Lillian's Melaleuca routine

After getting off the train, Aya still couldn't stop the thought.

On the contrary, after thinking about the rationality of this move in her heart, she felt that it was a feasible operation.

Ling turned on the phone and looked at the few correspondents in the contact list.Some information quickly flowed through her mind.

What followed was an ever-increasing eagerness to try.

However, thinking about Sigma's ability, Aya suddenly had a brand new idea.

She turned around, looked at Sigma who was carrying the luggage beside her, and softly called his name.

"Sigma."

Sigma just turned his head in a patient listening gesture.

Aya stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Sigma, then her hand naturally held his left hand which was placed aside.

She put on an admonishing tone, although she was asking for his help, but she was confident, with a gesture of oppressing her subordinates.

"Will you do me a favor?"

"Of course," Sigma said, "Lily, you know I won't say no to you."

"So I just greet you politely, Sigma." Aya said.

"Just now you told me about your supernatural ability. You know, I don't have the talent to be immune to supernatural abilities." Aya grabbed her bangs, and she was organizing her words, "So, Sigma, can you tell me, what I want most What is your intelligence?"

"I don't mind if you use your powers on me. You know, I'm curious, and it's a trivial thing for you, so come on, Sigma."

They had left the station and were standing in a side road.At seven o'clock in the morning, the sky was still dark, and there were not many people on the street. Except for the flow of people who came out with them, the street became deserted after a while.

They walked more and more slowly, and finally stopped.

Sigma sighed, his head bowed, his long eyelashes drooping.

His mood was very complicated, there was a sense of oppression that his heart was tightly clenched, and an indescribable relaxation.

He showed a wry smile, and then asked, "Lily, are you sure you want to know the answer to this question?"

"Of course. Tell me, Sigma, it means a lot to me."

Aya was very firm, she said in a trusting but bewitching tone.

However, whether she really cares about this matter, only God and herself can know the real answer.

"Forgive me, Lily, and please don't be angry with me for it, no matter what I say."

Sigma was silent for a while, and actually showed a numb expression.He doesn't look that happy.Perhaps for him, spying on other people's secrets is a shameful and embarrassing thing for him.

"of course."

While answering, Ling paid attention to his dodging eyes calmly, and her doubtful eyes still turned to Sigma, because she felt that he seemed to be overreacting a bit.

But she quickly put the matter behind her.

Sigma still activated the ability.

It was a strange feeling, as they looked at each other, something new had been stuffed into her mind.

This feeling was very abrupt, and it also made Ling feel subconsciously uncomfortable.

She doesn't like this exchange mode very much. As a self-centered person, in Aya's heart, all her private information is above all else, so exchanging her own information is a forever loss-making business for her.

She learned of Sigma's secret.

His heart is an uncultivated field, or a barren landscape, flat and boundless at the same time.He is a fallen leaf, falling into the soil and melting silently between the heaven and the earth.

Of course, there is only one piece of information he wants most, and only she herself knows the answer.

Ling showed a playful smile. She didn't expect her to have such a high status in his heart, which also proved the feasibility of her plan from the side.

She looked at Sigma's eyes, which were gradually separated from the misty glass color. His pupils widened, and he seemed to feel a little confusion, followed by a sense of course. Finally, his attention seemed to be finally freed from thinking, Seeing Aya, his eyes widened, probably frightened.

"Sigma!" Aya laughed and patted his cheek.

"Have you recovered?"

Since she knew his secret, she had slowed down her guard against him a lot, so she had a lot of leisure time waiting for him to wake up from a trance.

Aya sat on the suitcase leisurely. Based on the rules of information exchange, she waited patiently and did not speak immediately.

Fortunately, the answer to the question wasn't too bad for him.

"Amazing." Aya sighed, "Sigma, I don't hate you. You really... the loss outweighs the gain, I mean, you're too careful, I thought, as a member of the Five Decays, you would choose to be more meaningful intelligence."

"Do you hate me?" he said softly, asking the question again.

"What do you think?" Ling didn't give an affirmative answer, she felt that he asked nonsense, so she said mercilessly, "I don't hate you, Sigma, if you want a negative answer from me, You should ask me whether I like Fedya or not."

She had already made up her mind about Sigma.

This man can't be said to be confident, but she can't give him a humble conclusion either.Maybe the amnesia made him a little less worldly, but at least he wasn't overly reckless, and besides, he seemed preoccupied for some reason.

For her, he should have some special secret.For others, Aya can understand, after all, in his eyes, they are the best kind of relationship.

