[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

The tavern was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.After a while, the people around the long table burst into cheers like waves.

"Yu-lo, sound, music, sound, music!" they yelled, and Yuuri stood on the long table, nodding his head as they shouted, his hands outstretched as if calling for more crowds, and he saw He was so excited that he was about to explode, and his red face showed a color of blood burning to the boiling point.

The serenade that was originally playing in the tavern was replaced by a brisk flamenco. When the first few drumbeats sounded, the crowd erupted into a lively jubilation again, "Thanks, Peter!" Yuuri pointed at something The bartender who was standing by the bar at that time, his face was flushed, he smiled and saluted the crowd.

The guitar's tempo picks up now, and Yuuri arcs each hand in the air, kicks his foot back, and dances to the music in the blink of an eye—it's obviously an impromptu dance, but he's found it quickly His own beat, as the main theme unfolded, the staggered steps under his feet became faster and faster. The soles of his boots were too hard, and the sound was not as crisp as professional dancing shoes, but he somehow made it become He showed a unique style, sometimes he swayed his waist lightly, sometimes stretched his arms, his limbs seemed to be no longer human torso, but some kind of objects with their own life, he clapped, turned, and moved toward the crowd full of temptation Waving and blinking, whenever he came near the table, the people standing there would burst into screams of excitement, they even tried to reach out to grab him, as if he was a god and they were all lowly believers, but he Immediately turned and left quickly, leaving their disappointed sighs behind, like a child playing with others—his expression changed, and in the dance, he became dazzling and confident, bursting out in his movements. The passionate and calm aesthetic feeling is like a flame, and the timid and shy Yuuri is reborn in it, becoming this person that people can't take their eyes off.

"That's right!" Chris yelled excitedly, patting Victor on the shoulder, "I understand now!"

"Understand what?" Victor replied subconsciously, but his mind—his mind had already been ignited by the flame, and there was no room for anything else in his eyes and heart.

"What did you see in him!" Chris said, and he shouted in Victor's ear, "Got it all!—Where are you going?"

Victor walked towards the long table with a dreamy look on his face—is this a dream?This is more beautiful and dazzling than a dream. This is the light that only a real human soul can radiate. How long has it been since Yuuri has seen this?

At this time, two dancers boldly stepped onto the long table at the invitation of Yuuri, and he acted like encouraging and provocative—he didn't hesitate to stretch out his hand to pull them onto the table, full of gentlemanly demeanor, but in the blink of an eye He turned around in a circle and left them, leaving them so irritatingly; the crowd erupted in a louder cheer, and the three of them danced together amidst the cheers and the intensifying music, and Yuuri turned into a playboy , a butterfly fluttering in the flowers, and the two dancers are delicate flowers that yearn for his love and bloom alone. They clapped and spun along with the rhythm of the music, and the invisible melody turned into a tangible entity on the three of them, it was the fluttering feather skirt, the flexible waist and arms-and in Victor's eyes Here, it can only be Yuuri, who is the embodiment of music, the messenger of beauty, and the guardian of his soul.

He stared intently at Yuuri on the long table, something hot was about to burst out of his chest—couldn't suppress it anymore, he thought, my feelings for this man.Far closer than friendship, deeper than love, it is the love and pride engraved in his bones and blood.

At this time, the music had come to an end, the tempo couldn't be faster, the playboy abandoned his two female companions, and ran towards freedom——Yuuri's legs were criss-crossing flexibly, and he was already at the edge of the long table... …

"Ouch!" the crowd yelled in horror, and in full view, Yuuri slipped his foot and fell off the table, and it happened so quickly that no one had time to do anything except Victor—his gaze Always followed Yuuri closely.He pushed his way through the crowd and caught his boy before the last note beat.

Their eyes meet, the music stops, and the crowd surrounds them with screams of excitement, but Victor's focus is on only one person.

Yuuri's face was flushed with excitement, and there was even a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and he smiled at Victor and put his arms around his neck.

"Surprise or not?" He asked with a smile, dazzlingly bold.

"Very pleasantly surprised." Victor said, couldn't help but also laughed, Yuuri's body temperature was more than two degrees higher than usual, his spirit and body temperature were ignited together.He looked beautiful—Victor just wanted to kiss him, those playful lips and those sparkling eyes.Just then, Yuuri suddenly wrapped his arms around Victor's neck.Viktor realized suddenly—he was too drunk to be conscious.

"Victor, please," he said sweetly, "Can you just... carry me to the bar and sit down?—I have cramps in my feet." He added a little embarrassedly, even this Her shyness brought a cunning that she didn't usually have.

