[Yuri on Ice] Everything from the sea

Although they both felt that they could start a happy one-day trip to Osaka, no, when it was a half-day trip, their good mood was interrupted-when the two happily walked out of the gym with a map that the front desk was coming to At the gate, four guys in suits got out of a white van and blocked their way.

"You are Mr. Victor Nikiforov, right? I am Keiji Yamaguchi from the advertising department of Combat Blood Kendo Supplies Company." The visitor respectfully handed over a business card to Victor.Yuuri saw that the man next to him was still carrying a large bag and a video recorder on his shoulder, "I heard from Mr. Fujiwara that you agreed to appear in our commercial—" "No, I don't have time now, I have very important Things to do." Victor turned his head to look at Yuuri, and then continued to the man, "Can you change the time?"

"That...Mr. Nikiforov...Wait, this is?" Yamaguchi looked at Yuuri, then at Viktor, and suddenly said excitedly, "If you don't mind, let's go together? Actually, I I always thought it would be okay to make a special topic, for example, how Victor Nikiforov and his fellow disciples established friendship..."

"No." Victor put down his hand on his forehead, "Don't pat him, absolutely not!"

But Yamaguchi looked around at them again, obviously getting more excited. "Sir, excuse me, may I ask what is the relationship between this boy and you..." "Okay!" Vic raised his hands in surrender, "Okay! Let's go, gentlemen! Yuuri," he said Turning to the boy next to him guiltily, "I'm sorry. You should go to Mr. Fujiwara today."

Yuuri nodded and turned around.He's upset, but he thinks of how radiant Victor must have looked in the photo in the ad - and he grinned again.

This is a lively street.It is paved with good stone slabs, and the glass doors of the shops reflect the bright goods inside.The well-dressed young people walked arm in arm talking and laughing on the road, and foreign cars flashed on the driveway from time to time.A bus stop sign says "Dotonbori".

But there is a shop that is not like its neighbors. It is almost impossible to read what is written on its old plaque. The white wooden door is still painted, and yellow square bricks are exposed at the missing corner of the door frame.The afternoon sun shines into the entrance, and an old man sits behind the counter and dozes off, his reading glasses tilted on the newspaper in front of him.A hurried and familiar footsteps came in, he raised his head while holding his glasses, looked at the tall Russian man, and said helplessly: "You are here again this year, Joseph—whatever your name is, I still come to see you today Are you staring at the phone in a daze? Or come to smoke and stare at the phone in a daze?" He reached into the counter and groped among the messy pile of cigarettes and matches.

"No, I'm going to make a call today. You can make overseas calls here, right?" Victor looked at the row of phones inside, and there were two young people sitting on the phone in two compartments.

"Yeah. How many minutes do you want to call?" The old man regained his energy and accidentally discovered that the foreigner was still wearing pomade and wearing a black suit. "Do you need me to get you a list of international area codes?"

"No. Also, I'm booking out today." Victor took out his wallet under the other's surprised gaze, took out a few large bills and threw them on the counter.He then yelled at the two young men behind him, "Hey lads, please get out!"

Under the old man's hard work (with a satisfied smile on his face), the two young men hung up the phone in a panic and ran out. He turned around and went to the back room to make a cup of hot tea for Victor and put it on the Sitting on the small table in front of the latter in a cubicle, he quietly sat back at his own counter.

Victor sat in this cubicle, staring at the iron gray phone on the table.He smoothed out the creases in his cuffs—the company's braces were too tight in the ad just now.Then he picked up the microphone, silently recited the number he had finally remembered, and inserted his finger into the dial for a few turns.

There was a long wait for the phone to connect, and then a lazy, befuddled murmur on the other end. "Hello, Chris?" Victor grabbed the microphone, "It's me."

There was a loud sound of a heavy object falling to the ground from the other end of the microphone, and then it seemed that the microphone was dropped on the table and there was a messy noise-a few seconds later, the voice in the microphone sounded again, "Oh my God, I told Johnson not to leave the phone on the nightstand, I'd be thrown to my death - Victor? You finally showed up! You bastard! So you're back in your old Japan, huh? Finally remembered Give your old friend peace?"

"...I've only known you for three and a half years. I'm obliged to tell you where I'm going?" Victor said, "Listen, I don't have time to chat with you. What are you doing? Can you talk to me? An hour or something?"

"Of course I was writing that goddamn dissertation, and I'm telling you, I wanted to shove my shoe sole in that old dude's mouth, and he reported me to the strip club to the school!" "Chris... if you No time—" "Wait, wait a minute, okay, okay, can I listen?" The person at the other end seemed to say angrily, "Tell me, my senior, what difficulties did you encounter?"

Victor hesitated for a few seconds.So Chris yelled impatiently, "Oh, tell me, you will think of me at this time too, tell me, did that little girl named Anfisa dump you?"

"...No, besides, I escaped from marriage."

There was a curse on the other end of the phone, and Victor moved the receiver away from his ear. "You bastard, you're getting married? You're getting married! Why didn't I get an invitation? You—" "Chris, I'd better call next time—" "Okay , ok." There was an exaggerated swallowing sound from the receiver, as if Chris had taken a big gulp of something, and his voice became serious, reminding Victor of the way he was wearing a shirt and trousers for a research report, "said Well, what's the matter?"

"I fell in love with someone. No, I've always liked him." Victor said thoughtfully, "But I need your help now, because I don't know who to turn to here, and I really don't know what is the most correct way to do it." of......"

"Well... so you like the friends you grew up with when you were young, but you don't know how to confess?" After 2 minutes, Chris probably understood the ins and outs, "No, you just now It's 'he', you like a guy?"

