[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

Phichit's eight-handed trailer parked on a street outside the hotel, smoking.

"Do you really not need me to take you to the door?" Phichit sounded very regretful, "Are you sure?"

"It's fine here." Yuuri said, "I know the rest of the way." More importantly, he wanted to slowly sort out his confused thoughts while walking, so as not to say things that shouldn't be said in front of Victor.

Phichit looked disappointed.

"Perhaps I'd better go with you," he said sincerely, "to explain to Vic."

"..." It took Yuuri a lot of effort not to complain about "Vic". "Don't like him too much, okay?" he said, "When we get back to campus, he and I will just be teachers and students."

"Yeah, yeah," Phichit said, but blinked his left eye at Yuuri. "I get it, buddy. Wink."

"……I am serious."

"I'm serious too, wink, wink."

"Phichit!" Yuuri squeezed Phichit's face, all the facial features of that guy kept twitching in order to wink at Yuuri, which made people very upset, "I'm serious! The last thing I need right now is you Push me back!"

"Never, buddy, never." Phichit said, "wink."

"..." Yuuri despaired, he turned Phichit's face away. "Okay." He muttered, "I'm leaving." He reached out to unbuckle his seat belt, but Phichit suddenly said, "Wait a minute, I have something to say."

He sounded serious all of a sudden, which made Yuuri let go of his seat belt and turned to Phichit.

Phichit squeezed the manual transmission.

"This may not be a place for me to intervene," Phichit said, "but if it is possible, then you should fight for it at all costs. It's okay to lie, blackmail, rob, steal, as long as it's you, Okay, I'm on your side. As long as you can get happiness, I think you should do it, because you owe yourself such a chance."

"If Nikiforov wants to make it up to you, take it, if he wants to make it up this way, let him do it, because... you deserve the best, bro," Phichit said, and Yuuri blinked Blink, what's wrong? "You're the most genuine, upright person I know, whoever he is, you deserve it, and he's lucky to be with you. So there's nothing wrong with being selfish—just this once."

Yuuri didn't say a word for a long time, and the two of them sat quietly for 5 minutes, until an ice cream truck sang happy birthday, and two 13-year-old girls drove past them on bicycles, Phichit Suddenly awakened, he turned his head and sniffed loudly.

"What am I talking about." He said shyly, uncomfortably picking at the sticky sticker on the manual transmission, and stopped looking at Yuuri.Yuuri also lowered his head, and secretly wiped his wet eyes.The two good friends each let out a few pigeon-like coos from their throats.

"...you are such a baby." After a few more minutes, when the soreness in the nasal cavity gradually subsided, Phichit said.

"Both each other," Yuuri muttered, "I'm leaving." He said, unbuckled his seat belt, opened the car door, and when he put one foot on the solid asphalt, Phichit stopped over him.

"Hey Yuuri," he said, "...take care, okay?"

"I will," Yuuri said, suddenly remembering another thing, he retracted his right leg, and returned to the car.

"One last thing, uh...do you have Lee Seung Gil's number in your phone?"

Katsuki Yuuri walked slowly into the courtyard of the hotel, and was slightly surprised to find that the person he was looking for was sitting on a bench in the courtyard.On the seat next to him was a greasy paper tray and a paper bag from the supermarket, and Victor was bowing his head, breaking donuts into pieces and throwing them to the pigeons beside him—these little snow-white creatures were like believers. Surrounded him in the middle, making cooing sounds reverently.Victor said nothing, his bangs hanging down over his face.

This made Yuuri forget what he was going to say for a moment, and he stood there, hesitating whether he should go forward-whenever Victor was alone, he always seemed very distant.

Just then, Viktor looked up, and he saw Yuuri—that blank, calm face slowly stained with a smile.

"Yuuri!" he said, beckoning, and the pigeons flapped their wings in shock, but Viktor tossed the last handful of bread crumbs, which sent them back to hell again. "Come here," Viktor said, and Yuuri hesitated for a moment before walking up and sitting next to Viktor.The pigeons disturbed by him flapped their wings impatiently, but he didn't care.

Viktor is wearing his sweatshirt like a big hand warmer on this humid morning, and as soon as Yuuri sits next to him, he can feel the constant warmth radiating from him, and Yuuri can't help it Sit closer.

The sun shone through his silver hair, maybe the dew evaporated to form a mist, and Yuuri's vision of Viktor's silhouette was shrouded in an indistinct mist.He watched the two pigeons snatch a piece of bread crumbs, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Did you sleep well last night?" he asks, not mentioning Yuuri's departure as if it never happened.Yuuri hesitated.

"Not bad," he said. "A dream—but generally okay."

Victor glanced at him, then turned his eyes back to the pigeon.

"Well," he said, "that's good."

They just sat there in silence for a while, and Victor said again, "I bought you snacks and mineral water—to have on the way back." Yuuri's heart skipped a beat.He looked at Victor's side face, and seemed to realize what the problem was in his heart, but he was obtusely ignored.

"...Okay." He said, "We don't have to go hungry at last." He said, reaching for the paper bag voluntarily in his arms, flipping it, there were bubble gum, beef jerky, cornflakes, and even a A line of blueberry jelly, and a box of strawberry milk thrown in, was Yuuri's favorite spring outing outfit when he was six.He looked up, wanting to say a few joking one-liners, but when he met Victor's eyes, he suddenly couldn't say anything.

The Russian's eyes sparkled like the two brightest Christmas tree stars falling into the pupils, and he looked surprised and delighted.Viktor's expression catches Yuuri's attention, and before he knows it, he's already grinning.

"'We'?" Victor repeated, "You mean..." He cut off the sentence carefully.

"Of course." Yuuri said, "Don't we have an appointment first." The light in Viktor's eyes dimmed.

"Oh." He said, forced a smile, "That's right. I almost forgot." After he finished speaking, he turned his attention back to the pigeon again.

Yuuri watched him, and suddenly, a new, bold idea popped into his mind.

"I'll keep my promise," he said courageously. "I'll stay with you until you find her—but you promise me one thing—another thing."

Victor smiled wryly. "I don't know if I'll still be able to do it, Yuuri," he said. "I still owe you one more thing."

Yuuri tried to ignore the bitterness in his words.

"I will never run away again, as long as you promise me," he took a deep breath, "you won't be on drugs to fall asleep again. If you can't sleep - you can wake me up and we can talk... if you Promise me, I promise not to run away again."

Victor turned his face sideways and stared at him for a moment, with a strange expression on his face, as if enduring some kind of impulse, a piece of cheek flesh next to the corner of his mouth twitched twice, and finally, when the impulse was completely suppressed by him, he returned From the bottom of his heart, he lowered his head and said, "Anything, Yuuri, I will listen to you."

This sentence made people cry more than any sentence Victor said to Yuuri before. For a moment, Phichit's voice rang in his mind: "There is nothing wrong with being selfish." It urges, "Just this one time." But he looks at Victor and sees that his refusal is stronger than ever: Victor is already too persistent, and he needs help.Maybe he didn't realize it himself.But Yuuri knows now, and he can't sit idly by - thanks to Phichit, he now has a plan looming in his mind.

step by step.He said to Victor in his mind, I will help you - everything will be fine.

If it's the last thing I can do for Victor, that's fine too.