Lillian's Melaleuca routine

Ling returned to the car in the middle of the night, and she looked at the clock in the car, only to find that the time had reached two o'clock in the morning.

She still had the strength to shovel the snow near the car, but the snow had stopped and it was still dark.

It was also dark in the car, the lights were not turned on, Aya only had the moon as her companion.

She didn't sleep, but just opened her eyes to look at the dark clouds, the stars, and the isolated world outside the car window.

She looked at Fyodor, who was wearing a blindfold, and sighed.

She suddenly felt alienated from him, not the feeling between strangers, but a kind of vigilance and alienation.

Because she found that the Fyodor she saw was still very shallow, like looking at flowers through a fog.

Aya finally fell asleep, she had nothing to do in the end, although she didn't have the desire to sleep now, she still closed her eyes.

Because of mental instability, she woke up very early and slept for less than three hours.

She woke Fyodor up at five o'clock in the morning, and then she started the car on time, and the roar of the engine overwhelmed the silence and silence, making the place extraordinarily lively.

It stands to reason that Moscow is a plain and there are not many mountains, but they have gradually deviated from their original direction.

As the altitude rises, the mountain gradually becomes higher, and the change is not obvious, but the surrounding scenery says it all.

They were traveling on a low mountain road, and the road was not smooth, especially after it snowed, it was still a little slippery.

If there is a drone following them, it can be found that around them, except for the snow-white mountains piled up with snow, there is only the shadow of the black sports car and the slanted shadow of the headlights on the road. oblique light.

"Fedya, can I open the window?"

In the scorching air, Ling was blown drowsy by the wind from the air conditioner. Although they left a little slit in the window, it obviously didn't help.

she asked, yawning.

"Of course." Fyodor replied.

Aya stretched out her free hand to let the car window fall, and the cool wind came in, she couldn't help but gasped, but it wasn't because of the cold.

"I feel so good! Seriously, if only this sports car could be made into a convertible!" She couldn't help but exclaim.

"Do you want us to freeze to death?" Fyodor rubbed his eyes as he put on his hat.

He looks a little cold.

The temperature inside the car suddenly rose. Although he had already put on his coat, the extremely contrasting temperature still troubled him.

"To be precise, I won't die, only you, Fei Jia." Ling said while throwing her hair down, "But that's not what I want to talk about."

At this time, in their only field of view, apart from the endless road and snow, what occupied one-third of their field of vision was dotted with stars, too many to dazzle the eye.

Although I didn't see the aurora, everything was just right.

It was already six o'clock in the morning, but in winter at high latitudes, there was no sign of daylight here.

"It's a pity that we can't appreciate these anymore." Aya said.

Fyodor followed her gaze to the sky.

In this visible curtain looking out from the car, the sky is far less spectacular than before.Just like looking at the sky from a well, only the part of the bottom of the well looking at the sky is a star.

"Sorry?" He apologized tentatively, with little sincerity in his tone.

"You don't need to apologize, Fei Jia." Aya seemed surprised that he would apologize, but she didn't accept it either.

"You're right, I'm just sorry."

She slowed down the speed of the car, and then moved her sore body before speaking.

"Have you ever heard a word, Fedya?"

"People drive luxury cars, but Xingchen only thinks they are like armored insects①." She said this paradoxical sentence with a contented expression.

"No." Fyodor replied.

He had never heard of it, and this sentence came from his blind spot of knowledge.

"Of course. You shouldn't have the time to listen to this, it's a song." Aya shook her head and continued.

Fyodor glanced at Aya, then he suddenly smiled.

"Feyya, what are you laughing at?"

Aya asked.

"Will you demean yourself, too, Lillian."

He was a little surprised to say this for her.

"Fei Jia, I think you need to clarify one thing. I'm just arrogant, not arrogant." Aya glared at him.

"This world is so vast, and there are many things that even I don't know. I am not omniscient, so naturally I can't be arrogant. And, this is indeed true. Compared with the universe, I am not even a speck of dust in the air." Come on." Aya replied.

Fyodor didn't say anything, but obviously, he didn't agree with Aya's answer.

He still thinks her arrogance is far superior.

They are constantly climbing the long winding road, moving upward layer by layer.

When they drove away from this flat land and rushed up a high slope, everything suddenly became clear.

The sky was already slightly bright, and they walked forward on a piece of tundra, which was empty and desolate.

A vast expanse of snow was piled on the ground, covering the dark soil above, and there was no sign of living things.

The sky and the earth intersected, and a large group of gray-white clouds blocked the junction, intertwined with the gray sky.

It seems that there is only this bitter loneliness left here, but they also seem to have broken away from the small world made by the Beatles here, everything is so vast.

Aya cheered and ran out of the car. After a long drive, she would also feel a little exhausted. Now, the open and clear scene in front of them makes people feel refreshed.

She ran in the snow for a while and did some relaxing activities, and then returned to the car full of energy, and drove with Fyodor to the end of the highland on the other side—the cliff that clearly divides the peaceful land.

This is obviously not a gentle hill, but a high slope with a vertical angle with the ground.

Aya parked the car on the edge of the cliff.It's a cool viewing platform, if a bit chilly.Because of the high terrain, this is also as it should be.

Aya and Fyodor got out of the car together.

"I really didn't expect that we would come here, let alone with you." Ling sighed amidst the wind.

"In the ending you imagined, shouldn't we have no intersection?" Fyodor asked.

"Of course not, but the answer is almost the same as what you said." Ling raised her head high, she got up and looked at the ground, and then she didn't dislike it, and sat directly on a piece of snow.

Fyodor sat down with him.

They began to wait for the sunrise, and it was only seven o'clock, which was still early for the sunrise in Moscow.

