[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

"We were talking about you," Yang said, when Yuuri returned to the table, the teapot on the lamp was almost empty, and there was only a faint flame left on the wick of the lamp. Everyone looked content, Overwhelmed with joy, they all raised their heads and grinned at Yuuri, as if there was some conspiracy, which surprised Yuuri.

"What?" Yuuri asked guiltily, his mind racing through several possible questions and responses.He had been away for a ridiculously long time, which made him dare to say sorry. "that……"

"We're talking about your compensation," Yang said. "We're talking about what kind of contract will best motivate you."

Yuuri opened his mouth wide. "Uh—I didn't think about that," he said, and somewhere deep inside he even felt that it should be the other way around, that it was the layman who absorbed him in a professional performance, and it was the layman's responsibility anyway. Take some responsibility, right?While he was lost in thought, Victor returned to the table and sat across from Yuuri once again.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, picking up the teapot and shaking it—the belly of the teapot made a rattling sound, so he beckoned to the waiter for more water, and Yang tilted his head.

"Talking about what you two were doing." She blurted out, and JJ and Chris showed excited expressions.

"Uh no!" Yuuri said quickly, "No..."

"Oh come on!" Chris said, "You smell like you've been licked all over by Victor."

It was so disgusting that even JJ and Yang crumpled their features into a ball, moaning and complaining.Yuuri himself had goosebumps all over his body, as if struck by lightning.

"Disgusting—" JJ said, "Do you have to use that word?"

There seemed to be a burst of dizziness caused by brain congestion in front of Yuuri's eyes, he quickly took a big gulp of fresh boiling tea, and was scalded.

"Ahem!" He spit out the tea again, and Kenjiro hurriedly started shouting "Is there any ice cubes!" Victor quietly picked up the napkin from the table and handed it to him, "Thank you." Yuuri muttered, wiping Wiping the corner of his mouth, he hoped that the topic of taste could stop here.

His plan was in vain, because Yang Bu asked persistently: "So what did you do?"

Victor held his teacup, showing his most innocent and inexplicable smile, as if he couldn't understand his friends' questions at all, "Did nothing?" he said, "What are you talking about?"

"Don't lie," Chris said, "remember when I said I could smell adultery?"

"You mean I smell like 'adultery' right now?" Victor asked back, "What exactly is it?" He stood up, approached Yuuri and sniffed, "I don't smell anything ah."

He raised his eyes and smiled at Yuuri, who grinned back unconsciously, and when they turned to the other four, they all had a look on their faces that they couldn't look at any longer.

"You just don't realize it," Chris said.

"You mean I smell a lot?" Victor asked back.Chris shook his index finger.

"Wrong," he said, "I mean aftershave, fabric softener, whatever smells on you, you make it so personal that—" He pointed Referring to Yuuri, "If you get too close to someone, they can smell it right away, 'This is mine,' and it's like encroaching on territory."

Yang and JJ agreed, and when Victor's inquiring eyes fell on Kenjiro, he blushed and exclaimed, "I think you smell like seaside lavender, sir!"

If Yuuri wasn't one of the parties at the center of the conversation, he'd find this amusing - he kind of wants to nod in agreement with Kenjiro, but JJ glances at the others on the table with a bright eye, and he takes another sip of his tea - —and get burned again.

Victor pulled out a few more sheets of paper and stuffed them into his hand. "Why didn't you be careful?" He said reproachfully, "Open your mouth and let me see."

"Ouch," Chris exclaimed, "it's broad daylight, at least get a room."

Everyone else giggled, including Kenjiro, though he didn't seem to understand at all, just infected.Victor looked at them coldly.His reaction is so cold that Yuuri gets kicked through the cotton somewhere in his heart, and it takes him a long time to realize how irrational and weird the feeling is.

"Take a sip of boiled water now, and I will care about you too, old friend." Victor said to Chris, who waved his hands quickly and muttered "No, thank you", and the atmosphere became a little cold.

Yuuri looked at the people in bewilderment, his eyes flicked to Yang, JJ, Chris and Kenjiro one by one, and finally fell on Victor, who he thought was a little angry.This is really embarrassing. If there is a class of "Which pot is not open and which pot is 101", what happened just now can be used as a classic case in the class, and Chris can be the professor of this class.

Yang came out to smooth things over: "What's the matter, why don't you talk?" She smiled casually, "We're talking about pay—I think I might have figured out the best way to motivate Yuuri."

In just the blink of an eye, Victor's face looked much better.As if relieved, the other people at the table also resumed their giggling attitude.

