[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

In the following journey, no one brought up topics other than beef jerky and alphabet biscuits. Victor once suggested that they play a "twenty questions" game, but Yuuri rejected him because of the unpredictability of Victor's mind.

They drove tens of kilometers all the way in such a quiet way, and had lunch at a rest stop restaurant called "Highway Medical Examination". The steamed vegetables were not decent, and Victor's face turned green. In the end, the proprietress warmly recommended them each to have a glass of freshly squeezed carrot juice.

"It's not that I don't appreciate healthy eating," they said back in the car, and Victor sat in the driver's seat, rubbing his stomach, "It's not that it's not good for you to decide, but I think it's up to you what to eat in the future." Give me the old man, son."

Yuuri smirked at him—the carrot juice at the end made him sick too, and he ordered it purely to see Viktor embarrass—but he didn’t say it, actually, after getting used to Viktor throwing everything at him. After all the decisions on the trip were left to him, he found that he enjoyed it quite a bit—Yuuri decides what they eat, what songs they listen to, and which way they go. Felt—and this was kind of embarrassing—like being pampered by Victor.

Don't enjoy it too much.He said to himself sternly, you know where this road ends.But when Victor turns on the stereo and automatically finds a Bon Jovi song playing, he thinks, forget it...at least every second not listening to Swift and the Disney songstress is precious.

Another boring afternoon passed by them quickly, Yuuri found himself sleeping most of the time, which made him feel very guilty, he rubbed his eyes and yawned and sat up straight, Victor's coat fell on the legs.He sneaked a look at his coat, then at Victor, and found that the latter was concentrating on driving, the blood-red sunset lingered on his cheeks and arms on the side of the window, night had already fallen from the sky on Yuuri's side, He felt a little cold—this was by no means an excuse—he quietly picked up his coat and put it on himself again.

Victor kept his eyes on the road, but he closed his window.Yuuri buried his face in the collar of his coat, the scent of Victor's light sea-salt aftershave filling his nostrils, his face flushing in the dark.

Thanks.He muttered something under his breath, not sure if Victor heard it, and then his consciousness drifted again.

This time he slept straight until dinnertime.Victor brought out the sandwich and delivered it to him.This makes Yuuri feel both embarrassed and warm, and at this moment, Viktor pulls out a carrot milkshake from his takeout bag.

His gratitude evaporated in an instant.

At nine o'clock in the evening, it began to pour down rain, and the visibility on the road was less than five meters, so they decided to spend the night in the nearest motel.When getting out of the car, Viktor asked Yuuri to hold the duffel bag in his arms, and he himself held the faithful elk leather jacket over his head to protect the two of them from the rain. It rained heavily, and the last five meters Yuuri felt that he was almost The one who was held in Victor's arms walked by, the tall man held the back of his head, his nose pressed against Victor's collarbone, and the impact was sour, and the good smell of Victor's body penetrated directly into his head.When they got to the hotel counter, he turned on the light and saw that Viktor was soaked, even his hair was dripping with water, he caught Yuuri's gaze, and smiled at him, the beads of water fell from his eyelashes .

"It's so cold." He said with a smile, "Is it cold?" He wiped the rain off Yuuri's face with his cold fingers.Yuuri shivered, and he smiled apologetically, trying to take his hand away, but Yuuri grabbed it.He shook Victor's hands, trying to warm them up, not noticing the change in Victor's expression.He froze for a moment when he looked up again and noticed Viktor's darkened eyes.

"What's the matter?" he asked, his mind still confused by the heavy rain.Victor shook his head and took his hand away.This made Yuuri's hands in mid-air suddenly look a little embarrassed, he touched the tip of his nose, and coughed lightly.Just then, the owner of the hotel came out through the small door.

"Good evening." He said kindly, with a strong accent, "It's raining like hell, huh?" Victor smiled.

"A standard room, thank you."

"A double room?"

"A standard room." Victor emphasized.

"Are you sure it's not a twin room?" the shopkeeper asks, eyes darting back and forth between Yuuri and Victor, who looks a little embarrassed.

"Isn't the standard room also a double room?" Yuuri interjected, the chill began to creep into every crevice of his bones, Victor was the only source of heat around him, he couldn't help getting closer, the two shoulders touched got together.Victor glanced at him, reached out and rubbed his back.He whispered, "Yuuri, the double room is... a double bed."

