Lillian's Melaleuca routine

Fyodor looked at Nikolai Gogol as he looked at a dog.

At least that's how Aya sees it.

Although his expression was still the same as usual, Aya always felt that Fyodor deserved a beating, at least she felt that way sometimes when she saw him.

Whenever this time, it should be the moment when her bad taste explodes and she feels the most excited.

But unfortunately, out of rebellious psychology, Aya did not want Fyodor to do what he wanted to do comfortably. Under the guidance of multiple emotions, in the end, Aya chose to be a peacemaker.

She turned around and frowned at Gogol, almost sticking out her tongue and making a funny expression.

She mouthed and told him word by word, telling him not to pay attention to what Fei Jia said.

Although it seems that this behavior is perfunctory, it is actually very perfunctory.

Aya has no interest in explaining to Gogol his previous relationship with Fyodor, nor is she interested in reporting personal matters to anyone.

"We live together. Yes." Aya said indifferently, "But it's not a big deal, Nikolai, I'll take you back."

"Ah? Are you going to send me off? Lillian." Gogol made a rather surprised expression, his eyes were wide open, and his tone was exaggerated, "Wow! That's great!"

Ling's eyes met Fyodor's for a moment, and she pursed her lips, pretending to be wronged and said, "I just came to pick you up, but I didn't say I would go back with you, Feiya."

She looked at him with a frank expression, very righteous.

"I didn't ask for your opinion on my question." Fyodor was not annoyed, but said calmly, "If this is what you want, Lillian. It just so happens that I have something to do."

Both of them are very self-aware of their relationship with each other, and Fyodor has no intention of turning against Gogol for the time being.So he gave in naturally.

He turned sideways and glanced at Gogol with scrutiny in his eyes.

Nikolai Gogol is not as sane as he thought.

Once he gets attached to certain conditions, he starts to lose his mind.

That's what makes him so useful.

Fyodor waved crisply, dragging his heavy coat and suitcase.

"See you tonight." He turned around and said goodbye to Ling, not forgetting to ask, "Don't forget your work, Gogol."

Gogol's mood did not relax.

Instead, he was silent for a moment. The two of them stood together at the station entrance, watching Fyodor go away. He didn't even look back, looking so relaxed and calm.

He feels like he's lost.

It was a strange feeling, unacceptable and terrifying, and the feeling of losing control came over him again.

But he didn't spend a long time on this matter, because Aya had already taken his hand.

"Nikolai?" She smiled sweetly and asked casually, trying to bring back his wandering mind.

She succeeded.

Gogol smiled, and he returned to his original appearance.

"Miss me? Lillian!"

At least he won't be so stupid as to waste today's time thinking about these issues, let's save these things for later.

"of course!"

Aya nodded, and they leaned close together and walked forward, "Let's eat first! I want to eat barbecue!"

"What a coincidence! I want to eat too!" He showed a surprised expression.

Aya clapped her hands.

"So!"

They looked at each other, smiled tacitly, and said the next sentence involuntarily.

"Let's go to the barbecue shop!"

It started smoothly, however, the result was not smooth.It took them an hour of chirping and chatting to decide which BBQ place to go.

Then, with their slow progress of walking and stopping, and wandering here and there, finally, when they arrived at the barbecue restaurant, it was almost dark.

It was still early spring, and the night in Petersburg still came quickly. It was only five o'clock, and it was already completely dark.

They chatted in the dark and arrived at the barbecue shop.

The barbecue shop is not big, and it is very different from the usual bamboo stick-style Japanese-style yakiniku.The Russian barbecue is a set meal, and it is very enjoyable to drink with beer.

They ordered a table full and ate while chatting.

Soon, half of the time passed.

"I'm so thirsty." Aya didn't know if it was because of the alcohol, but Aya felt a little hot in her head.She fanned the air with her hands, and still felt a little dry.

"Would you like some juice?" Gogol asked.

"No!" Aya stretched out an index finger and waved it, as if shaking her head.

Her cheeks brightened, and she said suddenly: "Nikolai! I think we can find something exciting to do!"

Gogol stuttered, he froze for a moment, and then asked falteringly: "Lilian, you, you mean..."

There was something in his words, but he didn't dare to say it clearly, so he had to ask secretly.

Ling gave him a blank look at first, then raised her eyebrows, tilted her head and asked pretendingly, "Yes! My dear, what are you thinking? Is that what I think?"

Aya saw that his eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

She looked at Gogol, not knowing whether it was because of the heating or the wine, he seemed a little dizzy, his whole body was in a slightly drunken state, his cheeks were flushed, and he looked very happy.

She flattened his head with not much force.

"Surprie!" she said.

She patted him again, and then repeated the last sentence coolly: "Honey, what are you thinking?"

Gogol showed a disappointed expression.

Aya was indifferent to this, deliberately not looking at him.

He continued: "We haven't seen each other for a long time."

"Yes."

