Lillian's Melaleuca routine

By the time Aya returned to her residence, finished washing, and was lying on the bed, it was already late.

She turned off the light, pulled the quilt, and was lying looking at the ceiling for a long time, but it was a little difficult to sleep.

In her mind, she couldn't help but start to echo what Gogol said to her that night.

Before he said these words, Aya had always kept a wait-and-see attitude towards him.

- He seems to look funny and extreme, but he is actually empty and empty.

Aya's view of him is of course subjective, and until today, they haven't known each other for too long, and Aya has never dated him with the attitude of being in a heart-to-heart relationship with him.

So tonight Aya was really surprised that Gogol would say these words.

He lightly talked about his own affairs, including some of his old experiences, and told her everything she wanted to know in detail, in order to satisfy her curiosity to the maximum extent.

Whatever she asked, he answered.

Of course, out of politeness, Aya would not ask any sensitive questions.

In fact, Aya still doesn't quite trust Gogol.

He had a history of lying, after all, and she didn't quite believe he'd tell her the whole thing when they'd only known each other for a few months—he'd known Fyodor obviously longer!

She was always suspicious, like they were secretly plotting something.

At that time, when she was looking down at the shadow of the magician and processing the fragments of information that her brain had no time to react to, Nikolai Gogol gave her a blow to the head.

"You want to help me, Lillian."

His never-before-seen words full of patience and bewitching tone, maybe he is serious, but his language habits and the pair of pupils thinner than the mist revealed endless indifference, just like he shed his hypocritical mask, Show your true indifferent face.

His tone was extremely serious, this is Nikolai!

Aya hoped that he was joking, obviously, he looked really serious.

It was Aya's goal to win over Gogol.

In shock, she didn't immediately know how to answer.

In fact, Aya hasn't figured out how to deal with the Five Decays of Heaven and Man yet. She secretly called Sonia on the phone a few days ago to plan a harmless revenge.

So she just faltered and hawed, and was silent for a long time like never before.

"Are you and Fei Jia enemies?"

she asked tentatively at last.

Gogol shook his head.

"So, are you friends?"

He also shook his head slowly.

Ling made up her mind, she tapped Gogol's shoulder lightly, and said in a complaining tone.

Inwardly, she was truly relieved.

At least for now, they will not develop any hostile relationship, but it is obvious that they are doing things in this organization with their own purposes.

"Dear Nikolai, you scared the hell out of me!"

She passed this matter as if nothing had happened, but she knew that she had to deal with it well.

Aya's memories ended here.

There were actually some more serious things they talked about that night, but none of that was a priority.

In fact, there are still many things that are not clear about their secretive conversation. Aya finds it interesting in retrospect.

It's really worthy of the five declines of heaven and man.

She thought about it, and couldn't help laughing again.

A five-person organization, several monsters, each with their own ghosts, fighting for a short-term goal.

Thinking of this, she remembered the call she just had with Sonia—she was a little confused about what to do.

A difficult decision: what should she do with Fyodor, Gogol, and Sigma.

But obviously, although these three people have their own goals, in the short term, their goals are the same.

At least for now, the five decays of heaven and man will not threaten her for the time being.

However, Aya also has reservations about this organization, which comes from the doubts she has always had.

How on earth did they know her?

Has Hayata Ling been exposed?

Having said that, why does a small organization know so much about "books"?

Aya tossed and turned for a long time, almost seeing through the ceiling, but she still didn't come to any conclusion.

Want to help Fyodor?Or get rid of him.

All kinds of complicated thoughts intertwined in her heart, and now she couldn't sleep at all.

She tapped her forehead in annoyance and looked up at the time.

The alarm clock by the bedside was dark, and it was very dark. Fortunately, Ling Ye's vision was not bad, and the pointer above her head was pointing to the position just above her head in the upper left corner.

It was one o'clock in the morning.

She pouted, pushed the quilt aside, got up and opened the door, and was about to drink some water when she saw that Fyodor's room was still lit.

The door of his room was ajar, as if he was deliberately waiting for her to notice.

