Chapter 054 Missed

I'm Robinson, not the well-known chivalrous thief in the good night story. In fact, I haven't even read his story carefully - the name is just a code name, which is just my disguise.

If you want to live longer in this world, you always need to disguise and hide many things.

I was born in Russia and my real name is Ivanovich Ivanov. This ordinary name, which has been with me for 23 years, will soon rot and dissipate in the black soil with my body.

If there is a chance, I would like to go back to the lilac garden that night.

If there is a chance, I would like to say sorry to my dear.

It's a pity that there is no if in the world. If you do something wrong, you will be punished.

Self-destruction, self-exile, self-depravity... But why do you always heal the scar in your heart?

I was born in a small town in the far north, Oimiyakon, an ordinary Russian town. Welcome to play, but remember to keep warm, otherwise your nose will really freeze~~

In China, there is a huge difference between the north and the south. In winter in the north, as soon as you take off your clothes before going to bed, slowly change into pajamas and then slowly walk to the bed. If you are in high interest, you can twist your buttocks and stretch your legs according to the beat of the little apple. However, in winter in the south, as soon as you take off your clothes before going to bed, you immediately flip back for a week and a half, turn sideways for two weeks, change your pajamas into the air, and then bend your knees to the ground, and glide until you are Wo. This difference is the reason why there is no central heating... The coldest place in China must be the northeast. When everyone thinks that the northeast is very cold, Oimiacon of Oros is hehe.

Oimiakon is located in East Siberia, 800 kilometers northeast of Yakutsk. The upper reaches of the Indigilka River. The cold winter is one of the coldest places in the northern hemisphere and the coldest permanent settlement.

Here, the average temperature in January is minus 46 degrees, and the lowest temperature in history is minus 71 degrees. In the words of the local fighting nation:

At this time, you spit on the ground. Before you get to the ground, your saliva has frozen.

Every time you enter and leave the house, you will bring your own "swirly fairy gas" (cold air encounters heat liquefaction phenomenon), which completely forces you to upgrade your equipment.

The land here is permafrost, so residents' houses must be built on wooden stakes buried deep in the ground. The house must be at least 0.9 meters away from the ground, and cannot be built directly on the frozen soil. Otherwise, indoor hot gas will dissolve the frozen land foundation and collapse of houses.

The house here is not only particularly thick, but also has four or five floors of doors and windows to prevent outdoor cold air from invading. The water pipe is not buried in the ground, but spread on the ground, and a heating station is set up along the way to prevent the water in the pipe from freezing.

In an extremely cold environment, starting a car is the most difficult thing. Foreign cars cannot be started. Only Russian-made Ural SUVs can start under the heating of the flame of the blowout. Within the first few kilometers after the vehicle starts, you must drive carefully along a straight line, otherwise the tire is likely to fly out of the axle when turning.

At this time, outdoors, if there are no protective measures, your face may be frostbitten within a few seconds, or even blown by the wind. Breathing outdoors, people can hear the sound of themselves exhaling and turning into ice slag. When the fishermen of Oimiacon salvaged the fish from under the ice, it only took 20 seconds for the fish to turn into a popsicle by itself.

Seeing this place, are you ashamed to say it's cold? In this place, you are embarrassed to say hello to people if you don't wear long johns!

Robinson was born in this place. His father is a typical European, tall, calm and resolute, but despite the opposition of his family, he married a Jewish woman who fled from Germany during World War II and gave birth to a mixed-race child many years later - the most direct external manifestation is that the child is quite tall. Petite and exquisite."

In the school surrounded by the fighting nation, a petite and exquisite boy is naturally lonely and ungrouped. In memory, the most fun of childhood is that a person silently "plays Diablo" in a heated room.

Time passed slowly in peace, and until high school, Ivan gave the impression that he was a lonely little boy. Unlike his neighbor, Howski gave his first time to the pink girl standing on the street when he was in the second year of junior high school. Ivan was very shy and introd.

I still remember that it was a brilliant summer night. Ivan, who had been playing for a day after the final exam, walked aimlessly. On such a deep night, most of the residents of the town had fallen asleep, the streets were deserted, and many shops were closed.

