[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

The rest of the breakfast is spent listening to Chris babble, criticizing Yuuri for quietly offering his share of the bacon to Victor, and at the same time, very much for Victor's audacity. Anger, even as the pair poured him more fresh, steaming bacon afterwards, didn't shut him up.

Chris was more confident as he ate the delicious bacon.

"Are you right? Say it yourself!" he said, and he took a bite of the candied poached egg out of righteous indignation, and the bright yellow egg liquid flowed out and dripped onto his rose red shirt. Victor showed a suppressed smile, He covered his mouth. "What do I need most right now? Support! And what have you guys done? This is shameful betrayal!"

His loud voice could be heard throughout the restaurant, and people kept turning around to see the face of the protagonist of this drama. They must have thought that there was some emotional dispute here, Yuuri shrugged his shoulders in embarrassment .

"Stop yelling," he pleaded, "I promise I won't do it again."

Chris snorts, "What about him?" he asks, pointing at Victor, "I didn't hear his promise—or are you just representing the two of you?" Dare to look at Victor's face. "Of course not..." he said dully.

"I promise I'll never do it again," Victor said with sincerity. "Forgive me—I'd love to be part of an anti-Beyonce organization."

"Talking like it's true," Chris muttered, but his face looked a lot better, and Yuuri hurried to get him a glass of peach champagne—once three glasses of wine were down, Chris put all the grudges on the table the back of the head.

"So what are we going to do today?" he asks, sounding a little drunk, and Yuuri looks at him worriedly, Chris is too drunk, right?He glances warily at Victor, who is propping his head on his hands and looking at Chris sideways.

After a while, Victor said, "Are you still following us?" Sounding surprised, Yuuri couldn't help but let out a laugh from his nose, and he quickly pretended to be coughing after eating too many pecans.Victor glanced at him quickly from the corner of his eye, with a childish complacency on his expression.

"Listen to what you're saying!" Chris exclaimed, taking a panoramic view of the two people's small movements, but he didn't make any relevant comments. On the contrary, he pretended to be ignorant of the easing of the relationship between the two, "Victor Nikiforov, touch your conscience - you want to meet the last ballet legend of the twentieth century without your best friend?"

"My best friend is Yuuri," Victor says, which makes Yuuri's heart skip a beat, is he serious?Or is it just running on Chris?If he's serious, doesn't that mean—that the damage caused by Yuuri's words yesterday has been healed, and he's not angry anymore?Thinking of this, Yuuri couldn't help but look up at Victor hopefully, hoping to find some clues on his face.

But there's nothing wrong with the playful smile on Viktor's face, and he doesn't even give Yuuri a second look.This made Yuuri start to suspect that he had strayed too far—Victor was just saying it casually, a like-minded friend is closer than a childhood playmate who hasn't been in touch for a few months, of course.

The quickest way is of course to ask Victor face to face, but "Are you still angry?" Such words seem to be full of hypocrisy and hypocrisy, and a part of him doesn't seem to think that what he said is all anger - he has been With this feeling: Victor doesn't miss their time together because Yuuri is so funny, but because Yuuri makes him feel safe and relaxed; Victor is actually very sensitive and can see the emotions and thoughts of others clearly , he is always looking for another person who is highly consistent with his soul, but it is inevitable to hit a wall and get hurt in the process, so he prefers to stay with a safe person before making sure that person has appeared.

There is nothing wrong with this, everyone has the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, just like a person may have the courage to touch the flames when he was a baby, but after being burned a lot, he learned to stay away from this dancing orange light ball.But Yuuri just wasn't sure how much heartache he could take: just being with Victor and knowing he might have someone he liked was like putting his heart in a blender, and he wasn't sure he could Can it always maintain the "safe" image that Victor needs?After all—he's been away from that goofy Yuuri who just runs after Victor and wants to give him delicious jelly for too long.He is no longer a selfless child, but an adult with a lot of selfishness.

But if you don't say anything, just bite the bullet until the end-sounds simple, but it's embarrassing when you think about it-it seems very inappropriate, because it's not what he really wants to say goodbye to Victor The way he used it: panic, bewildered, driven, this is not what he wants.This is exactly how he said goodbye to dancing.

Dilemma.

He stared at the carnations in the vase on the table in a daze, and listened to Victor and Chris bickering with each other. The table seemed to be split into two worlds. On one side was the world of Victor and Chris. The bright, light-hearted world where you can gag, and the gloomy, moody Yuuri world on the other.

It felt bad, but he didn't know how to break it.He sat there until both Victor and Chris stood up.

"Yuuri?" Viktor waved his hands in front of his eyes, and smiled after attracting attention, "Why are you in a daze?" He and Chris were standing there, the sun reflected diamond-like luster on his head, Yuuri After struggling fiercely for a while, I still couldn't get that sentence out of my mouth.

He needs to think more about what is best for Victor and what he can bear.Maybe now is not a good time to repair the relationship right away.

"It's okay," he said, kicking his legs off the floor to slide the chair back, making room for him, away from Victor.He stood up, realizing for the first time, with dismay, that he was shorter than the tall Europeans like Victor and Chris.

Chris had already walked towards the door and took a free newspaper from the table at the service desk.

"Can you do the crossword puzzle?" he said, rolling the newspaper into a tube under his arm, and wearing sunglasses, looking as casual as if he was going on a beach vacation.Yuuri followed silently, Viktor froze for a moment, and immediately followed with unhurried steps.

It was only when they got into the car that Yuuri finally remembered to ask, "Where are we going?"

