[Yuri on Ice] Everything from the sea

"The war is over! The war is over!" The man in a white bathrobe and clogs shouted as he ran down the street beating a gong, and as he shouted, the rough murmurs of many warriors gradually grew louder, " The Tsar has withdrawn! The Tsar has withdrawn—our Emperor has triumphed—!”

Many women with thick 'knots' tied behind their backs holding their children pushed open the door and poked their heads out. The old blacksmith smoked a cigarette bag, untied the cloth band that tied his hair behind his head and threw it into the fire, and the peddlers stopped. The disheveled samurai who had stepped down and snored on the ground was groping for the armor he didn't know where to throw it. The battle-mainly the naval battle between the Japanese Navy and the Tsarist Russian Pacific Fleet, finally ended in Japan's tragic victory.This war, in which Emperor Meiji himself sat in the town, swept across the whole country, including this small feudal town in Kyushu—Hasezu, which has been an independent feudal clan since the shogunate period. When the era of the shogunate gradually faded away, it had to adapt. The new situation abolished the independent system and returned the rights to the emperor like all other countless towns, but many things and people from that era still remained, such as old buildings, kimonos full of ancient aristocratic atmosphere, Another example is the Katsuki family of a feudal lord. Although they no longer have the privileges and power of the previous era, they still exist as the core leadership of a town. "Master" is still "Master", and "Master" is still called "Master" by many people. Young Master", many servants have not left yet, and most of them still have their hair tied up—many people are unwilling to go to the so-called new era, so they stubbornly follow everything in their hearts and old thoughts.

After the victorious war, I can finally live a stable life.Everyone was very happy after leaving the days when they had to salute strong men and met samurai on the street. The whole town was filled with a warm atmosphere that had not been seen for a long time, but at this time in the so-called lord's house, it was not peaceful. Come on.

Cherry blossom trees and kapok are planted in the wide courtyard, solid stone houses are scattered in an orderly manner, with black tile roofs, white blue stone brick walls, carp streamers floating on the railings of wooden corridors, and many wooden doors. Wisteria flowers are planted, and the deer (bamboo water adding utensils) in the pond in the yard are dripping with water. Everything is so harmonious, except for the 12-year-old son of the Katsuki family, who is wearing a light blue print and has long hair. , a little boy with a Japanese-style ponytail, he was crying and pulling his father's clothes, talking reluctantly, while peeking from time to time at the strange foreigner half lying on the stone road in the yard and leaning against him Elderly companions together—they were surrounded by a group of servants, some of them held knives and bamboo swords, and looked warily at the object of the crowd, that is, the 12-year-old Katsuki Yuuri kept arguing to stay " thing".

"Yuuri! You shouldn't have kept them, look, they're so dirty!" Mari was wearing the "twelve sheets" that she forced her servants to drag on the floor, which looked like rags. The princess, the most handsome guard in the mansion, was forced to kneel in front of her and pretend to be the most admiring retainer, "Throw them back into the sea! It smells like fish!"

"Master, I think Miss is right," a servant holding a bamboo sword tentatively said to Yufu Katsuyuki, "When the fishermen encountered them this morning, they really thought they were two corpses, probably It took me a long time to float on the board before I finally reached our seaside! Maybe it’s the Tsar’s spies!”

"Yes, it looks like a Russian soldier, look at the clothes, look at the hair, ouch, it's scary!" a woman said, covering her mouth.

Yuu Katsuki hesitated.Although the young one is still alive, the old one doesn't seem to be doing well. Although I don't believe it's a Russian spy or something, the most I can do is to help them and let them leave. It's okay to just leave two foreigners. The reason—except for those stubborn little hands that were tightly grasping the hem of his clothes.

Katsuki Yuuri ignored people's whispers, he looked anxiously at the two of them from time to time - mainly at the young one, he was so good looking.He was dressed in the same attire as the old man who fell on the ground, and he was wearing a khaki army coat commonly used in Russian military. It was really strange why he didn't throw it away after it was soaked in water. Inside was a common military green military uniform of the Russian army, with a wide black belt It is tightly strung on his thin waist, and the military badge is embroidered on the chest-obviously, the old man's military badge is more complicated and beautiful than his.He was even wearing a military cap, with long white hair running from behind his ears into the back of his greatcoat, bangs sticking out of the wet brim against his damp skin.There are a pair of bright and sharp blue eyes on a face that is so white that it is almost transparent, blue like a gem Yuuri saw in a picture book, a straight nose, and pursed, bloodless lips trembling.His expression was very calm, he obviously couldn't understand what was being said around him, he just looked back and forth at the surrounding houses, trees, and the man who stopped them when he was about to drag them out and throw them away after reporting to the boss here Their little boy, that small, short and handsome little boy, seemed to be begging his father stubbornly for something, and then cast a look of concern and sympathy at himself, which contained a lot of curiosity and even a little admiration. Feel.He thought he was cute, so he smiled at him with difficulty pulling out the corners of his mouth.

For a moment, Katsuki Yuuri felt that the god he saw in the picture book had descended to earth.Although "Tian Shen" was in such a mess, he was drenched all over, smelled like salted fish, and still had fresh scars on his face.

At the end of the dispute, the head of the house finally agreed to temporarily put the two Russians in the barn in the yard and wait for them to be cured.

One night a week later, Katsuki Yuuri sneaked out of the bed, put on his pajamas and coat, without clogs, walked through the corridor with his feet, sneaked to the kitchen, and took him out of a small bamboo basket. The plum rice ball that was secretly hidden for dinner, carefully held in his arms, opened the paper door and ran to the yard, towards the warehouse with the door tightly closed.The guard in the corner of the courtyard snored, rubbed the handle of the knife at his waist, and turned over.

Yuuri quietly opened the black wooden door, and looked into the dim barn through a small gap.The moonlight from a small window shines on two simple wooden beds, one with an old man lying on it, and the other empty.The young, thin figure sat on the head of the old man's bed, with his back to Yuuri.He changed the military uniform and military overcoat, but still stubbornly wore the white shirt that was next to his body, which had been warmed and dried by his body, and the dark blue trousers of the Katsuo family's servants, with the trouser legs loose.He seemed to be thinking about something with his head down, and his long white hair was scattered over his shoulders.But the sharp-eyed Yuuri suddenly noticed that there was a faint redness around his back and waist, which had been soaked and blurred in the moonlight.

Yuuri almost ran over to ask him, but then he heard the old man cock.The young man at the head of the bed turned his gaze to the old man's face like an electric shock.Yuuri saw the old man's lips move, and the young man bent down quickly, and asked softly in Russian, "How are you, Yakov?"

The old man gasped and seemed out of breath.He has not woken up since he was rescued, and has been in a drowsy coma. Occasionally, he instinctively covered his chest with his hands with difficulty, shaking violently.Just like this time, he grabbed the clothes in front of his chest with his hands, even if the inner lining had been changed to a dry one, his chest heaved violently as if he couldn't bear the pain.The white-haired young man held the hand on his chest anxiously, eager to hear his answer, however, he still did not open his eyes.Only this time, the hand that was held by someone returned to hold the pale, slender but strong hand as if knowing something, and said something with his lips squirming.Then, as suddenly as at the beginning, he fell silent, he did not move.

"вихча, выжить." (Vicha, live.)

The author has something to say: I have a manuscript on file. . .But only when someone sees me will I be motivated to write.