I'm Robinson, not the well-known thief of Goodnight stories, and in fact, I haven't even read his story carefully - the name is just a code name, it's just a disguise for me.

If you want to live in this world for a long time, you always need to disguise and hide a lot of things.

I was born in Russia and my real name is "Ivan Ivanovich Ivanov". This common name, which has been with me for twenty-three years, will soon rot and dissipate in the black dirt along with my corpse.

If I had the chance, I would like to go back to the lilac garden that summer, that night.

If I have the chance, I would like to say sorry to my dear her.

It's a pity that there are no ifs in the world, and if you do something wrong, you must be punished.

Self-destruction, self-exile, self-depravity, but why can't you always heal that scar in your heart?

I was born in a small town in the far north, Oymyakon, an ordinary Russian town. Everyone is welcome to play, but you must remember to keep warm from the cold, otherwise you will really freeze your nose~~

In China, there is a huge difference between the North and the South. In the winter of the north, as soon as the bedtime clothes are taken off, the pajamas are slowly changed into pajamas and then slowly paced to the bed, and the good mood can also follow the beat of the little apple to twist the buttocks and stretch the legs, but in the winter in the south, as soon as the bedtime clothes are taken off, they immediately toss backwards for a week and a half, turn sideways for two weeks in the air, change into pajamas and then bend their knees to the ground, and glide to the bed with great strides. 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 Great Northeast is very cold, Oymyakon of Ooros is hehe.

Oymyakon is located in Eastern Siberia, 800 km northeast of Yakutsk. Upper reaches of the Indijirka River. Winters are bitterly cold, making it one of the coldest places in the Northern Hemisphere and the coldest permanent settlement.

Here, the average temperature in January is minus 46 degrees Celsius, with an all-time low of minus 71 degrees. In the words of the local fighting peoples:

At this time, you spit on the ground, and before you reach the ground, your saliva is already frozen.

Every time you enter and leave the house, you will have your own "curling fairy qi" (the phenomenon of liquefaction of cold air when it meets heat), which is completely forcing you to upgrade the rhythm of your equipment.

The land here is permafrost, so the residents' houses must be built on wooden piles buried deep in the ground, and the houses must be at least 0.9 meters apart from the ground, and cannot be built directly on the frozen soil, otherwise the indoor heat will dissolve the frozen ground foundation and cause the house to collapse and other phenomena.

Not only are the houses here particularly thick, but the doors and windows are four or five layers old to prevent the cold from entering. The water pipes are not buried in the ground, but are laid on the ground, and heating stations are set up along the way to prevent the water inside the pipes from freezing.

Starting a car in extremely cold conditions is the most difficult thing to do, foreign cars cannot be started, only Russian-made Ural off-road vehicles are able to start when heated by blowtorch flames. During the first few kilometers after the vehicle is started, it is important to drive carefully in a straight line, otherwise the tires are likely to fly off the axle when turning.

Outdoors at this time, if there is no protection, the face may be frostbitten or even blown by the wind within a few seconds. Breathing outside, people can hear the sound of their own exhalation turning into ice slag. When the fishermen of Oymyakon catch the fish from under the ice, it takes only 20 seconds for the fish to turn into popsicles on its own.

When you see this place, are you embarrassed to say it's cold? In this place, if you don't wear autumn pants, you are embarrassed to say hello!

Robinson was born in this area, his father was a typical Europa, 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 appearance of the child is that the child's height is quite "petite and exquisite".

In a school surrounded by fighting nations, a petite and delicate boy is naturally withdrawn and unsociable. In my memory, the most fun of childhood is a person silently "playing Diablo" in a heated room.

Time passed slowly in peace, and until high school, Ivan gave the impression of a withdrawn little boy. Unlike his neighbors, Hofsky handed over the first time to the Pink Girl standing on the street when he was in the second year of junior high school, and Ivan was shy and reserved.

