[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

When the car passed the Birch town's boundary marker, the rain poured down, and Yuuri knew that the happy memories of him and Victor were also left behind.

So what's so strange about it?What's the point of sharing some stolen time between two people who were destined to part ways years ago?Yuuri huddled himself into a small ball, leaning against the car window.The heavy rain pattered on the window glass, and the whole world was blurred and submerged, leaving only this little jeep driving towards the ending without looking back.

"It's raining heavily." Chris said without words, "Isn't it?"

It was Viktor he was asking, and Yuuri squeezed himself even tighter, feeling like there was a fire burning in his stomach.

Victor didn't answer him, so Chris continued to suggest: "How about, let's play the game of 'what did my little eyes see'! I will come first?" This proposal sounds very ridiculous, because even if you try your best, In such weather conditions, only two wipers can be seen constantly swinging back and forth, tirelessly trying to clear a line of sight.The vehicles in front and the bushes on both sides of the road have become huge, swaying blocks of color.

Yuuri closed his eyes, but he heard Chris calling him again.

"Gummy bears?" he says, handing over a handful of colorful gummy bears, and Yuuri shakes his head, struggling to keep the dizziness from climbing up his stomach and up his esophagus.His hands and feet felt cold and his teeth chattered.Chris looked him over carefully.

"Your complexion is not very good." He said, "Victor, do you think his complexion is not very good?"

Viktor's eyes meet Yuuri's in the rearview mirror and look away immediately.

"Don't bother him." Victor said, his tone a little cold, "Eat yours."

"Oh come on!" Chris said, "why the long faces? I'm looking forward to having some fun with you guys."

Victor glanced at him, but said nothing.Yuuri pressed his stomach, but also remained silent, as if a game of "who will speak first" was going on in the car, but the "fun" element was missing, which made people feel very depressing.

Even Chris felt hopeless.

"Okay." He said, turned up the volume of the jazz, wrapped his coat tightly and leaned back, he closed his eyes, "I will be quiet and not disturb your meditation."

He was snoring quickly, and Yuuri was starting to feel dazed from the discomfort of motion sickness and his agitation—but not the good kind, he was tired, after all he hadn't gotten much rest the day before, but Every time he closed his eyes, there was a jerk inside his body, and the tremendous weightlessness forced him to wake up, as if his body was resisting unconscious, lethargic sleep—and the sound on the stereo The jazz didn't help either, and Yuuri wondered how Chris fell asleep, wishing he was in the same mood, but then again, who's to blame?Chris is doing nothing, and anyone who is as conscious of what he's done and feels a deep sense of self-loathing as Yuuri is going to suffer from this moment.

When he lost consciousness for the last time, he turned off the stereo with one hand, Yuuri didn't have time to feel grateful, his thoughts had already slid towards the dark abyss, accompanied by the sound of raindrops beating on the car window and the bumping of the wheels, he fell asleep caught.

When he woke up, he found himself alone in the car.The engine was not turned off, and the small poodle pendant hanging on the rearview mirror kept vibrating slightly.The rain had subsided a bit, and there was a layer of fog on the car windows—the heater was turned on at some point in the car.Yuuri found himself covered in a very ugly blue velvet coat, and it smelled like a very powdery perfume.Even though he knew it was wrong to dislike it, the warmth it provided was protecting Yuuri's body just a moment ago, but now that he's awake, the strong smell of the perfume has been drilled into his nostrils, and he can't help but slap sneeze.

This made people recall the smell on Victor more clearly, like—like a conditioned reflex, the first voice in his head said: Victor smells so much better, he--

He smells like flowers blooming on cliffs by the sea.Sometimes with a bit of...tobacco bitterness.

Yuuri sits up, dazedly trying to organize his thoughts, and is startled when he sees Viktor's close, enlarged features and his soft lips flashing through his mind.He threw away the coat in a panic, and rushed out of the narrow carriage with a scramble.

It was still raining, he noticed, but it was much lighter than when they first left Baihua Town. You'll find yourself drenched.Yuuri looked around blankly - where did the others go?

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.

"Hey," Chris said, slipping out of nowhere under a ladylike parasol that couldn't cover him at all, like it was borrowed from the set of Gone with the Wind, his shoulders were exposed in the rain, wet Thoroughly. "You're awake, Mr. Sleeping Beauty."

Yuuri dazes for a few seconds at what he's called, Viktor called himself that too, he thinks, before realizing that he sounds like a lovelorn emotional woman makes his cheeks burn and he clears his throat.

