[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

"Do you use hand cream or something?" Mira asked, tossing and turning Victor's hands.

"Uh... thanks," Victor said, "but what about my fate?"

Mira coughed lightly, and put away the expression of seeing an interesting toy.

"Yeah, yeah... from a broken family, no problem - withdrawn, huh?" She frowned and glanced at Yuuri, "Looks like you had an unfortunate puberty too, didn't you? "

"...all teenagers feel unhappy," Victor said curtly. "It's okay."

"Of course, of course," Mira said, "Have you experienced a major career transition? It must have been difficult, have you often suffered from insomnia, headaches, dizziness?" Yuuri opened his mouth wide, and Victor gave him a deadpan look.

"Tsk tsk, tsk tsk," Mira said, curling Victor's hand into a fist and giving it a final pat, she looked up, "You're very bad, my friend."

Victor didn't speak, and there was no trace of shock or panic in his expression - he didn't look as big as the reaction when he heard Yuuri's prophecy just now!

"How to say?" he asked.

"Obviously," Mira said, "you're chasing something hopeless. Your aura is bleak...you're desperate...if you don't stop this hopeless pursuit and choose a new path , I'm afraid your future is very gloomy. My dear, you are killing yourself."

Her words bumped into Yuuri's heart like a ship in port—it felt like a light bump at first, but gradually, a crack opened from the bump, and then the crack gradually widened.

Victor?Suicide?He could hardly connect these two words. In Yuuri's memory, Victor's name was always associated with words like "great future" and "bright and bright". Even the bad-tempered Jaco Husband also admitted that he never worried about the future of his adopted son, but Mira said that he...suicide?

A mitotic start in his mind spawned many speculations at the same time: Maybe Mira was just talking nonsense, but how did she guess Yuuri's family background through nonsense, even that he had an older sister?Or maybe what she said was true, she was indeed a psychic... Thinking of this, a laugh sounded in his own mind, how could it be possible?

"When you said 'suicide,'" Yuuri interjected, desperate for more information to judge whether Mira's words were true or not, his heart pounding like To fall out of the mouth, "Are you referring to..."

"Everything," Mira replies, "life, work, relationships, it's all messed up, messed up, and finally... poof!" She makes a explosive gesture, and Yuuri catches his breath—he can't breathe at all.

"Will it explode?" he asked with wide-eyed eyes.

For a moment, the tent was terribly quiet, and a few seconds later, Yuuri heard Viktor next to him couldn't hold back anymore—he let out a chuckle.

"What are you talking about!" Mira also laughed, "That's just a 'metaphorical' description! I mean, he won't be able to bear this kind of pressure anymore, as people often say, 'break down'." She turned to Victor, "Do you think what I'm saying makes sense?"

"Hmm..." Victor tried to look thoughtful, "I think it's very educational," he said, as easily as if he were talking about someone else—no, like movies, or the weather, or twitter. Cute cat videos on special.

Yuuri's heart beat faster, and he forced himself to smile along with them.

"But, but..." he said blankly, "but Victor..."

"But seriously," Mira said suddenly again, "you should stop." She looked straight at Victor as she said this, "You're very bad, you know? You have a problem. It's very serious problem."

Victor looked at her calmly, their eyes met in mid-air, and then staggered again.he laughed.

"Yuuri, there's actually one thing I haven't told you," he said, "I'm also a psychic."

"..." Yuuri looked at him, then at Mira, he saw great playfulness on Victor's face, and Mira must have felt the same, she leaned forward, her arms resting on the table.

"Really?" she said, "Are you going to count me next? Do you want to see my palm print?"

"My skills don't require it," Viktor replied, looking confident - the only two times he would be, either genuinely confident or just plain bullshit, and as far as Yuuri knows, Viktor grew up Among the many abilities displayed by David, "psychic" is not one of them.But Victor pondered for a moment, and it had already begun.

"You are not an only child," he said. "Two younger sisters, or more? This has largely contributed to your family's financial difficulties. Parents are unlucky in their marriage. Who left? Is it the father or the mother?" He smiled, The corners of Mira's mouth stiffened, and her smile faded away.

"Is there anything else?" she asked. "Let me hear what else you can do."

"You used to be a dancer," Victor said, "from elementary school, when your family was still intact, a dancer passing by found you, thought you were a malleable talent, she wanted to develop you, and she also It did. But it didn’t last long, your mother ran away, your father was an alcoholic, and a single parent with three kids couldn’t afford to learn to dance, so you gave up.”

