Lillian's Melaleuca routine

After saying this, Aya quickly snatched the suitcase from Sigma's hand, who was still in deep thought, and she turned around and took a few steps bouncing around.

A few strands of hair brushed against Sigma's cheek, causing him to raise his head subconsciously, and shifted his focus back to Aya.

"Goodbye, little-guide-you-"

Aya showed a playful smile, then waved her hand smartly, and walked briskly away without looking back.

New city, new beginning!

To celebrate, let’s have bread for breakfast today, and raspberry jam with da Lieba!

Although she likes buttered toast for breakfast, she is already tired of eating it for so many days.

Aya thought while humming.

"Li-li-" Unexpectedly, Sigma hurried over from behind and called her.

Aya stopped in her tracks, turned around, and looked at him with some confusion.

"Goodbye." Sigma just said seriously.

"See you next time." Seeing that Ling didn't reply, he repeated it again.

Aya looked at him, she thought he was going to say something, but he just wanted to say goodbye.

The atmosphere spread in silence, a gust of wind blew through, blowing up the messy hair, circling in the air, blurring the vision in front of him.

Ling responded, and also grabbed the scarf in her hand as a hand and waved it in the air. This fringed scarf was like fireworks flying around in the sky, and it was as fleeting as she herself. disappear into the invisible.

"Goodbye. Sigma. We will meet again, so don't miss it." Ling said calmly.

She finally turned around and left again.

This time Sigma didn't catch up.

He watched her wistfully and longingly across the corner before fading out of his field of vision.

Countless times, he has stared at her like this, watched her walk through the street, walk on the mountain road, and chatted with strangers passing by.

Unfortunately, they were not even strangers at that time.

Sigma stayed in place for a long time, like an ice sculpture, and when he turned around, he realized that he had lost his mind again.

He stretched out his hand, looked at the palm of his hand for no reason, and then sighed.

Ling casually found a shop near the subway for breakfast, and then dragged her luggage to find her temporary residence in Petersburg.

This is a large apartment building, standing near a three-way intersection, the road is wide, it is almost noon, the traffic flow is still considerable, and there are many pedestrians on the street, Aya followed the simple map given by Fyodor, After looking at it for a long time, I stumbled and found the right place.

That's right, judging from Aya's usual preferences, as a hedonist, she would not choose such a noisy, narrow and old place near the highway as her foothold.

Under normal circumstances, she should find a hotel, or rent a villa to enjoy a wonderful vacation, but today is a special case.

There's something special about this place.

This is Fyodor's house.

It wasn't his previous temporary foothold, nor was it where he and his colleagues or subordinates worked, but his real residence.

To be honest, Ling didn’t expect him to live in such a lively place. Although this place is noisy, it occupies a good location. It’s close to the city center, and it’s very convenient to travel. It’s not far from the subway station. From the appearance, Although the place is not big, but the location is not bad, it is estimated that the cost is expensive.

She took out the key given by Fyodor from her bag, shook her head, grabbed the keychain and wrapped her index finger around it. She wandered comfortably and found the correct floor, and then took the door key. The door opened slowly.

Aya also didn't expect that Fyodor would seriously invite her to live in his house that day.

Just after their inexplicable conversation, he also began to be inexplicable.

After all, this was his private territory, and although there were still doubts about the comfort, Ling still accepted his invitation.

She was more interested in him than in his family.

What a great opportunity!Although Aya still has doubts about Fyodor's real purpose, she will not be afraid, and she is not afraid of wearing shoes with bare feet. As long as Fyodor does not give up his career, he will not give up trying to win over her.

Anyway, if you are not satisfied, she will move out.

While thinking, Aya opened the door.

"Let me see what the surprise is!"

A narrow entrance, the door is a place to put shoes, and there is an umbrella stand next to it, with two umbrellas inserted obliquely on it, both of which are black, old-fashioned long umbrellas.

The room was very dark, so Aya felt the darkness and turned on the light.

Only then did she realize that there was something else on the ground.

A letter, but not in plastic.Ling looked at the recipient first, and after confirming that it was herself, she opened the letter with confidence.

Fyodor explained some basic conditions of the house in the letter, and then told Aya that he would come to Petersburg in about half a month.

Judging from the contents of the letter, they looked like young couples who had just lived together, but their attitudes were not enthusiastic.

Ling raised her eyebrows, closed the door, locked it, and then found her room with the letter paper and luggage.

As a resident, she didn't look sideways, and never wondered what Fyodor's room looked like.

After passing the living room, she tore the letter into pieces and threw it into the trash can before finding her room.

The room is not big, but it has everything you need and the furnishings are simple. Ling first looked around and checked the hygiene before throwing herself on the bed in satisfaction.

After rolling around on the bed a few times, she poked her head out and took out her phone.

Ruined!

Ling bitterly stared at the phone, there were four missed calls, three of which were from a well-known person, and the other call was from an unexpected person.

