[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

Mira's home is located at the easternmost end of the town, about fifteen streets away from the hotel where the two stayed.

When they parked the car in front of the house that should theoretically be their destination, Victor was speechless for a while.He poked his head out of the driver's window and surveyed the house for a while in the harsh ten o'clock sun.

"It looks right," he said, and Yuuri, who was sitting on the other end, tried to bend down to catch a glimpse of what Victor saw through the driver's window, when he found his head was almost resting on Victor's chest When it was on, it retracted its head like a tortoise that had been electrocuted in a laboratory.

He felt a little embarrassed, and there was silence in the carriage for a few minutes.Yuuri licked his lips.

"That..." he said embarrassedly, "I..."

Victor smiled indulgently.He reaches out and touches the back of Yuuri's head, and Yuuri's body vibrates, but he resists the urge to duck.He forced a smile, which Victor accepted.

"Yuuri." Just when Yuuri was about to open the car door, Viktor stopped him suddenly, one of Yuuri's legs had already stepped out, and he had to turn back, with one leg still sticking out of the door in an awkward position. "What's wrong?" He asked, his heart beating uncontrollably.

Don't say anything, don't say anything.He prayed in his heart, until I figured it out... Please don't say anything.

His relationship with Victor has changed forever - he has realized it from the moment he opened his eyes and realized that what happened last night was not a dream, and now the problem is: it has become what kind?And what should he do with it?And most importantly... what did Victor think of him?

He looked into Viktor's eyes - maybe it was all an illusion, but last night, for a moment, he swore he could see something different in those eyes - something else, nothing So many scruples and imprisoned feelings, like a flood of emotions.That could be...really?Or is it a hallucination caused by his wishful thinking?

Viktor's mouth opens and closes, and now Yuuri knows how soft it is, and as much as he tries to put those memories aside and not think about them, but, but…

But me and Victor... made love.No matter how hard he tries to clear his mind, the memory of last night will haunt him like a ghost in the old house, and it will become clearer and more disturbing, especially when Viktor obviously does not share his distress. At that time, the body and eye contact that he subconsciously rejected were all taken for granted in Victor's eyes-this inevitably made the balance in his heart swing from side to side, and he wondered how Victor looked at this matter.

Maybe it's not a big deal to Victor at all.There was an ugly little voice in his heart saying, who is it not to sleep with?

This idea can indeed explain many problems: Victor has had many lovers, and it may seem to him that it is very common for any two people to have a physical relationship.

Victor looked at him, and he looked at Victor. They looked at each other for a moment, and Victor seemed to have suddenly forgotten what he was going to say.

"No, it's all right," he said. "There's no rush."

Yuuri breathed a sigh of relief, but then Victor said abruptly, "We need to talk."

Yuuri choked on his own saliva, "...Of course." He said, not even daring to catch his breath, but Victor fell into deep thought after saying that, he could only sit in the passenger seat, like a Prisoners awaiting sentencing.

"But not now," Victor said again, "mission first."

Yuuri nodded silently, looking at Victor and trying to force a smile.

Viktor catches Yuuri's smile, blinks, and smiles himself.

Once he sees what the house looks like, Yuuri understands why Viktor can confirm it's Meera's home with just a glance: it looks like Meera's tent has something to do with Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit, only bigger No. [-], the house was built according to one’s inclinations, wooden boards of various colors were patched together, like a handmade quilt covering a poorly made house, and the garden was overgrown with weeds, as if no one had taken care of the lawn since it was sold. A scarecrow with a gaping mouth was pinned where the mailbox should have been, and a black metal cross stood on the steeple of the house.

The house looked like it was cursed.

"Are we on the set of American Horror Story?" Yuuri couldn't help but say, there was something like pig's blood splattered on the fence, and there was something painted on the walls of the house with red and white paint graphics.

"I think American Horror Story would be a bit more refined than this," Victor says. "Those phallus (tsk) penises aren't very well drawn." As soon as he said that, the rough line drawings suddenly became prominent Yuuri quickly looked away, and followed Victor out onto the porch.Victor was about to knock on the door.

