Lillian's Melaleuca routine

Ling got on the train with her luggage. It was a long and narrow aisle that could only accommodate one person. There were small compartments around the aisle. After walking for a while, she successfully found her own private room.

The inside is not spacious, it can even be said to be narrow, and everything strives to achieve the ultimate compression space, a row of sofas with two seats, and a partition that can be opened behind.Aya booked a private room for two people, but she still doesn't know who the other passenger who is coming is.

She sat on the small sofa, rested for a while, and had time to look at the environment in the private room before waiting for the belated tenant.

This is a young man, about twenty years old, he opened the door hurriedly, with nothing on his hands, long hair, and a hood covering most of his face.

A bit sudden.

He was out of breath and seemed to be running here in a hurry.

Aya raised her head to meet him, and their eyes briefly met.

This doesn't look like a Russian, either in manner or in some clothes.

But he didn't look like a simple tourist either.

He is a strange person, he looks a little reserved and not easy to get along with.

While thinking this way, Aya greeted her kindly in English.

"Good evening, sir."

He raised his head, and it seemed that he was still a little restrained, one hand was naturally relaxed, and the other was tightly holding the doorknob.

After their first glance at each other, he dropped his head, bangs covering his expression.

Aya felt a little worried. It seemed that he was not a talkative person, and she felt a little embarrassed by this kind of person.

Her impression was only on his eyes, a pair of glazed pupils, like light-colored fluorite, with a little light, a little dazed and helpless, looking lost.

A few seconds later, he uncomfortably met Aya's eyes again, the alienation at the beginning was completely gone, his heart under the coat was beating violently, and his little finger trembled a few times uncontrollably like twitching.

"Good evening, miss."

He finally recovered his etiquette, walked in calmly, raised his head, and showed a gentle smile.

This smile dilutes the strong sense of isolation on his body, and also reveals that beautiful face. With the unobtrusive attire, he finally looks a little smokey.

To be honest, Aya didn't expect her cohabitant to be of the opposite sex. In her imagination, it should be a sweet lady with blond hair. They will have a pleasant chat and then have a pleasant afternoon tea time after getting off the train.

But now, everything is gone.

After washing, Aya pulled back the bed.She struggled up the small stairs to the upper berth.

This place is not spacious, it can only accommodate one person to lie down on a flat surface, this also makes Ling a little regretful, she should take a plane, this crowded and hard bed is a bit annoying.But things have come to this point, there is nothing to worry about, it's just one night anyway.

After turning off the lights, everything around was shrouded in blackness, and Aya turned around, not daring to move casually.

In this crowded and small place, there are only the sound of two people's breathing, and the friction sound of the rails and the train when some trains start.

Aya was a little bored lying on the bed.

She tilted her head and looked at the moon by the car window. Through a layer of glass, the moon looked foggy and nothing special.The sky is also empty, and there are not many stars.

There is plenty of heating in the room, so it's not too cold inside.

"My name is Lillian, sir, can you tell me your name?"

Since he didn't know his nationality, Aya spoke in English, breaking the quiet atmosphere by the way.

"Sigma."

A lot of things flashed through Aya's mind in an instant. Apart from the mathematical symbols representing the sum, some wonderful associations made her laugh.

She didn't laugh out loud, but the long silence gave her away.

"My name is weird."

Sigma said, sounding calm, but he was not.

He feels frustrated, but he's used to it, which is to be expected.

He wouldn't be angry with her either.

"Sigma, is it okay to call you that? I'm not laughing because it's weird. Besides, your name isn't weird, it's just very distinctive." Aya turned over and pointed her face at the moon, the moonlight was slightly Dazzling, she narrowed her eyes.

"I just thought of Epsilon and Е for a moment, the former is a Greek letter and the latter is a Russian letter, but in terms of handwriting, they are both similar to Sigma." She paused, then continued, "Is Sigma also a strange name? In my opinion, △(da) is weird.”

"Would anyone have a name like that?"

Sigma was just laying flat on the bed, his gaze was upward, but he only saw a partition, but he already knew that he was talking to her through a partition.

His voice was weak and dissipated within a short distance in the still air.

Aya chuckled lightly.