She just remembered what she forgot.

She forgot to call Nikolai back!

At the subway station before, she said that she would call him as soon as she got off the subway.

sorry.

Ling falsely apologized to Gogol in her heart, then looked at another phone number, she felt a little tricky.

Aya took a breath and decided to deal with them one by one.

She called Gogol first.

"Honey! Good afternoon!" Aya decided to preemptively strike. As soon as she dialed the phone, she spoke first, "Believe me, I didn't mean to not answer your call, it's just that the signal was not good just now. Look, now I'm at the place where I live. , I’ll call you! Nikolai, are you angry?”

The person on the other end of the phone was silent.

"I miss you! Do you miss me?"

Aya was quiet for a second, then pinched her throat and spoke softly.

"Nikolai? Darling? Baby? Are you there?"

"Miss you." Gogol replied after a long time.

"I miss you so much too! I thought you ignored me."

"How could it be? Lillian." Gogol said in a cloyingly sweet tone with a cold face.

In fact, how could he not be angry, but rationality told him that there was no need to be angry.

"Where are you now? Are you outside?" Ling asked.

"Moscow."

Gogol didn't show any impatience with this meaningless question, but his answer was also full of small thoughts.

He didn't want to tell Aya what he was doing.

"What about you? Lillian." He asked cooperatively.

"Petersburg." Ling didn't pursue it, she just followed Gogol's words thoughtfully and said, "Then, let me test you! Nikolai, may I ask! What is the distance between Moscow and Petersburg?"

"More than 600 versts."

"Great! Nikolai, then, can you tell me, is it cold in your place?" Aya turned around and changed the question.

"It's cold." He said in a pitiful tone, "It's so cold, I'm about to freeze to death, it's still below zero, and it's snowing in Moscow today."

"I have never felt that Moscow and Petersburg are so far away." He said in a low voice, hoping to win her sympathy and some sweet words.

“Excellent!”

Gogol was very dissatisfied with Ling's reply, and was about to explode, but Ling dispelled his anger in a blink of an eye.

"It's really great." Aya said, "Peterburg is also very cold, but I like winter very much, don't you like it? Nikolai? Winter is the season we know. So when I think of winter, I will think of you, That way, I won't be cold."

Gogol raised the corner of his mouth, as if the days they had spent together appeared in front of his eyes.

He wasn't cold, and he didn't feel that the winter in Russia was hard, it was just that he couldn't see her that made him feel that winter was hard.

Aya laughed along with him.

"Come to Petersburg quickly." She urged, pretending to be angry, with an aggressive tone.

"I want to see you." He said aggrievedly, "Fyodor is really disgusting, why is there so much finishing work! He is doing well by himself, he has nothing to do, and does nothing in his room all day long."

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't worry, Nikolai." Aya said, "Speaking of which, dear, I wrote you a poem."

As she spoke, her hands kept moving. She opened the suitcase and searched for something.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that Aya found what she thought of, a notebook and a pen.

She took it out and put it in front of the table. After turning over the first page, she stared at the book, Ling was a little distracted, and Gogol's questioning voice came from the phone immediately.

"Want to hear it? If you want, you should give me a song next time we meet." Ling didn't ask right away.

"I have no literary talent." On the phone, Gogol said helplessly.

"Then you refused?"

"No! Keke, I mean, of course not."

"Sorry, Nikolai. In view of your evasive performance, I decided to read it to you next time." Aya said pretending to be serious.

"Lillian!"

Aya ignored him, but lightly ignored the matter.

"Okay, Nikolai, I'm going out, let's talk next time, okay? I have very important things to do now. But before that, do you have anything to say to me?"

"Lillian, you are the cutest," he said.

"It's no use praising me."

Aya said coldly, determined not to go on the road.

"Honey, that's not what I meant." Gogol said, he moved closer to the phone and said in a low voice.

But he did not explain why.

He hesitated for a rare moment, and then said vaguely: "In short, it's not what you think. But, I can't tell you."

"Lilian, guess what!" He said coquettishly.

"Then tell me the next time we meet." Aya said with a smile, "Okay, okay, Nikolai, I really have to hang up."

"it's a pity-"

They said goodbye to each other and hung up the phone.

After answering the call, Ling checked the time, and it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. She planned to go out for a stroll at night, but it was still early.

Although the end of the phone call just now seemed a bit perfunctory, Lingke did not lie to Gogol, she did have something to do.

She didn't have a lot of information about the five declines of heaven and man, and the most urgent thing to do was to list all the information before handling the next call.

Aya scratched her hair, twirled her pen, and decided to put the plan of her sudden idea yesterday on the agenda.

The author has something to say: I will take an exam on the [-]rd of next month, and I will update after the exam.

难以置信我居然有凌晨考试的一天，半夜12点钟考3个小时，我真是人才。感谢在2020-05-1923:29:34~2020-05-2521:28:16期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: Buy out the shares in China! 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: 1 Uvi;

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