Lillian's Melaleuca routine

In the long night, the stars are particularly obvious in high latitude areas, and they are on the 100-meter-high building, which is very close to the sky.

When you lower your head, you can see glowing street lamps the size of peas and highways as thick as noodles.

Aya is very satisfied, she always likes this kind of condescending and unobstructed state.

When she turned to look at Gogol, she subconsciously met his eyes.

"Hey!" she greeted.

But he has been counting down, doing boring counting work.

When she looked at him, he smiled—mildly, subtle, not like Nikolai Gogol's signature smile.

Aya felt bored.

She felt a kind of conformity—when Nikolai was counting honestly, a kind of boredom naturally rushed to her heart.

"Will Mr. Magician surprise me?"

Aya patted Gogol, and asked deliberately provocatively, for some reason, she hoped to change the state that made her anxious through this gesture.

So at the next moment, Aya found that Gogol had not followed the rules to keep the time.The number in his mouth suddenly changed from three to zero. Of course, he didn't obediently use his ability to send her out of the building as agreed.

"Of course!"

As he spoke, he first violently broke the glass. To be precise, they almost broke it with their bodies-from a distant perspective.

The two of them fell out of the building together along the shards of glass.

From a distance, it looks beautiful.

A piece of ice-like glass, like the halo of a floating moon, the fragments seem to have no trace, only spreading around to form a vacuum.

Like fragments of stars filling the sky, there is a faint sun-like brilliance floating.

But it didn't feel too good.

Although the shards of glass didn't hurt Aya, she still felt specious, needle-like pain, like the itching of small bugs moving and gnawing on the skin, which was not very conspicuous but always there.

Aya was a little dissatisfied, but before she could say anything, she was blown away by the whistling wind.

soon.Her focus was on what she was really looking forward to.

The excitement she has been pursuing is greater than everything else, and it is greater than Gogol she was still concerned about just now.

He seemed to have a strange expression, relaxed and comfortable, but also strangely peaceful, his eyes were empty, as if they were just going through an ordinary interstellar transition.

The pleasure brought by this high-speed fall is indescribable. These fresh and exciting factors can always ignite her heart and make her erupt.

Always at these moments, Aya can clearly feel the sound of her heart beating and gasping for breath, the feeling of weightlessness accompanying the fall, and the temperature imbalance and physical panic that can be clearly sensed from her body. The unavoidable pain constituted more than half of her physical feedback.

Only on these rare occasions did she truly feel that she was a human being.

"Nikolai, do you like this feeling?"

Aya said suddenly, and then she said with an exclamation, "Perfect!"

Actually, Aya wanted to say something more.It's a pity that the happy time is only a short moment, she must cherish it and not waste it.

Under Gogol's ability, they bumped and fell to the ground dizzily like sitting on a trampoline machine.

This process only takes less than 1 minute.

At the last moment, Aya was disappointed.

Her interests have always come and gone.

But Nicholas put his arms around her shoulders, and his excited panting accompanied her ears, which made her feel a little different.

A fresh, flowing human nature rekindled within her.

However, because the speed of the fall was too fast, she didn't appreciate the joy of jumping off the building, or it might be that the sense of drop caused by too high expectations was too large.Besides, the natural discomfort of her body made her a little nauseous.

Aya was a little dizzy, she threw away Gogol, squatted on the ground and pressed her temples, with a uncomfortable expression on her face.

In contrast to her, Gogol appears to be full of interest and vitality.It seems that he is not disgusted with this activity, but finds it fresh.

"Honey, are you unhappy?"

Seeing Ling's reaction, Gogol asked with concern.

He reached out and stroked her forehead gently.Then the body leaned down slightly, parallel to Aya.

"Nikolai, I'm very happy." Ling first eased the dizzy feeling, and then said, "But things are a bit beyond my expectation..."

She said sullenly, "You seem to be in good spirits, and I'm a little dizzy."

Gogol showed a surprised expression, which was a little exaggerated, even a little scary.

"What's wrong?" Ling patted him with dissatisfaction, "I've never been on such a high jumping machine before."

She continued to whine, "I thought I'd be fine, but unfortunately I'm not. Am I a little afraid of heights? It's a new experience, but I guess it's just a natural reaction..."

In normal times, she didn't talk so much.

It may be because until now, she is still a little dizzy, and the words are automatically poured into her throat before her brain can properly process them.

This matter was a bit out of her expectation, but Aya didn't dislike the fragility of this human body in a certain way.

Aya rubbed her head unskillfully, it seemed that she hadn't shaken off the sudden discomfort.

For some reason, Gogol just watched from the sidelines. Originally, according to the etiquette of a gentleman, he should politely step forward to help her-it is not a good behavior to leave a lady aside.

But he suddenly felt very happy.

Turns out she wasn't completely out of frame.The body also gets tired and tired.

Thinking of this, Gogol wanted to laugh out loud.

Then will she be as natural as dopamine secretion, follow the physical and rational principles, and reasonably have compassion for others, or even emotions?

"Lilian!" Gogol smiled.

Aya raised her head to look at him inexplicably, and he kissed her like a prank.

Ling was startled at first, she pretended to be angry and puffed up her face and patted Gogol.

"Surprise!" Gogol said.

As he spoke, he put his hands on her and hugged her naturally.

