Lillian's Melaleuca routine

Aya had a dirty face and didn't speak.

"I did not lie to you."

Fyodor started to play the emotional card, but his speech skills were high.

"It's not normal for people to have all kinds of emotions in the middle, and occasionally I will hesitate for a while." He sighed, "But it's not because of lack of self-confidence. the right way. That is why I need the 'book'."

He said frankly: "I need universal insurance, a master key to arrange my fate in a legitimate way, and obtain support. You are right, I may not be very confident, so I need more means to achieve my goals. Maybe Gogol told you What is it that he is different from me, and I don't think you will choose to side with him?"

"What does this have to do with Nikolai?"

"He and I don't go the same way," Fyodor said. "You should know, Lillian. We came together for a short time as kindred spirits, and now, we are about to return to the opposite path. He seems to hate it." This society, therefore, expects to drag this derailed, slowly dying world back to its original path.”

"So, have you thought about what your country is like? If you want to do it to the end, you must consider these issues in advance. Of course, this may be my assessment of you, let's talk about it." Aya said.

Fyodor pondered for a long time, this was a very important moment for him, but he really didn't think about it.

"Okay, let's put this matter aside."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Aya continued, her tone carried a little girl's naive fantasy.

"However, I think it is necessary for me to tell you something." She was a little incoherent, and regretted a little after she finished speaking.

But she really wanted to say something sincerely.

In their previous conversation, she had indeed been moved.

She shouldn't have talked to him about it.

Because all his goals exist in only one root.

He can't see the future of the world - if he is determined to destroy the supernatural beings along with himself.

He is a piece of ice that will remain in the old world forever, and it will melt faster when it hits the sun, just like the first snow hits a melting iron.

It is for this reason that their present conversation is based on a fantasy.

Everything is looking at flowers in a fog.

And this is the source of Aya's sadness.

But she still chose to do so.

It's just because their conversation is so harmonious now, and he also sincerely wants to talk about it with her.

"In the conversations you had with me before, I talked about some ideas about the country. Now, I have some ideas. My kingdom should be a free country, but this may not be what Nikolai wants freedom of……"

"Secondly, there is a relatively fair and stable society without supernatural beings, and a country where the Lord that people believe in is watching everyone from a high heaven, and urges the people of this country to unite politics and religion."

He was a little sleepy at first, but now he is quite awake.

Maybe he had recovered from the conversation they had just had.

"The people are distributed in blocks, but they are quite scattered and do not pose a threat to the monarch. Secondly, this country has a certain legal foundation, and at least some laws protect the people's right to life." He added unhurriedly, "The law does not The fundamental purpose is not to be good for people, and to protect the authority of the monarch before public interest... Therefore, when citizens break the law, they must atone for their crimes as if they had committed sins."

"Just like... if someone commits any unbreakable commandment, he must kneel before the altar and sacrifice a male animal as the animal for atonement. Not only that, he should confess his crime in front of everyone. As the scriptures say "Ling's voice became softer and softer, "When he has sinned, he must confess his sins, and because of his sins, he must give his guilt offering, which is the ewes in the flock. , or a lamb, or a goat, and bring it to the LORD as a sin offering.”

"..."

Fyodor was speechless.

"Remember what we said earlier? If you admit that you are guilty too."

Aya took the opportunity to mention him again.

"Fyodor made a mistake, and he has to atone for himself... He has written for himself a morally contradictory page, he hides a lot of danger and power under his skin, and if anyone offends him, he atones for them Sacrifice... just how he forgives himself? Just because God cannot forgive him based on him, he crosses the border of traditional morality to another opposite border, and walks on a completely different road. The Creator will never forgive him, and he will never forgive himself , so his heart is often burned like fire."

Aya looked at Fyodor.

His eyelids trembled.

"If I want to build a kingdom, then it must be my property." Aya said, she is always so arrogant in some situations, "How can it be said that the Creator put our noses on us? But say, the Creator Crown me, the people of my country have no faith, just because they worship a greatest Allah, just because she brings them happiness, let the Creator serve her country, confine God like a conquered territory One corner, since then, my people only believe in me, not God..."

