Lillian's Melaleuca routine

The weather is still cold and the cold snap is not over, but the fish that live in the lake are still hiding in the warm water, waiting for the arrival of spring.

Aya spent some time getting her tools ready for ice fishing.

The person walking with her is Gogol.

Ling had already made up her mind, and it happened that she didn't have a driver's license, so it would be best to let him drive.

They confirmed the destination in advance, and they could set off on the same day.

The Neva River was frozen, so they picked a remote place and drove along the river bank until finally there was no trace of people.

Ling got out of the car, and together with Gogol, they took down the fishing tools in one go.In addition, she also brought pots and living tools, ready to cook and eat.

Surrounded by a vast expanse of white ice, they picked a place at random, and Ling then began to dig a hole with ice pins.

She moved two small stools over.

"Please sit down!" She opened her right hand, bent slightly to make an inviting gesture, and then pulled and squatted halfway to break the ice with a fence.

Soon, all prerequisite work has been prepared.

Aya stringed the bait well, threw the float into the hole very unskillfully, and then began to wait for a long time with her chin propped up.

She looked at Gogol's movements, and he looked even more unprepared.

"Nikolai, tell me, which one of us can catch the fish first?"

Aya asked loudly.

They dug three ice caves side by side in a row, and there was another one between Ling and Gogol.

The distance between them is not too far, nor too close, about a meter or so. These holes are arranged in rows, which is very neat.

"Of course it's you, Lilian!" Gogol began to imitate Ling's movements in a decent way, but Ling was not very professional, and the two of them looked like novice players.

"You can cheat!" Ling reminded him.

Gogol froze for a moment, and suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment.

Then he pulled back the rod suddenly, just when Aya was wondering that no fish bit his bait, Gogol's fishing rod.has surfaced.

Empty, nothing.

Ling ran over, and she hugged Gogol's neck bitterly, rubbing his head carelessly.

"Lying to me again! Acting again!"

The fishing line went up and down with the ups and downs, and she rushed back in a crooked manner to lift the fishing line to take up the pole.

Regardless of Sanqi 21, Aya picked up the fishing rod.It is a small fish.

It was only a dozen centimeters long, and Aya didn't recognize it, but only knew it was a freshwater fish.But she still held the fish, looked at it for a moment with a satisfied expression, and then put it on the ice seriously.

"It's the arctic grayling." Gogol walked up to her and suddenly exaggerated, "Wow! I'm so smart! I know all of this!"

Aya glared at him, then stretched out her hand to flick the fins, her eyes were full of interest in seeing the food.

"Can I eat it?"

"can."

"Unexpectedly, I can catch fish with my clumsy technique." Aya sighed, and suddenly, she looked at Gogol quickly as if remembering something, "Obviously I can't fish! Nikolai! Come on, why are you I know it's grayling!"

"Because I eat it often." He said innocently.

Aya thought about it, and felt that it made sense.

Then she continued to string the bait and cast the rod. She was already very proficient in these movements. What was missing now was the appearance of the next fish.

Unfortunately, after waiting for a long time, there was no movement from the fishing rod.

Ling sat on the ice in a daze, she and Lan Bing stared at each other for an unknown amount of time, and then she came back to her senses, so bored that she used snow to build an ice grave for the fish just now.

"If I throw Mr. Magician into the water, will he turn me into a fish?" She leaned closer to Gogol and began to murmur, "If our lunch is just a small fish the size of a palm, then someone He's going to be hungry, he probably wouldn't want to see this..."

Her suggestive words tell Gogol that she has reached the end of her patience and does not want to work hard anymore.

Gogol stretched out his hand and covered Aya's eyes.

He understood what Aya meant.

Aya clasped her hands together and made a gesture of anticipation.

Then she owned a dozen at once.

"Nikolai! I love you!" She circled around Gogol twice excitedly, and then asked suddenly, "Can you cook? Honey."

"..."

Looks like he won't.

Even so, Ling still took out the pot and seasonings that had been prepared earlier from the car. Putting this material together with dozens of fish made people feel helpless.

"Do you know how to remove the internal organs? Lillian." Gogol asked.

Aya shook her head.

"What about the scales?" He smiled and asked again.

"Can you scrape it off with your hands?" Ling asked hesitantly.

"cannot!"

"Too bad!" Ling frowned, and they stared at the bucket full of fish for a long time. Finally, the two laymen gave up their plans to eat fish and chose to continue fishing.

Although Ling didn't feel hungry, it was always a good choice to have a bowl of fish soup in the icy and snowy weather, even though she wasn't cold either.Unfortunately, her plan was quickly aborted halfway.

They sat together, staring at the three ice holes in a daze.

It's been an hour and not a single fish has been hooked.

That's right, they haven't chosen a fishing place, and they don't know the skills. It's incredible to be able to catch fish.

"Honey, if I throw you down, will the fish get the bait?" Gogol asked.

Aya glanced back at Gogol, then suddenly laughed wantonly, then pointed to the small cave with a diameter of only tens of centimeters, "How about this, if I jump in! Dear Nikolai, then you will be like fishing That's how to catch you up."

"You are too heavy, Lillian." He pushed her away in disgust.

Ling was about to get angry, but Gogol put his arms around her back again, put his other hand on the crook of her leg, picked her up easily, and made a gesture to throw her into the small ice cave.