"Thank you, Lily." Sigma was stunned, tilting his head and showing a smile, "I thought you would hate me."

"Of course not." Aya brushed off this topic perfunctorily. This is not the focus of her current attention, and she has no need to hate a stranger.

She just looked at Sigma fixedly, as if asking, did you forget something?

Their topic returned to the beginning.

Sigma seemed very hesitant. Obviously, he didn't know where to start, and he swallowed the words in his mouth.

Just as he was about to speak, Aya interrupted him.

"Forget it." She said, "I don't know the result to the point where I have to know. In order to preserve a little surprise, you can tell me next time we meet, about the information I want to know the most."

Aya lowered her eyes and thought casually.

She still needs more time to confirm the reliability of Sigma. It's not that she doesn't believe in Sigma, but that she doesn't trust Fyodor very much. She seriously suspects that Fyodor is digging holes for her.

So combined with Sigma's state, even if he said something now, Ling would not believe it.

Sigma was briefly distracted, and after a few seconds, his tone returned to calm and gentle.

"I'll take you back to the hotel, Lily."

He said so, and he didn't show any disappointment at her resistance.

And he also began to recover from being overwhelmed, he had already begun to realize that now was not the time to chat with Ling.

They stopped talking about what happened just now.

Aya jumped down from the suitcase, adjusted her hat, then lifted the lever and handed the luggage to Sigma.

"I'm going to rest tomorrow, but since we agreed to go out together, Sigma, let's have dinner together. Of course, if you don't want to go, you can refuse me, this is your right."

She also didn't mention being a tour guide, because she felt that this sentence was inappropriate.

No matter how you look at it, using a career to describe a relationship is cold.Just like leaders and subordinates always lack human touch.

Aya awkwardly tried to correct the problem.

"Now, we are strangers who are about to become new friends. In the future, we may become strangers again, or we may be good friends, subordinates, or lovers. , Sigma, you are too reserved, of course, if you want to be my subordinate, you can be more reserved. But, this is not what you want, is it?"

"Sorry..." As soon as he opened his mouth, Sigma closed his mouth as if thinking of something, he was a little annoyed.

"It's nothing, you don't need to apologize, Sigma. Anyway, I'm glad you chose me between Fyodor and me."

Aya said bluntly.

"Fyodor is very cunning." After thinking about it, Sigma said carefully, "Gogol is not a trustworthy candidate either."

Aya just nodded and said.

"Yeah, so, Sigma, don't you see something wrong?"

"Lily?"

"What Fyodor told you, about you being created from a book, and I was the one who created you." Halfway through, Aya patted her head and said curiously, "Let's say That's right. Sigma, you told me your memory started with a train station, didn't you? But, that's weird, how could you recognize it as a train station if your mind really went blank? ?”

Sigma didn't seem to expect Aya to say that, and his pace slowed down.

"It's not amnesia. Because instincts and habits remain in your mind."

She stretched out her hand, showing an index finger, and shook it.

"Knowledge constitutes your memory, emotion constitutes your bond with the world, Fyodor lied to you, he told you that only me and you are the same kind of people, that is wrong. You are special, but Sigma , Don’t forget that you are still a human being, and you can still find the track of life from everything you know and every language. It’s like a computer. After all the data is cleared, isn’t it a computer? Think of the human brain as a storage disk, after the files are emptied, is the storage disk useless?"

Aya turned sideways, and she looked at him with trusting eyes.

"What you have to do is to create new memories, not to find the past self. It is meaningless to think about the past, because people can never go back to the past. There is no past and future, only the present. At this point in time unique you."

Aya showed a sweet smile.

Any relationship of trust cannot be maintained only by unilateral efforts, and she deeply understands this truth.

Like does not equal trust, trust needs to be cultivated, and she is doing such a thing.

"If you need a relationship to find your way, please rely on me a lot. I don't know what else Fyodor and you have said, but I want to tell you, Sigma, that you don't live for home, you Always had a home."

"People who lack love use home as a stop because they subconsciously think of home as a sanctuary for the soul and a source of hope full of solace. Such people look for love in the family. But you are not the same thing .Sigma, you have to understand that because you have no connection with the world, you just want to find traces of your own existence from home, because you want to establish from the bond of a relationship that you are not isolated and isolated from the crowd."

"You have to understand that your existence does not come from memory, nor does it come from the affirmation of others. Because you are vivid and real, there is no need to prove or self-doubt."

"You don't need to look for a home at all, because you are a home yourself."

The author has something to say: It's been too long since I wrote, and I forgot what I wrote before.

I don't know when the next update will be, so I just write when I have time, I'm too busy.