"...Oh!" Yuuri yelled, suddenly feeling uncomfortable all over, he hugged his luggage and hid aside.Victor shook his head amusedly, and turned back to the counter.

"So..." said the boss, "a double room?"

"..."

In the end Victor still got the standard room he wanted, but when he left the counter, there were several free condoms stuffed in his shirt pocket.He came out and found Yuuri curled up on the small bench in the hallway, shivering from the cold, but when he saw him, he smiled maliciously.

"..." Victor walked over, pinched his face, and asked in a rough voice, "What are you laughing at?"

Yuuri shakes his head, actually it's hard for him to do anything else - his teeth are chattering coldly, and he's about to reveal his stuff when he opens his mouth.Victor pulled the luggage from his arms and held it in his hand, and the two went upstairs.

"217." Victor squinted his eyes and read the number on the key in the dim light of the corridor, "...here." He opened the door and walked in first. The first thing he did was to turn on the air conditioner, and then he turned his head , and found Yuuri still standing by the door.

"Why are you standing there?" he asked.

Yuuri doesn't know how to answer him—for a motel room, the standard room is pretty darn good!The wallpaper and floor are very clean, the bed sheets and quilts are all white, exuding a reassuring smell of disinfectant, the TV is covered with a dust jacket, and the tea table in front of the window is also spotless.For a tired, cold, half-soaked man, the house looked like heaven.

"Wow," Yuuri said, opening the toilet door and taking a look, "Wow! I live here."

"Don't make yourself too comfortable," Viktor reminded, "We have to wake up tomorrow..." He was about to say morning, but Yuuri managed to stop him from reading by throwing a big towel over his head . "What's wrong?" He pulled the towel off his head and laughed.

"You wash first." Yuuri said, "I'm the boss, I have the final say." Victor's whole body was drenched, as if he had just been fished out of a swimming pool, if he wasn't allowed to take a hot bath right away, Yuuri Think he might catch pneumonia tonight.Viktor had a bout of pneumonia as a kid, and that left an indelible impression on Yuuri—

Victor stared at him for a moment. "As much as I'd love to," he muttered, and began to take off his shirt as he walked to the bathroom, throwing the wet clothes all the way, and Yuuri bent over to pick them up after him, muttering "floor" and "germ" such words.The bathroom door closed in front of him, and soon there was the sound of splashing water, and Victor exclaimed: "Ouch, it's so cold!" He did it on purpose—the rainwater is much cooler than the bath water , did not see him frowning, Yuuri listened attentively to the movement in the bathroom, when he was sure that Victor would not open the bathroom door for a while, he rolled the wet clothes into a pile on the desk, and walked quickly to At the side of the luggage, I opened the zipper and rummaged through it.

He quickly found his target: a small yellow medicine bottle, filled with white oval tablets, a few less visible to the naked eye than when they met last time, Yuuri weighed it in his hand , went to the window and opened the window, and put it on the narrow window sill.Then he closed the window and drew the curtains.

After finishing all this, he tiptoed back to the center of the room, his heart beating so fast that it seemed to be going too fast.

Five minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and Victor came out naked with a hot damp, a towel around his waist, and a smile on his face.

"Yuuri!" he said happily, "I'm done washing—why are you sweating so much?"

"What sweat?" Yuuri said, trying to pretend not to understand, he escaped into the bathroom, avoiding Viktor's sight.Victor left with a puzzled look on his face: "Eh????? You didn't take a change of clothes..."

Oops.Yuuri Katsuki didn't realize he'd made a mistake until he was halfway through the wash: he'd forgotten to pick up a change of clothes.This meant that he would either put his wet clothes and underwear on again, or go out naked in a towel just like Victor.Just like that, the image of Victor automatically played in his mind: only a towel was draped around his waist, and tiny drops of water kept rolling down his firm upper body and slender legs... Oh my god, he hurried on I stopped myself in my mind, and felt a little nauseous at the same time.He forced himself to turn his thoughts in a different direction, only to find that it was always revolving around Victor, leaving him with nothing but self-defeating.

But wait a minute... He turned off the shower and listened to the movement in the room. It seemed to be the rustling of fabrics—could this be Victor looking for sleeping pills?He promised Yuuri, and it seemed like Yuuri shouldn't doubt Victor's promise, but he knew what it was like to be tormented by nightmares and insomnia, one thing during the day and another at night.Many times, people with insomnia would like to shoot themselves in the head, as long as they can get rid of the troubles of complicated thoughts.