Victor was silent.But he also felt that the other party was silent for a few seconds. "No, so it's the one you said, 'he'?" Chris confirmed, "No wonder you were like those saints in the communist group in school, looking at a string of Japanese phone calls The number is in a daze." "Don't ask me when I fell in love with him, I don't know myself." Victor seemed to know what he was going to ask, "You know I said that I was very ignorant of feelings when I was a teenager, probably when I was 18 years old. Suddenly I had a new understanding of his feelings. You know Chris, I always treated him like a brother, even a son, and I was very protective of him, until one day I felt that something was wrong with me-why did I Always like to see him? Even want to stay by his side forever, even always want to hug him or something-I found that friendship has changed from a moment to a lover's like."

"Oh, please forgive me." Chris said, "Is he a beautiful boy? From what you have said, I only know that he is a stupid and simple little boy, who even wants nothing. , the wish is simple, nothing special! Just such a boy who made our Viktor Nikiforov reject all the dates of beautiful girls, and then made such a solemn long-distance call to discuss some decisions with me when I was writing a thesis, as if to accept We’re going to blow up Moscow Square when we come down——” “No, he’s not that simple.” Victor interrupted loudly in displeasure, which made the boss in front of the counter look back at him, then turned his gaze back to the newspaper, Ignore the strings of English that you don't understand.

"Perhaps his appearance can only be described as handsome in people's eyes. When he was a child, he even gave people the illusion of cowardice." Victor's eyes fixed on the wood grains on the telephone table, "He has always been very polite and harmless to humans and animals. Maybe that’s how he looks ordinary. However, he has never stopped surprising me. Can you feel that feeling? It’s when you thought you raised a docile little rabbit or something, and suddenly One day it showed its beautiful fangs and turned into a lion cub, and then one day you found that he grew a majestic mane, and he turned into a horse again. Have you never seen him wielding a bamboo sword seriously? look, that really makes him feel like—”

"King of the jungle?" Chris guessed.

"...A flower is more appropriate. Can you watch less videos? It won't help your thesis." Victor said with a sigh.

"Go on, I'm in the show now." Chris replied a little excitedly, "The story of the handsome Prince Bruce and his childhood sweetheart, oh, this is good, I can help you tell the acting department , they might help you out at the New Year's Eve party."

"...I mean, he's not as simple as he comes across. There's something about him that attracts me, and of course I like everything about him, his tenderness, his kindness—but it's just In addition, I always feel that he will become better and better, which is why I take him out for training. I am looking forward to what he can become in the end. But he has been changing, since I came back From the beginning of Japan, he is still changing, he dares to resist me, he has more ideas of his own, and even insists on one idea and is as stubborn as a donkey... Although he was very stubborn when he was young, it does not hinder anything , it just made him more attractive to me - I found I couldn't help it, I wanted him to know that I liked him, not my friends - you know what Chris? I wanted to be with him, like Like lovers, together."

"Just keep it simple and say you're in love with him," Chris concluded over the phone.

"No, he is Japanese, and the word love is rarely spoken in Japanese. The way they get along with lovers is to say 'like'."

"Well, you 'like' him. You've communicated this to me since 10 minutes ago." Chris emphasized the word "like." Tell him. What's the problem? You're the handsome, elegant, incomparable Victor, and you just tell him? Or use your beautiful diaries—love letters, I should say—"

"..." Victor began to feel that it was a waste of time to make this call, "We are all men. I am a Russian who grew up with a traditional, even militaristic education, and he is a traditional Japanese oh god you know how traditional he is, he used to sit at the shrine for an hour looking at Yakov's photo - he told me he was showing respect...you bum, although I think he too Has a little crush on me, but he's going to scare me off, he's emotionally slow, and the thing I can't stand is him leaving me."

"Then sleep him!" Chris said a little irritably, "turn raw rice into cooked rice, make him your person, and then you will subtly influence him and let him join your world, just like you win over the school Convince him like those football players in the school entered your student union! He is very traditional, right? So he cares about his first night, right?"

"Already fell asleep." Victor began to stroke his forehead again, "I didn't make it to the end, but he was sober after drinking at that time, and he didn't remember that. I couldn't force him to sleep when he was sober." Come on, or just say, ah, the night is long, why don't we have a shot?"

"He doesn't remember... he's really slow." Victor could imagine Chris shaking his head on the phone, "Well... then did you do something to show your affection? Like—you and Ann Like Fisa?"

"I have never done anything with Anfisa." Victor said bitterly, "I just expressed guilt for her pursuit, so I gave her a gift. And," he thought of the pile of hills on his bed, "I I tried it, I know his preferences since he was a child, I bought him all (not including the color of the sportswear, he added in his heart), it can be regarded as a kind of temptation, but he didn’t express anything, even expressed It was very annoying. So I didn't know what to do next, and if he could show some happiness, maybe I could move on to something."

Chris was uncommonly silent.Victor gave him plenty of time to think, "I see, brother." Then he heard Chris say slowly and solemnly, "You said you were on good terms, but you kept giving him a hint, a friend's hint, Understand? He always thinks that your kindness to him is what a friend should take for granted. He is grateful and even likes having a good friend like you. A good friend understands? You should give him a new hint, a hint different from friendship , implying that you want to be his lover, his husband—or that you are his wife?"

Victor almost wanted to drop the phone—he knocked the receiver on the table hard, and Chris screamed through the receiver as he wished, "Oh my ears! You bastard—"

Victor put the microphone on his ear again in satisfaction, "Okay, to be specific, what should I do? How can I specifically send out this kind of hint to him who is also a man?"