[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

Victor sat behind a long table in the dining room, visibly in a good mood.

For a while, he tapped the table with his fingers to the rhythm of the music, for a while he leaned back on the soft sofa back, and for a while he raised his legs to play with his mobile phone... Chris sitting opposite him was full of confusion.

"Let me tell you," he cleared his throat, "that note..."

"Why hasn't Yuuri come back yet?" Viktor said with his hand on his chin, tilting his head.Chris shivered with chills all over his body.

"You make me nauseous," he muttered. "I'd like some aspirin."

Victor cupped his chin with both hands and smiled brightly at him.

"I'm in a good mood now," he said, "so I don't care about it with you."

"Don't follow me..." Chris seemed to be tongue-tied, "Forget it, where is your boy? Is he going to move the whole dining table to you? Don't tell me he might do that!" See When Victor showed a thoughtful expression, he yelled.

Victor shrugged. He was about to speak, but the phone screen lit up before him, indicating that there was an email.

"Aha," he called briskly, "It's done." He raised his head to see Chris's expression, and explained, "I've booked the French restaurant in Blue Crow Town."

"Oh, how romantic!" Chris said in a sweet voice, "but you don't have to, you know I don't like French food..."

The two friends smirked at each other, and Victor stood up, slipping his phone into his trouser pocket.

"I'm going to find my boy." He announced proudly, "I won't waste my life with you."

"Go away," Chris replies, "I'll just sit here and admire that sexy ass of the dishwasher." He raises his eyebrows, and Victor sits in a puke position, turns and walks away.

Later, he thought that this optimism was really too blind—he actually thought that love really cleared the fog and waved to him at this moment.

Victor doesn't find Yuuri near the dining table.It was almost noon at this time, and the number of tourists who came to brunch with sparse footsteps became more and more. Victor walked through two old couples who were arguing endlessly, and asked the restaurant manager: "Hey buddy, do me a favor, do you have any questions?" I haven't seen a boy of this height," he gestured, "Asian, very good-looking, and wearing a pair of cute glasses?"

The manager with his shiny back hair and two moustache took a look at him.

"'Very good-looking,' huh? Everyone's opinion is different," he said dryly, "but only one Asian boy ever came, went to the bathroom—hey wait, are you Eastern European?" His His expression suddenly became suspicious, his small eyes narrowed.

"Me? No, not at all, I was born in Equatorial Guinea." Victor said casually, "Which direction is the bathroom?"

The restaurant manager still looked unconvinced.

"Turn left and go to the end." He said, "What is that on your face, is it a scar, bro?"

But Victor didn't answer his question.He just made a hasty gesture of thanks, and was about to turn around quickly, at this moment, he bumped into someone.

"Ouch!" The man yelled, and Victor's heart was filled with joyful confetti, and he was so happy that he grabbed the man's arm.

"Yuuri!" he says, "I've been looking for you for a long time"—not long, actually, but he feels like he's been separated from Yuuri for a century.He lowered his head and looked at him carefully—now he can finally admit it boldly without hiding it—his sweetheart, Yuuri, didn't wear glasses, his bangs were wet, his chin was dripping, and his chest It was even soaked in a large area.

"What happened?" Victor asked. "Did it fall in the pool?"

"No," Yuuri says, muttering and throwing up his hands to put his glasses on, fogging up the lenses and making him look a little silly, and Viktor laughs and takes his glasses off again.

"Give it back to me!" Yuuri's reaction was unexpectedly violent, and he began to reach out and try to snatch his glasses back.

"Unless you tell me what's wrong." Viktor said, faint concern spreading, he bent over, trying to meet Yuuri's eye level, who avoided him, "Your eyes are a little red...are you crying? Why? What happened?"

"It's okay!" Yuuri replied, his voice high-pitched as if trying to hide something, "It's the broth that splashed in my eye, yes, that's it." He said, lifting his face, "So I washed my face Are you waiting for me?" He spoke quickly, trying to bypass Victor and go back to the dining table as he spoke, but Victor grabbed him and walked to an empty aisle.

"Is it really all right?" Victor asked, "Let me see." He said and put his hand on Yuuri's chin, but Yuuri immediately slapped his hand away violently.

"It's really all right." He said in a panic, "Don't do this..." He glanced left and right in panic, looking helpless as a frightened bird because of blurred vision.He tried his best to avoid contact with Viktor, which made Viktor immediately think that they hadn't had such intimate contact since that closet kiss, and maybe Yuuri was shy.

"Okay, okay." Victor said, his voice slowed down, "Is it okay if I don't move?" Yuuri looked like he wanted to leave again, and Victor said again, "I want to tell you about Mira."

This caught Yuuri's attention briefly.

"Well," he stopped hiding, and frowned, "I'm also thinking... I don't know how much she owes? I saved a little money..."

"It's definitely not as much as you think about it." Victor said, glad that he and Yuuri agreed in one way and solved the problem before him, "She was here just now, I gave her a check .”

Yuuri stared blankly at Victor, as if he didn't realize it.

"Ah...ah?" he said. "When?"

"Just now."

"What about her?"

"Let's go." Victor said, "She also asked me to give you a..." He suddenly leaned down, quickly held Yuuri's chin, and pressed a kiss on the side of his cheek.Yuuri opens his mouth wide, and then his eyes fire with rage, and his face flushes red.

He pushed Victor away, almost pushing him back.

