[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

Where will Victor go?Yuuri stood in the center of the suite's living room, thinking quietly.He has checked the bathroom, under the bed, even the closet, and whenever he thinks of a new place, the sound of the drumbeat of the "Wheel of Fortune" show before the big prize is announced in his head-almost every time he thinks about it. They all thought they had guessed right, but in the end they had to face the fact that Victor was not in the suite.He didn't accidentally fall asleep while using the bathroom, nor rolled under the bed, nor secretly hid in the wardrobe, wine cabinet, or any corner under the tea table in the living room. Then again—why did he hide in those places?

Well, not in the suite.Yuuri took a deep breath - the initial panic when he found out that Victor was missing has gradually subsided during the search process, Victor's luggage is still in the house, his watch, phone and even wallet are in his room On the bedside table, a modern person—no matter how emotional he is, it is impossible to drop these three things and disappear.So, there is only one possibility left.

— sleepwalking.Yuuri thought with certainty.It must have been sleepwalking—but what he hadn't had time to think about was, how did a sleepwalking person unlock the padlock of the suite and go outside?Yuuri just felt a nameless fire of anxiety in his chest at this moment: it was all his fault, because he was so sleepy that he kept Viktor in the back of his mind.An even more unsettling thought came to his mind: if it's a different place, if it's Yuuri who can't sleep, Victor will definitely not forget his duties because he is too tired.

He must be found.It took less than a second to make this decision, and Yuuri rushed into the double room, trying to wake Chris up, but the latter was snoring loudly, and after being shaken by Yuuri twice, he actually laughed lewdly, "Hey hey hey", Yuuri didn't know what he was dreaming about, but he was pretty sure that if he continued to roll over, he would see Chris's private parts again - he hurriedly tucked the kicked cup back to the sleeping man, and walked away.

He took Victor's cell phone and his wallet, thinking blankly: If I were a sleepwalker, where would I go?

The carpeted hallway was empty except for the click of the automatic door lock behind it, which sounded like the Big Bang.Yuuri shrank his neck, and there was a loud coughing and turning sound from the next room, like a giant turning over in an empty stone cave.

He walked lightly along the spiral escalator to the first floor, thinking that Victor might be at—he raised his phone and glanced at it—five in the morning, where should he go?The morning chill gripped the floor of the first floor, and as soon as the soles of his feet touched the last step, it penetrated easily into his skin, and Yuuri shivered and hugged his coat tightly.At this moment, a familiar sound of electronic music faintly blew into his ears along with the wind. If it wasn't so familiar, he swore he would never hear it.When he strained his ears to tell which direction the sound was coming from, it disappeared again, more abruptly than it had appeared.

Without thinking about it, Yuuri immediately decided on the first place to look - the restaurant, only the restaurant has a machine that can produce this kind of electronic music, and there are two claw machines there.

Yuuri sniffed and hugged his arms tightly.As far as he knew, it could be the sound of maintenance personnel checking the machine late at night, or the sound of the machine restarting automatically, or an insomnia child who just took a hundred-dollar bill from his parents' wallet and didn't know how to squander it— There are so many coincidences and misfortunes in this world, there is no evidence to support his guess, but relying on his instinct, Katsuki Yuuri still walked towards the restaurant.

It wasn't until Yuuri walked along the long corridor to the door of the restaurant that the sound of electronic music didn't come again, and he didn't know why until he got to the door—the door was covered, it must have been blown open by the gust of wind just now, and the music sound That leaked out, leading Yuuri here.He put his hand on the brass handle, suddenly a burst of unreasonable tension: If it wasn't Victor, what should we do?If he opened the door and there was just a stranger standing there, where was he going to find Victor?

But it's no use standing there worrying, Yuuri sighed and pushed open the door.He pokes his head in, and there's a light on above the bar in the restaurant, and the claw machine is on the wall next to the bar, playing music that caught Yuuri's attention, and a tall, lanky figure stands there, operating it— It's Victor.

Yuuri breathed a sigh of relief, his hands and feet suddenly weren't so cold.He walked over, the carpet canceled out the sound of footsteps, and he quietly approached Victor without making any noise that might disturb him, being as careful as a hunter in the jungle, for fear of disturbing anything.He didn't need to be so careful. He had never heard of someone sleepwalking and playing with a claw machine, but he just couldn't figure it out. Victor didn't sleep, so what was he doing grabbing dolls?

Viktor didn't realize Yuuri was approaching, he was concentrating on operating the claw machine, his shoulders tensed up - Yuuri kind of wanted to laugh, it was rare to see a moment when Viktor was completely normal.His gaze slid down Viktor's shoulders to the pocket of his coat, which was bulging and heavy and looked like it contained a lot of coins.He finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Hey Victor," he said, "where did you get all those coins?" What he really wanted to ask was, at this point?

