Lillian's Melaleuca routine

Aya suddenly reached out and patted his hand away.

She put her hands on the ground, and then struggled to get up from the snowdrift.

"Anyway, let's go first." She reiterated again, "Fei Jia, aren't you going back into the car? It's already more than ten degrees below zero, right? To be honest, I'm a little worried about you."

She didn't mention what happened just now.

A drop of snow fell on Fyodor's nose, he brushed it away with his hand, and then sneezed uncontrollably.

Aya looked at him with that "look" look in her eyes.

But he still waved his hands and didn't say that he would go back alone.

"Fei Jia." In the end, Ling had no choice but to take off the scarf on her body, and a gust of cold air rushed towards her neck.She shuddered.

This kind of ghost weather is still a bit cold.

She wrapped the scarf tightly around Fyodor's neck until it almost covered half of his face.The scarf was tightly wound like a swimming snake, making him look much warmer.

Aya clapped her hands, looked at her results, and nodded with satisfaction.

She wouldn't freeze to death anyway, just a little bit cold.

She stretched out her hand, pulled the hat tightly as if inadvertently, and said, "It should be better this way? Fei Jia, I don't want to see you catch a cold or freeze to death."

Fortunately, although the snow has been falling, the density of the snowfall is not very high, otherwise they would not be able to come out.

"Why did you come out? Lillian." Fyodor asked.

"Huh?" Ling responded, and then replied, "I'm not in a good mood."

"Is it because of Sergey?"

"How is it possible?" Ling chuckled lightly and said sarcastically, "Fei Jia, I am a ruthless person."

"You are not a cold and heartless person."

"Yeah." Aya nodded without rebuttal, but her focus was not on the same place as Fyodor.

"You're right, I'm not human. However, if we suddenly encountered an avalanche now, I might leave you and run away. If you want to test me, it's better to create an avalanche, I think that It will also be wonderful and exciting."

Fyodor just imitated her and smiled, and he asked back: "Then you can run now."

"There's no avalanche now, Fei Jia. There's nothing wrong with my eyesight." Aya glared at him.

"Lillian, you can conjure an avalanche. Can't you? If you want to, you can do it now."

Fyodor's tone was calm.

Aya choked.She grabbed a handful of snow and slammed it hard on Fyodor, as if to vent.

Unfortunately, the distance was not enough, the snow exploded into a ball in mid-air and scattered, only a few spots of snow ran onto Fyodor's coat.

"Why would I spend my time deliberately messing with myself?" she finally said grimly.

"Really? Lillian, don't you think that's wonderful? It's not a trick."

He was once again blocked by Aya's words.

"Are you reminding me to hold grudges? Fei Jia." Ling finally curled her lips, and then said seriously, "So, I should let you die here, but if this is the case, you will not be able to continue your great cause Yes, what a pity."

She turned her head and caught Fyodor's gaze.

Aya thought he was looking at her, but he was just looking at the huge moon behind her.

"You won't." Fyodor just said so firmly, he gathered the scarf and rubbed his red nose from the cold.

"It's good to know, Fei Jia." Ling said, "I still need you now, and when I don't need you, please die to your heart's content."

She sighed again.

They walked this place for almost half an hour and saw nothing.

The flashlights were already starting to dim, and it looked like they hadn't been fully charged when they were taken out, and if they didn't go back before the flashlights died, things would go horribly wrong.

Aya collected herself, she didn't think of any solution, and it was impossible to act separately from Fyodor now.She could only look at Fyodor dejectedly: "Bad news. The flashlight is going out. We're going back, Fedya."

"Hmm," Fyodor simply said.

It's hard to imagine them walking for half an hour in the snow and finding nothing.

The road is only accompanied by bare trees, or a small patch of tundra covered by snow.

They soon began to walk on the snow in silence. The only sound on the road was the rustling of their feet on the snow and the sound of the snow collapsing. Have not seen.

Aya enjoyed it a lot at first, but it didn't take long before her throat started to itch.

It was too quiet here, and the quietness made her panic for no reason. She hadn't experienced this feeling of being isolated and locked up for a long time.

"Feja."

"?" Fyodor has been walking, he is very leisurely, his steps are calm, like a spectator out to enjoy the snow.

Aya faltered for a long time, but didn't say anything.

Finally, she thought of a random topic: "What do you mean by what you said before? Can I answer the question I asked you before?"

"what?"

Aya struggled for a long time whether to ask this question, but in the end she didn't continue, because she thought Fyodor would not answer her question.

She asked, "Speaking of which, Fei Jia, aren't you cold?"

"I'm not cold," he replied.

"But I'm so cold."

"Ahem, ahem, I mean! Do you know robins? Fedya."

"What's wrong?" He asked a little vaguely.

"It is said that when Jesus was born, it was night. At that time, the night was very cold. The Virgin Mary begged the animals to fan the flames to keep Jesus warm. However, only the robin responded to the call of the Virgin and brought Jesus warmth. "Aya said solemnly.