Mira's face became more and more gloomy.

"Go on," she said.

"You gave up, and it wasn't an easy decision for you because you respected and loved your teacher. Your mother was never what a mother should be, and the teacher was like another mother to you— —but she betrayed you, and when you told her you couldn't dance anymore, this woman you thought you had a deep relationship with turned around and abandoned you."

Mira stood up abruptly. She clenched her hands into fists and pressed them tightly to her sides, as if controlling not to jump up and punch Victor twice.

"You're wrong!" she cried. "She wasn't..."

She stopped suddenly, as if remembering something, trying to control her anger, Victor looked up at him, his expression remained motionless.His hands were folded, resting on his raised legs.

"You guys should go," Mira said suddenly, "It's time, I have other guests." Yuuri looked at Victor, who shrugged and stood up, and Yuuri followed suit.

"I'm sorry." Victor said briefly, took out a bill from his wallet and put it on the table, and was the first to lift the curtain and leave the tent.Mira stood there, trembling all over, as if she had suddenly fallen into an ice cellar, and Yuuri couldn't help feeling sad—if what Victor said was true, then no one understood what this girl went through better than him, but Life has to go on, doesn't it?He patted Mira on the shoulder.

"Sorry." He whispered, "He...he didn't mean to."

That's right, he suddenly remembered that Victor never pokes people's scars on purpose, unless he is seriously offended—but he wondered if what Mira said really hit Victor's heart, making Victor even hesitate to do such a thing. Severe stress response coming?This is far from the Victor Yuuri knew.

"I know." Mira said vaguely, "but... well, you go."

After she finished speaking, she turned her back to him and ignored him.

Yuuri raised the curtain of the tent, a puff of moist air that smelled like gunpowder entered his nose, and he couldn't help sneezing.

The moment he put his foot on the grass, the whole world seemed to come alive again, and his ears were filled with all kinds of sounds: the screams of children, the music of video game consoles, and of course the inevitable talking Shouts and laughs, the smell of hot dogs, nachos, pies, and orange drinks filled his nostrils once more, and he felt his taste buds crave orange drinks again.

But before that, what about Victor?He looked left and right to find the figure in the toga with long sleeves, and he was full of questions to ask.

"Hi!" Someone patted him on the left shoulder, and Yuuri turned around, startled: Viktor was grinning at him with a handful of fairy wands in each hand. "Here you are." He said, handing the fairy wands in both hands to Yuuri, then took out his phone while Yuuri was in a daze, and quickly pressed the shutter button.

"Not bad." He said with satisfaction, "This one is very cute."

"What—" Yuuri said confusedly, "Where did this come from?"

"I bought it." Victor said, pointing to a booth opposite, a braided girl noticed his gaze, waved her hand clumsily, and knocked over a stack of fireworks barrels beside her.Victor rubbed the back of his head, "But it seems that I have given more than others..." He muttered, none of the people passing by had such a large bunch of fairy wands like Yuuri's. "Want to go somewhere to kill some time? I hear there are fireworks at 10:30."

After he finished speaking, he took a fairy wand from Yuuri's hand, and held him with his free hand.Viktor looks normal—not at all the guy who was poking someone's foot so badly a few minutes ago, which makes Yuuri wonder even more.

"Victor..." he said, stumbling along with Victor's steps, holding up a lot of fairy wands and walking towards crowded places is not an easy task. grabbed Victor's arm, "Victor! I want to ask you something!"

"What's the matter?" Viktor asked nonchalantly, and Yuuri was squeezed by the crowd, almost on his back, and he reached out, put his arm around Yuuri's shoulders, and brought him to his side.

"Why did you..." Yuuri found it difficult to accuse Viktor, but he had to figure it out, "Why did you say that to Mira?" he asked bravely.

"What?" Victor asked.

"Just... you know," Yuuri said, "about Lillia. Why do you say that?"

Victor was silent for a moment, holding Yuuri's hand tightly.

"That's too much, isn't it," he said softly. "She's upset."

"It looks more like anger than sadness to me," Yuuri said, "I wouldn't be surprised if she hit you."

Victor listened quietly, thinking about his own thoughts.Finally, he said: "Sometimes, we will find that we will inevitably lose some other things while achieving our goals. Be careful, there is a puddle here."

Confused, Yuuri jumps over the puddle, not bothering to look at the mud spots on his boots, he asks, "But what's the point of doing that?"

