[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

Katsuki Yuuri sat in the passenger seat, holding the heavy loose-leaf book in his arms, he flipped through the pages awkwardly, and pushed his glasses from time to time.

The door on the driver's side opened, and Victor got in, holding several bottles of energy drinks in his hand, and he handed Yuuri one, who took it and placed it on his lap.

"Anything?" Victor asked.

"That depends on how you look at it," Yuuri said, "Lilia? No. But..." He took down a staff profile and showed it to Victor. "Look, Mickey." Michele Crispi on the photo Nuo has the same beard as Emil, long reddish-brown hair in a shawl, and a nose ring on his nose-a hippie just like him.Yuuri grinned.

"...everyone was young before." Victor said, he stroked his chin with great interest, Yuuri lowered his head and took out another employee profile, Emile Nicola in the photo looked exactly the same as yesterday— Weedy hair and beard and wandering eyes - his expression looks so funny that Victor can't help but laugh.

"Well, he hasn't aged at all." Victor commented blandly. "What's this, 'buddybeard'? I thought matching tattoos would be enough for people. Hey, how about we get one too?"

Yuuri grimaces, "Which one? Tattoos or beard?"

"Anything," Victor said, "just walk down the street and let everyone know we're in the same boat."

"What the hell, do you all talk like that on the road," Yuuri said, "No thanks." He looked down at the bearded Michele for a while, "Ugh." He shuddered, as if imagining The look of growing a beard.

"You're purely jealous," Viktor declares, "because you can't grow a beard." Yuuri took a deep breath—it's true, he had late puberty, and when he was 14, a lot of the boys around him started stealing. Got brother and dad's aftershave, only his chin stays smooth.He smirked at Victor, who took half of the employee files from his arms. "Let's go together," he said, "this is quicker."

But they miscalculated, because Victor kept commenting on the photos and bios of the employees, and said a lot of funny things on purpose, and even Yuuri couldn't say that it was all Victor's responsibility, because it was obvious that "Bobcat Dance Academy" was so cruel to hippies , stray junkies, and body art lovers are all the rage, with staff profiles featuring tattooed faces, pierced cheeks, and a dude wearing a leopard-print top with a cockroach in his crotch. Like a cross between a cat and a rabbit, if Victor could resist laughing at them, it wouldn't be him.

"Hey, look at this," Victor said, "the girls have enough chest hair... Ewwwwwww! This is Bob." He took the paper between two fingers and tossed it in the backseat, Yuuri lol laughing out loud.

"Wait a minute... I seem to have found something..." Yuuri suddenly said, "Look at this! Does this look like her?" He poked the information under Victor's nose, and Victor complained, "Ouch, I'm sorry Can't stop." He muttered, Victor rubbed his nose and glanced at the yellowed A4 paper - the name was Lily Bart, a woman with blond hair and high cheekbones looked at him coldly through the photo.

"Yes, that's her." Victor said, "Do you have an address?" He started the car.

"Are you sure?" Yuuri asked, "Lilia is black."

"Hair can be dyed," Victor said, "see those cheekbones that slice you into pieces? They can't fool you." But then he looked thoughtful, "but I Curious why she would go to a dance school to be an ordinary teacher, but then again," he shrugged, "she's always got weird ideas."

However, Yuuri was thinking in his heart, everyone is qualified to say that others "always have weird ideas", except Victor.How many times have Victor dragged him to catch fireflies in the middle of the night, ran to the pier a few kilometers away to see the rainbow in the rain, and kidnapped him from the dormitory to embark on a journey to find Lilia...

"Yuuri, you're in a daze." Victor reminded, "Where's the address?"

"117 Canter Lane, but wait a minute...it's useless because she left ten years ago, she went...let's see..." He raised his head with a complicated expression, "Uh, Victor? "

"what happened?"

"I think your reasoning is still right in the end." Yuuri replied, "She went to this...White Oak Town, is this just..."

Victor was silent for a while.

"That's right," he said, "our second destination." The atmosphere in the car instantly became quiet.After a while, Yuuri cleared his throat.

"Looks like we're going to have to go on eventually," he said, his throat tightening a bit, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or disappointed, "That is to say..."

"It means you have to bear with me for a while." Victor said, with no expression on his face. Is he happy or unhappy?Yuuri secretly speculated in his heart, and found that not only he couldn't see himself clearly, but he couldn't see Viktor's mind clearly, so he couldn't help feeling frustrated.Victor turned the steering wheel, and the car drove towards the exit of the town.He notices Yuuri's silence and interprets it as disappointment. "Oh, be happy." He comforted softly, "I have a hunch she's in White Oak, listening to music?" He turned on the stereo while speaking, and a Taylor Swift song flowed out, filling the entire car , Yuuri suddenly reached out his hand and closed it.He found a Bon Jovi song.Victor glanced at him.

"I'll choose the song." Yuuri said, he couldn't help feeling a little nervous like a drum, but Victor was only stunned for a short moment, and then he quickly reacted, and he smiled very happily.

"Listen to you," he said, "you're the boss."