As he walked, he came to a garden. The garden is private, but there is no fence. The flowers are fragrant, quiet and peaceful, and there is no one, only the dim yellow street lights shining alone. Several residential buildings not far away have not turned off their lights, and the warm lights inside are emitted through windows covered with window paper.

There was a simple bench next to a flower pool in front of him. He walked over and sat down gently. There was silence around him, and the bright moonlight sprinkled on him, casting a hazy shadow on the ground. Time seemed to stagnate and stopped in this garden this night.

A carnival night, lonely pedestrians, lonely souls.

Iwan sat on the bench, but his eyes were attracted by a figure.

In that window is a silhouette of a girl with a ponytail and standing by the window, leaving a side silhouette on the window paper.

At that moment, Ivan felt slightly distracted. The girl's silhouette, posture, and angle were suddenly imprinted into his heart. It seems to be a feeling that has been searched for a long time but has not been found. That feeling is very green, like a secret that a teenager dares not open, hidden in the bottom of his heart and can't say it.

He stared at the girl's silhouette for a long time, motionless, as if it were a statue in the garden. What does the girl look like behind the window paper? How old is she? What's her name?

Ewan suddenly wanted to know the girl behind the window paper and know everything about her. But at this time, the window darkened and the girl went to bed with the lights out.

Ivan stared at the window in the night and slowly withdrew his eyes. The short time just now seems to be as long as a century. He had an unprecedented feeling and became curious about a girl for the first time.

He has never had this feeling since he was a child, and no one has ever taught him this feeling.

Since then, Ivan has had a little secret - every night, he will come here to sit for a while, just for that back.

Some people, even if they just take a look, will remember it for many years. It is imprinted in the bottom of my heart and lingering.

Every night, we look at each other silently through the window and watch quietly... Finally, the innocent girl became the boy's girlfriend.

Although the two are not guessless, they are in love with each other.

There is no simpler happiness than this.

However, at the high school graduation party, the drunk girl inadvertently slept with a strange man, naked * lingering in the bedroom and sleeping all night. This scene was like a bomb, which fell on Ivan's heart and blew up the heart that was originally filled with sweetness.

After waking up, the girl also found that she had done something wrong and kept crying and begging Ivan for forgiveness. But Ivan, who was immersed in great self-reproach and regret, couldn't get out anyway.

"Why didn't you accompany her to the graduation party for the damn topic research?"

"Why didn't you come back by bus because of the suspension of the bus?"

"Why don't you listen to me and drink less?"

"Why..."

Regret and self-reproach gnawed Ivan's heart like a poisonous snake, and he fell into incomparable depression and hesitation.

He has always liked a sentence: for one person all his life.

And he did exactly what he did, but why is the reality always so cruel? Why does happiness always break with a touch like an eggshell?

unwillingness, anger, regret, despair, on a dark night, the brewed negative emotions completely destroyed Ivan's inner defense.

You can't allow others to occupy your own things... In this case, let's go to the embrace of death together.

I still remember that I pierced the girl's chest with a dagger. Her surprised, painful and unbelievable eyes watched the red blood flow out of the blood vessels, and the life flowed quickly. The beautiful and lovely girl like a lilac quickly withered and withered...

It was not until this moment that Ivan's reason finally returned and suddenly realized what he had done.

You killed your favorite girl with your own hands?! Why did you do such a stupid thing!!! Damn possessiveness and selfishness!

Some people don't know how to cherish it when they get it, and they always regret it after losing it.

......

It was a lilac night, with a cool breeze and quiet sound. A lonely teenager sat on a bench and looked up at the starry sky. The quiet girl sat in front of the window and read peacefully.

You look at the scenery on the bridge, the people watching the scenery look at you upstairs, the bright moon decorates your window, and you decorate other people's dreams - Broken Chapter.

......

The moment his head was blown open, Ivan saw the lilac garden, the girl running and laughing in the flowers in a trance.

"I moved forward quickly in the night, but I couldn't find you leaving."

"If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price."

"Finally, we can end this long journey..."

Robinson sighed gently:

"Are you all right, my Christina..."

(Some people, some things, miss the opportunity to make up for it. Cherish the people around you, cherish the people around you, when you are angry, think about the gentle companionship of the past, when you are indifferent, think about the joy of the past... Honey, if you are watching, can you show up? I don't want to be single anymore)