"You..." He looked incredibly surprised, covering his cheek as if Victor had slapped him, and shouted, "Can you please stop doing this!"

“Yuuri…” Viktor is surprised, a few hours ago, they were kissing in the closet, and the danger of being caught at any time didn’t lessen the spark that made people blush, but they didn’t have to It's—Viktor knew that kiss wasn't just infatuation, he could almost hear Yuuri's heartbeat saying the same thing as himself.

eager.

So what happened now?

The two of them stared at each other for a moment.

"Yuuri?" Viktor said, trying to pull on a smile, "Okay, I'm sorry for the sudden attack, and I'll never—okay? Are you mad?"

Yuuri looks more than just angry, he's literally surrounded by anger - he takes a deep breath and smiles as he tries to suppress the urge to yell.This expression is distorted.

"I haven't," he said. "Where's the Mira?"

"She's gone," Victor said. "There's a lot going on at home...what's the matter?" He laughed. "Do you really want to say goodbye to her?"

Yuuri looked at him with an incomprehensible look in his eyes, and after a few seconds passed, Yuuri said, "Ah... yes. I want to say goodbye in person."

Victor blinked, his smile a little hard to maintain, "I'm sorry," he said, "I didn't know 'Say goodbye in person' was so important to you..." There was a little flame of jealousy growing in him - not before Do you think Yuuri ever had any kind of male-female appreciation for Mira?Why all of a sudden...

"That's okay," he said, driven by jealousy, he suddenly felt very insecure at the moment, "You can send her a postcard or something later—what's the matter, are you still angry?" He He reached out again to grab Yuuri's hand, but was waved away decisively.

"I just..." Yuuri hesitated, "I think she's nice..."

When he first arrived in Birch, Victor did want to help Yuuri out with Mira, but that was before that night of obsession, and that kiss.He swallowed.

"But you don't need that now, do you?" Viktor said, Yuuri looked at him inexplicably, and he continued, "You have...you know...you have me? We..."

Yuuri lowered his head in silence, and it made Viktor's heart pound suddenly—as if it had fallen into his stomach.

"I know we haven't had a good discussion yet," he said hurriedly, desperately needing Yuuri to confirm something because he was uneasy, "but I think since we... something should be different... Yuuri..."

"That was a mistake," Yuuri said suddenly, and Viktor thought he had heard it wrong, and he stared blankly at Yuuri, who lowered his head, leaving only the top of his head stubborn and unfeeling.

Something is wrong.Victor's first reaction was this.But he couldn't show that forced, relaxed smile anymore.

Something is wrong.Before he knew it, someone gently turned the track of the train that he was heading towards happy ending to another direction.

"I... I don't understand." Victor said, "Don't you like it?" He blinked, feeling the pain of being insulted and wronged eating at his heart.Yuuri avoided his eyes.

"I..." he said, "That was a mistake." Before Victor could speak, he said immediately: "I drank too much, and you drank too much. It's hard to tell, but I hope Let's stop talking about it."

"I don't understand," Victor said, feeling like a sinking man, surrounded by sand instead of water, "I don't...you don't..."

"I'm sorry I gave you the wrong signal," Yuuri said, "I don't know what I did to make you feel…"

Make you feel like you have a possibility with me.Victor automatically completed the sentence for him in his mind.Yuuri was just too kind to complete the sentence.

Everything is understood now.

There is no track leading to happy ending at all. There are many roads in front of him, but there is only one ending.

It's just Victor's wishful thinking.

"So, you're saying," Victor said, "we pretend nothing happened? We're just... just going to be friends?"

"I'm not friends with you," Yuuri said, "We never were friends. I'm just your little sidekick, your safe haven, because you think being with anyone else is too complicated, too dangerous, and they all want it from you things, so you dare not have more contact with them! Only I am the safest, only I am the most harmless, right?"

"No." Viktor defended weakly, but the same suspicion once sounded in his heart, he always kept recalling the past, trying to distinguish whether he beautified it, but no, as long as he returned to Yuuri, All questions are no longer questions, but ridiculous delusions, he is attracted to Yuuri, he likes the abundance of love and vitality in Yuuri, of course he feels safest and most harmless around Yuuri, but that's because of Yuuri Just like another himself, who would feel dangerous in front of him? "I'm not... please don't think of me that way... Yuuri..."

"I wasn't your friend before, and I'm not now, and I won't be in the future." Yuuri said, "So you don't have to try your best to please me and keep me, Victor, the world is big, I want to love you and be for you There are many people who give and obey you, but you just don’t want to test it.” At the end of his talk, Victor felt that there was pity in his eyes.

"It's not like that..." Victor said, "I... I love you, and you love me, don't you? You put my photo in your wallet, and you..."

Yuuri took out his wallet, took out the photo and stuffed it into Victor's hand, Victor couldn't dodge, his hand hangs down weakly, and the photo fell to the ground.

"Return it to you." He said, "Satisfied?"

At that moment, the two of them almost turned against each other.

"I never loved you," Yuuri said, "I loved a fiction, I loved a little girl in my fantasy, and now I'm grown up."

Viktor looked down at the photo, and he was so small in the photo that he couldn't be seen from this distance.

It turns out that this is the truth.Yuuri never loved him, everything last night was just the effect of alcohol, once the alcohol sobered up, the window screen covering the cold reality was mercilessly pierced.

He was so sad that he actually laughed.

"I understand." After he finished speaking, he turned and left without looking back.