Lillian's Melaleuca routine

Fyodor showed a strange expression, which was neither joy nor pain, he was not flustered by the central matter, nor was he surprised to be recognized.

It was a look of surprise and admiration.

"If you think I care about you, then so be it."

Seeing his expression, Aya said resignedly.

"Lillian, I appreciate your greeting."

This time, Fyodor didn't use that condescending, winning tone.

He stepped on the snowdrift slowly, making a rustling sound.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and they had to go back quickly, but they had been walking for a long time, and the way back must not be far away.

"In return, I must tell you," Fyodor said.

"Lilian, it's not meaningless to eliminate people with supernatural abilities. If a person knows that he is about to die when he is born, does he live to wait for death?" he asked.

Aya pondered for a moment, and a moment later, a bright light bulb lit up above her head.

"I don't think this kind of idea is unfeasible. Isn't suicide one of the important issues of the meaning of life? It's better to commit suicide than a worthless life. Rather than saying that this boring way of living loses self-worth Waiting to die or wasting life, I prefer to say that this kind of life does not exist in the first place."

Fyodor shook his head.

"If born to die, man is like a flower bud, which withers before it blooms. I don't agree with you, because man is a crumpled, crumpled, yellowed sheet of paper covered with shades of The scratches and writings on the paper are more or less flawed, but there is always room for a little bit of other things, whether it is good or bad, these seemingly redundant things just constitute the core essence of human beings. "

"I don't agree with your point of view either, Fei Jia." Ling asked back, "Isn't most people's lives like this? Living in a daze, like a crude copy made in a factory assembly line, meaningless and purposeless What is the difference between this kind of person and death? In the same way, I will not get along with this kind of person, because spending every minute and every second of time and energy on them means wasting and losing everything."

"Lilian, you are too extreme." Fyodor did not refute her, but he commented like this.

"I don't understand." Aya shook her head and said, "Forgive me, I'm not a human being, Fei Jia, how could I experience human feelings?"

"Is that why you're critical of everything but yourself?" Fyodor asked.

"I'm not picky, I have a good relationship with everyone." Aya said seriously, and she tried to give an example, "I have many friends, and they all like me. I like painting, architecture, sculpture, opera... I just don't like to read books, and these things prove that I'm not picky."

"This doesn't change the fact that you ignore life." Fyodor just smiled slightly.

"Then you have to prove to me that false accusations are child's play, Fei Jia." Ling said.

"Remember what you said, you don't think death is terrible, this is the biggest problem. Regarding death, anyone has no resistance, no resistance to the end point of no return, so there is no difference between early death and late death , this is what you said."

As it turns out, Fyodor always hit the nail on the head, and he pointed out the central flaw in Aya's point of view.

"What's wrong with that? I don't think there's anything wrong with it. It's just like you kill people. It's just that we look at death differently. And." Aya said, "There are also executioners with anti-social personality among human beings. Compared with me , they are more cruel and inhuman, and I love peace more than they do."

Aya doesn't think there is a problem with herself, she feels that she is just a part of the cold-blooded, and she is confident about this.

"Immortality is terrible, because only things that don't exist are worth cherishing. People cherish life only when they lose their lives." Fyodor said, "You have no reason to cherish life, Lilian."

"I have it." Aya patted Fyodor's shoulder angrily, and said dissatisfiedly, "I don't have the habit of self-torture, and I would be afraid of pain. If death would bring me trouble, I would would be afraid of death."

"Besides, Fei Jia, you told me that, you have already chosen death, and you are on the way to the River Styx, aren't you?"

Fyodor showed that plausible disgusted expression again, and he asked back: "Does that mean I will give up my life easily? I will not die easily."

"Me neither!" Aya retorted loudly.

"can not you do it?"

He just looked at her like this, his eyes seemed to see through her whole body.

In the confrontation with his eyes, Aya's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally almost disappeared.