"So? What are you trying to say? Lillian."

"Give me back the scarf! Mr. Robin!" Aya said loudly.

Fyodor ignored her.

"Fei-jia-!" Ling shouted again, "I'm so cold!"

"I'm super cold!"

"I'm so cold! So cold, so cold, so cold!"

When she didn't get a reply from him, she simply didn't leave, and squatted on the ground, playing tricks.

Fyodor took a few more steps, and then he finally stopped.

He turned around and walked back step by step, finally, he finally came to Aya's side.

He sighed suddenly, and then asked, "Which sentence?"

He could see that Aya wasn't cold, but was obsessed with the last question he didn't answer her.

As Ling said, she is not afraid of the cold.

Anyway, Fyodor had never seen anyone who was more alive than her in this weather.

Aya stood up suddenly.

They set out again and walked back.

She started asking questions that she hadn't asked before.

"Fei Jia, the question I want you to answer is - if the supernatural beings are eliminated, people will not be able to obtain happiness, right? The destruction of one party's energy will definitely affect the development of the other party's energy. The disappearance of the supernatural beings, at best It's just going from one kind of slavery to another, and as long as there is exploitation, the 'paranormal' will be born again."

In fact, although she already understood Fyodor's intentions, after careful thinking, she still couldn't understand his thoughts.

She saw that Fyodor was about to speak, so she quickly interrupted him, finishing what he hadn't finished before him: "Fedya, I understand what you wanted to tell me before, supernatural beings and people Different, although they are both human beings, they can never be compared. But it doesn't make sense, does it? Because in a class society where only ordinary people exist, the upper and lower classes can never be equal. As long as there is society, there will be There are classes."

"How do you know it doesn't make sense?" Fyodor asked rhetorically.

He saw Aya's dazed face, so he began to explain helplessly.

"Do you know allopatric distribution, Lillian. Allopatric distribution is an important feature of speciation during the process of natural selection. A school of fish living on both sides of the Isthmus of Panama, because of a temperature difference of only a few degrees, after hundreds of years, This group naturally began to diverge and produce some genetic differences. Finally, this change began to lead the fish group to mutate. Lilian, you have to understand that a small difference can produce such a large variable. Therefore, when people and When the species isolation of supernatural beings begins, not only you and me, but even the gods can't stop it."

"..." Ling tried to find out the unnaturalness in his words, she said, "But it is impossible for ordinary humans and supernatural beings to have reproductive isolation!"

"But humans cannot resist this change," Fyodor said, "but supernatural beings can."

"Feyya, why do you say that?"

"You can't deny it, can't you? Compared with ordinary people, the genes of supernatural beings are relatively perfect. In the process of species evolution, they have begun to tend to be isolated." His tone was full of calmness, yes He is the same as always.

A few snowflakes floated on his hair without leaving any color, they were quickly assimilated and disappeared into nothingness.

Fyodor never reveals his emotions easily, during the time that Aya has known him, his performance is always perfect, and the number of times he reveals his heart can be counted on the fingers.

Aya was speechless, and their conversation came full circle and back to the original point.

She felt that she seemed unable to express her point of view accurately.

She was silent for a while, trying to start from the other side.

"I don't understand what you're saying, Fedya. How should I tell you my troubles?"

Aya finally took a deep breath and asked, "Have you heard the story of the robin? Fei Jia."

"No." Fyodor replied.

She raised her mouth and said, "Then let me tell you."

"Who killed the mockingbird? I, said the Sparrow, with my bow and arrow, I killed the mockingbird."

"The fly watched him die, the fish took his blood, the beetle made him a shroud, the owl dug his grave, and the wren carried his coffin..."

"So farewell, Mockingbird. All the birds of the air sigh and weep when they hear the death knell Toll for poor Mockingbird."

"Notice: Sue all related parties. This notice informs that the sparrow will be judged next time in the bird court."

Fyodor turned around and looked at Aya without saying a word.

His eyes were calm, like the cold moonlight, shining coolly on Aya's face.

Ling paused for a moment, and then she said excitedly, in an imperative tone: "Who is the sparrow? It's Fyodor Dostoyevsky, the executioner."

"He killed the mockingbird, and he will be judged."

"The fly killed the robin, Fyodor's accomplice, the fish took the robin's blood and wiped away the evidence for him. The beetle covered the robin, and he ate the robin's carcass. The owl Singing at night, the messenger of the perpetrator..."

"They work together, at midnight, they give funerals to the mockingbirds..."

"Poor mockingbirds! While mourning and regretting, they blamed and resented the sparrows."

"Who is the robin? The robin is just an innocent victim."

"Poor robin! They came to the robin's funeral to see him off."

"Admonition: Tell Fyodor that next time the Birds Court, he will be tried, and the next round, the Birds will hold his funeral."