An orange halo shot obliquely from the angle of the door, leaving a small piece of dazzling bright color.

Aya was immediately attracted.

To be precise, her curiosity was immediately aroused and expanded unscrupulously.

After all Fyodor had the audacity to invite her to his house, and she thought it was a sign of his increased tolerance for her.

But Ling didn't have the habit of rushing into other people's rooms, so she first went to the kitchen to find a water glass, and then took some water from the tap. After drinking the water, she knocked slowly on the door.

It just so happened that she could find out what he had to say.

"Feyya, are you asleep?" She lowered her voice.

Although the lights in the room were still on, maybe Fyodor had the habit of turning on the lights and opening the door to sleep?

"Come in, Lillian."

Such a voice came from inside, Fyodor's voice was slightly deep, but it was very steady and did not appear tired.

Ling opened the door unhurriedly. The door was not new. It looked like an old-fashioned door. The surroundings of the door were a bit old. When the door was pushed open, there was a "creak" sound, which was very harsh at night. .

The light in Fyodor's room was not very bright. He was facing the computer, which had entered sleep mode. There was a stack of documents spread out on the desk. A desk lamp was placed on the side of the desk, pressing on the stack of documents. is a book.

Walking around the entire room, except for a simple small bed, a bedside table, a small bookshelf, a fireplace and a sofa, there is nothing else in the house.

The style of his previous room was very similar, it seemed that it was only built for work, there was no special style, except for some information, there was no furniture that could easily reveal his personal habits.

Aya walked into him.

Fyodor raised his face buried in the book, and Aya saw what he was reading.

It was Mussolini's "Fascist Creed", which was published in a journal. The book is not new, and it looks quite old.

"Is that the Italian sleepwalker?" Aya quickly scanned the prominent topic, and she said something casually.

She was referring to Mussolini, a subversive fanatic buffoon.The Italian was the president of the Italian team during World War II and was also a politician. He was shot dead after the war.

Fyodor responded, and they didn't continue to communicate, so he just turned on the light and continued to read this article.

A hand covered his face, interrupting him.

He raised his head and looked at Aya.

"Since I'm here, don't you want to chat with me?" Ling raised her eyebrows and asked, shaking her half-drunk water glass.

"I'm reading Mussolini's articles to understand some of his political activities and experiences," Fyodor said, "but he is not what I imagined."

"What are you reading this for?"

Fyodor was silent for a while before he said, "I've been thinking about a question recently, maybe I can find the answer from here."

Aya showed a surprised expression, but this expression was extraordinarily fake because of its abruptness.

"The existence of a fascist country is not very practical, at least it has been denied by history... If you want to understand this, you might as well talk to me about other things." Aya said, she added, "Maybe, you Can you talk to me about your problem? Maybe I can give you some advice."

Fyodor put down his pen, got up, and politely asked her to sit on the edge of the sofa.

It's winter now, and it's still a little cold.

Fyodor got up and took a blanket, which he offered to Aya, but Aya shook her head and refused.

So he sat down and covered this scarlet all floral blanket with a red nose.

Seeing him like this, Aya sat down beside him.

He didn't turn on the light.

Although the lights are a bit dim, there are not many stars, and the windows are closed, leaving only the sound of shallow breathing.

They gathered around a thin blanket, preparing for a special evening talk.

"I met a little girl today," he said. "We were praying at church, and she seemed a little distracted. At the end of the prayer, she yawned."

"Huh? Do you often go to church?" Aya made a confused voice, "But you don't look like..."

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Her voice stopped abruptly as if she suddenly thought of something, "Anyway, Fei Jia, you know."

She didn't finish the sentence, although the meaning in the words was still unfinished.

The author has something to say: I will start writing the most important part of this article in the next chapter, which are all serious topics anyway.

In fact, there is a small outline, but I don't think it is easy to understand, so I will release it together after the end.

happy National Day!

感谢在2020-09-2619:56:10~2020-09-3022:53:14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 irrigated the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Gu Yu wine;

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