Lillian's Melaleuca routine

Ling carried the suitcase and checked out at the hotel entrance.

She is going to St. Petersburg by night train.Out of a strange curiosity, she did not choose the more convenient plane, but chose the nine-hour train as an experience.

After parting from Fyodor that day, Aya returned to the hotel in a big way, and she was never harassed by the police after that day.

She still has time to learn from the news on TV that they are estimated to be devastated and doing thankless drudgery that is despised by the public.Based on her opposing position, she gloated for a while and then began to put the matter behind her.

She saw the scene of Nabokov's death on the news on the Internet, and it looked like a thick mosaic.

His throat was cut with a knife, and the wound was extremely deep. Apart from this, he did not suffer any other injuries.There was also a letter written by him at the scene of the crime, in which he accused some shady and nasty things. When the police came to seal the scene, they were read and circulated by witnesses at the time.

Now, people are tacit about the answer to this matter. Even if the official statement is repeated, the effect is minimal.

They are always more willing to believe what they see with their own eyes, and choose something more dramatic as the truth, because it satisfies people's curiosity and emotional expression.

During this rare and leisurely time, Aya was finally free to visit the places she wanted to go, but were far away.Kolomna, for example, is the palace complex built by Tsar Alexei Mikhailovich.She also went to Ukraine briefly, from Moscow to the airport of Simferopol, where there is a place that locals love to go to, the Crimea Peninsula, which is very famous.

Although the schedule was very fast, Ling still rushed back to Moscow on the last day.

She and Fyodor maintained a tacit silence, during which they had no communication, even though today they will be parting.

Aya had already informed Fyodor about her going to Petersburg in advance, Fyodor didn't say anything about it, he always seemed so calm and confident.

When Ling asked him the reason, he just said that his home was there.

Ok.

Ling also thought that he must know that she would not stay in Moscow for him.

After that day, they did not have any contact.

However, in the past few days, Ling and Gogol have started to communicate frequently. Based on what he once said to see her off, Ling told Gogol when she left after booking the subway.

They agreed to meet at noon today, and then went to a Uruguayan steakhouse for lunch, then went to visit Sasha and his friend Yuri, whom they met in a bar before, and finally headed to the subway station in the evening to Leningrad At the railway station, take the train to St. Petersburg.

They had a pleasant afternoon at a gym, and when they met, Sasha was fully recovered, he seemed to be in full swing, but he was deeply depressed by his sudden condition, he had always felt that he was a strong man, not Could have been in the hospital for drinking.For this, Yuri laughed at him for a while.

In the evening, after parting from Sasha and the others, Ling and Gogol went to the train station with their luggage after dinner. The train station occupies a small area.

Gogol carried the suitcase, and they walked side by side, but the atmosphere was not as pleasant as it was in the afternoon.

Although this is only a brief, insignificant difference.

But it seemed to remind him of something he had been trying to ignore, which made Gogol so unhappy that he couldn't even hide his mood with a smile.

He always knew that Aya could not stay in Russia all the time, she was a foreigner and had to leave here.

Her stay in Russia was only three months, which was very short for a lifetime.

While he was in a daze, the topic they talked about before also came to an abrupt end.

When he realized, Aya had already noticed something unusual.

That's right, he did this on purpose to make her feel the same way, and he wanted to see her reaction to this, because Gogol knew that Aya would definitely find out.

"Nikolai, are you listening to me?"

Sure enough, Aya asked.She stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Gogol's eyes, trying to get back his drifting soul.

"Hey! Nikolai, Nikolai, don't be in a daze, look at me, okay?"

"Sorry, I'm a little distracted."

Gogol was still in a trance, he said worriedly.

He had to use this to express his displeasure.

"Are you suffering from our parting?" Aya asked.

Nikolai Gogol nodded inwardly, but on the surface, he still shook his head pretending to be calm.

Here's what he said: "We'll meet again in Petersburg, so it's okay, Lillian, we're going to part, like the time we leave you after a date, but I know, we'll meet again."

Even so, he was still resentful.

There is no reason, it is so sad to part with the girl he loves. In front of her, he is not timid to express himself, but he has used a little thought, hoping that she will express the same emotions as him.

During their time together today, she looked the same as always, and he didn't feel sad in her eyes.

This point in front of him made Gogol feel that even that annoying Yuri was not so hateful.

He thought of Fyodor again, this guy who was more obtrusive than Yuri Prisetti.

"Then who made our Nikolai unhappy?" Aya was still bouncing ahead, looking extremely happy.

She turned around and asked in her usual tone, she didn't seem to notice anything unusual.

"An obnoxious, smug bad guy who showed herself off in front of me."

Gogol replied absent-mindedly.

Sadly, he still finds her so cute and endearing.

Looking at himself, he began to look at her unconsciously again.