"Can help us make sure the girl knows where Lilia is," Victor replied, guarding Yuuri through a pile of drunken Beatles, "I did to her the same thing she did to us— —not psychics, but reasoning." He thought for a moment, then added: "Well, reasoning, and Google."

Yuuri sort of gets it: Viktor thinks Mira recognized him like everyone else, so she did an internet search on them beforehand, but more things are still a fog, like, "Why would she Do you do that?" He asked, a little worried that he had guessed wrong.

Victor glanced at him. They turned onto the road beginning with D, and a group of drunk young people dressed as hippies passed them and headed for the E aisle.

"Maybe to scare us," Victor said, "When people focus on their own misery, they don't pay as much attention to what others are hiding."

"You mean Lillia?" Yuuri said, "but even if she's hiding something, we can..."

"She already knows who I am," Victor said, "She knows about my relationship with Lilia, but she still refuses to reveal it, instead she talks a lot of nonsense... There are only two possibilities, either she doesn't Know, either, Lilia told her not to tell anyone. Either way, we're unlikely to get the truth easily."

"..." Yuuri was silent, and Victor said again, "You might think I was being too mean to her." The crowd in this aisle was sparse, but he still didn't let go of Yuuri's shoulders, and Yuuri didn't break away from him, either. "is that so?"

"...I know you have your reasons," Yuuri replied.Victor squeezed his shoulder gratefully.

"I just want to confirm my guess," he said, "that she did know Lilia, and she did know where Lilia was going—they're still in touch. Presumably she was here to visit the unfortunate when she was photographed." student. When I deliberately slandered Lilia in front of her, she reacted with anger instead of sadness, and, besides, she almost contradicted me, remember?"

Yuuri recalled slowly, Viktor said it all so simply and naturally, it was as basic as an instinctive reaction, "How did you know she had two younger sisters? And her parents..."

"Her family situation is definitely not going to be very good, because she works a lot at the same time, which is not necessary for a child from a wealthy family; remember Jo? She said that Meera's mother was a 'desert', so you can almost guess her How messed up the marital status of the parents is; as for her two sisters - on the display case in her tent, there are three clay figures in skirts, one of them is obviously older than the other two, you have sisters too, you would like to be with her Shall we play this together?"

Yuuri looked at him in surprise. "Based on this? Three clay people, you guessed her family status? Wow - you can also do this business."

Victor stared at the road, curled his lips indifferently, "It's a very simple matter, just like how she found out about your parents and sister—I know you pay attention to protecting your privacy, but as a child, you have participated in many You won’t believe how much information about you is on the Internet for a child who has won many trophies in competitions. When she finds you, she knows your last name. After knowing your last name, she finds your father’s company and lists it on the company’s website. It’s only a matter of time before we see a photo of the family together on the Internet.”

Once he explained it, things seemed simple and convenient, but before he explained it, it seemed like a fantasy to Yuuri - psychic sounded like the only explanation.They walked slowly for a while, and Yuuri suddenly said, "That's good."

"What's good?"

"She's not a psychic," Yuuri said, "and that's fine." It seems that the "suicide" about Viktor is just bullshit.

"Don't you want to have a happy life forever?" Victor teased him, "Marry a beautiful wife, have two children, and a Volvo, and a boat..."

Yuuri hesitates, that sounds...boring.But then, Mira's words sounded in his mind somehow.

"You are pursuing something hopeless... If you don't stop this hopeless pursuit... I'm afraid your future is not very optimistic."

Victor has already confirmed that what Mira said was only an inference based on the information on the Internet and the details she observed. So, could this part of what she said about Victor be the result of her observations?If it is, what is the "hopeless thing" Mira sees in Victor?Could it... have something to do with Yuuri?

"Maybe. Sounds good..." He mumbled, and Victor stopped suddenly. "What's wrong?"

Victor watched him quietly, with complicated eyes - he seemed very relieved, but also seemed a little lost.They just stood there for a while, with a distance of two meters from each other. Victor's eyes gradually cooled in the warm-toned neon lights of the bar.

His expression became as cold as the pebbles by the river.

"Yuuri," he said, "if I..."

"Aha, Viktor Nikiforov!" A voice much louder than him exploded behind Yuuri, startling both of them, and Viktor looked up, over Yuuri's shoulder, when he saw clearly When the person came, his expression became a little surprised.

"Why are you here?" he asked.