[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

The person who came was a young man in his 30s. His temples were shaved so that his scalp could be seen clearly. He wore a pair of small round eyes rimmed with gold wire and had stubble. The moment he turned his head vigorously, he had already pounced on him. , gave Victor a warm hug that was caught off guard.

"What is the strong wind that brought you to such a small place?" He said, the two rows of exposed teeth shining white in the dark,

"Ah..." Victor said, showing a rare sluggish reaction, "Chris..." He patted the back of the blond man, and the man released him, "Aha!" He turned the gun again , turned his attention to Yuuri, "Who is this? Your new boyfriend?" He grabbed Yuuri's hand and shook it again.

"Don't talk nonsense," Victor said hastily, "he is my...student."

Chris's eyes widened, "Are you dating your student?" He had a look of playfulness and admiration on his face, "Well, Professor Victor."

"...no, he's just my student," Victor said, "not dating... for real." His voice raised a bit, and Chris looked at him suspiciously, and Yuuri and Yuuri looked at each other again For a long time, until Victor coughed lightly, breaking the silence.

"This is my friend, you met, Chris Giacometti." Victor introduced, Yuuri stood aside, looking like he didn't know how to react, and Victor pushed Chris' arm , the latter stretches out a hand towards Yuuri, who grabs it mechanically.

"Sorry, I made a mistake," Chris said sincerely, "It's because Victor has too many dates...what's your name?"

"Katsuo... Yuuri," Yuuri replied, "I..."

"Ah, so you're the famous 'Drunk Dancing King', huh?" Chris shook his hand enthusiastically. "You're famous, even I know it! Listen, I have a...!"

"Okay, that's fine," Victor said, interrupting his tirade, and he stepped between the two of them, blocking Yuuri. "Why are you here?"

"Oh, Professor Victor, what about your upbringing... your students are still watching," Chris said with a smile, and reached out to pull the collar of LaVictor's robe. Isn't it? What are you pretending to be, Gay Gandalf? Are all the normal Gandalf clothes rented out?"

"In a way you're right," Victor said. "Why are you here?"

"You know me, and wherever there is a party, I'm Giacometti!" Chris said dramatically, "It's less than a day's drive from where I come from, so if you think I'll miss it With such a carnival opportunity, you don’t know me too well! On the contrary, it’s the two of you, why are you here?”

"I guess 'Where there's a party, I'm Nikiforov' won't work for you." Victor said dryly, not sure if it was an illusion, but Yuuri felt that he didn't seem very happy to be in this place Meet Chris - but their relationship is undeniably close.

Yuuri looked over Victor's shoulders curiously, and he thought Chris Giacometti was weird - he was tall and very muscular, but with a pair of very romantic and amorous eyes on that unshaven face. In addition, his slim jeans and T-shirt so tight that he can see the outline of his chest muscles also left a very deep impression on him, and he couldn't help but want to take a few more glances.Normally, he would try to avoid looking directly at him as much as possible, but today—this night has magical powers. After hours of partying with thousands of strangely dressed strangers, he dared to do anything.

Chris catches his gaze and sticks his tongue out at him. "I'm obsessed, huh? Understandable—hey listen, do you two have other plans?" he asked, not waiting two minutes. The man shook his head and said, "That's great! Come, let's have a drink together." After he finished speaking, he hooked the shoulders of the two of them involuntarily, and pushed them towards a tent that was too big.

Yuuri wondered why he hadn't noticed the tent in the first place, it couldn't have been more conspicuous, it was at least the size of a circus tent from the looks of it, and it was firmly in the center of the carnival grounds.There is also a neon sign at the door of the tent, and a woman's leg in high heels is shining on the light sign.Chris raised the entrance curtain familiarly and beckoned them both to go in.

There was another world in the tent again, Yuuri followed Victor into the tent, a burst of warmth with the smell of alcohol and rosin came over his face, he thought he had crossed: this must be the biggest in the camp without a doubt The tent, the dome is almost as high as a two-story building, and there is a serenade played by a guitar from an unknown speaker; there is a bar in the tent, and there are small wooden round tables and benches, and a few scattered tables are scattered. Sitting scattered on the ground, from the expression to the tone of the voice, there is a long wooden table in the center of the tent, and a large group of girls with heavy makeup and long dresses are sitting there, drinking For fun; in the corner, there is also a fake fireplace, the lamp imitating the flame is burning, all the furniture seems to be shipped directly from the shooting scene of "Game of Thrones", the most impressive thing is, There is a long iron rod stuck in the center of each table. ?

"What's that?" He couldn't help asking, pointing to an iron rod. Hearing his question, the girls sitting at the long table burst into a burst of unbridled laughter. ?