"Isn't a name just a symbol? If you want, you can call me Da, to be honest, but I don't really like the name Da, it doesn't look like a female name."

"It doesn't matter," he said seriously, "like Lillian is a variant of Lily. May I call you Lily?"

He ended the last topic, turned around and made a strange request.

"Of course." Aya replied.

She agreed casually. Anyway, her name on the passport has not been used for a long time, and the name is of no importance.

She thought back to the first time she met Sigma, and she thought he was a bit like a cranberry madeleine with a little whipped cream on top.

From the moment she first met him, Aya felt a little inexplicable. This feeling came from a sense of familiarity that came from nowhere.

"Lily."

Now, it feels even weirder.

Sigma's tone was tender, but she didn't know him.

Do normal people give nicknames to strangers they meet for the first time?Although Lily and Lilian mean the same thing, yes.

Aya asked while muttering in her heart.

"May I take the liberty to ask, where are you from, Sigma?"

He didn't answer right away.

But Aya started to think wildly, has she ever seen this person?Isn't he some ex she met before?

She was filled with a premonition that something bad was going to happen.

But it all comes down to calm.

"I lost all my memories, and I'm here to look for them." In the long breath, Sigma said softly.

There was an inherent incompatibility in him, and it was only now that Ling understood the reason for it.

"I'm sorry to mention this to you, Sigma." Aya's voice softened, and she said, "If I can comfort you, I am also a person without a past."

"Have you lost your memory too?"

"No, to be precise, I didn't go there." Aya said calmly.

Sigma was silent.

"Are you feeling sad about it? I feel, you look sullen, Sigma, is it because of the amnesia thing?" Aya asked.

In the air like water, there is only silence.

"Yes."

Sigma felt dizzy, as if the world was in dislocation.

He was ashamed of his honesty, and he thought he was finished.

This is obviously not the scenario he envisioned. In fact, all of this has been arranged in his mind tens of thousands of times, but none of this should be the current scenario.

"But I don't feel sad." Aya said, he sat up, then stroked the railing, and lowered his head to look at Sigma on the lower bunk, although she could only see a dim outline.

"I've never found memory loss to be a painful thing. If I had to say that, everyone in the world suffers from memory loss all the time. For everyone, forgetting important things is painful, but it doesn't matter It doesn’t matter whether you forget or not.”

"My memory begins at a station, and I don't know anything before that."

He said somberly, his voice mixed with coffee and sugar.

"So?" Aya asked back, "The baby's memory is not produced in the womb either."

"That's not what I want to say. Lily... I don't have a home, I'm adrift in this world, I'm looking for someone, I was told that I have a past, so I came to Russia." Sigma just pulled up the quilt , covering his face, but his movements only persisted for a short while.

He felt that everything was out of control, maybe seeing her made him lose his composure, after all, this was his long-cherished wish.

"I see." Aya said, "Sigma, you are just afraid of being alone. If you want a home, you have to build it, not find it. Otherwise, you will always find a house, not a home." .”

"Yes, you're right... Speaking of which, Lily, I saw you at the station. Is that person your partner?"

"No." Aya said nonchalantly, "This is a friend of mine."

This answer seemed to intensify his confidence.

"I'm looking for you," Sigma said.

He started saying the wrong things again.

But he has been unable to contain all the development of the situation.

"Do I know you?"

"No, you don't know me, Lily." Sigma said as he closed his eyes, and some complicated images flashed in his mind for a moment.

He looked up, as if he had seen the ceiling through the partition.

She was above, in the moonlight, and he was below, in the dark.

They are people of two worlds, although they are in the same space and come from one origin.

He's trapped while she's out running.

He observes the outside world through a mirror. In the past, he could only see himself in the mirror.

However, one day, he met her unilaterally in the mirror.

Sigma closed his eyes, he didn't know what mood he was in now.

But he has been waiting, has been waiting anxiously, hoping that one day, she can see him.

Now, he finally realized his wish, but instead of feeling excited, he only felt timid and cowardly.

He was apprehensive, his heart fluttering.

At last he mustered up the courage to say, "But I've known you for a long time."

The author has something to say: Δ represents the sign of increase (decrease).

Lillian is GraciousLily in Old English.

Epsilon&Е&∑, the script looks very similar, but the first letter cannot be typed out.