She muttered and said unconvinced: "You won, Fedya. I really don't feel the fear of death. If I can feel it, I think I will be willing to try it. But that is just a trivial idea, I have no intention of taking pleasure in my pain."

"However." Ling changed the subject and asked, "Fei Jia, you are not much better than me, are you? If your life has only one goal, it would be too boring."

"Are supernatural beings really so attractive?" Aya asked suspiciously, "How attractive are they to you?"

"Bored? Maybe." Fyodor just said, "I would rather find the dawn in the rain than a meaningless life."

"No matter what, you can't stop, can you? Fei Jia. I have to say you make me feel sorry." Aya said, "Let me write a good eulogy for you, because I have foreseen everything in the future. If you I died unfortunately, for the sake of my friends, I will help you collect the coffin and bury it for you. Fei Jia, I don't think you are wrong, but you are too proud."

"Really?" Fyodor asked.

"Yeah. Why do you believe that you can do everything by yourself? The Rats of the Dead House are not your partners, they are just tools to you. However, what makes them more terrifying than tools is that tools will not betray People, and people will betray their companions. Sometimes I can't imagine the significance of your doing this, but you always have to do it. But you can't do it alone if you want to eliminate it."

She turned to look at Fyodor beside him, he was deep and calm, half of his profile was drawn into the shadow, and half of his profile revealed a soft and glowing outline.

Only when she looked at the other half of his dark face did she feel that he was human.

"Sisyphus offended the gods, so the gods punished him for pushing a boulder to the top of the mountain. When Sisyphus finally pushed the boulder to the top of the mountain, the boulder rolled down the cliff again because of the force. So Sisyphus Sisyphus rolled the boulder thousands of times day after day, pushed it up the slope, and watched it fall again. So the memory of Sisyphus circled, leaving only the memory of the earth, When he pushes the first stone, when he tries his best to complete the challenge, his life will always be nothing but absurdity."

"How do you know that Sisyphus is suffering? Lillian. Maybe he is absurd, but he is not suffering. Camus also said that Sisyphus was happy." Fyodor asked back.

"Because he is doing useless work, he is provoking the gods with his own strength, and he is taking pleasure in suffering!"

"Will a person who loves apples accuse others of eating pears?"

"You're making excuses! Fedya!"

"I am not the one to argue." Fyodor said, "For Sisyphus, repeated pain was his life. From the perspective of others, his life seemed only bitter and tired. In the long and short Throughout his life, he has become a prisoner of time. However, Sisyphus’s life is obviously meaningful, and his vitality is hidden in the annual rings. Although he is absurd and self-aware, however, living has always been It is not easy to live a Sisyphus-style life of suffering. For Sisyphus himself, no matter what, it has infinite meaning. Onlookers will think him absurd, but Sisyphus enjoys it."

"However, if you want to use the story of Sisyphus to persuade me, Lillian, you should understand another important premise."

Fyodor turned around, and at this moment, his entire face was gathered in the shadow, and even the shadow became extraordinarily narrow and long.

"Sisyphus was despised by the gods, but I am not like him."

He smiled, and Aya saw victory and cunning in this smile.

It appears that he thinks he has won the debate.

"Because the gods are on my side."

he said softly.

Aya was at a loss for words again, considering her eloquent personality, it was rare for her not to refute what Fyodor said.

"Do you dare to be so sure that I will help you? Fei Jia." Ling turned her face away and asked angrily.

"At least tonight, you're on my side, aren't you?"

"Listen, Fei Jia." Ling coughed lightly. She didn't reply to Fyodor's question, but just said frankly, "If gods can't remain neutral and objective, gods can't be gods."

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"I have never considered myself a human being. If you want me to help you, you have to offer enough in return. The devil in Solomon's bottle still has 300 years of hope to precipitate, but I have never lost my freedom Therefore, it is impossible for me to expect myself to be liberated. If someone makes a plan to save a person who does not need to be saved, I don’t mind being a devil and letting him choose a suitable death method.” Aya calmly Said.