Chris is among them. "'What's that?' Oh dear," he gave Victor a reproachful look, "you didn't tell me you're teaching high school now too?"?

Victor didn't answer, but Yuuri spoke up himself. ?

"I'm a college student," he said bravely, "I'm an adult—I just want to know that's—oh, don't tell me.” With a gesture, a girl at the long table walked towards them, stepped on the chair gracefully and stood on the table, she grabbed the iron rod, and pressed her lower body against it, and the music in the tavern also changed from a serenade to something The ambiguous electronic music made all the guests in the bar cheer. ?

Yuuri opened his mouth wide, staring blankly at what was happening, with Victor chuckling beside him. ?

"This is a strip club." Yuuri said, "Victor, this is a strip club!"?

"I know," Victor said, with a reassuring note in his voice, "that's clearly another one of Chris's unique personal interests."?

?"Medieval striptease." Chris declared, "An opportunity to get in touch with history is priceless!"

"You're as close as your underwear to history, dear Chris," Victor replied, "at least get a room."

Chris grinned. "Don't be so prudish," he said. "What's wrong with being less cover-up and more honest? Where the hell is the goddamn bartender, Peter? Hey Peter!" He snapped the old bar There was a banging sound, and a fat drunk man by the fake fireplace raised his hand and waved at him, "Okay," he said indifferently, leaning his upper body behind the bar and groping, "Looks like we have to rely on ourselves .” He began to search the bar as if he was at home, “You haven’t told me why you are here?”

"It's a long story," Victor said with a stern face, "the simpler version is that we drove by." Yuuri couldn't help laughing, and Chris lay on the bar and turned to look at him.

"You at least want to save me some face with the students," he grumbled, "so you two drove from the school, from the school?"

"That's right," Victor said, "Why do I think you seem so surprised?"

"You two are so brave," Chris said. "Don't you know there are murderers running down this road?"

"You may not believe it, but that's what I've heard the most along the way," Victor replied, "and the question 'Are you a murderer?'"

Chris clapped his hands and laughed, "Don't say it," he said, "Slavic, tall, young man...you are really suspicious. But I believe this kind of day will end soon," he said, "Just now The local police nearly caught him, with an accomplice, a few hundred kilometers away in Stuart, according to the evening news."

"..." Yuuri tugged at the hem of Victor's clothes, Victor kept his eyes straight, and bent over in Yuuri's direction. "Did he mean us?" Yuuri said, his voice low.

"I guess so." Victor replied, his lips barely moving, and Chris didn't notice anything, and was still rummaging seriously, humming.

Yuuri thinks about the cop who let them go - he's a good guy, and it would be really unfair to make him the one who "let the wanted guy go" just because he and Viktor wanted to save trouble.Victor sensed the emotion in his silence and gave him a slight look.

"Always," he said softly, "you don't think of other people for a second, do you?"

Yuuri gets a little nervous, "Nope," he says quickly, as if to defend himself, and Viktor makes it sound like he's done something special, but isn't that the human way of thinking? "I just think..."

"Okay, I promise you," Victor said softly, "We passed by the town on the way back, and I will go to the police station to clarify the misunderstanding, so that the kind police officer will not be wronged, okay?"

A strand of long hair fell onto the tip of his handsome pen, and Yuuri brushed it away lightly.

"Thank you." He whispered, his face flushed. Victor smiled at him and opened his mouth to say something more. At this moment, Chris, who was lying on the counter, suddenly yelled, and pulled out a transparent He threw the bottle, two wine glasses, a salt shaker and a lemon on the table, and looked at Victor with interest.

Viktor looks at the glass he turned out, then at Yuuri sitting behind him. "I don't want to drink," he said.

"Wow, who is this prudish soul in this skin?" Chris yelled dissatisfied, and before Victor could answer, his eyes suddenly fell on Yuuri: "Hey Yuuri, do you want to play with the girls for a while? They're all so drunk right now, it's a good time to hit the base." He waved in the direction of the long table, and several girls immediately surrounded him.

In the face of such an obvious eviction order, Yuuri felt that he was too dull if he couldn't take the hint anymore.He jumped off the stool, only to be grabbed by Victor.

"No, you don't have to go," he said softly, "Chris and I have nothing to talk about, soon..."

It took a lot of effort for Yuuri to free his arm from his grasp.

"It's okay," he said vaguely, "it's okay...you talk...I'll go...I'll go around." When he was speaking, a bold dancer was already holding his arm, and someone hooked him on the other side. He grabbed his shoulders, "Talk slowly." He muttered, and without waiting for Victor to say anything, he left the bar surrounded by dancers and went to the other side of the bar.

Chris and Victor clearly have a relationship past.Could it be possible, he wondered drowsily, as he sat around the girls playing poker, that he was the one Viktor couldn't forget?