He was about to put Ling down, but in the middle of the movement, Ling's feet had already touched the ground, she stepped on firmly, and stretched out her hand to touch the lake tentatively.

Although the ice is cold and thick, the water has been collected by the ice, and the temperature is kept at around zero degrees.

Aya's hands were numb from the cold, but she actually felt a little warm in the water.

She took up the fishing line seriously.

"I want to go down and have a look, Nikolai."

Gogol's pupils suddenly widened for a moment, but he didn't refute. Without saying a word, he began to dig the ice without any complaints, and opened the hole to a distance that people could pass through.

"Am I a little too whimsical?" Aya asked, and then denied it in a self-talking manner, "According to the Guinness Book of Records, the limit time for a person wrapped in ice is five to 10 minutes, besides, Even an untrained average person can tolerate the cold for about 15 minutes."

"Lilian, your clothes are not waterproof, what will you do when you come back?"

"Yes, this is a question I need to solve." Aya said so.

"But even so, you will still go, right?" He stretched out his hand and stretched his brows for her.

"The water temperature is around zero, which is within the tolerance of the human body. The only bad thing is that I need to solve the problem of clothes. Fortunately, I brought spare clothes and towels..." Aya calmly began to think back Eliminate all the favorable factors and eliminate the unfavorable points one by one, so that you can let yourself forget all the consequences for a short time, although this sounds a bit self-deceiving.

First she unbuttoned her coat, then her shoes, then her socks.

Stepping on the ice with bare feet, Aya felt that she had lost consciousness.She sat down quickly and put her legs in the water before feeling better.

Immediately afterwards, Aya began to try to get into the water until half of her body began to be submerged in the water.She handed the coat to Gogol.

The water covered the body, and then the head.

She began to swim in the water like a mermaid.

The ice outside is a bit thick.

Gogol was serious and cleaned up the ice, only to find her figure.

Through the ice, he saw her reflection, faintly, reflected on the broken ice, like a ghost of snow, wandering silently in the mirror of snow.There is no sky, but it is like the shadow of white clouds, meeting again in the water with the ice-blue snow.

With his chin propped up and staring at him, Gogol began to be in a daze, and a spontaneous envy began to sweep over him.

Uncontrollably, he began to recall silent scenes of the time they met.

Holding Aya's down jacket in his arms, he began to put snow in his hat in an inexplicable anger.

He pretended more and more, and then, as if he suddenly came to his senses, he shook off a hat of snow in a panic.

A stream of water just splashed on him.

It's Aya.

She was only a head up, completely soaked, her hair sticking wet to her face.

"Hi."

She greeted Gogol with water, then waved her hand in front of Gogol, "Aren't you coming down? Nikolai. I thought you would."

Gogol squatted halfway, he threw the down jacket aside, and poked Aya's cheek curiously.

Ling propped up her upper body without waiting for his answer.With a sudden force, he was dragged to the water world.

Both were drenched.

Gogol was also speechless, and he had no chance to attack.

But he didn't have an oxygen tank or diving equipment, so he could only stay for a few minutes at most.Besides, he was pulled down so suddenly that he didn't even have a chance to breathe oxygen.

Aya grabbed him comfortably and blew bubbles at him.

Opening his eyes, Gogol saw the ice-blue world.

To him, those vague scenes are just something he doesn't know, and he stepped into his world like this, in a surprising way.

There are no living things, only sporadic fish swim by in the upper layer of sea water.

They are like tourists who have strayed in, without getting the slightest glimpse.The beautiful chords of light, through the combination of mirrors, interweave and reflect in the melody of the sea, as if this place has become the reflection of starlight, reflecting the shadows from ancient times to the present, tens of millions of years, and it is always the same.

Gogol blinked, he felt a little cold.

A few minutes later, Aya led him back to the surface.

She straightened Gogol's golden hair and saw him suddenly sneezed.

"I often have some inexplicable ideas that need to be practiced. Even if I am with you, I can't throw away these ideas and pretend to be reserved." Aya said, "I hope you won't blame me for wetting your clothes."

"How come?" Gogol stretched out his hand and touched his wet hair, feeling that his image was worrying.

He settled down and listened to his breathing.

In fact, he's a bit at a loss right now.I had no choice but to tiptoe, hoping to cover up my abnormal heartbeat.

As usual, he might express his surprise loudly, and then arrange a romantic performance, in order to make Aya express his heart in a dignified way.

Not now, he thought gloomily, now he looked so haggard.

Aya tilted her head to look at him.

"I'm about to freeze to death." Gogol said aggrievedly as he decided to sell himself badly first.

Aya hugged him weakly, with a strong comforting nature.

"I don't want to hear this," she said. "Just the two of us! Two! Nikolai, what are you going to say?"

"Then what do you want to hear?"

he asked intentionally.

"Listen to you saying you love me!" Ling poked his chest and said boldly.

Gogol immediately felt that his newly relieved brain began to freeze, and his mouth was parched, although his lips were already wet after soaking in the water just now.

"Yes, I love you." He blinked, his clear pupils shone brightly, and the memory of some images just now began to revive, and the images flickered and wandered and spread in his brain, like sweet Like a virus clutching his heart.

"I love you, Lillian. It's true. Because I can only be happy if you exist."

He felt it more than ever, and now, he was already walking outside, to a place farther than the sky that he yearned for deeply, instead of going back the same way, returning to the source of pain that he despised, a place that was more than Algal red depressions where the ground is still low.