Fyodor bit his finger and said, "But, Lillian, you are already a human being."

Ling shook off his hand, she said with disgust: "I'm not human!"

Tonight, she has never felt disgusted with the identity of a human being.

When she recalled the faces of Sergey and Sonia, an uncontrollable anger quickly swept over her.

Then, she felt a splitting headache.

She did not understand what had gone wrong, but she did not hate Sergei, on the contrary, she felt a little sorry.

"But you already are." Fyodor said without looking sideways.

"I don't want to be a bad human!"

Aya stomped on the snow on the ground as if venting.

Aya's pace slowed down a few steps. She hid in Fyodor's shadow and pushed him forward with all her strength. She said sullenly, "Now, Fedya, please shut up and move forward, and then return to the Sleep in the car! We can't talk anymore, I need to go out. Don't worry, tomorrow, I will go back to the car and go to the top of the mountain with you to watch the sunrise."

Obviously, her expression must be ugly now.

Fortunately, after time passed slowly and steadily, a vague highway finally appeared in front of them.

This is exactly where they came, but as the snow gradually rose, this gray road was gradually submerged, as if they were wearing clothes made of white snow, their car was still parked at the original position, the headlights It was still on, the air conditioner was still working, and the car was starting to snow again.

Seeing the car, Ling suddenly let out a sigh of relief, although she didn't know why she did so.

Her thoughts are in a mess now, and she needs to take some time to calm down and calm down.

Obviously, she couldn't stay with Fyodor any longer.

They continued to walk unhurriedly, without any communication during the period.

Not far from the car, Fyodor stopped abruptly.

Aya was behind him, almost bumping her nose crookedly.

This collision made her even more unhappy.

She was already in a bad mood, but now it was even worse.

Fyodor turned around, he didn't say a word, as if he really shut up.

He returned the scarf to Aya, then waved to Aya, showing a shallow smile that was almost invisible, and made a silent farewell gesture.

Then he walked in the direction of the car without looking back.

The snow has not stopped, and even has a tendency to increase.

In this world dotted with ice and snow, Aya watched as Fyodor returned to the car step by step.

Finally, he closed the door.She would never see him again.

Now, she was alone again.

She breathed a sigh of relief with a complicated mood, and couldn't tell whether it was luck or regret.

But now she obviously doesn't want to be disturbed, and wants to have her own time alone.

In Fyodor's eyes, he was sitting in the car, looking through the car window at the blurred back of Hayata Aya in the distance, she was like an ice sculpture cast in the snow, with her back turned to him motionless, looking at the sky For a long time, I was in a daze for a long time, as if I was thinking about some important event in life.

It took a long time before she stood up and patted the excess snow on her body.

Then he moved his steps strenuously, like a stupid penguin in the snow, staggering forward in the not too deep snow.

Her back was getting smaller and smaller, at first it was a small spot, and finally disappeared.

She went the opposite way.

The author has something to say: ①The story of the fisherman and the devil in One Thousand and One Nights.

When a fisherman was fishing, he accidentally rescued a devil from a gallbladder. After being rescued, the devil wanted to kill the fisherman and tell his history.It turns out that the devil is a vicious god who does all kinds of evil. He once opposed Solomon. He was caught and put in this jar, sealed tightly with tin, sealed again, and thrown into the sea.The devil stayed in the sea for three centuries without being rescued, so he felt resentful.

After listening to the devil's self-narration, the fisherman recognized his essence, determined to defeat him with human wisdom, and finally managed to get him back into the jar.Finally, the fisherman threw the gall bottle containing the devil into the sea.

Writing this article actually made me fall in love with philosophy, which is incredible.

I'm interested though =v

In other words, why can't my Fei Jia write romantic feelings, it's strange.

Obviously my heroine is romantic!How romantic is it!

I thought about it, maybe it was because she was in a bad mood these two chapters and couldn't get romantic.

感谢在2020-03-3113:26:32~2020-04-0114:09:33期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: ah, Nanti 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!