Victor was taken aback by him. The mechanical gripper that had finally moved to the position was pushed farther by a wrong hand. Victor only had time to look back. Go down - it is conceivable that the catch is empty.

"Oh!" Victor sighed and punched the glass window in annoyance, Yuuri stepped forward and leaned against the machine—now that he found Victor, sleepiness and fatigue returned, he could only do his best Open your eyes quickly so you don't stand here and fall asleep.

"What are you doing?" Yuuri asked, yawning, and Viktor pulled out three more coins and stuffed them into the coin slot, and the machine started up again, which sounded creepy in the empty hall, and it was. Like the scenes that would appear in "The Shining"—Once thinking about it like this, Yuuri found himself much more awake in an instant.

Victor smiled, looking a little lacking in energy and absent-minded, all his attention was focused on the display window - there were piles of plastic toys in there, packed in plastic bags, and he couldn't see what they were. "I can not sleep."

Yuuri yawned again, almost biting his own tongue at his answer.

"Ah," he said, apologetically, "that..."

Victor's eyes were fixed on the robotic gripper, and he slammed the red button on the lowering gripper, and it lowered like an eighteenth-century submarine, clumsy and heavy, and picked up a toy, but Staggeringly, before reaching the highest point, it was shaken off.

"Oh!" Viktor made an annoyed sound for the second time, and he started picking out coins again, Yuuri took his hand.

"How long have you been playing?" he asks, viktor feeling uncomfortable with the sluggish look on Viktor's face that comes from repeating meaningless movements for so long.

Only then did Victor stop, and formally cast his eyes on Yuuri for a look.

"Not long." He still said so absent-mindedly, but if you look carefully, you will see some traces of embarrassment in his eyes, "Maybe half an hour-I came out at 02:30."

"You..." Yuuri mumbled feebly, and he took out Victor's phone, "It's almost five o'clock now." He was about to laugh angrily, feeling like he saw a naughty child's worrying mother, "Hurry up Come back with me."

"I don't." Victor muttered, and began to pick out coins again. His pocket rattled, and countless coins collided with each other, making a crisp sound, like a small wind chime. "I can't sleep." He repeated, seeing the apologetic look on Yuuri's face again, he changed his tone to match, even though the content was still sending Yuuri away, "It's okay, maybe two days ago Too much sleep."

Yuuri picks the word carefully, he doesn't think sleeping from twelve to six would count as "too much sleep", but this is Victor, Chris says he only sleeps four hours a day and got his PhD, obviously can't Measure him by ordinary standards, and then he thought, maybe Victor's sleep quality has really been so bad that he should be thankful for six hours, so he needs the help of prescription drugs-thinking of this, the kind of cold hands and feet, stomach The feeling as if something was stirring inside came back.

He has problems.It doesn't take a psychic well versed in psychology and Googling to tell Yuuri that he can now come to the conclusion that something is really wrong with Victor, maybe physically, maybe mentally - he doesn't know the real What is the ease of.When he thought of such a serious change in Victor, he hid away and lied to himself that Victor should be living well. When he thought of this, he felt so uncomfortable that he was about to suffocate.

"Victor," he said, for some reason, so softly that even if a third person were present and put his ear between them, he would not be able to hear clearly, "come back with me." Victor took out three A coin was inserted into the machine again, and the next game started, ignoring Yuuri's plea and playing again.

"Victor!" Yuuri pulled him, and the grip that Victor had just pushed to the designated position deviated from the original plan, and the grip lowered, but still didn't catch anything.Viktor frowned, looking at Yuuri helplessly.

"What's the matter?" he asked, "Go to sleep, I'll go up after I've played with all these coins." He patted his pocket as he said.

"Where did you get so many coins?"

"Convenience store." Victor said, "I was going to buy cigarettes, oh yes—" He suddenly remembered something, took out a bar of kitkat chocolates from the other pocket and handed it to Yuuri. "Here you go." He said and started stuffing coins into the damn machine.

Yuuri grabbed the chocolate and looked at him in bewilderment—Victor had a strand of hair sticking up at the back of his head, his bangs were messed up, and his whole body revealed an aura that was particularly irritable due to lack of sleep, and his thinking changed. Straighter than usual: all his attention was focused on the claw machine—he was like a five or six-year-old boy who touched a red and white machine for the first time, and the whole world disappeared from him.Yuuri pockets the chocolate, and he can tell that Victor, like many unbelievers, is taking on the machine—but what he doesn't understand is that Viktor is usually the one who doesn't.This made him curious, why did Victor have to deal with this claw machine?He turned to the window, which held piles of toys in plastic wrap with stormtroopers on them.There is nothing special about it. There is also this kind of claw machine at the carnival in Birch Town. Stormtrooper toys are usually the most leftover. If the time jumps back to ten years ago, I am afraid that is not the case at all.