Aya stretched out her hand to cover Fyodor's eyes, and his half-opened eyes were buried in the darkness.

"Did Fyodor make a mistake?" She raised the end, her voice was low and full of arrogance, "There is no need for the Creator to exercise virtue to forgive him, nor does he need to kneel before the Lord to atone. I will forgive him, and I will forgive him. He came to forgive himself."

Before she finished speaking, she couldn't help laughing.

"Then do you want to join me? Fei Jia, answer me seriously." Ling smiled playfully, and suddenly made a joke.

"of course."

"Then you will be my believer."

Fyodor also chuckled. It seemed that he was extremely relaxed today, and he was paralyzed into a ball.

When his raised eyes were slightly squinted, unlike usual, he was sleepy and wanted to sleep, so he was as lazy as a cat and as light as a cat.

"Oh." He said, "Books are also omnipotent in a certain way. Belief in you may be more reliable than belief in God."

Aya shook her head.

"I'm not omnipotent, and there are things I can't do. At least you haven't told me the prototype of your imaginary country."

Fyodor sighed.

"Is it even a vague prototype? Lillian, I don't have any precise definition of a country... If you want to hear it, I can tell you. These are just some of my shallow, immature ideas."

He has not resisted Aya's nonsense.

"Humanity needs a relatively free society. At least, there should be no system like serfdom that binds people together. Secondly, the nobles and the people should think separately, because the two think in different ways. He began to talk eloquently, "But the people above should have a dialogue with the people below, and people should not be seen separately. Although human beings may have different statuses, in terms of thinking, they should be equal. Perhaps this may not be an orderly world like a gray birdcage, nor is it a society where everyone is safe, happy, stable and happy, but it must be a world where rationality and sensibility coexist, where science, logic, rationality and faith are born as one. There are wars and misfortunes, and it must be for a better society..."

Aya covered her mouth and smiled.

But Fyodor did not pause, and continued talking.

Just like at this moment, he was also chatting about these things in a relaxed manner.

Strangely enough, he didn't feel bored at all when they talked about these things.

Maybe he hasn't talked to others about some topics other than business for a long time.

"In my opinion, individualism is extremely necessary. Our country is shrouded in the cloud of collectivism. In this world, the people have nowhere to hide. Self-interest is compressed to the extent visible to the naked eye, as if bureaucracy has expanded. At the same time, the national civilization is deeply rooted in the entire human civilization, and should not be eliminated and assimilated..."

"It seems that we are completely different." She did not show an impatient look, but was full of interest in his conversation, "Maybe I am one-sided? Oh, sorry, Fedya. I seem to ask you too much today Problem."

"No need to apologize to me, Lillian. You made me have a good day, and I've been praying for this moment for a long time." Fyodor's voice was getting lower and lower, "Thankfully, our conversation went well. "

"Are you going to be nervous too? I thought you were perfect." Aya mocked, "I never said I would help you, Fedya. But before leaving Petersburg, I can help you remove some small obstacles. .”

"Enough is enough, that's enough," he whispered. "I need you, honey."

He looked really tired, but he kissed her lightly on the cheek anyway.

Aya held his face in her hands, seeing that he looked drowsy and unresponsive.

His cheeks revealed a natural blush, originally Aya thought he was sleepy, but he quickly grabbed her hand.

A train staggered into the station, and many seemed to be the night at this moment, everything was ordinary, maybe there was fine snow falling, or maybe the cold wind was wandering in every corner full of humidity.

Here only, a faint cluster of light illuminates the blurry scene, making them reflect each other's eyes.

A clump of glistening black trees and a silent snow-shrouded field, a clear, luminous silhouette of a portrait-like silence...  

They all have some thoughts at this moment, and the gods have not intervened.

Words are shattered by shovels, leaving only the sound of breathing like sand, like the evening wind blowing through the woods.

So they went with the flow, kissing in the moonlight.