Fyodor gave a cold smile.

He asked with interest: "Lilian, what are you going to tell me?"

"I don't understand." Aya said, "Since the evil is endless, why do you want to stop it? If you want to judge all evil, you can only do it by destroying all human beings."

She took a few steps forward and caught up with Fyodor.

"Fedya, you are doing useless work. You shouldn't be doing it."

"Lillian." Fyodor raised his head, and he looked at the moon in the sky. Now, their bodies were covered with fine pieces of snow.

All of a sudden, the snow around them turned into shredded confetti, which hit their heads coldly and sharply, covering the sky and covering the ground.

Facing the snow, he stretched out his hand and gently brushed away a handful of small sharp knives that became sharper under the moonlight. These small knives did not pierce anyone, but pierced his cold shell like a piece of ice, and they could not pierce him at all. Any tiny gap.

He didn't show any dislike for Aya's words, in fact, he rarely had such moments of relaxation.

"If you care about me, you don't have to do this." There was a gentleness in his tone, maybe for some reason, he didn't seem to be as stingy as usual, and for most of the time they spent together, they They are all needle-to-wheat.

"I didn't care about you!" Aya glared at him, and poked his coat with her hand.

"Remember what you said, 'Revelation: To Fyodor, next turn, only he will be judged, and the birds will hold his funeral.' Are you pitying me, Lillian."

"Yeah, I'm just sympathizing with you!" Aya said incoherently with her mouth flattened, something unknowable made her emotional.

Maybe it's the moon, it's so big that it makes people feel a little dazed.

Or the snow that covered the sky and covered the sky, which was as hot as a ball of fire, and it boiled immediately when it fell on her body, almost melting her.

"I don't understand, Fedya, you confuse me. I'm not sure whether you are selfish or selfless." She said disappointedly.

"People have many faces, Lillian. Of course I can't escape this theorem."

Instead of fighting each other, they now talk like real, caring friends.

"Of course I know." Aya said in a low voice, "Fei Jia, I understand. But I still feel that you are different from them."

Fyodor looked at her, waiting for her to continue.

"In this story, all people are flies, fish, beetles, owls, wrens, robins, and sparrows." Ling murmured, "Only you are different."

"Although I compared you to a sparrow."

Fyodor didn't speak. In the quiet space, there was only the sound of the wind, and even the sound of footsteps disappeared.

"But, Fei Jia, in the Robin's script, they all have one and only one unique role, only you are different, Fei Jia." She suddenly raised her head, and in his pupils, Aya saw her trance The face, her in the picture, is worried and gloomy.

She saw that she was not happy.

With his back to the moonlight, Fyodor looked at her cheeks that looked so soft again.

In a rare way, she showed confusion about herself now.

Is all this real?

But she still finished the unfinished sentence.

"Because Fyodor Dostoevsky is both a robin and a sparrow."

"He is the end of the last trial and the beginning of the next."

The author has something to say: ①From "Who Killed the Mockingbird?" ", a nursery rhyme.

The full text is too long, so I edited it to make it shorter.

The full text is as follows:

Who Killed the Mockingbird?I, said the sparrow, with my bow and arrows I have killed the mockingbird.

Who saw him die?It was I, said the fly, and with my little eyes I saw him die.

Who took his blood?I, said the Fish, with my little saucer, I take his blood.

Who made his shroud?I, said the Beetle, with my needle and thread, I will make the shroud.

Who will dig his grave?I, said the Owl, with my pick and shovel, I shall dig the grave.

Who will be the pastor?It's me, said the crow, with my little book, and I'll be the priest.

Who will be the deacon?It is I, said Lark, who would be a deacon if not in the dark. (Also translated: I will record history for him.)

Who will bear the torches?It's me, said the cardinal, and I'll bring it right away.I will carry the torch.

Who will be the officiant?It is I, said the dove, I will mourn my beloved, and I will be officiating.

Who will carry the coffin?It's me, Yuan said, if I don't walk at night, I will come to carry the coffin.

Who will help the coffin?It's us, said the wren, we're husband and wife, and we'll help the coffin.

Who will sing the hymns?It is I, said the thrush, standing on the bush, and I will sing the hymn.

Who will ring the death knell?I, said the bull, because I can pull the yak, I will ring the death knell.

So, goodbye, Robin.

All the birds of the air sighed and wept, when they heard the death knell Toll for poor robin.

Announcement: To inform all related parties, this announcement informs that the sparrow will be judged next time in the bird court.

Regarding the interpretation of this song, I refer to some versions.

①The robin is a symbol of kindness and beauty.

②The robin was the one who was judged in the previous round.

③ The sparrow is the executioner.

④ These animals are complicit.

It is almost an endless story of people killing innocent people in order to punish crimes (from an answer on Zhihu).

I added my own understanding, if you want to discuss it, please drop me in the comment area orz.

It will be updated tomorrow.

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