Yuuri watched Viktor quietly and played another game—still fruitless.

Yuuri couldn't help persuading him again: "Victor..."

Victor cut him off.

"Don't you—" he said flatly, "I'm just—I'm just going to get this, okay?" He was starting to talk like a child too from the lack of rest.Yuuri looked at him for a moment, then sighed.He took three coins out of Victor's pocket.

"Let me help you." He said before Victor said, "Look, you've been playing for two hours, and this is obviously a challenge that requires two people to complete." And you're obviously not good at it—he looked at Victor eyes, I added in my heart.

Victor hesitated, then agreed.He really looks like a child now, very easy to coax.Yuuri kind of wants to laugh, he even wants to touch the top of Viktor's head, but that requires him to tiptoe.

"Come on, let's go together." He said softly, showing the most patient attitude, Victor looked dumbfounded, he grabbed Victor's hand and put it on the red button of the lowering grip. "When I let the gripper stop, you press it, okay? Is it okay?" He double-checked, but it's okay, Victor has coins—he tried not to think about how much change the guy had changed.

Victor nodded, eyes staring blankly, and the two of them stood side by side in front of the crane machine.Yuuri grabs the handle of the mobile grabber.

"Are you ready? It's coming—" He threw the coin in, the machine started, and he began to operate the gripper, moving it to the one near the exit and obliquely inserted on the side of the hill-like pile of toys, "Actually, there are many People think that timing is the most important thing in catching dolls, but in fact it is the most important to decide the target before catching." He explained unhurriedly, and the grabbing hand in his hand suddenly changed from being disobedient and became very Nimble, "Right now!" Yuuri yells, Viktor pressing the red button the moment he utters the first word.The gripper swooped down and grabbed the toy.

The gripper grabs the toy and rises up, because the edges and corners of the plastic package are just stuck on the four corners of the gripper, and they rise together very steadily.

"Wait a minute—" Viktor muttered, "it's going to—flick—"

"Just wait for it to shake." Yuuri said softly, and at this moment the gripper started - the moment that caused many players to scream - it shook violently, usually, this is the moment when hopes are dashed, Viktor obviously Having suffered the same defeat several times, he had that childish "look, I told you" look in his eyes, but Yuuri just looked at him with a smile.

——The gripper shook, and the toy it was grasping shook violently, and then the gripper let go, just at this moment it swung above the toy's exit.

With a snap, the toy was thrown into the aluminum exit and slid out.Yuuri grabbed it and handed it to Victor.he laughed.

"Here." He said, Victor was silent, but he didn't reach out to pick up the spoils he had fought for two hours. Yuuri's stomach suddenly felt like sinking. Seconds... the next second he should get bad news.He swallowed, and a shiver rose from his gut. "Victor..." He was a little scared.Viktor just stared silently at the toy Yuuri handed him, and after a while, he stretched out his hands, gently cupped Yuuri's fingers, and squeezed them together.

"Here you are," Victor said. "Stormman." Yuuri looked at him inexplicably, Viktor seemed to be aware of this, but it was difficult to explain clearly with his current thinking, he bowed his head and thought for a while. "Carnival...you said it," Victor explained, "you had a lot...and lost it." He gave Yuuri a shy smile that made him look even more like a little boy — except that he was nearly six feet tall, and Yuuri had to look up at him.His palms were hot, the little stormtrooper toy was tickling in Yuuri's palms, and his heart felt like it was being tickled, throbbing with every heartbeat.

Even he himself is not sure when and where he said such a thing.He only vaguely remembered that there was indeed a crane machine with many stormtrooper figures at the carnival, and he did look at it a few times, thinking that it would be nice to catch one-but he dismissed it immediately Thoughts, that seemed a bit out of date at the time, but he couldn't say exactly how out of time.

"Victor..." He murmured, Victor's hand was still clutching his, but Yuuri found himself unable to say anything: He wanted to say how do you remember such trivial things, obviously I can't remember myself He also wanted to say that you can’t spoil and pamper me like this all the time, which would cause my already confused heart to continue to misunderstand; he also wanted to tell Victor, you made a mistake, that’s a model, this one is just a slap Big keychain... But he couldn't say anything, he could only stand there so stupidly, looking at Victor, knowing that he was the most serious person in the world.

"I know..." Victor said intermittently, and he also started to yawn. Once he relaxes, people tend to get sleepy, even Victor is no exception. "I know you always like...like hiding yourself. Don't think about yourself If you want to speak out, you are afraid... you are afraid that you will trouble others or be rejected, right?"

Yuuri didn't know how to answer him, subconsciously wanted to nod, but just sniffed.