He didn't say anything more, and accepted Bon Jovi graciously, which instead gave Yuuri a sense of unreality: he was used to putting himself in a submissive position, and suddenly asking him to ask for something from Victor was a big deal. It was a little... beyond his ability.But isn't that what Victor wants?Phichit was right, he wanted to make up for Yuuri, and since he refused to make up for it in vain, until Victor came up with another idea to destroy himself, he might as well just let him do something... something simple, just a little His wish could be fulfilled with his pampering, and in this way, Victor's conscience was at ease, and Yuuri was... also relieved.

But can you really be free?He knew very well in his heart that Victor never owed him anything, so which step should he "pay off"?

The car drove out of the urban area and gradually approached the border. Victor's brows suddenly frowned.

"There is a problem," he said, looking around, "there are police..."

Yuuri looked at the end of the road, and there was indeed a police car standing in the middle of the road, which was not a good sign.He remembered Sarah's words.

"Did you say they came looking for you?" he asked. "It seems that Gasper's report was accepted."

"..." Viktor obviously didn't expect such a sudden event, his eyes widened slightly, "Rush over?" He said with a smile, Yuuri wasn't sure if he was joking, so he just shook his head honestly Shake your head.

"No, don't... I'll drive," he said, "Go to the back seat and pretend to be motion sick." Victor grumbled complainingly, and seemed to still be obsessed with the idea of ​​rushing over.

"Too bad," he struggled to climb into the back seat of the car, clumsy due to his long hands and feet, Yuuri tried to hold back a smile, put a heavy coat over his head, and spilled a bottle of energy drink Everywhere, Victor groans in the backseat.

"Oh, the smell," he poked his face out of his coat, "like someone vomited."

"That's the effect we need," Yuuri replied, and Viktor lay down again angrily, cursing Gasper and the murderer, looking surprisingly childish.Yuuri looks at the hairy top of his head that's exposed and wants to touch it - just like Viktor always did to him, and he did, and Viktor lifts the clothes covering his face , shouted unconvinced.

"Hey!" he said.

"Sorry," Yuuri was startled, "I couldn't hold back."

"Be nice to me," Victor said, actually leaning over, "Would you like to rub?"

Not for the first time, Yuuri thinks he's like an oversized dog, fawning and wanting more tenderness, and Yuuri ignores him as always.

"No, sit down," he said, his face burning, and Victor shrugged.

"Okay, you are welcome to rub anytime." He blinked and covered his face with his coat again.Yuuri climbs into the driver's seat, flicks his bangs twice in the rearview mirror, trying to look more scruffy and childish than he already is, and he starts the car.

The car came to a stop again quickly, and a patrol officer motioned for them to stop, and stepped forward and knocked on Yuuri's window.

"What happened?" Yuuri lowered the window, trying to sound innocent and surprised, "What happened?"

The police officer gave him a serious look, and after seeing his appearance clearly, his serious vigilance decreased.

"Morning, boy," he said, sniffling, "uh...what the hell does this car smell like?"

"My dad threw up," Yuuri replied. "We drove all night to Grandpa's. Mom's there. We haven't heard from her in half a year." He wanted to look very innocent and sincere, and hoped the story would Enough to evoke sympathy -- teens and alcoholic dads stick together to save their runaway mom.Just remember...he told himself, thinking back to the way Victor opened his eyes and talking nonsense, don't avoid eye contact, he told himself that a person with no ghosts in his heart is not afraid of a little eye contact.

The officer took a step back and looked at him for a moment, moved by the bleak story, and glanced at the hooded, purposefully rude snoring Viktor in the backseat with displeasure in his eyes, when his eyes returned to Yuuri , and seemed full of pity.

"Have you had your breakfast, children?"

"Eat it," Yuuri replied, "at the Bly Artisan Bakery—" the package of the bagels bought in Phichit said, "bagels."

The officer nodded, and he patted the roof of the car. "Go, take care of yourself." He thought for a while and said, "Everything will be different when you are an adult. Hey Teddy! Move the roadblock and let this car pass."

"Thanks..." Yuuri said, unbelievable that he made it through like this, and as they drove past Officer Teddy, he heard him mutter, "That's it?"

"Use your brains, Teddy, use your minds," the officer who released the police said impatiently, "We're looking for a Slavic and Asian man in his mid-twenties, well-dressed and stylish—where's this boy and his drunken dad? Like them? The poor kid might just be in high school Teddy, can you fucking have some empathy?"

Yuuri suddenly felt grateful from the bottom of his heart for Phichit's kidnapping - without him, he wouldn't look so sloppy.

"But I still think you should check your documents..." Teddy muttered, "just in case."

"Come on, it's just another murderous delusion from Gas Perkins. Do you really think the murderer will pass through this town?"

The two officers in the rearview mirror were getting smaller and smaller, Yuuri breathed a sigh of relief, Viktor jerked his jacket back and sat up.He sniffed, obviously amused.

"Oh son," he said, rubbing the back of his head, "when we get to your grandpa's house, we have to have a good talk about your lying."