[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

When he asked, he didn't expect an answer.

This is Katsuki Yuuri!What are you counting on?Always sincere, and at the same time doing Tai Chi forever, not to mention that even Victor himself doesn't expect or even hope to get any answer.

Anyway, the answer is pretty clear, right?

But occasionally, just occasionally, when he stands in the center of the vortex of time, his wishful thinking will emerge involuntarily, like the first buds drawn from a branch in spring, carefully reaching out to the sky, expecting nothing at all. possible answer.

"Do you love me?"

There was a noticeable pause on Yuuri's face for a second, and he quickly scanned Viktor's face, and then, just when Viktor wanted to distance himself from each other and push everything to the joke, he suddenly I spoke.

"Of course," he said, looking firmly and softly into Victor's eyes, and he grabbed Victor's arm. "Of course I love you."

"..." Victor was shocked a lot, he opened his mouth, but found that no oxygen entered—what did he just say?Is it a hallucination, or is it real?What does Yuuri mean when he says "Of course I love you"?Most importantly, he—what should he do?

Yuuri's hand tightly gripped his arm, which made him even have the illusion that the blood flow was not smooth and his hands and feet were cold. He was too close, and he could see the lines of Yuuri's pupils, the small, beautiful lines, More than once, he had the line of admiration of "this person is alive". He was fascinated and convinced by this living reality, so that he gradually lost his mind.Yuuri closed the distance between them.

"Of course I love you. It all started when I was a boy..." He said softly, "I have fought my mind, but it was all futile and useless. I don't want to suppress my emotions anymore. Please allow me I tell you how much I like you, love you."

He spoke smoothly, as if he didn't worry about the consequences at all.Viktor looked into those eyes, thinking about his words, and then, he stepped back, and things became clear, and suddenly everything that wasn't logical seemed logical.

"...Isn't this a line from Pride and Prejudice?" Victor said, Yuuri couldn't hold back anymore, he burst out laughing under Victor's complicated gaze.

"Of course it's the lines!" He leaned back on the iron frame, laughing backwards and forwards, when his eyes swept over Victor's expression, Victor smiled at him reluctantly, "But you have to admit that I have at least deceived you One second!" he said.

"...More than a second." Victor had to say, in a slightly more unnatural tone than usual, but Yuuri obviously didn't realize this, he was basking in the joy of finally playing a trick on Victor!He couldn't stop laughing for the next few minutes, grabbing Victor's arm from time to time during the laughter, and leaning most of his body weight on Victor, as if laughing had exhausted his physical strength.Victor wished he could join him, but it was hard.

His heart was still trembling violently, as if a strong hand had held him tightly like a sponge, and the last drop of blood had been squeezed out of the heart, and at this moment they were flowing from her limbs Bai Bai slowly returned to the heart.His hands and feet were cold and his breathing was short of breath.

All because Katsuki Yuuri said "love" to him.

"Okay," he said, smiling so as not to look too weird, "why would you do that?"

"What?" Yuuri finally stopped laughing, and he wiped the wet corners of his eyes, "I haven't read many romance novels, either "Pride and Prejudice" or "Twilight Saga."

Victor just frowned at him. "No, I mean...why say..."

"Huh?" Yuuri looked completely confused, "Because you want to play me," he shrugged, this gesture became more and more proficient, and it became more and more like Victor himself, but it was genuine, and now it looks like Standing blankly like a broken puppet, with a jerky smile. "You tricked me, and I found out, so I tricked you one step ahead of time—isn't that what we always do?"

He patted Victor's arm, "What's the matter," he said with a smile, "the trickster has become the trickster, are you lost?"

Lost is certain, but not because of being tricked.Victor looked at him for a while, and then the corners of his mouth turned up, slowly revealing a standard smile.

"Of course not, my dear," he said. "It's just that the lines I've devised for Romeo and Juliet won't work."

"Hey!" Yuuri yelled, "That's a tragic story."

"Look at us, this is a typical tragic story," Victor replied, which sounded ironic and funny, "I am your father (IAMYOURFATHER.")

"…" Yuuri rolled his eyes, he was at a loss for words, and Viktor felt that control was back in his hands, whether it was the relationship between the two of them, or his own feelings-but the heat in his chest followed The recovery of control decreased a little bit, as if falling into the bottom of a glacier.

He smiled, but there was a bottomless pit inside his body, draining out all his emotions.

"I'm looking for clothes, I won't make trouble with you." Yuuri muttered, he pushed Victor away, and walked to other shelves, "Why do you always make such tasteless jokes?"

For I am afraid the truth will scare you away where I will never see you again.Victor said in his heart.But he laughs and says, "Because it's interesting...but that's not right," and Yuuri raises an eyebrow, adding hastily, "Very, very wrong." It's not right, and he should promise himself again No more—he always rekindled hope time and time again, because of Yuuri's words, Yuuri's intimacy and Yuuri's attitude towards him, his eyes suddenly became Sherlock Holmes, following every trace, and his heart , his heart would turn into a ravenous beast—and that would be futile, doomed, and he should not go on.