I still remember that it was a starry summer night, and Ivan, who had been playing crazy for a day after the final exams, walked aimlessly, and in such a late night, most of the residents of the town had already slept, the streets were deserted, and many shops were closed.

As he walked, he came to a garden. The garden was private, but unfenced, and it was quiet and peaceful, with no one but dim street lamps. The lights of several residential buildings not far away have not yet been turned off, and the warm lights inside are shining through the covered windows.

There was a simple bench beside a flowerpond in front of him, and he walked over and sat down gently. There was silence all around, and the bright moonlight shone on him, casting a hazy shadow on the ground. Time seems to stand still, stopping in this garden on this night.

Carnival nights, lonely pedestrians, lonely souls.

Ivan sat on the bench, but his gaze was drawn to a figure.

Inside that window, there was a silhouette of a young girl, standing by the window with her head bowed in a ponytail, leaving a silhouette of the side on the window paper.

At that moment, Ivan had a slight feeling of distraction, and the silhouette of the girl, that posture, and that angle were suddenly imprinted into his heart. It seems to be a feeling that has been looking for a long time, but has never been found, and that feeling is very green, like a secret that a teenager does not dare to speak, hidden in the bottom of his heart, unable to speak.

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

Ivan suddenly wanted to get to know the girl behind the window paper, to understand her Yiqiē. But then the window went dark, and the girl went to sleep with the lights out.

Ivan stared at the window in the night, slowly withdrawing his gaze. That short period of time just now seems like a century is as long. He had a feeling that he had never felt before, and for the first time he became curious about a girl.

Growing up, he had never felt this way, and no one had ever taught him this.

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

Some people, even if they just look at it, remember it for years. Imprinted in the bottom of my heart, lingering.

Every night through the window silently looking at each other, quietly watching, finally, the innocent girl became the boy's girlfriend.

Although it is not a little unguessed, but the two are happy.

There is no greater happiness than simple happiness.

However, at the graduation party of high school, the drunk girl inadvertently slept with a strange man, and the naked/naked carcass lingered in the bedroom, and the night was full of flutes. This scene was like a bomb that fell on Ivan's heart, and the heart that was originally filled with sweetness was blown to pieces.

When she woke up, the girl also realized what she had done wrong, and kept crying and begging Ivan for forgiveness. But Ivan, who fell into great self-blame and remorse in his heart, couldn't get out anyway.

"Why didn't I accompany her to the graduation party for the sake of damn research?!"

"Why didn't I take the bus back because the bus was suspended?!"

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

"Why"

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

He has always liked the saying: for the rest of his life, only for one person.

And that's exactly what he did, but why is the reality always so cruel? Why does happiness always crumble like an eggshell?

Unwillingness, anger, remorse, and despair, in a dark night, the brewing and fermenting negative feelings completely destroyed Ivan's inner defense.

If you can't allow others to encroach on your own things, then let's go to the arms of death together.

I still remember plunging a dagger into the girl's chest, her eyes of surprise, pain, and disbelief as she watched the red blood gurgling out of her veins, her life passing quickly, and the girl as beautiful and lovely as a lilac quickly withered and withered

It wasn't until this moment that Ivan's sanity finally returned, and he suddenly realized what he had done.

I actually killed the girl I love the most with my own hands?! Why would you do such a stupid thing!! Damn possessive, selfish!

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

It was a lilac-colored night, and the cool breeze was quiet. A lonely teenager sits on a bench and looks up at the starry sky. The quiet girl sat in front of the window, reading peacefully.

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

The moment his head was blown open, Ivan suddenly saw the lilac garden again, the girl running and laughing among the flowers.

"I hurried through the night, but I couldn't find your departed."

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

"It's finally time to end this long journey."

Robinson sighed softly:

"Are you alright, my Christina?"

(Some people, some things, miss the opportunity that will never be remedied.) Cherish the present, cherish the people around you, when you are angry, think about the gentle companionship you once had, when you are indifferent, think about the happy and cheerful wife of the past, if you are watching, can you appear? I don't want to be single anymore)