"It's an interesting experience, although it's not so wonderful to be with you." Ling said, she seemed to think of something, and then turned her mouth to talk, "But I have never encountered an accident so suddenly. I mean, About Sergey, I will never forget it."

"Are you minding his death? This is different from what you said before, Lillian." Fyodor asked after being silent for a while.

"I don't understand, I've been thinking about it all night and there's no answer. Yeah, why should I feel sad for Sergey?"

Aya started to get irritable, but she calmed down quickly.

"But it doesn't matter anymore, if you separate the current me from the 'book' me, everything can be completed."

She said it confidently, and then said something low and false.

"Remember!"

"As a human being, shouldn't it be natural for me to feel sad for the death of a familiar person?"

But she didn't quite work it out.

Fyodor also saw her passive approach, so he asked.

"Can a person be divided in half?"

"I think it should be. Doesn't the existence of schizophrenia prove the authenticity of this problem?" Ling asked, "Since this phenomenon exists, it is normal for me to do so."

Fyodor ignored her words, he shook his head, looking quite distressed.

"Lilian, have you heard a story in the "Naxian Bhikkhu Sutra"?" he asked.

Aya shook her head.

"Put the Naxian Bhikkhu Sutra aside. Now, let me ask you a question. Lillian, what's your name?"

Fyodor asked a strange question.

"Don't you already know? My name is Lilian, Hayata Ling, these are my names."

Aya seemed to understand his question, but she answered it patiently.

"Lillian is just a name and a symbol, and in reality, 'Lillian' doesn't mean anything by itself."

"What do you want to say, Fedya?"

Aya said in a low voice, her tone was a bit fierce.

"If you want to deny me, just say it, don't play word games with me."

Fyodor gave a low laugh, turned around, and said in a cloying tone.

"King Milinda asked the wise man Nashen this question. Guess how Nashen answered it?"

"'It was just a name, a title, a symbol, a simple word, and there was no one here'."

Fyodor announced the answer slowly.

"Because a person is a collection of events and the whole, if a person loses the event, it should not be called a person, but a corpse. A pair of legs and a head should not be called a person, because they are only part of a person. Likewise, the fact that Lillian met Fyodor in Moscow does not stand for the name 'Lillian'."

"If I called you Lillian, would you respond to me?"

"Of course." Aya replied.

"You see, Lillian, you have a deep understanding of your own existence. But you've got some basic relationships wrong, and these problems have created a sense of self-disorder."

"Sadness or pain, even all emotions are part of your collective, you should not deny them, or even separate this emotion."

"Don't deny yourself, whether it is good or bad, don't separate the good self and the bad self as two parts, in fact, whether it is a 'book' or a 'human' identity, it is not important to you "The book" has its own emotions, so it makes you feel at a loss? However, human beings are not the only emotional species in the universe, and you are not special."

Fyodor just said so with that smiling face.

He was trying to comfort her.

"But the name Lilian is meaningful because you exist."

The author has something to say: ①From "tobehuman"

"People driving fancy cars slook like bles to the stars."

In a section of "Naxian Bhikkhu Sutra", when Wang first met Naxian, he asked Qing about his honor and name.

The king then asked Naxian, "How do you call your name?" Naxian said, "My parents named me Naxian, and people called me Naxian. Sometimes my parents also called me Naxian. I am Vega first. Because of this, people can know me, and everyone in the world is like me, with a name, which is just a pseudonym for convenience."

The king asked Naxian, "What does that first mean?"

Wang asked again, "Is the head calling Naxian?"

(Naxian replied) "The head is not that first."

The king said again, "Is that the ear, nose, and mouth?"

"Not that first."

The king said again, "Is that the neck, shoulders, arms, and feet?"

"Not that first."

The king said again, "Is the leg first?"

"Not that first."

The king said again: "Is that the face and appearance first?"

"Not that first."

The king said again, "Does happiness and suffering come first?"

"Not that first."

The king said again, "Does good and evil come first?"

"Not that first."

The king said again, "Is that the body?"

"Not that first."

The king said again, "Is that the liver, lung, heart, spleen, and stomach first?"

"Not that first."

The king said again: "Is the face and appearance first?"

"Not that first."

The king said again: "Suffering and joy, good and evil, body and mind, can all these things be combined together, can they become that first?"

Naxian said: "Not that first."

The king said again: "Without joy and suffering, without face, without good and evil, without body and mind, without these five things, can you become that first?" Naxian said, "Not that first."

The king said again: "Sound, panting, is that first?" Naxian said, "It's not that first."

Then ask Wang Dao first: "What is a car? Is the axle the car?"

Wang replied, "It's not a car."

Then he said first, "Is the chariot a car?"

Wang said, "A chariot is not a chariot."

Then he said first, "Is the spoke a car?"

"Not a car."

Then he said first, "Is the rim a car?"

"Not a car."

Then he said first, "Is the shaft a car?"

"Not a cart." "Is the yoke a cart?"

"Not a car."

Then he said first, "Is it a car?"

"Not a car."

Then he said first, "Is Gai a car?"

"Not a car."

Na first said: "If you add together a certain aspect of these timbers, is it a car?"

"Not a car."

Na first said, "Is the sound made by the wheels rolling a car?"

"Not a car."

Na first said: "Then what is a car?" King Milan was at a loss for words for a while, and fell silent.

Na Xian went on to say: "The Buddhist scriptures say: "Synthesize the functions of these materials, and thus become the functions of the car, so as to obtain the complete car we want. "The same is true for human beings, who must integrate the head, face, eyes, ears, nose, mouth, neck, shoulders, arms, flesh and blood, limbs, lungs, liver, heart, spleen, kidneys, intestines and stomach, color, sound, breath, joy and sorrow, and goodness. evil, and then come together to become a complete human being."

Wang said: "Well said! Well said!"