[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

Victor parks the car in front of an Italian restaurant and Yuuri looks at him puzzled.

"It's lunch time, dear." The driver said this lightly, and got out of the car first.Yuuri hurriedly followed behind him.

"Say," Yuuri asked as they stepped through the restaurant door, "should we speak to Mira?"

Viktor glanced at him, "Say what?" He asked back, "Is there anything that could save her from such misfortune and embarrassment?" Yuuri was silent, and once he recovered from the initial shock, he started Feeling heavy for the redheaded girl's troubles.

"Her father..." Yuuri said thoughtfully, "He seems like a terrible parent." He couldn't help but think of his family, his father, he was a man of small stature but very broad-minded, Whenever his friends and children said his jokes were not funny, he just laughed. Yuuri used to think that such a family was nothing special, but when he stepped out of his own small world, he found a pair of tolerant, loving, Kind-hearted parents are rare and precious.He and Victor are just passers-by in Babicheva's family, but how long will Mira live under such a burden?He felt heavy in his heart, even when Victor opened the menu and asked him what he wanted to eat, he didn't hear it.

"Hey," Victor said, crossing the table to take Yuuri's hand, the warmth of his palm making all the pores of Yuuri's body tingle: he had to take a deep breath to keep from shaking Viktor away.Victor looked at Yuuri with a worried look in his eyes. "We all have our problems," he said, "and we're all on our own."

"But Mira is a good person," Yuuri said, "she deserves better." He saw himself in Mira, who was more unfortunate than him. She once had a bright future, but she could only Choose to give up.

Victor's eyes were very gentle, as if he had the ability to read people's hearts. He said, "Are you thinking about what to do to help her?"

Yuuri is a little surprised, but he quickly accepts that most of his secrets are hidden from Viktor. "Yes," he said, feeling a little hot on his face, "but I don't know... How much do you think her parents owe?" He began to calculate his savings, the savings from working and scholarships over the years... …with a deduction because the lease on the apartment is about to expire and he needs to save some money to renew the lease, but if he takes out the rest and sells the motorcycle…

"Do you think those gangsters haven't taken money out of their hands over the years?" Victor asked, "I believe she has paid off the loan long ago, but they just don't want her to live in peace, it has nothing to do with money. Doesn't matter." He made a good point, but it made Yuuri's mood swing again just because he might be able to help.

"Then what?" he asked, blushing at his ignorance—he was like a blind man living in an ivory tower, and Victor, Victor knew everything, the gap was discouraging, maybe There's an unbridgeable gap between him and Victor, and it's not something that can be filled with the grades.

"For her? The best way is to leave," Victor said, "but I don't think her father would want to—did you notice that there are still pictures of her mother on the walls of the kitchen and living room? He still Hopeful, thinking she'll come back. So, it's a dead end." He closed the menu, ready to ask the wait staff to order. "There are a lot of unfortunate people in this world, Yuuri."

Yuuri opened his mouth, then closed it again.Victor was right, of course, that he wasn't in a position to help all the less fortunate, but was he going to just leave like this, and know that a girl was left behind, in the mire, and did nothing?He felt that he needed to organize his thoughts before speaking, but at this moment, an arm wrapped around his neck from the side, hugging him tightly outwards, and he bumped into a bosom filled with tobacco-scented perfume inside.

"Good morning!" said a breezy baritone, "isn't this my favorite little dancer, did you sleep well last night—oh Victor, sorry, didn't see you there."

Yuuri's glasses are knocked sideways, "K-Chris!" he yells, and Chris is sitting next to him in a leopard-print shirt and golden-brown blazer, grinning eight teeth out!Hearing Yuuri's cry, he took off his sunglasses and winked.

"Hi, Yuuri!" Chris greeted cheerfully, "I'm so happy to see you're still alive, because you were so high last night, I was a little worried that you'd..."

This is definitely not an illusion, Chris's attitude towards him is much more enthusiastic than last night, when they met last night, all his attention was on Victor, but today, he seems to be more interested in Yuuri, which makes Yuuri Feeling confused.He looked at Victor as if asking for help, and Victor gave him a look of helplessness.

"What's your business?" Victor cleared his throat, "Chris?"

"Nothing, nothing," Chris said nonchalantly, "Hey, what are you doing, I heard the lasagna here is worth trying!"

"That... Mr. Giacometti?" Yuuri whispered, "Could you first... please..." Chris's arm was so heavy that it hurt his neck - Victor often used this unconsciously He hugged him in this position, but he had never felt this uncomfortable before, and he was sure that Victor's muscles would only be stronger than Chris's - he was crazy, and Chris hugged him even tighter.

"Oh come on!" Chris said enthusiastically, "I'm now your number one fan since last night's show!"

"...What performance?" As soon as he finished speaking, Victor, who was sitting opposite him and had been resting his chin with interest to watch him throbbing, suddenly changed his expression, and he sat up straight.

"Yuuri," he asked, "you don't remember?"

"Remember what?"

"Wow," Chris said, with an eye-opening look of excitement, "you lived up to your reputation! You danced, baby. On a table in front of the whole saloon." Yuuri's eyes widened, feeling a wave of panic .

