[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

On the evening of the fourth day of training, Yuuri was sitting on the steps of the theater entrance with earphones plugged in a daze.His belly was so full of crispy macaroni and little sausages that he couldn't move.He sat there with an urge to lie down—the show was only two hours away, and there were few people around the steps, and no one noticed his presence.

He looked at the gradually sinking sunset in the sky, and the layer upon layer of clouds surrounding it like skirts, and he saw that the sky showed a romantic and strange pink blue color.

It made him feel very peaceful.

"Yuuri!" A few girls who were also taking a walk after dinner found him, and he recognized that they were all dance troupe performers, including Juliet, Amy, Cindy... He still couldn't match everyone's faces The names match, but they smiled and waved at him brightly, so he also took off a headset and waved at them, "Shall we go backstage together?" They greeted him enthusiastically, and two girls were red The face is muttering something.

"No." Yuuri waved his hand, "I'm waiting for someone..." He's waiting for Chris, who's off to buy the new vogue.But the girls suddenly broke out into a burst of enthusiastic laughter, "Then I won't bother you!" After they finished speaking, they clustered together, smiled sweetly and meaningfully at him, climbed the stairs and walked away.

Yuuri watched them go away, feeling a little emotional and inexplicably sad: in just a few days, he established a certain kind of connection with the dance troupe, which was still unimaginable half a month ago.It was Victor... It was Victor's persistence that made him come here... Four days passed in a blink of an eye, and he felt as if a part of himself that was missing was filled in during this time.Without Victor's encouragement, none of this would have happened... He quietly thought about everything, time, memories, and the future, until he turned around and found Chris standing in front of him, showing his arms to him. Teeth and smile.

"It's pretty, isn't it?" he says, squeezing his glasses at Yuuri.

Yuuri ignores his cue, "You got the magazine?" he asks, as the sun sinks a little more and everyone's faces are now covered in a faint golden glaze.

"I've got it!" Chris said, "There's also a depilatory cream—do you want to try it together? I heard it's fragranced."

"...No need."

"Prudish," Chris remarked, sitting down next to Yuuri and snatching a pair of earphones out of his ear, "what are you listening to?—Ouch." There's a song in Italian, "You really like this song, don't you?"

"I didn't... well I liked it," Yuuri said. "It's beautiful—can you read Italian?"

"I can try," Chris replies, taking Yang's Walkman from Yuuri's hand, frowning as he struggles to read the title of the song in Italian on the screen, "Accompany...my...don't... ...I think its name should be—"Stay with me and don't leave." Chris thought for a while, and let out a short laugh, "This...is a bit interesting."

Stay by my side, don't leave... Yuuri was lost in thought.

"Why do you think it was abandoned?" Yuuri said, "It's obviously beautiful."

"I guess it's because the lyric is so weak," Chris said, "as the main theme of the demon coming out...it's a bit too sad? Look at the lyric...waiting from afar...afraid of losing you... This is not something that a fearless teenager can say, this is the tone of an adult."

"...I think you've got a point," Yuuri said, feeling uncontrollably regretful at the same time—it's a beautiful song, and it's a pity not to see it in a performance. "How did you say it was pronounced in Italian?"

In the auditorium of the theater, Yang and Victor are discussing the same thing.

"I still can't believe you made JJ change the title of my song," Victor said, and after dinner, Chris forced Yuuri to go for a walk—they both ate too much—and he and the others Back to the theater together.

There are still two hours left before the performance begins, and the final round of adjustments to the set, lighting and sound effects have begun. JJ and Kenjiro are also on stage with other actors for the last rehearsal. After several weeks of performances, everyone is in their positions Fulfilling their duties in an orderly manner.What was playing on the speakers was the song that was finally chosen, The Devil's Theme-Victor had something to say about that.

"I just called it 'thethemeofking'," he said, leaning back on the floppy chair with a laid-back look on his face. "It's hard to believe he changed it to 'thethemeofKingJJ'—and you allowed Kill him." His features looked relaxed, not reproachful.Yang Chong smiled at him.

"If you thought there was only a name..." At this moment, the prelude ended, and the singing sounded, drowning her voice. Victor and her looked at each other, and they were silent for a while during the singing. JJ on the stage made an astonishing span Big jump.

"He changed the lyrics," Victor said, smiling, looking resigned. "And he—well, he sang the song again."

"What's wrong!" Yang exclaimed innocently, "We all thought it was an outstanding performance! Forgive me if I want to leave a little 'personal imprint'." She smiled slyly.

"It's hard to blame this kind of reason." Victor muttered, he adjusted his sitting posture, and the whole person sank into the armchair.He watched the graceful steps and dazzling movements of the actors on the stage, and even he saw the effect on the stage with his own eyes for the first time.He calmly gazed at the corner of the stage, silent.