Yuuri used to be familiar with this smell, for about a year after the car accident, he was very dependent on sleeping pills and painkillers, he was deeply obsessed with the momentary relief the drugs could bring, and at the same time he spurned himself when he was sober, until he The doctor told him solemnly that if he continued, he would be no different from a drug addict-this was a wake-up call for him, and it took him a lot of effort to completely get rid of the control of drugs until he went to college. Just officially tossed the little yellow vials in the trash: they gave him a false sense of security, the loss of dance and Victor's company left a huge rift in his life, the weightlessness of the drug was short-lived The ones that fill it, they make him impotent.Said someone who "been there" can't bear to see people repeat his mistakes well, he doesn't want that to happen to Victor: walking rehab and drug withdrawal are two of the hardest things he's ever done and they're exhausting It took all his perseverance to make it.

There was a knock on the bathroom door. "Yuuri?" Viktor's voice sounded outside the door, sounding hesitating, Yuuri waited patiently.

But Victor just kept silent.

"What's the matter?" Yuuri asks, unable to wait any longer, his doubts about Viktor driving him crazy.But Victor still didn't speak, nor did he leave.After a while, the water droplets on Yuuri's body began to evaporate, and he began to feel cold. At this moment, a long sigh came from outside the door, like a sigh of a dying person letting go of his last breath.

"Change and wash your clothes," Victor said, trying to hide something in his voice, "I'll let you open the door."

"...Okay," Yuuri replies, and it's not easy for him, either, "make Victor happy" is an instinctive response for him, he's never disobedient to Viktor in the past.

He took a towel from the shelf to dry off the water on his body, and pushed open the door of the bathroom - there was a chair by the door, and his change of clothes was neatly folded and placed there, quietly and calmly.He changed into fresh and clean clothes and walked out of the bathroom.

Victor is sitting on the bed half leaning and half leaning. He has already suffered from comfortable loose pajamas, and his two long legs are folded on the bed. He is reading the travel brochure printed by the state government on the bedside table.

"Did you know that five kilometers to the east, there is the largest private aquarium in the country?" Yuuri said as he approached, "'Want to watch an electric eel show, admire electric eel specimens, and interact with electric eels in multiple ways?' …Well, it's basically all electric eels. Want to check it out?" He looked over the booklet at Yuuri, who was brushing his hair and smiling silently at him.

"No, thanks," Yuuri replied, "I want to live a few more years."

"Hmm." Victor said, turning another page, "Hey!" He exclaimed as if he had discovered something, "here is the Pub from yesterday, apparently it is the owner of the only 720-degree surround sound system in the state"... ...How did you do it at 720 degrees..." He clicked his tongue, turned another page, indulged in the inspection of tourist attractions, and didn't mention Yuuri's little tricks, as if he didn't find it, but somehow, Yuuri Think he just knows.

He walked slowly to his bed and sat down. "Are you going to play?" he asked, "Aren't you on your way?"

A muffled grunt escaped Victor's throat. "Just in case," he said, "listen to this, don't you want to experience 'the world's richest plug museum' and learn how to convert international plugs into British plugs along the way - well, I think This seems to be illegal." He said, and turned to the next page. "Bee farm, boring... organic fruit market, boring... milkshake fair, hey!... oh, this one's only on weekends... party, party, make-up party, vintage carnival, party, theater show..." He threw the booklet away in despair, "Oh, the folks here are the most boring people I've ever met."

Yuuri shrugged, "Hasezu also held a Pork Chop Festival," he said wisely, "It's all an idea of ​​the local government to attract tourists."

"At least the pork chops are delicious." Victor muttered, turned over and stuffed himself under the quilt, and yawned a very exaggerated, Bugs Bunny-like yawn, "Turn off the lights and go to sleep."

He didn't have any intention of bringing up other topics, Yuuri couldn't help feeling guilty that he had escaped, he let out a sigh of relief, turned off the light and climbed into bed.

"Good night, Victor," he whispered, not even sure Victor heard.

After nearly a minute, Victor's voice came from his bed.

"Good night, Yuuri," he said. "Sweet dreams."