"On the table?????" He yelled, thinking of the small square table with steel pipes, he felt a burst of collapse in his heart, "I, I..." He looked at Victor helplessly, and Victor's expression was a little bit Helpless, but also a little unclear sense of loss.Yuuri immediately decides to keep his mouth shut.

"You jumped," Victor said.

"But I didn't drink!"

"Obviously, the locally produced orange soda is actually high-alcohol orange wine." Victor said dryly, "That means people here don't drink anything else." Chris whistled.He looks at Yuuri, then at Victor.

"We should settle here," he says to Viktor, "you and me." He takes a look at Yuuri and adds, "And Yuuri."

Yuuri doesn't want to be piggybacked at a time like this, his ears burning.At the same time, Victor let out an indifferent "hmm".

"Stop wishful thinking," he said grimly, obviously thinking elsewhere, just because Chris was there to make it difficult for him to speak, and he frowned at Yuuri, like Yuuri said something wrong or did something Things bothered him a lot.Not only was Chris not shocked, but he grinned.

There's an air of aloofness between them, Yuuri is sensitively aware of, and it makes him feel like he has hundreds of little bugs gnawing at his heart.He tried to change the subject: "Why is no one ordering?"

"Because it's a cafeteria, you two little fools," Chris said affectionately, "Yuuri, honey, help me, get me a cocktail? It's right there against the wall, and I With a hangover, it's hard to walk."

Yuuri had no choice but to stand up, feeling like he was being distracted—Victor frowned as Chris scurried to his side.

"Yuuri," he said, "you don't have to…"

"Oh look at you, you're not good!" Chris yelled loudly, "You can't bear to dominate the child, it will spoil the child! Go Yuuri and get some meatball spaghetti!"

Yuuri replied vaguely, "Okay..."

Without waiting for Victor to say anything else, Yuuri turned around quickly and left, although he didn't want to look like a jealous boyfriend or something, but Chris and Victor had known each other for a long time, and they had a relationship with each other. And it's a past that Yuuri hasn't shared, and if they want to talk alone, Yuuri finds himself not knowing how to have the audacity to stay.Worst of all, he found himself in no position to do what he wanted: he and Victor were nothing, and no one would think that sleeping together gave them power over each other.

It took him several minutes to find a spot at the buffet table, and when you can't stop thinking about the guy you like having an intimate chat with someone who might be his ex-boyfriend, you can find yourself more than you normally would. Also dull.As he took out a white porcelain mug and poured coffee, he wondered how he could go back and listen to what they were talking about—every few seconds he would spit on himself, but then he couldn't help but continue Let the jealousy creep in, and then go on beating yourself up: because Chris seems like a pretty good guy.

In the end, he couldn't bear this kind of suffering anymore. He found a large tray and put the cocktail and coffee that Chris asked for together, and decided to go back no matter what he said-but he couldn't continue to get along with Victor in such a muddle. Now, he needs to stop guessing and go straight to Victor and find out how he sees himself, what is their relationship like now?No matter what he said, it was much more comfortable than such a constant guess.

He walked around the table and returned to his seat as fast as he could, his hands shaking nervously, and the clear surface of the cocktail rippled in circles.Their location was very remote, tightly blocked by a screen planted with tall potted plants, and neither Victor nor Chris noticed his approach.

"So what?" Chris asked, "How bad is it?"

Victor didn't speak, he just sighed.

"I...I can't tell," he said, with a hesitation that Yuuri hadn't heard before. "I don't know. It's bad, I think."

Chris pauses, and suddenly Yuuri sees his lips drooping and shrugging.

"You don't know much about the species of 'virgin'." Chris said, "The first time was a disaster, and slowly..." His words stabbed Yuuri's heart like a needle point.He put the tray on the ground, trying to hide his figure better.His heart was beating like a drum, but he still didn't understand where the sourness in his heart, as if being splashed with sulfuric acid, came from.

"It's not like that," Victor said, "I'm not...I mean...I don't know." He said, "I drank too much, I was... very hopeless, I was a little bit of a dead end."

"I don't want to say this, but I still have to say, I told you not to drink and have sex!"

"I'm not..." Victor's voice sounded weak, "When did you say that?"

"I...Of course I said it." Chris said, "You never listen to me! Let me tell you what you have suffered so much!"

They both fell silent for a moment, and Yuuri behind the screen found his palms were sweaty, rubbing his hands on his pants.For a moment, he felt like his heart was going to jump out of his throat.At this moment, Victor's voice suddenly sounded again.

"He's not..." He paused, "He's not the Yuuri I knew anymore. I... I broke down last night, and I don't know how else to make it up to him."

After a while, Yuuri realized that he had rushed into the innermost partition of the bathroom at some point, and his heart fell straight from his throat and fell to his feet.He was cold and trembling.He sat on the toilet seat, covering his face in embarrassment.

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath—he kept saying to himself, it's okay, at least he figured out Victor's attitude, didn't he?But what about that feeling of being betrayed, of being lied to?He felt as if he had returned to the summer when he was 15 years old. He felt ashamed and wronged.What was it that made Viktor feel—that he had to make it up to Yuuri at all costs?

Hell, Phichit, shouldn't have listened to you.

He could no longer restrain the inferiority and sadness in his heart—he buried his face in his hands, and wept silently.