"What is it?" Victor asked cooperatively. This was probably exactly what Yang wanted. She raised her cup and wanted to take a sip, but found that the tea leaves were arranged in the shape of a J by JJ with a toothpick. She rolled her eyes , put it down, "Well...want to know?"

"I really want to." Yuuri said, he sensed other people's eyes, and felt that there was no correct answer except this answer, "What is it?"

Yang looked at them leisurely, and after collecting enough curiosity, he said, "In addition to the terms of the formal contract, I want to give you another reward."

"If you can successfully pass the rehearsal and perform on stage as scheduled in a week—I will give you Lilia Baranovskaya's address after the performance."

"Currently living at a perfectly valid address geographically." JJ added, looking smug with the idea, "Huh? How about it?"

"But if you run away," Yang said, "not only will I not give you the address, but I will notify her personally that 'someone is looking for you'—I will say that, and then what will she do? Hey Chris, What would you do if you were a dancer who wanted to stay hidden from detection?"

As if rehearsed, Chris said, "Of course I'm running - it's just my opinion, hey Victor, you know Lilia, would she do that?"

For a moment, all eyes fell on Yuuri, and Yuuri immediately subconsciously cast an inquiring look at Victor—he wanted to know what Victor was thinking, could he entrust all such important things to Yuuri?Even he himself thought it was a big gamble.He only hoped that Victor would show his tough attitude just now and reject this proposal.But Victor just looked at him mildly. Although he didn't express his opinion, the expression in his eyes seemed to agree, and he even found it very interesting.

"What do you think?" he asked Yuuri, "Can it be done?"

Yuuri subconsciously wanted to answer "Of course!" Whenever Victor deliberately questioned him, he would become more aggressive and impulsive than ever.This is very inappropriate, because everyone else is staring at him!He didn't want to be regarded as a megalomaniac, and he didn't want to delay the real purpose of this trip because of himself.If he makes Victor unable to find Lilia, then...

"I don't know..." Yuuri said, "I..."

"Remember what you said?" Victor said, "Now is a good time to test yourself." He winked at Yuuri.

"So?" Yang says, resting her chin on the back of her hand as she looks at Yuuri. "What's your answer? Accept?"

A chance to test himself... Yuuri thought about Victor's words.

"I'll make you proud of me," a voice in his heart said firmly.

He raised his head and looked directly into her eyes, no longer timid and hesitant.

"I accept." He said, his voice trembling a little, whether it was because of fear or excitement, "I... can do it."

The last sentence was an answer to Victor, and he hoped Victor would understand.Victor blinked again.

"Let me open my eyes," he said softly. "I'm ready."

After lunch, Yang took Yuuri back to the theater and helped him complete all the formalities. When he signed his name on the contract, Yuuri felt his fingertips go numb with excitement, and even the words he wrote were shaking.Victor, who was standing behind him, couldn't stand it anymore, and stepped forward to hold his right hand. ?

"Yuuri," he said with a smile, "are you that happy?" Before Yuuri could speak, he reminded, "The rehearsal hasn't even started yet."?

This makes Yuuri calm down quickly - it's just a contract, legally he is a qualified dancer now, but there is still a long way to go before he becomes an actor who can perform on stage. ?

He successfully signed his name on the two contracts, and Victor stood beside him, his body heat passing through Yuuri like a pillar. ?

? He raised his head and handed the signed contract to Yang for inspection, only to find that she was crossing her arms with a playful look on her face. ?

"Oh—you two are so sweet," she said, and Yuuri almost screamed, tearing his hair out, and he really wanted to get on his knees and beg these people to stop making fun of his relationship with Viktor, which was a huge effort on his part A mistake that wants to be buried, and Victor's attitude... must be the same. ?

? Before Victor could speak, she smiled and said, "Don't get me wrong—you two look just like Chris and his cat." ?

"Oh, Mrs. Fuzzy?" Victor said. "I love her so much—she loves jumping on my face and sitting on me with her big ass while I'm sleeping."?

"Uh-huh, uh-huh," Yang Man casually hummed twice, "You look a lot like her."?

? After she finished speaking, she handed one of the contracts to Yuuri, took the other two, hummed and walked away.Yuuri and Viktor were left standing in the office looking at each other. ?

"Is she saying I look like a cat?" Viktor asked. "Is that what she means? Hey Yang!" Before Yuuri could answer, he chased after him, leaving Yuuri standing alone, hands in his hands. Holding the contract - it still smells like paper. The signature pen he used smelled like peaches, but together they smelled like... the smell of hope. ?