[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

It's the same Mediterranean restaurant, with Yuuri and Chris leading the way, Chris babbling on about the new season's beard trend, and Yuuri listening absentmindedly, alternating between "Really? That's amazing" and "Oh he No way!" response.

Kenjiro followed closely a few dozen inches behind Yuuri's left hand, staring at the back of Yuuri's head with eager eyes, which Yuuri had already seen as usual.

A few meters behind them were JJ and Yang, who wrestled for some unknown reason, and after that, was Victor, who had been walking slowly at the end of the line, like a taciturn knight in the rear.His gaze occasionally flicks over Yuuri's bare skin on the back of his neck, and Yuuri swears he can feel the scalding heat, cutting through his skin like a laser knife, jabbing at his veins.

They walked through the dark doorway and the garden full of plants, and stepped on the creaking wooden stairs to the second floor.Yuuri had just stepped on the half of his right foot on the second floor when he heard a voice enthusiastically ringing in the corner of the restaurant.

"Hey! Chris! Here!"

Chris looked up abruptly, a surprised smile appearing on his face.Yuuri followed his gaze and saw a man in the corner of the restaurant occupying an entire long table by himself. He was dressed like a character from "Aladdin" with a circle around his head. When they got closer, they found that one of his legs was also in plaster, and ten fingers were covered with bandages. Even so, Yuuri recognized Leo Iglesia's features at a glance prominent face.

"Hey—brother." Chris said, walked over and quickly hugged him, maybe accidentally touched the wound, Leo's facial features were distorted in pain.

"Oh! Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch—it's okay." Leo's shoulders relaxed, and he let out a sigh of relief, "Phew—it's terrible, it's like labor pains, it comes when you say it— —Ouch—” Leo’s thick eyebrows furrowed, and he showed a thoughtful expression, “It’s okay, false alarm.” He smiled again, and his eyes fell on Yuuri, “Who are you?”

Yuuri was taken aback. He had been standing silently behind Chris, looking over his shoulder at Leo—a face he'd seen thousands of times on video, but the first time he'd seen it in real life. Once: Leo Iglesia has a typical Mexican-American mixed-race appearance. He has high browbones, round eyes and nose, and the skin exposed from the clothes, plaster and bandages is a healthy reddish wheat color. He was also eyeing Yuuri curiously.

Yuuri suppressed his emotions, feeling a little excited - it's like when you go to a comic convention and the host suddenly announces that the mystery guest is Stan Lee, OMG, isn't it great?That's how Yuuri feels right now.He didn't know whether he should introduce himself, but at this moment, Leo's eyes suddenly drifted aside, and he waved his arms in surprise.

"Kenjiro! Let! Liz! Here!" He shouted, and the guests in the restaurant all looked sideways, and he didn't care at all. Leo, they showed surprise expressions.

Yang asked, "Why are you here?"

JJ said, "How did you get here?"

The two of them looked at each other, and JJ made a "you ask first" expression.

"It's great to meet you!" Leo said, getting used to Yang and JJ's rivalry, "Tell me if this is the worst day ever: The only room in the whole hallway has no wifi signal , the TV in my room has not been turned on since the first day we checked in, but just now the lobby manager told me that he checked on the computer at the service desk that I watched ten pornographic films, I mean, ten! Can you believe it huh? Some of these sci-fi movies are not my taste at all! I ended up trying to take a shower and the pipes upstairs leaked and the whole hotel is now without water, not even the toilet! Hey Victor, you too here I am?"

Victor walked to the table without haste, and he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, he stood at the farthest place from Yuuri.He nodded to Leo. JJ yelled angrily: "No water? The whole building? You mean," he said angrily, "My room also has no water?"

"Uh," Leo said, "the last time I checked, you lived next to me, so of course you're included in 'the whole building'."

JJ let out a cry of grief and indignation.

"Really, Leo," Yang said, "you're the worst person I've ever met."

"Isn't it!" said Leo, "who can tell?"

His words reminded Yuuri of a friend, "Maybe it's Mercury retrograde." That guy always said that, and Mercury retrogrades hundreds of times a year, Yuuri couldn't help but say this as he thought about it.

Everyone was taken aback, Leo looked up at Yuuri, and after a while, he smiled.

"I like this guy," he said, wagging his index finger at the others, "but who are you?"

"Stepped on dog shit, ten times, stepped on a dog, seven times, stepped on spaghetti, nineteen times, got ice cream on the head and sprayed in the face by a sprinkler—this is actually a good thing, only once." After a short After introducing himself, everyone sat down, and Yuuri realized that JJ, Yang, and Kenjiro didn't want to be seated next to Leo, and they couldn't be blamed—anyone who listened to this guy's account would think that he had a head over his head. Dark clouds cover the top, and the sky is full of bad spirits. "This is amazing. JJ, Victor, do you have any pretzels over there?"

"Don't pass on your bad luck, Mercury retrograde boy," JJ said angrily, he was still angry about the water cut off in the hotel, Leo smiled shyly and didn't say anything against it - his temper was unexpected mild. "We need some luck on our side."

"So what's going on here?" Yuuri whispers, pointing to the various bandages and casts on Leo's body.