"What a surprise!" Aya muttered dissatisfiedly, "We haven't seen each other for so long, dear. We haven't talked about anything yet."

When she was about to change the subject and let nature take its course to inquire about the latest plans of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, she saw Gogol's face brimming with pure joy.

His silver-gray hair doesn't look gray, but it is brilliant against the backdrop of the stars.

He looked really happy, and his face and eyes were shining like a smile that couldn't be concealed.

He looked full of anticipation, and he didn't feel cautious. He was extremely wanton, and he looked high-spirited and complacent.

Ling stared at him for a long time.

Until she came back to her senses and found that Gogol gently waved his hands in front of her line of sight.

Aya was annoyed.

An unknown impulse suddenly swept through her body and mind.

So she cupped his face and kissed him lightly.

"surprise?"

she said uncertainly.

It was rare for Aya to see Gogol's coddling.

He froze for a moment, then pretended to be calm and said: "Please forgive me, my dear, the matter was a bit sudden... You know, I just wanted to make a little joke."

"No, no, no!" He quickly denied again, "Beautiful lady, I'm not someone who frivolously uses kisses as surprises..."

He sighed again, and said resignedly: "I mean, did you... do that to Fedya?"

In the end, he said sternly: "Believe me, I don't mind, it's just a reasonable curiosity of a Russian gentleman..."

"No." Aya said.

Her expression was calm.

She straightened his upturned hair, and then said: "Fyodor has only his delusions in his mind."

Speaking of him, Gogol nodded in agreement, and commented: "Fyodor lives in his own world, and is looking for an end that he will never reach in his life."

Aya didn't answer.

She actually meant to say that it applied to him as well.

But in the end she just nodded in agreement, and then hooked Gogol's hand.

"Honey, are you happy?"

"Of course." Gogol looked at her, seemingly confused.

The more she gets in touch with members of the Five Decays, the more Aya feels their madness.

Of course, this may also be because their personalities are relatively unreasonable, but this is not the main reason.

Aya is always tolerant of these different worldviews, but she also has her own judgments about these.

"Can you tell me? We didn't talk about your freedom last time." Ling hesitated, although she knew it was not appropriate to ask this question.

As soon as she said this, she regretted it.

But today is so dreamy, she may be a little dizzy.

She's been planning Sonia's affairs, so she needs to find out what he thinks first.

Gogol turned around.

"Before I answer your question, Lillian, can you tell me what you think?"

Aya nodded, and said without thinking: "About this issue, I actually read some in the book... First of all, I define freedom as a neutral word. You know, human beings always have contradictory views on freedom, because The situation of freedom is not always so simple and beautiful. For example, in terms of species protection, the control of endangered animals belongs to the category of non-freedom, but it protects their lives. Maybe this is positive for human beings, but For the animals themselves, this is a false proposition. Maybe they are willing to give up their lives for freedom..."

Nikolai Gogol sighed.

"For me, freedom is the best."

"why?"

"I have been living in fear since I was born." Gogol said in a hazy tone. He raised his head and stared at the clear moon, and his eyes looked foggy.

Last time, he was secretive and didn't say anything.

This time, he explained.

"Assuming that freedom and bondage are regarded as antonyms, and body and soul are regarded as relative terms - just like the two poles of yin and yang, my complete happiness exists in my soul." Gogol pointed to his head , and then added, "I have struggled for this since I was born. Getting rid of the cumbersome body is my first purpose and my first definition of freedom."

"Traditionally, people cannot move without their body organs, but I often wonder what it feels like to think without the brain." He said gloomily, "From birth, I have become a person, and any of my Behavior cannot escape the framework of human beings.”

Aya thought for a moment, then nodded.

"I wouldn't want to be a 'book,' either, if I could."

"So you became 'human'?"

Gogol asked.

Aya wasn't sure, she hesitated for a moment and didn't answer.

She never thought about it, never tried to figure it out.

"Now let's figure out the second definition." Gogol did not pause, but continued, "From a social perspective, everyone has different requirements for freedom. I have seen it before. People paraded through the streets, holding up signs proclaiming freedom and democracy. Obviously, at this time, the purpose of human beings clamoring for freedom is their sovereignty. If it is beneficial to them, people will attribute it to freedom; slavery..."

Gogol did not look calm, although his tone of voice was as frivolous and casual as ever.

"Since then, I have been thinking." He said, "Do human beings have such low requirements for freedom? From birth, they are under the control of the government, strictly classified into categories, and receive special numbers, like piglets. The same strict distinctions between breeds—these are partly determined and partly determined. When they grow up, they still clamor for freedom in protest, and this is just a way to meet needs under limited conditions."

"Freedom has become a means of resistance for human beings at any time." He sighed and exclaimed, "Is freedom under the regime also considered freedom? But in this way, don't we live in a kind of deception and ignorance? A sea crab living near the Hawaiian islands only has the territory of this place in mind, doesn’t it? I often think about this question, as if I were the frog looking at the sky in a well, and I can only see one angle of the sky, although the well is safe , but I am not free."

"I hate this, living in society, living in the ubiquitous control, living in the peace and happiness of charity." Gogol said, "I just want to be a speck of dust in the universe."

He took a few steps forward, not letting Aya see his expression.

But his words are full of words

I need war.