"Before you knock," Yuuri said, tugging at the hem of Raviktor's shirt, "please...be nice."

Victor glanced at him with a smile, like he was joking, but said, "Okay, here you go." He rang the doorbell, but it didn't ring.The two exchanged a look, and Victor bent his fingers and knocked on the door with his knuckles.No one came to answer the door, he knocked three more times, still no one opened the door, the room was quiet.

"Maybe she's off to work," Yuuri said.Victor nodded.

"Stand here," he ordered, turning himself and heading towards the first floor window, doing so by stepping into thick, nearly a meter high grass, which looked dangerous, and Yuuri blocked his way way to go. "I'll be careful." As if seeing through Yuuri's worries, Viktor said softly, Yuuri hesitated, he took a step to the left, trying to get out of the way, but Viktor also took a step to his right at this time, The two of them stare at each other for a few seconds, then they snap together, Yuuri grumbles, and they take another step in the same direction—still looking at each other.

Victor laughed.

"You really don't want me to go, do you?" he said.Yuuri blushed.

"No." He muttered, and tried to get out of the way again. Victor didn't know whether it was intentional or not, and took a step in the same direction as him for the third time. when so close.Just then, Victor grabbed his arm and led him around in a circle.

"It's okay this time." He said lightly, "You stand here, I'll be right back." He touched Yuuri's face.This makes Yuuri even more confused about their situation, the night before seems to reset everything, he can't even remember how they used to get along, did they have so much awkward physical contact before?And it's completely unnecessary—

Just as he was in a daze, Victor had come back from the investigation.

"We've got to go in," was his first sentence. "There's a pipe that goes up to the second floor."

Yuuri opened his mouth wide. "This is trespassing!" he said, momentarily forgetting his troubles. "It's going to get you in trouble!"

"There's no one else in the house," Victor said, "Mira is at work, my sisters are at school, and there are three pairs of slippers in the hallway—the only one in the house is the foolish dad, who is sleeping soundly with a bottle of wine, come on Go." He looked at Yuuri convincingly, Yuuri has been softened by his eyes like this time and time again, this time will be no different, sometimes, he finds himself saying one thing and doing another - he Although he said that this was an illegal break-in, it was more like the fruit of legal education speaking through his body, and he himself, he himself was eager to take all the risks.

Inside their bodies lived two 12-year-old boys.From time to time, they are eager to run out and enjoy the thrill of an adventure regardless of the consequences.

"We just need to go to her room to look for it," Victor continued, "Maybe there are clues from Lilia, which is much more efficient than asking her directly, and if there is time, maybe water the succulents on her window sill -"

What else can Yuuri say besides nodding?He followed Victor to the bottom of the water pipe.

"You first," Yuuri said, and Victor shrugged nonchalantly.

"Look, learn a little bit." He said, rubbing his hands like an impulsive boy, and grabbed the bare water pipe.

Ten minutes later, the two of them are standing in Mira's room, breathless—mainly Yuuri, who has struggled to master the pipe-climbing skill, and Victor, by his own account, "It's like Cycling", no one can take away this ability after climbing once.

Yuuri looked around the bedroom—like a tent, it was full of Myra style, with colorless wallpaper, eclectic furniture arrangement, and interesting gadgets everywhere.

"This." Yuuri spotted the photo on the bedside table with sharp eyes, and he excitedly pushed Victor's sleeve. It was a photo of Mila in girlhood with a blonde middle-aged woman, and Victor glanced in the direction he pointed. , nodded.

"It's her," he said, "their relationship must be very close...our choice is right." He met Yuuri's puzzled eyes and explained, "There is a close and special bond between them, Mi La will not betray Lilia. In other words..." He picked up a stack of printing paper from Mira's desk and flipped through it, "She won't give us what we want, and it's useless to ask kindly."

The matter has come to this point, and it is useless to say anything else. Yuuri has always blindly trusted Victor's judgment. He didn't need Victor to give any more instructions, and he has already rummaged as quietly as possible. What can tell Where is their Lilia going?What is there in a girl's room in her 20s that could point to a mother-teacher?

"Victor!" Yuuri whispered, "Computer...can you guess her password?"