"I...not," he said, "I'm used to it, it doesn't matter." Well, now even Yuuri himself is a straight creature.

"There's no need for that." Victor said, "What Yuuri wants, he'll get." He smiled, and the dim light from the bar illuminated his face, which seemed to have a furry, warm and soft texture, accompanied by his softness Yuuri felt as if he had fallen into a dream.

"I……"

"Okay." Victor said suddenly, and withdrew his hand, "Let's go back, you can still sleep for a while."

He leads the way towards the door, and Yuuri freezes for a couple of seconds, then immediately catches up.

They walked side by side in the corridor, separated by less than three centimeters—the corridor was very wide, but their shoulders bumped into each other from time to time.Silence weighed on both of them, making Yuuri uncomfortable.

"How many coins did you change?" Victor's pockets were still jingling, he couldn't help asking, Victor thought for a while.

"It's more than 300 yuan." He said, and Yuuri opened his mouth.

"Three hundred..." The chocolates in his pocket and the stormtrooper key chain became extremely heavy.But Victor just smiled and said nothing.

"You can't do this anymore." Yuuri closed his eyes and said, "This can't be done."

"It's okay," Victor said, "it's okay..."

"I mean you can't play claw machines anymore." Yuuri said sadly, "You're so bad at it, it's like robbery."

Even Victor was speechless for a while, and when they started to go upstairs along the spiral staircase, he whispered: "I don't want to see who's to blame—"

Yuuri felt wronged.

"Blame me?" he asked, laughing angrily, "Why?"

"Because you're so good at it, I don't get enough exercise," Victor replied, laughing at his irrationality.Yuuri puffed up his cheeks feigning anger.

"Generally speaking, you will hit one shot after playing ten times." Yuuri said, "It's because you are a bit too back!"

They whine at each other like two little boys in trouble, just for fun, until Yuuri angrily pulls out a chocolate bar, breaks it in half, and hands Viktor the half.The two of them were silent for a while as the chocolate stuck to their teeth.

"You look so stupid, you know?" Yuuri couldn't help being provocative, but they were both downright stupid.Victor hummed.

"You're stupid." He said mercilessly, "You've got a face, you know that?"

They got to the door, and Viktor started to open the door with his key card, Yuuri stood behind him, took out the toy and started trying to unpack it.

"Oh my god," Yuuri groaned just as Viktor opened the door to beckon him in, "I can't take this." He held up the—the pink storm with a look of desperation Bing key chain, then, he giggled.Victor looked at him with a frown, and after a while, as if infected, Victor laughed too.

"What." He couldn't straighten up laughing, snatched the pink and tender Stormtrooper from Yuuri's hand and looked at it carefully, "It's so stupid—is there such a thing in the movie?"

"Of course not!" Yuuri exclaims, laughing, suddenly realizing, "Wait a minute—you haven't seen Star Wars?" He frowned.

"I think Star Trek is better," Victor replied, and he and Yuuri looked at each other like they'd known each other for the first time, both surprised.

"How dare you say that!" Yuuri was the first to yell out in a low voice, and Viktor followed suit.

"I can't believe it!" he said, "You're a Star Wars fan!"

The two of them stare at each other for a moment, half pretending, half genuinely, and finally Viktor can't help but smile first, and Yuuri follows suit.

"Okay," he said, walking over and placing the Pink Stormtrooper in Viktor's hand, "I think you should have it—you should touch some real masterpieces."

"Are you implying that Star Trek isn't a masterpiece?" Victor asks, looking wide awake now, as does Yuuri.

"That's right," Yuuri replied crisply, "Your precious Star Trek—garbage." He didn't really care one bit about which was better, except that bickering with Viktor was so much fun that he was hooked.Victor looked provoked, a gleam in his eye.

"You are so bold." He said, the corners of his mouth curled up, and the two of them looked at each other for a long time under the reflection of the floor lamp in the living room.Until Yuuri pretended to yawn.

"I—I should go to bed," he said, making a bleary-eyed look. He should be sleepy, but he couldn't be more awake now.So did Victor, but he took a step back.

"Yes, it's time to sleep—" he muttered, the two of them turned their eyes away, the happy factor that was throbbing a few seconds ago quickly cooled down, and they walked to their door, "Unless you want to—" He suddenly spoke again Yuuri looked up sharply at him, waiting.

"Unless you want to come and watch Star Wars with me," Victor whispered, "I mean—you can try—convince me, or—"

Before he could finish, Yuuri was already standing in front of him, a big smile on his face.

"I'm going to get some popcorn," Yuuri says, walking quickly to the snack cabinet in the suite, where Victor freezes for a moment, his eyes squinting and laughing.

"Don't forget the soda!"

*starwarfan and startrekfan diss each other is a very famous phenomenon, everyone looks down on each other.