"Go to the theater." Before Victor could speak, Chris said first, "It's the theater festival now, and the dance school students must be there to rehearse for the performance tonight—I hope we don't miss the exciting part."

"What's the highlight?" Yuuri asked, Victor started the car, Chris opened the newspaper, quickly found the program page and glanced at it.

"There's a one-man show at eighteen o'clock," he said, "it's called Monologue of a Popped Pimple." Yuuri made a disgusted expression, and Victor, who was driving, let out a "Damn—" complaint. "Don't like it? Well," Chris said, "There is a bonfire party in the square at 08:30 at ten, and Shakespeare at the small theater at nineteen o'clock—oh, it's really ambitious—ah, at twenty o'clock in the Blue Jay Theater," He glanced at Yuuri, "There is a modern dance performance called "Me and Myself". The outstanding graduates of the past have Jacques Leroy and Leo Iglesia as the leading actors, and the director is Elizabeth Yang—are you interested?"

"Hmm," Yuuri said, wondering where he seemed to have heard the name Jean Jacques Leroy, where? "I have no idea……"

"You can take a look at it," Victor said, "Leroy is very popular in the modern dance circle." He said this, but he smacked his lips involuntarily, and Chris laughed.

"I don't have a cold, right?" he said, "It's not that I can't understand, he is..." But he didn't go on, Victor obviously understood, and shook his head with a smile.

"What's wrong with him?" Yuuri asked curiously.

"You'll know it when you meet him," Chris said. "He's more...well...Yang is Victor's friend. Do you and Jean know each other?"

"When I met Yang, they happened to be in the third breakup period." Victor said, Chris laughed, and he met Yuuri's puzzled look, and explained: "Leroy and Yang are high school students. couple," he said, "he proposed when he was 20, but they were on and off until last year."

"What happened last year?"

"Totally broke," Chris says, "had a huge fight at a party where he called her a 'mean' and she called him a 'cocky bastard' and I was there, the vibe . . . …" he thought back with gusto, "Anyway—did they come out of Blue Jay? That's—what a coincidence." He sounded like he meant something, but Yuuri didn't. to pay attention.

"If Lilia is here, no one can catch her eyes more than Leroy, right?" Chris continued to speculate. At this time, the car had turned a corner, and the gorgeous theater gate appeared in their sight. Chris There was a whistle.

"Get out of the car." Victor said succinctly, so the three of them opened the doors and got out of the car. They stepped up the steps and soon came to the gate of the theater - one of the two doors was open, and the closed one A note was taped to the door, writing in bold letters: "Back-up dancer audition through the side door" with a thick arrow drawn on it.Several young boys were standing in the doorway discussing something, and when Yuuri approached, he heard one of them say:

"You said that if you perform very well, you might be absorbed by them as a formal dancer?"

"It's hard to say," said the other, but there was no difficulty in his expression. They were all young, handsome, and high-spirited. "It's not like Iglesia will never be able to dance, is she? , otherwise it would be meaningless under his and JJ’s names.”

"What's the matter with him?" said the third boy. "I heard he got drunk and fell on the spaghetti."

"The version I heard was that he helped his dog fight with someone else's dog and sprained his ankle accidentally."

Several people laughed.The first boy to speak said, "Even if you can't become an official actor, it's very satisfying to be able to play - I heard that the choreography of this show is 'legendary'. Do you think it will be...?"

Several people's faces were stained with excitement, and they rushed towards the back door. Yuuri didn't understand at first, but when Chris opened the newspaper, found the news and read it aloud, the boys' conversation It starts to make sense.

"The second male lead, Leo Iglesia...was accidentally injured...at home...can't act..." Chris read, "Wow, it's really unlucky."

"But they don't have a B corner," Yuuri said, "Are they going to temporarily interview for a substitute locally?"

"If there is no B corner, who is the second male lead now?" Chris reminded, "Maybe his performance is not satisfactory. Yang is very talkative, but Leroy is very ugly."

"That's better than a temporary draft," Yuuri said, following Victor out of the corner of his eye, who was looking up at a poster, not participating in their discussion, "After all, they got together in the dance troupe."

Chris responded with a nonchalant shrug.Yuuri slowly recalled the words of the boys, the legendary choreography...the town where Lilia lived...he suddenly became excited.

"Hey, tell me," he said, "the choreographer they're talking about is Lilia?"

"It's very possible!" Chris said, "Think about it, the teacher promised to choreograph, so this supernova took his own dance company back to his hometown to perform-otherwise I really can't think of them not going to New York and LA , but went to such a country place to stay for a month..."

"Yuuri," Viktor said suddenly, "come here."

Yuuri was taken aback, it seemed like Viktor hadn't called him that in a long time, but thinking about it, it wasn't like that between them a day ago.Yuuri put away the soreness in his heart and ran towards him with small steps.

"What's the matter?" he asked, and ran to Victor, and they looked up at the poster together. The name of the show and the silhouettes of the two leading actors were printed in large golden letters on it. A face that you will never confuse him with others. His eyebrows are thick and raised, his nose is straight and wide, his eyes are black and bright, and his shoulders are broad. Impulsive; the male number two, Leo, looks more refined than him. He has obvious facial features of Mexican descent. His skin is a very healthy wheat color, his cheeks are a little fleshy, and he has dyed red hair.Viktor stares at the poster in rapt attention, wrapping his arms around Yuuri's shoulders.

"You should go to the bench interview," he said.

Yuuri opened his mouth wide, Chris ran up from behind them, heard Victor's last words clearly, and he had the same blank expression on Yuuri's face.

They both looked at each other, exchanging surprise.

"what????????"