[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

The restaurant Yang mentioned was a Mediterranean restaurant not far from the theatre. Entering through a small door opening and passing through a long dark corridor, you will come to a spacious and bright courtyard filled with pots of bonsai. Plants, along the wooden ladder to the second floor, is the restaurant.The place is warmly furnished, with wooden floors and rattan tables giving it a bright and crisp feel.

According to Young, they've been coming here for lunch—and sometimes dinner—since high school, because she ("And me," JJ interjects) is obsessed with one of the quesadillas.

"I swear this is the juiciest chicken you'll ever eat," she said, ignoring her ex-boyfriend's interjection. "And that gravy! The ratio of veggies is just right..."

The next 15 minutes of her promotional speech about the pancakes didn't stop until everyone decided to try her.

Yuuri is no exception.In particular, Yang asked him what he wanted to eat with concern, and he suddenly found that JJ and Kenjiro were slamming signals to him behind her, "Do as she says!" They both mouthed exaggeratedly, and then There was also pantomime, in which one man grabbed another by the neck and shook it, as if trying to wring his head off.

"You're going to scare our new colleagues," Chris says, "not everyone has sweet food-related memories like you—" Yang and JJ both flushed suddenly, and Yuuri rocked from side to side After a few clicks, he was not sure whether to open his mouth to refute.In fact, a whole bunch of food-related memories popped up in his mind right away, from nutritious fruit puree for kids to tonkatsu bento, they would always sit together and share food, looking at each other while eating, Yuuri Then he couldn't help laughing, he felt the joy factor wafting from his chest, and even his nasal cavity was full of relaxed and happy taste.

Viktor stood beside Yuuri, his hand drooped naturally, less than a centimeter away from Yuuri's hand, Yuuri made up his mind not to look at him, but it was hard.

In the end the discussion ended with everyone enjoying their chicken tacos in silence.They sat at a long table. Yang ordered two pots of hot tea, which were slowly warmed up on the small oil lamp on the table. After the last bite of chicken was swallowed by Kenjiro, they began to chat, and Victor was in the process. Zhong never said a word, he sat across from Yuuri, fiddled with the flame of the oil lamp carelessly, turned it up sometimes, and turned it down sometimes, the flickering flame illuminated his deep-featured face from time to time.

He raised his head, meeting Yuuri's stare in a daze.He was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

"There's something on my face?" he asked, at which point Yang and JJ started arguing about who confessed to whom first, and they both pulled each other's bottoms out, considering they've been wet since they were wet in diapers. Knowing each other, the scene became very intense.

Against this background sound, Victor's soft voice sounds like something out of this world.Yuuri lowered his head quickly, feeling his ears start to heat up, wishing Victor would stop looking at him, but those eyes kept on him.

"Yuuri?" he whispered, JJ and Yang had been arguing about the Thanksgiving Bazaar in fifth grade, Chris and Kenjiro were watching with interest, but Yuuri didn't think the bickering two cared much about the audience.The two of them only had eyes for each other the whole time—even if they hated it.This made myself and Victor at the end of the long table seem to have entered an enchantment. "What were you trying to tell me just now?"

But Yuuri just hesitates, and he glances at Chris next to him, who is teaching Kenjiro how to fold straws into a pentagram shape, and Yuuri isn't sure if he can hear him.

"It's okay," he said, suddenly deciding not to speak rashly, and standing up instead, Victor looked up at him. "I'm going to the bathroom."

He leaves the table, and no one realizes it, except Victor.

Yuuri picked up a handful of cold water and splashed it on his face.

He supported the marble washstand with his hands, and looked at himself in the mirror—a pale, ordinary face in his blurred vision. He always felt that his eyebrows grew strangely, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. There are a pair of round and big eyes, but because the eye sockets are not deep and the bridge of the nose is not high enough, they are not deep enough. On the contrary, they show ignorant eyes from time to time, which makes people have the illusion that he is not very old.Now, there is a lot of confusion and self-doubt in those eyes.

He lowered his head and washed his face again—when he felt depressed, he would uncontrollably want to shed tears, and he hated himself like this, so he would wash his face and read the sad, humble and inappropriate words I want to wash it all away.

"So this is what you're doing." A voice suddenly sounded behind him, Yuuri looked up suddenly, and there were two faces in the mirror, one was his own, wet, red-eyed, staring One looked distressed, and the other belonged to Victor—he looked well-dressed and clean.Such a strong contrast made the eyes sting, and he lowered his head again.Victor puts his hand on Yuuri's shoulder.