"You know," Yang said suddenly, "this is the best performance I've seen in years—and it's all done by you, it can't be a coincidence."

Victor didn't respond for a while, and she continued: "I know you have your... persistence, but I just... I don't know, I just think it's a pity, you are a well-deserved genius, you know? Let's listen Your name has grown up and the scariest thing is that you're the same age as us! But now that you're out of the business and we're the ones who live it, I can't help but feel..."

Victor still didn't speak, Yang looked at his steady profile, and after a while, she let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm not trying to persuade you to come back right away," she said, "I just want you to think... think about the gift you've been given... think about how much you can do with it..."

Victor still stared at the stage motionlessly, as if trapped in his own world.After an unknown amount of time, when Yang began to no longer count on his answer, he suddenly spoke.

"I destroyed something very beautiful," he said, "and because of the gift I was given, can I just walk away like I'm okay?"

Yang didn't know how to respond. Victor didn't sound harsh—or rather, his harshness was only aimed at one person, and that was himself.

They sat in silence for a while longer in the dark, until Victor's phone vibrated.

"Chris and Yuuri are back," he says, standing up and stretching. "I'm going to find them."

Yang nodded and said nothing more.

When Yuuri returned to the hotel that day, his already exhausted body seemed to be falling apart.He started rehearsing with the other actors, but the results were very unsatisfactory - Yuuri felt like he was being thrown from one end of the rehearsal room to the other by JJ all day, like a rubber ball, and at night, JJ and Kenjiro were going to perform, and he I can only go back to practice my solo dance, and feel very anxious and sorry at the same time.

He added trouble to the rest of the dance troupe, and he still hasn't found his proper state.

The more deeply he participated in the rehearsal, the more he realized the reality of this matter: not a joke or daydream of any kind, he, Katsuki Yuuri, will be on this official stage in three days, facing hundreds of people from all over the country. The spectators, even the critics—they were all mean.

The only thing he can do is get more involved in training until Young comes to the rehearsal room and yells at them all to go back to sleep.

So he went back to the hotel, with several thoughts floating in his mind at the same time in a mess. He said to himself "don't panic, there is still time" for a while, and then he would hear rebuttal words from the back of his mind, telling him that it was too late He would never want to perform as proudly as a real dancer, he just let his brain fight left and right, and he found a quiet and soft place, let his consciousness sink deeply go in.

It was for this reason that as soon as he touched the pillow, he fell into a dark and sweet dream.

He had a... a dream.Maybe it wasn't quite right to say that it was a dream, because he was almost sure it was a real memory.In the dream... he was kissing Victor.

They kissed each other, then touched and explored each other's bodies intimately, and time was meaningless in the dream world, he couldn't realize how long the intimacy had been going on, his tired brain could only focus on the tiny things, The frequency of Victor's breathing, the heat and shape of his lips, the calluses left on his fingers to hold the pen...

He felt himself being laid flat, soft and boneless like a rug under Victor, who brushed his sweaty hair back and smiled at him in the dark.How did he know Victor was laughing?He felt so tired that he couldn't even keep his eyes open.And his waist was so sore that it hurt like it was broken even if he moved it.He closed his eyes, but Victor's warm breath leaned over, approached his ear, and whispered a word.

Lighter than a gust of wind, it drifts past Yuuri's ear like nothing is left behind.

But this time he heard it clearly.

"Stay with me..." he said, "don't leave me."

Katsuki Yuuri woke up with a start.He sat up in the dark, breathing heavily like a fish out of water.

It was as if the scene in the dream was still printed on his retina, and the voice in the dream seemed to be ringing in his ears.He swallowed and shivered.

Chris lay on his back on the bed, his mouth slightly open, and let out a deep little purr.It was very late at night, and there was silence outside the window, not a single sound could be heard.

what time is it?Yuuri's heart sinks, he's so tired he forgets to check on Viktor - he sneaks past Viktor every night after he's asleep and returns to his room before dawn, like a burglar in love - It's just that nothing was gained, and nothing was left behind.But in this way, Victor can get at least six hours of peaceful sleep - he doesn't know if this is good for Victor, let alone how to help Victor in the future, but the only thing is to let him sleep peacefully next door, knowing that Victor is in the next door. Tossing and turning is not okay.

He reached for Chris' cell phone and took a look—it was 03:30 in the morning, and it seemed that he was really tired.His body was still awake, his limbs were out of coordination, but he jumped out of bed and sneaked into Victor's room.

He pushed open the door, walked in, and then froze.

A corner of the quilt was turned over, and someone was lying on the bed where the quilt had been turned over.Yuuri listened, unable to hear the other person's breathing in the darkness.

Victor wasn't on the bed—or anywhere else in the room.

—Where did he go?