tighter and closed the door.

She saw that Fyodor had opened the trunk and took out several boxes from it. The boxes included some common emergency items on the mountain, two blankets, and some water, food, and clothing.

Fyodor went back to the car, then took out a flashlight and a snow shovel and handed them to her.

Aya knew what he was going to do.She took a car snow shovel and started shoveling snow—they had to remove the thin snow from the car windows first, before the snow buried the whole car.

When she finished these things, the snow hadn't stopped.Now, her body is also covered with a layer of snowflakes.

"Perfect!" Aya stretched out her hand to move her stiff body, she turned sideways and looked at Fyodor beside him, he was wearing very thin clothes, at least compared to the current low temperature.Out of concern, she greeted, "Fei Jia, are you not cold? If you are cold, you can go back to the car first."

"Aren't you going back? Or are you going out?" Fyodor asked.

Aya shook her head and said excitedly: "You know what? Fei Jia, I have never stayed in the snow-capped mountains for a whole night! It is rare to come across such an opportunity, of course I have to go around! Fei Jia, don't worry about me , you know, it is impossible for me to have anything, this temperature is nothing to me."

She waved at Fyodor, thinking about walking around.

But Ling didn't expect that Fyodor didn't get in the car, and he slowly walked to her side.

When Aya looked at him suspiciously, he tilted his head and replied with the same expression.

"Aren't you going to get in the car?" Aya asked.

"I don't have any reason to get in the car," he said.

"I understand." Aya didn't say anything, she just smiled and walked to Fyodor's side, "Then, Fedya, let's go. Where are we going?"

"Lake Velikoye?" Fyodor thought about it for a while, looked at the direction Aya was heading, and replied.

"You guessed wrong, Fedya." Aya shook her finger, then covered his cheek with her hand, she saw Fyodor took a step back from her cold hand, she said, "We are going back to Moscow , so we have to go back to Kling first."

Fyodor kept away from her, he didn't want to talk to her now.Because Aya's answer is obviously irrelevant now.

"Fei Jia?" Ling turned around and called him.

Aya then turned around and quickly ran to his side.

Finally, Aya said dejectedly: "Okay, what I want to say is, let's go to the north, to Lake Velikoye."

"But, compared to those, I wanted to say, I want to go to your heart more."

"So, let's talk about something? Don't be too quick to say no, Fedya. Aren't we friends? You don't want to talk to me? A once-in-a-lifetime chance to impress me, isn't it?"

So he didn't contradict her.

In the long and empty timeline, even the distance is infinitely shortened.They got closer and closer, and under the big moon, the two figures stretched infinitely, turning into a huge long grimace.

Even the stars have become backdrops, and everything is hazy and distant in the snow.

The wind was cold and the snow kept falling.They left two long strings of footprints in the snow, like pointers to illuminate the way back.

Aya didn't take the initiative to initiate the topic, and she rarely paid attention to it.

She ran in the snow like a lively child. She looked at the dead trees in the distance, and bent down to dig the snow, trying to find the dead grass buried in the snow.In the coming year, this place will be rejuvenated. She patiently dug with her hands for a long time, regardless of her blue hands from the cold.

She opened her hands, took a deep breath, and turned around a few times as if enjoying herself, and the snow naturally fell on her cheeks.

She doesn't feel cold, this kind of coldness is also a raw experience in her opinion.This feeling of being alive, feeling everything truly, and listening to Feng Xue pour out his heart, all of this is extremely clear.

If in the past, she was a flat boat, quietly flowing across the small bridge in the river.

Now, she is a fisherman, fishing in the lake in a small boat. This feeling is a feeling of controlling herself that she has never had before.

"I like it here." She sat on the snow like this, and then said intoxicated.

Fyodor then stopped to wait for her, and all the while he did not make a sound to disturb her.

He just looked at her quietly.

Aya was on the snow, she looked up and saw Fyodor standing aside, he just watched her like this.

She saw him with the moonlight behind his back, and his whole body was completely dark, which was also a normal state for him.Only his eyes, even against the light, are shining brightly.

During the long period of stagnation, they forgot the distance. In the end, it was Fyodor who broke the silence. He took off the white hat and shook the snow on the hat with his hand.

Then, he grabbed a handful of fine snow and squatted down slowly. He used that handful of snow to rub her cheeks with the snow just like when they first met.

"Now, do you want to talk about something, Lillian."

he asked.

Even through the snow, Aya could still feel the warmth of his hand.

For her cheeks that were so cold that they couldn't be colder now, it was indeed warm.

She'd been looking into his eyes, and now, somehow, his eyes made her think of old city street lights, flickering holiday lights, and fleeting sparks in the sky.

So she stretched out her hand like a bewilderment, and took that hand.

Yes, that is indeed human temperature, not like her temperature.

The author has something to say: Can I finish this plot quickly...?