"What happened?" he asked in a soft, persuasive tone.

"You sound like my mom," Yuuri murmurs. "I'm fine—eyes are wrong."

Victor's hand was still on his shoulder, and he exerted a little strength. "Your eyes often seem to be uncomfortable." He said, paused, and then said, "Do you want me to take a look?"

"You're not a doctor." Yuuri couldn't help saying, the words were very rude, but because of the strong nasal voice, there was no taste of contradictory, a bit like a child with a temper tantrum complaining to his parents-Victor smiled and broke His shoulders turned to himself.

"Let me see." He said, cupping Yuuri's face to make him look up, he looked into Yuuri's eyes with a serious expression. "It doesn't seem to be a problem with the eyelashes..." he said, Yuuri blinked, feeling the temperature on his face rise, and the water droplets evaporated quickly, but Victor didn't pay attention to it, he seemed to be checking it seriously Yuuri's eyes compared the similarities and differences between the two sides.

"I don't have eyelashes," Yuuri says, still sounding pissed, and Victor laughs.

"You have beautiful lashes," he said, "and when you close your eyes, the tips of your lashes rise and fall with your breath..."

"...nonsense," Yuuri said, unsure if he should push Victor away, and they stayed in that awkward position for a while.

"The left eye is a bit red." Victor said, "Is there a foreign body sensation?" Yuuri felt embarrassed when he studied his eyes so seriously.

"No," he said, "can you let me go—the water's all over you."

Viktor lets go, but neither his demeanor nor his body movements seem willing to just let Yuuri go.

He seemed to want to talk.

"Did something happen?" Victor asked, "You look like something's bothering you."

"No." Yuuri lied.

"Nonsense." Victor imitated him, "Tell me."

Yuuri hesitates, Victor looks serious and patient, and of course he doesn't look like he's going to accept "no thanks" as an answer.

"I..." Yuuri opened his mouth, a little bit hard to say, but the words had already reached his mouth, "Why me?"

"Which thing?" Viktor asked, and Yuuri waved his hand impatiently, dissatisfied with his knowingly asking.

"Casting," he said, "why did I get cast? There's something wrong with me."

He unconsciously moved his right leg.Victor glanced down.

"because of you……"

"Don't say I'm excellent." Yuuri whispered, "You and I both know that's not true." Victor looked at him, as if thinking about something, Yuuri suddenly had an impulse, and he asked, "Could it be?" Did Chris do anything?"

Victor obviously didn't expect this question, and he froze for a moment.

"Chris?"

"Just, will he..." Yuuri felt his face burning hot, "Will he help me...you know..." He hoped that Victor would say no, but since he asked the question, It suddenly becomes much more real than it was in the mind.He felt now that it was almost certain that Chris had secretly helped and said good things about him.

"Chris is not that kind of person." Victor said firmly, "You may have misunderstood his principles—he would never give convenience to a person just because he has a good relationship with him. Even if he wanted to , Leroy will not just buy it like this, do you have a feeling for this?"

"But..." Yuuri argues, "but... why did you choose me then?"

"Uh, for the most obvious reason?" Victor said. "You're good? They think you're a good fit?"

"That's impossible," Yuuri said dryly, "I can't be the best."

Victor frowned at him.The two of them looked at each other, feeling vaguely angry at each other—Yuuri for Viktor's perfunctory, and Viktor for what?He looked more unhappy than ever.

"You are always like this," Victor said. "You put yourself in a position that is not worthy of recognition, so what do you want others to say? How do you want others to express their true thoughts? If you praise you, you will be criticized." Think it’s a lie?” Without waiting for Yuuri to speak, he immediately said: “I think you are the best, even if I have never met you, even if today is the first time we meet, I still think you are the best Yes, if you insist on treating us all as good people with no principles and talking nonsense, then what's the point of communicating? You've already set the standard answer, and if you don't answer like that, you're lying—this is also a part of conceit plant."

"You, Yuuri, are actually quite conceited—you always live in your own world," Victor said.

Yuuri opened his mouth wide and didn't realize it for a long time - it was probably the worst thing Viktor ever said to him, it made his cheeks burn, and Viktor seemed to be accusing him of distrust, but, can you blame me for that?Yuuri thought, no matter how I think about it, I just... don't deserve that evaluation...

Viktor sighed suddenly, brushing away a strand of wet hair and tucking it behind Yuuri's ear, his expression was helpless and gentle.

"If only Yuuri could see you in my eyes," he said softly.