Leo waved his hands casually, "A little bit of this, a little bit of that—this," he raised his hands, "was stung by a bee, and this," he pointed to his head, "there are This guy's throwing darts is really bad! And this—" he lifted his right leg, "fell into the hospital pond and suffered a shattered fracture."

"A comminuted fracture?!" Yuuri's eyes widened, he almost jumped up from his seat, "But, if..." If it is a comminuted fracture, a dancer's career can be said to be over, but Leo There was no sign of distress on his face, Leo opened his mouth wide, his gaze wandering behind Yuuri.Yuuri looked back to see Victor smiling at him.

"Ah, what did I say, a comminuted fracture?" Leo said hastily. "I said a sprain. A bruise. I mean—just a cramp."

"Oh dear Leo," Yang said, "that dart left you with permanent scars, and you can hardly speak." She gave Leo a hard look, and Leo smiled embarrassingly ,not talking anymore. "Yuuri, honey, I promise you nothing will happen to him after this month. It was all accidental."

"It wasn't an accident," Leo whispered to Yuuri when Yang turned his head away, "every time I'm dishonest, I'm unlucky, it's God's advice." Yuuri wasn't sure if he was joking . "I think I should find a fortune teller to do the math. Do you know any psychics?"

Yuuri immediately thought of Mira in Birch Town.

"Recognizing is knowing..." Yuuri said hesitantly, "but she..." He wasn't sure if he should tell others that Mira's special ability was actually pretending to be a ghost+Google search, is this an industry secret?But Leo held out his hand to stop him, and asked a serious question.

"Oh wait, is she a 'she'? Is your psychic a woman?"

"Yeah," Yuuri said inexplicably, "what's wrong?"

"Answer me honestly," Leo said, "is she pretty?"

"It's pretty...beautiful."

"That's not okay." Leo said firmly, "Oh, you know those psychics, they want to touch your hands, look into your eyes - if she is hot, I will be nervous, and when I am nervous, my heart beats faster , the result may not be accurate.”

"This is the most scientific superstition I've ever heard."

"This is called principle." Leo said, "Do you know any male psychics? It's best to have a beard, six feet eight tall, and powerful—I'm not nervous about this kind of thing."

"I'm not a ghost pimp," Yuuri muttered, but just then, another name popped into his head, "But—wait a minute, I do know one, and it's him...he's more Amateur, he only counts tarot cards or something."

"I like tarot cards!" Leo said seriously, "Do you have a business card? Oh no, he's an amateur. So, do you have his phone number?"

"I can give you his Twitter account." Yuuri said, took Leo's phone, and found that Twitter to show him, "This is it."

"Let's see," Leo said, smacking his lips, "Well, Ji—what does that word say?"

"Guang," Yuuri said, "Guang Hong. He...you'll know. You're definitely in tune."

"Absolutely," Leo replied, staring at the phone screen, "I like the way he marked the calendar!" He gave Yuuri a photo of Guanghong's calendar, which was densely marked with various small red letters. Bad things can happen every day, and there's almost no blank space.Leo looked excited, and Yuuri wasn't sure if he was being sarcastic.

If he really thought it was cool—then there was finally one person in the world who would appreciate Guanghong's preparation for a rainy day.

"Whoa, he and I like the same brand of ketchup," Leo said cheerfully, "Hey we also like the same manga - and he has the artist's autograph?! I'm so jealous." The whole meal that followed He spent all his time on Fan Guanghong's Twitter, and was a little disappointed that he couldn't find a selfie.

"What does he look like?" Leo asked. "Is he Chinese? Does he look like—wait a minute, does he look like Jackie Chan?" He was excited. "How cool would that be!"

His face, which was wrapped in bandages and only a small part was exposed, shone with the light of fantasy.Yuuri looked at him, and really couldn't bear to tell the truth: Guang Hong and Jackie Chan are not worth a dime.

"Almost." He finally said, his heart was full of affection, and Leo blushed with excitement.

After lunch, Lei Ao bid them farewell - he was going to Starbucks to browse the Internet, and read Guanghong's remaining Twitter in one go.

Yuuri couldn't help but sigh with that STK-specific gleam in his eyes.

"Yuuri, my buddy!" Leo opened his hand, beckoning Yuuri to hug him, and when he rested his chin on Yuuri's shoulder, he said softly, "I heard from Yang—your problem." They Parting, Yuuri looked at him in surprise, "It's a great character, isn't it? Everyone resonates with him, one way or another," Leo said, "You should stop trying to learn from me and Kenjiro —you should try to play yourself."

"But…" Yuuri wants to say that it's not that simple.

"You must have felt something, didn't you?" Leo said, "whatever it is, just show it—do you want a parody on stage, or a real performer? You Think for yourself." After he finished speaking, he pointed to his bandage-wrapped head, turned around and bid farewell to JJ.

Yuuri kept watching him walk towards the corner of the street, when he walked 15 meters away, a banana peel was thrown from the second floor of the building next to the street, and landed on his head impartially.

"Poor old Leo," JJ sighed old-fashionedly, "how can you be so old?"