"But it's too late now." He said aggrievedly, "There's nothing to do, the movie theaters are closed. Don't you want to go home with me?"

Aya just looked at him without saying a word.

"Okay." He compromised and said along with her, "but most places are closed."

"Have you finished your work?" Aya asked the question she wanted to ask the most tonight, seemingly concerned.

She propped her chin and looked at Gogol pretending to be innocent.

"It's not a big deal." Because of her indifference before, Gogol seemed a little perfunctory.

"If it's not a big deal, then you can..."

"No." Gogol refused solemnly.

"why?"

"You'd better not know."

He twitched, but didn't say anything.

"It's okay." Aya said, "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it."

This does not seem to be the result Gogol wanted.He sighed pretending to be melancholy, and took a big gulp of beer.

"What are you going to do?" Aya asked suggestively, "Is that what I think?"

Gogol sighed before saying, "Fyodor wants me to deal with some people."

"I want to go!" Aya said excitedly.

Gogol pondered for a while, and then said tactfully: "Aren't you afraid? Lillian."

Then he realized that he asked a stupid question, so he changed his words and said in disbelief: "Do you think those... ahem, scenes are exciting?"

"What do you think?" Aya asked back.

The meaning in her tone is self-evident.

After hearing Gogol's tone of describing "this is a trivial matter", she was extremely excited after drinking.

Yes.

What Fyodor had said had remained in her mind from that day on.

She did not know whether Fyodor did it on purpose, but the words did make a strong impression on her mind.

When she began to speculate about the job, some strange things inevitably fell into her heart.

After all, she had never been with a gang before.

Gogol smiled slightly.

"It's not impossible, but I don't want to destroy my image in your heart."

"I don't know what kind of person you are?" Ling asked, "Besides, I can't even accept these things, we have to separate sooner or later. Could it be that you plan to keep hiding, Nikolai, I never knew You don't trust me so much."

Aya considers herself a person who loves challenges.

Her fear of death does not exist.On the contrary, she is sometimes full of curiosity about death, so she will challenge a high-risk move that humans cannot do.

Just like she often has some weird and weird goals, walking in the high-temperature hot spring flowing with magma, or falling from a high altitude and sliding like a bird in free fall in the air, like a bomb fish, follow the whale to Heading into the North Pacific.

"How could it be?" Gogol said in an inaudible voice, "You are so heartless, Lillian."

He was not worried that Ling would be afraid of the dead, but her trust in him was obviously out of perfunctory.

Gogol complained: "It's so distressing, I still have to report to Fei Jia."

"Is your relationship good?"

Aya involuntarily started talking again, this time, it was definitely not her intentional move.

"No." Gogol said, and he sighed, "I just find it troublesome."

Aya stared at him without saying a word.

He sighed again: "ah, it's been a long time since we met, it's been a long time—"

"Nonsense, we only met half a month ago." Ling said sternly.

"Lillian—"

"Dear Mr. Nikolai, what can I do for you?" Aya watched his performance with her chin propped up for a while, and then said following his intention after a long time.

Gogol put his fingers together, put them against his lips, and winked.

"Ah! I remembered." Aya showed a look of sudden realization.

Gogol made a gesture of anticipation.

"Last time I said I would write a poem for you!"

"But..." Aya showed a guilty expression: "Sorry, Nikolai, I seem to have forgotten."

They stared at each other, and the scene was awkward for a while.

"But." Aya changed the subject of her words, squinted at him, leaving a twist.

"I'm lying to you, Nikolai." She approached him and put her arms around his neck intimately.

Fortunately, the lights are not too bright, and they are not very eye-catching due to their position in the corner.

"Want to listen? My masterpiece!"

Gogol made a gesture of all ears.

Ling coughed lightly, cleared her throat, and then spoke.

"Sometimes your body is a closed tank." She leaned into his ear and said the first words, "Honey, break yourself, or sell you to me."

"Yes, I'm sure of all that...you call it easy sometimes..."

His eyes were translucent, and his bright yellow pupils seemed to be flickering.

"And I'm a fish, swimming only in the sea with you."

Although Gogol didn't ask for this kind of reward, he knew that Aya deliberately changed the topic, but he was already satisfied.

In her sugar-coated shell, he just wanted to drop his arms and surrender on the spot.

"Then what?" he asked.

"When it rains, I salvage the air in the rain, looking for your shining pupils wandering around, looking for your shy and loving face..."

Aya continued talking.

The author has something to say: My poetry writing level is average.

There are no questions.

The following is the finished version, there are changes on it, I still feel that something is wrong, but I still put it up.

sometimes your body is like a tank

yes i'm sure

and i'm a fish

only swim in the sea with you

When it rains

I salvage the air in the water

Looking for your wandering blue eyes

Find your shy love face

Dear

Melt everything in me in the rain

So my love can run wild in every corner with you

I love you

so you'll be there all the time

everywhere

感谢在2020-07-0121:31:09~2020-07-0800:14:33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: Zizi 1;

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

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