"It was my pleasure," Victor replied, Yuuri dangling his legs, not being honest in his arms.

"Am I sinking?"

"Not sinking," Victor said, "not at all."

"I don't think so," Yuuri said, "I only have that—so little. Don't laugh, what are you all laughing at?" The people around laughed harder, and some even made kind words Shhh, he wriggles up in Victor's arms, trying to see who's cheering, "We're not a couple!" he declares, "He's single! But you're not good enough for him, no malice, Samantha ——You are not worthy of him!" He shouted, "My Victor... my Victor is perfect!"

Victor carried him back to the bar, he was still rambling loudly, because of his words, Viktor rarely felt flushed, at this time Yuuri snatched the wine glass that Chris was about to deliver to his mouth, and held it up He stood tall and shouted: "To Victor!" His words had an extraordinary magic in the hearts of the people, and they had all been captured by him and became followers under his boots. They toasted together and said loudly : "To Victor!" Even Chris was in the mix, lifting the salt shaker and pouring a handful into his mouth.

Yuuri puts down his glass, and he smiles drunkenly.

"Do you like it?" he asked Victor, who sat him on the bar stool in his arms. "Do you like it?"

"I like it very much." Victor replied, snatching the glass from him. "Do you want to sit on the stool?"

"I don't really want to," Yuuri said, lowering his voice mysteriously, "I'll tell you a secret—high stools make me feel insecure."

Drunk Yuuri was a hundred times bolder than usual, and had a hundred times more whimsy, "Why?" Victor asked.

"Because my feet can't reach the floor." Yuuri said seriously, "It scares me, so thanks, I'm fine sitting here." He put his arms around Viktor's neck once, expressing his desire to never leave confidence. "are you mad?"

"Don't be mad," Victor said, "I'd be more than happy to be your chair."

"But you're not only my chair," Yuuri said, eyes flickering with madness and seriousness, because of myopia and a little bit of confusion, "you're also my hero. You're my idol, my goal ,do you know?"

"I know," Viktor said, how many years had it been since Yuuri said something so blunt? "You have to remember, you have to tell me the same thing when you wake up tomorrow."

"I'm awake now!" Yuuri yelled dissatisfied, "Victor, tell me the truth, you...why are you so nice to me?"

Chris had a look on his face, and Victor raised his eyebrows at him.

"Because I like you," he said softly, "Dear Yuuri."

"False." Yuuri said, "You be honest - do you have a crush on my sister?!"

"Pfft." Chris spewed out a sip of wine, Victor gave him a disgusted look, Yuuri squeezed Victor's cheek in dissatisfaction, and made him turn to look at him.

"Look at me!" he demanded, "don't look at anyone else, look at me! . . . You can tell me, you know? You can tell me anything, all your secrets, I keep here . . . I am Your most loyal friend...I am...Do you like my sister or not!"

"I don't love her more than my sister," Viktor said, his chest aching from being poked with Yuuri's finger, and he grabbed Yuuri's hand and placed it on his own lap.

"Better like that," Yuuri said, "because you know..." He leaned into Victor's ear, "You're not her type! She likes blondes." He casually played with Victor's wig, leaning on his shoulder , too strong to drink.

"What about you?" Victor asked.

"Me? I think blond hair is fine," Yuuri said, "but I still like your hair...they're super soft and smelly...why cut it?" He leaned dreamily on Victor's shoulder , with his legs dangling wildly, playing with the ends of Victor's hair in his hands, and after a while, he let out a small, regular purring sound.

He fell asleep.

"You absolutely have to sleep with him once," Chris said. "This kid is so funny."

"Shut up you," Viktor said, and it seemed like a terrible insult to bring that up near him when Yuuri had just fallen asleep, his sleeping face defenseless like a child's.Chris shrugged, and Victor stood up.

"We're leaving," he said, putting Yuuri on the seat beside him so he could carry him on his back. "Good night - check out for me, thanks."

Chris made a bitter face. "You beast." He muttered, "Just do this to your wingman. Curse you." But Victor had already walked towards the exit, and he could only resign himself to his fate and said to the bartender Peter: "The two of them will pay for me."

"No problem," Peter replies, as dancer Samantha walks up and puts her arms around Chris.

"Want to dance, baby?"

"If it's still as good as it was, here's one," Chris said, and Samantha laughed.

"So they're a couple?" Samantha asked, motioning for Peter to pour her a drink too, and Chris snorted twice.

"Soon," he said, "just—oh, hell!" He paled suddenly. "I forgot to tell that fellow!"

"I forgot to tell him—never drink and have sex!"