But how easy is that?

Yuuri's figure turned around a row of shelves and disappeared behind a pile of tutu skirts, but his muttering seemed to be drifting away, and he couldn't make out the content, but Victor could feel his dissatisfaction—even if it was dissatisfaction Also expressed as gentle as a feather.

"Yuuri!" Viktor tried to pull himself together, he chased after him, and took a coat from a passing rack—it was a blue court coat with fine coat of arms and embroidery, about Left because the color scheme didn't quite match the Disney characters—he puts his arm around Yuuri from behind and brings him to a full-length mirror. "I have a great idea."

Yuuri looks unconvinced and uncomfortable with Viktor on his back, he tries to break free but Viktor is stronger and taller than he is and Viktor can hold him like a cage if he wants to Locked tightly in his arms, it frustrates Yuuri.

"What's wrong." He said listlessly, "What are you going to say?"

"I think we should stop looking for characters to play," Victor said. "I think it's time—time for us to make up two characters, just our own." He held up his blue coat to the In front of Yuuri, gesticulating at the mirror, Yuuri looked at him with a frown, as if he didn't understand.Viktor relentlessly looks at Yuuri in the mirror and laughs expectantly, until finally Yuuri softens and he laughs.

"Okay," he said, "what am I?" He looked curiously at the blue coat in the mirror, his eyes darting past the coat of arms and embroidery.

"You're a little prince," Viktor said behind him, and they were so close that Yuuri was wrapped in his arms, he could smell the shampoo in Yuuri's hair - orange Yes, he washed his hair in the hotel yesterday - if he lowers his eyes, Yuuri's small, light pinnae are there, with veins just visible under the thin skin, Yuuri's pinnaes are soft, almost like his As soft as the heart, what would it taste like if you tasted it with your lips?It had become a mystery in his mind, and the mystery would remain forever until it became a part of Victor.He looks at Yuuri in the mirror, who is curiously grabbing his sleeve and taking a closer look, and smiles sheepishly when he lifts his eyes and notices Victor's pause and gaze.

"I don't feel like a prince," he said in a serious tone. "I was drenched yesterday and smelled like beef jerky."

"Well, it's a...Cinderella occasion," Victor said, "You're a gray boy. Your name is... your name is Samrella."

"...Okay." Yuuri reluctantly accepted his role, "What about you?"

Viktor stretches his arms - some of the heat from the trapped Yuuri quickly dissipates along his outstretched arms, making him feel a little chilly, he doesn't remember being such a chill man - and he removes a A dark purple hooded robe, "I am a wizard—I am your fairy godfather."

"...well, Daddy," Yuuri said, "what can you do, turn Johnny's cat into a heavy-duty motorcycle?"

"I'll give you a new look," Victor said, "and no night-time access. Most importantly, I'll provide condoms instead of glass slippers that don't respect the laws of conservation of matter." Yuuri's ears turned red .He snatched the blue coat from Victor's hand and broke away from Victor's arms. "Tell me loudly if I'm the Godfather of the Year?" Victor shouted behind him, Yuuri shook his head, gave him the middle finger with his backhand, Victor laughed triumphantly, and pulled the robe over his body. "It's not bad," he said to the mirror, and it all owed more to his size and fluidity than to the beauty of this pink and purple sequined gown.But Victor was so satisfied that he tossed his long hair.

"I could be an awesome Sirius," he muttered.Yuuri let out a laugh from afar.

"You're a Snape," he said, "typical."

Victor ignored him.

"Now I need one more wand," he said. "Hey, here's a whole rack of wands! That's about it, these locusts have left a good thing at last, let's see who I'll get... oh!" He called out in disgust, "Percy Weasley." He read out the name engraved on the wand, he put it down quickly, and picked up another one, "Percy Weasley, Percy Weasley Rye, Percy Weasley!" he exclaimed, "I thought there would be at least one 'Draco Malfoy' left!" At the other end of the rack, Yuuri looked for matching pants and smiled gloatingly.

"So I'm a fake headhunter manager pretending to be a male version of Cinderella," Yuuri said, "Wow, life is full of surprises."

"That's the essence of a vacation." Victor replied, still tossing around in a pile of wands, the cuffs of the wide mage's robes dangling in mid-air, and he pushed them impatiently onto his shoulders. "You can be anyone!"

The iron frame was full of Percy Weasley's wands, and it was clear that no one wanted to be the most politically promising male member of the Weasley family, so he finally gave up and strode towards Yuuri.

"I'll pick up a twig on the road." He announces that Yuuri is already trying on that beautiful lake blue coat, which is so stately and has a classic vibe, not unlike wearing glasses and bangs Yuuri, whose eyebrows were covered and whose visual age was no older than 17, was very uncoordinated.But when he turned his head and saw Victor and the robe cuffs swaying behind him, the melancholy disappeared and he grinned again.

"What are you laughing at?" Victor said, deliberately making his voice sound rough, full of the majesty that a fairy godfather should have.But Yuuri just shrugged.

"You're very Dumbledore," he said sincerely, "so, so, too gay."