Viktor was opening a desk drawer with a hair clip, when he looked up and smiled at Yuuri, from his smile, Yuuri immediately realized that he had said something stupid again.

"Lilia's in her 60s," he reminded, "it's rare for people at this age to jump on the bandwagon anymore and use emails and texts to connect with people—see this." He opened the drawer, and Yuuri stared dumbfounded at him from He found a postcard among the piles of postcards, and he walked towards Victor excitedly, the wooden floor under his feet creaked loudly.Immediately afterwards, a savage curse came from the living room downstairs.

"Mira!" yelled Meera's father, "you goddamn—stupid girl—" he staggered toward the stairs, knocking down a lot of things along the way, "I should teach you a lesson you--"

Yuuri froze, and so did Viktor, and they both looked at each other with the same thought in their minds: Something bad happened.Mira's father was already plodding up the stairs, making a horrible stomping sound, and Yuuri felt his throat terribly dry, and he opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound, when Viktor grabbed his wrist and opened Mira's mouth. Ra's closet pushed him in, then he slipped in himself, and at the last second before Mira's father pushed the door open, he closed the closet door softly.

Well, now they stand in the dark.The bedroom door was slammed open less than a meter behind them, and Mira's father's roar sounded so close that it seemed to be right next to their ears: "Mira! Mira! Bastard, Where are you?" Yuuri didn't dare to move - the closet space was very small, they were submerged in a pile of dresses, his back was against the inner wall of the closet, even a little movement would inevitably make a sound, and as long as there was a little sound, They, two grown men, would be found in the closet of the furious man's daughter.Thinking about the trouble made him even more afraid to move, and at the same time, Viktor put his hands on the inner wall behind Yuuri - there was a lot of shoe boxes on the floor behind him, and he had to try to face forward He had to lean so as not to touch them, but it was unavoidable, and he was almost on Yuuri.

It was too dark in the closet, and the curtains were drawn in Mira's room, Yuuri couldn't see anything, he could only feel Victor's breath floating on his cheek - a hot, deep breath, with a unique smell of Victor , and a choking smell of nicotine, exactly the same smell as last night.This made him feel dizzy uncontrollably, and his legs went weak for a while.He grabbed the front of Victor's shirt, Victor moved silently, and put his other arm around his waist.His left leg slips between Yuuri's legs, brushing against Yuuri's inner thigh through his jeans.

"Hush..." Viktor's voice whispered in his ear, as soft as satin brushing against his eardrums, Yuuri shivered, and he felt his brain suddenly go blank—

"Wei——" he couldn't help but want to call Victor's name, he couldn't restrain his fascination, and it was difficult to distinguish the past from the present, all of this was exactly the same as last night, he couldn't tell the difference, as if he was still Living in last night, surrounded by Victor's breath, at the same time relieved and fearful——

Mira's father walked around the house twice, found no sign of his daughter, and left with heavy steps, sounding like an aging giant.Yuuri gripped Victor's shirt tightly, sweat beading from the tip of his nose. "I can..." He just said three words, but Victor suddenly lowered his head, a kiss in the dark, silently fell on Yuuri's lips, and then, it was deepened.Viktor found Yuuri's tongue familiarly and entangled it.

They kissed in the cramped and dark space, Yuuri's legs were weak, he felt the temperature in the closet rising, his and Viktor's body temperature were rising, he put his arms around Viktor's neck, and the saliva that he didn't have time to swallow went along The corners of his mouth dripped down.He couldn't bear to part the kiss, and maybe Victor couldn't bear it either, and whenever one of them wanted to stop, the other would catch up, teasing with the tip of his tongue and punishing with his teeth, so they continued to indulge in it.

Fifteen minutes later, the two of them got into the car again panting, their lips swollen.Both of them tried their best to avoid each other's eyes, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

"Here," Viktor was the first to break the silence, shaking the postcard in his hand, "it's from Lilia...postmarked...it'll help us..." He was out of breath, speaking incoherently, but Yuuri had figured it out.

But he didn't feel the long-lost excitement and anticipation.He had another thing on his mind:

At this point, neither he nor Victor could pretend that nothing had happened.