"Where is this? Where's Victor?"

"Ooooooh - slow down," Chris said, pulling out a plastic bottle from his pocket and handing it to him. The label said "Digestive Tablets" and had a piggy drawn in a very cute cartoon character, " This one is for you, and let me see..." He was wearing a long khaki trench coat with big pockets, he dug out for a while, took out a can of black tea, stuffed them into Yuuri's hand, and touched It's still hot when you stand up - the convenience store at the rest stop sometimes provides this service to some elderly passers-by.

Yuuri lowered his head and fiddled with these things. After a long while, he asked, "Why?"

"Didn't you eat too much?" Chris said, "You look bad, eat, eat!" He seemed very persistent, so Yuuri had to unscrew the digestive tablet and eat one.

"Three pills." Chris reminded, "What do you think of me, an old and dim-eyed grandma? Eat them all, young man." Yuuri had to take two more pills, "Now drink some tea." Chris Say, "Is it still hot? It was just given to me—I mean it was still hot when I bought it."

"Hot." Yuuri said, the overly sweet boiling black tea fell down his esophagus into his stomach, warming his limbs, and he felt alive, "Where is this?"

"Rest stop." Chris replied, "Do you want to go to the bathroom? The road conditions are too bad, and I don't know when we will meet at the next rest stop."

Yuuri nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude at the thought that the coat he was wearing should belong to Chris as well. "Where's Victor?" he asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, where did it go?" Chris rubbed his chin and said, "Maybe he didn't want to disturb the world of the two of us and quit-I'm kidding." Yuuri's face-though he didn't realize it-immediately It became pale and pale, which startled Chris, "He went to smoke, and he will be back in a while."

It is still unbelievable to link Victor with cigarettes, even if you have seen it with your own eyes.Yuuri was silent for a while, sipping his tea, the temperature of the tin can dissipated so quickly, it was almost cold when he got to the bottom - he didn't know how long he slept, but Chris must have worn it close to his body Only on his body can he ensure that it is still hot when it is delivered to him. Thinking of this, he felt that the sense of resistance and distance between him and this weird man disappeared miraculously—he used to think that Chris was a very strange person. But now it seems that his character is not as perverse as his behavior, but rather humane.

——Looking at it this way, it wouldn’t be surprising if the person Victor liked was him.

"I'm going to the toilet." Yuuri muttered, walking towards the rest stop.Chris asks loudly behind him if he wants an umbrella, and Yuuri refuses—it's one thing to think Chris is nice, but quite another to have him play a Disney princess together.

The entire rest station was empty. In this weather, most people still decided to stay at home instead of going out like they did.Yong walked out of the bathroom after using the bathroom, a gust of cold wind blew through his teeth and made his teeth chatter, the leaves rattled and trembled, his vision was gray and had the texture of a horror movie, as if a monster would pop out of nowhere in the next second. Like zombies.He wanted to get back into the car right away, but he saw Victor standing beside the car from a distance, together with Chris, two tall men squeezed under a small umbrella for some reason, looking a little funny.The two of them seemed to be talking, Yuuri paused, turned and walked towards the convenience store.

Five minutes later, Chris finds Yuuri between the shelves. "You're here!" he said, "it's hard to find-aha what is this?" His attention was drawn to the magazine shelf, and he opened a magazine with bikini beauties on the cover and read, Yuuri Grabbing what she wanted to buy, she pulled the magazine out of Chris' hand as she passed.Chris looked angry.

"Hey! I'm about to find out what Aniston's secret to puffiness is!"

"I treat you." Yuuri replied briefly, "You can explore slowly."

Chris smiled. "Katsuki Yuuri," he said, stroking the stubble on his chin, clutching the little pink lace umbrella with his other hand, "I like you."

"Thanks." Yuuri said, giving him a smirk.

"You're welcome," Chris said, "Can I buy another vogue? I want to see my horoscope."

Yuuri looks at him, feeling the urge to be amused by him, and grabs a vogue. "Of course," he replied. "Any more? Another Fireman's Calendar?"

"Wow you're so cute," Chris said, "that's what it's like to be with you! I can sort of understand..."

Yuuri walked towards the cashier, he put these things on the counter, and the freckled cashier who was not in his twenties began to scan slowly. "It's fifteen dollars in total," he says, and Yuuri pulls out his wallet, opening it with a stab of pain in his heart—he remembers that he's thrown away the photo of Victor.