While scorning himself fiercely, he threw this matter thousands of miles away.

"Are you thinking about her in your heart? The person you hate." Aya asked.

"No." Gogol said.

What he thought in his heart was that she was extremely annoying, but also extremely lovable.

"Then you don't hate her, Mr. Nicholas who says nothing but what you say." Aya spread her hands and said.

She looked at him and stuck out her tongue again.

Today, she looks very lively, obviously in a good mood.

In a hazy orange halo, she walked into him.

"Please don't be unhappy, Nikolai, I promise, when you come to Petersburg, I will be the first person you see, okay? Look, this is my token for you." As if conjuring, Aya took out a familiar gift box from her pouch, and she put it in his palm.

Gogol first looked up at Ling, and then he opened the gift box. Inside was a very familiar brooch, the one he gave Ling before. The difference was that there was a small initial of his name engraved next to the brooch. Letter, he looked at Aya again, only to realize that she was also wearing the white rose brooch today. Seeing his gaze, she nodded near the brooch as if showing off, and there was also a new letter there, which was the initial of her name. letter.

So, for a while, he forgot about that bit of unhappiness, and his brain was a mess, stuffed with sweetness made of honey and syrup, and connected into a sea of ​​happiness.

"Please allow me to confess my love to you, Nikolai, I miss you every time I see it. So I changed it a little and gave it to you, because I expect you to see me all the time , thinking of me."

With a bang, she threw a candy bomb at him, and made him feel light, although he was walking in the cold wind, but he was extremely hot.

Well, Nikolai Gogol, that's it.

Otherwise, you will definitely be more embarrassed, because the bad guy always has the ability to make him show his flaws.

He said so to himself.

Then he raised his head and showed Aya a bright smile, so bright that he even deceived himself.

Gogol put the brooch on, and he and Aya continued to move forward.

Soon, they went to store their luggage and arrived at the entrance, which was also the first stop to welcome parting.

"Goodbye, Nikolai." Aya didn't say anything to Gogol, because she thought they would meet again.

She is full of expectations for the trip to Petersburg. After all, Moscow has not been peaceful recently, and the mountain of police is pressing on her head. There are still some things in Petersburg that she is very interested in, including some tourist attractions and activities.

As for Fyodor, she wasn't in a rush, and while they weren't in touch, they wouldn't be out of touch forever.

She didn't expect them to make rapid progress anytime soon.

"Goodbye, Lilian." Gogol looked at her and said.

He didn't show any emotion, but that was the biggest problem.

He stretched out his hand to stroke his hair that was blown away by the wind, then lowered his body and kissed Aya's forehead, with a hint of blessing.

"Please don't worry about me," Aya said. "I'll be waiting for you in Petersburg, Nikolai. When I'm in this mood, I won't find our separation so hateful. I hope you I also think so, because parting is not so terrible, if we stay together all the time, it is a bad performance. I don't want me to make you feel restrained and not free. Because I often think, if I always If I miss you all the time, does it mean that my heart has surrendered to freedom? I hope we are all free, Nikolai, so don’t miss me. When you leave me, I will remember you, but not because of missing , not because of the time we spent together, those are things in the past, but because I clearly understand that when I think of you, you must also be thinking of me. Whenever I realize this, I can't help feel happy."

They hugged lightly.

Aya raised her head and looked at Gogol.

He stood there in a daze, looking a little dazed, as if he was dazed by Ling's long words.

After a long time, he said.

"So are you thinking of me now? I'm thinking of you, Lillian."

They looked at each other involuntarily, then smiled.

"Will we meet again?"

Gogol asked.

He seemed troubled by the question.

"Nikolai, the decision on this matter is up to you." Aya replied.

He deeply understands this.

So he was deeply alarmed.

But before they came, they were in a hurry to say more, because the train was about to start, and Aya had to go.

They said goodbye briefly, and Aya pulled her luggage into the station.

Gogol silently watched Ling leave him as she slowly disappeared from his sight.

A strange emotion filled his heart, but it wasn't sadness.

He began to think of her again, and he hoped she would think of him now too.

Only then did Nikolai Gogol realize why he felt uneasy. He felt that Aya didn't like him that much, but he couldn't forget her anymore. He liked her like crazy.

He does not have the right to decide, he has already given the right to her.

It made him sad, and he felt that he was losing his freedom of thought.

But this also made him feel joyful, and he deeply experienced the joy of being emotionally affected.

The moment he saw her was the moment when his spirit left this hopeless place and arrived at the sky garden he longed for.

The author has something to say: I need to re-read "The Brothers Karamazov" before I can decide how to write Tuo. I still feel that the previous writing about him is very simple.

The next chapter starts with Sigma.

Let me ask you a question first, what color is Sigma's hair?

a pink

b purple

c pink purple

No matter which one is put on the Russians, it's weird...