"What's wrong?" Chris asked, throwing two more packs of star candies on the counter, the cashier gave Yuuri a look for instructions, Yuuri nodded, Chris' smile deepened, and he took Yuuri's arm , "I like you," he reiterated, "You're so interesting—do you have younger siblings?"

"No," Yuuri said, "I only have one older sister."

"Oh!" Chris said, watching Yuuri take the plastic bag, "what's going on?"

"what?"

"It's just..." Chris gestures vaguely, and Yuuri pulls out something he bought—a packet of cookies—and hands it to him. "I'm not hungry," Chris said.

"I know," Yuuri says, "It's for… for Viktor. You give it to him." He adds, and Chris raises an eyebrow.

"You want me, take it to Victor, want me." He said with confirmation, "I guess, is it better not to say that you gave it?"

Yuuri faltered and shook his body twice. "Please." He whispered, and Chris compromised, with a helpless expression on his face.

"Okay, but you know it's a huge sacrifice!" He emphasized, "It's not something a magazine can make up for. You owe me a big one."

"Okay." Yuuri replied without thinking, and they walked to the door, the automatic door swung open, and Chris held up that ridiculous little umbrella.

"Come on," he says, but Yuuri hesitates.

"I still want to go to the bathroom." Yuuri said, "You go first. Give him the biscuit." After he finished speaking, he stuffed the things into Chris's arms, turned and ran away.

Victor was leaning against the car with a cigarette dangling from his mouth—this was his second pack of cigarettes in a few hours—his bangs were wet and sticking to the side of his face in strands.He watched as Chris walked towards him, took out a packet of cookies and threw it to himself.

"Here," he said. "Didn't you have lunch?"

Victor is a little surprised—Chris isn't the type to care if other people eat or not, and that's usually—that's usually what Yuuri cares about.He picked up the biscuit and took a look. It was a brand he liked when he was a child. It had a strong cheese flavor and was a little sweet.He stubbed out the cigarette butt and threw it in the trash, opened the biscuit, and it didn't taste as good as he remembered, probably because there was no one to share it with.

He ate one, and then another.

"Oh slow down," Chris said, "Are you that hungry?"

Victor said nothing, hungry?If your heart is hurting like hell, who cares about being hungry, he just desperately needs to do something mechanically, he is already pumping too hard, his hands are shaking.

"You drive," he said, continuing to eat the biscuit.

Chris shrugged and agreed.Victor hesitated again and asked, "Yuuri..."

"It's all right," Chris said. "Live and frisky, come on, it's probably not my thing, but did you two fight?"

Victor was silent for a while, he wanted to smoke again.

"Well, noisy." He replied.

"...It's over? Tell me more." Chris said, "Why?"

Victor didn't speak for a while.

"I don't know—that doesn't matter," he said. "It's my fault—I was wishful thinking."

Chris let out an "ah", and Victor's expression was indifferent, and he couldn't see how sad it was, but it made the onlookers feel sad from the bottom of their hearts.

"I'm sorry," he said, "you two didn't make it—he's a nice guy, I've found... he's kind of... pampered." Victor chuckled.

"He's like that to everyone," Victor said. "I just... I get the illusion sometimes that I'm special."

Chris sighed, and he took a cookie.

"Then why are you continuing?" he asked. "Isn't it good to go home? The atmosphere was so embarrassing just now!"

"This is very important to me," Victor said, looking Chris straight in the eyes, "I have to finish it, so—" He sounded very serious, which made Chris hold back his smile, "You don't Trying to mess it up, I mean it."

Chris laughed. "What am I doing!" he said.But Victor didn't laugh.

"I know why you are here." He said, "You, it happens to be you, just now, appearing here... I will never be so stupid as to think it is a coincidence."

The smile faded from Chris's face, and the two of them stared at each other for a moment.His expression became serious.

"I won't, buddy," he says, kind of complaining, "what do you think of me?" Viktor's face flickers, more relaxed.

"One more thing, I didn't want to say." Chris said suddenly, took another biscuit, he chewed, waiting to attract Victor's attention, until Victor stared at him for a long time, he said: " I didn't buy the cookies."

Victor opened his mouth, but was suddenly speechless.

"Spit it out." He said firmly, "You spit it out!"

"No!" Chris laughed loudly, "This is the price you pay for not trusting me. Where are the car keys?" He began to touch Victor's pocket, and at this moment, Victor, who was originally relaxed, suddenly stood up straight.

He turned to see Katsuki Yuuri standing there, hair and shoulders wet, glasses in hand, looking at them without saying a word.

Then, without saying a word, he opened the rear door and got in.