[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

Seventh day.

-AM7:00

-Sweet House B&B in Blue Crow Town

Yuuri Katsuki opened his eyes to see that this day was no different.

He thought that his heart would be ups and downs, and he had prepared some excuses to explain his gaffe seven days ago, but he had never expected that he would be so calm.This made people feel a little uneasy, so while eating breakfast, he tried hard to find some sense of loss in his heart, but found nothing.

These seven days—not just these seven days, this whole journey can bring him far more gains than regrets, for a person who is used to losing, there is nothing better than this.

"What's wrong?" Chris asked.

"What?" Yuuri asked back.

"You're giggling," Chris said. "Is your bacon particularly funny?"

Yuuri glanced down at his plate.

"Ah, very funny!" He replied with a big smile.

"Wow," Chris sighed, elbowing Victor, who was busy slathering jam on toast. "Is he nervous?"

Viktor looks up at Yuuri for a moment—Yuuri is trying to tell his heart to slow down so that Viktor won't hear him—and then he says, "No, he's just happy."

For some reason, his words made Yuuri feel even happier.But Victor went on to say:

"Maybe it reminds me of Captain Kirk."

Yuuri grabs the almonds from the small plate in front of him and throws them at him.

-AM9:00

- Inspector Smith's House, Stewart Township

Mrs. Smith hurried across the hall and opened the door.Her husband's colleague, Hildonat, was standing there, smiling, holding up a box of donuts.

"Oh Teddy—" she cried, and gave him a warm hug, "what brought you here? Is the bureau all right?"

"Same," Constable Nat replied, "I was patrolling the neighborhood and just wanted to see him—how's old Louie? You don't know how much I miss him, my new partner smells like a gorilla— And not particularly bright. When will he be back?"

"Not bad," Mrs. Smith replied, "I mean, he just handed in his review report the day before yesterday, and the bureau said there would be a hearing in two days to discuss his, uh-freeing Ivan the Killer , then there will be a decision. Have you heard anything from the bureau?"

"This kind of thing will not be heard by patrolling police officers like us." Teddy replied, "But I'm sure they won't embarrass Louis. God, that man is almost a living sign of our town police station. He is approachable and friendly. Good tempered, they won't fire a 15-year old cop like him."

"It's better," said Mrs. Smith, "he's upset every day now—poor Louie, he still can't believe that boy is a murderer's accomplice, 'how can he help a murderer get away? ?He looks like 17 at most!' He mutters like this every day, I think he's going crazy if it keeps going like this - that's why I'm taking him out for a walk. He can't stay in the house anymore, for God's sake .”

"Poor gullible Louie," Teddy said, "he took down the license plate of that jeep because he thought there was something he could do in case the kid needed help, and who would have thought it would have anything to do with Birch Township?" The license plate on the victim report is exactly the same? You should have seen the expression on Louis' face at that time, his face was pale. If I say he is too credulous, his heart softens when he sees a poor child. These desperadoes are exactly took advantage of that."

"I wish I'd caught him sooner," said Mrs. Smith. "I mean the murderer, how on earth did he convince a kid to help him escape? He's got a lot of guts! Oh Teddy, don't you think he'll Did you kill the child already?"

"There is no such report yet," Teddy said, "at least he didn't dump the body in the city—" He saw Mrs. Smith's face change, and said quickly: "But he hasn't caused any death so far." A murder, Charlie, if it makes you and Louie feel better, the guy—he missed in Birch, he stabbed a loan shark, but he was too fat and the knife was too small to do any harm. Touching the internal organs-to be honest, the police in Birch Town didn't believe it at first. They thought they were trying to cheat the bounty and made up a story, because they were so scared that they couldn't tell where they were injured or by whom. Stabbed until one of their particularly clever officers connected the case to Gas Perkins' report, and both pairs of details matched! That's when the case was opened for investigation."

He looked smug, as if he was the one who linked the two cases together.

"It's unbelievable," said Mrs. Smith. "I can't believe a murderer would just walk away from the police in such a botched way. Louis always said that if the guy in the backseat He is a murderer, so how many chances should he get out of it!"

"If they were just a father and son on the road," Teddy replied, "there's no need to lie. Anyway, it's clear when you catch him." His eyes fell on the dark glasses that Mrs. Smith was clutching. And on the visor, he brought up another topic, "Ah, you must be looking forward to this trip? Where are you going?"

"The first stop is Blue Crow Town." Mrs. Smith said, her eyes were shining brightly, "There is such a dance performance - I heard it is wonderful, I booked the tickets online, and it cost me nearly [-] yuan .”

"Then you'd better leave early," Teddy said. "It's been raining a lot lately, and the roads are really bad when it rains. Don't be late."

After he finished speaking, he touched the brim of the police cap with his fingertips, then turned and walked towards the police car parked by the side of the road. His partner was sitting in the car, eating a banana comfortably.

"Oh, for God's sake," Teddy groaned, "get my human partner back on track."

-AM9:00

-Birch Town

Mila Babicheva opened the door and came out humming.The sky was gloomy, but it didn't hurt her mood. She was wearing a blue hair band on her head, carrying a goose-yellow travel backpack, and holding the car keys in her hand—for this trip, she asked her friend to borrow them. A small Toyota.As she walked across the manicured lawn, she seemed to hear someone calling herself.

"Mila!" The 14-year-old sister Lacey chased after her in a hurry, her chest heaved like a bunny, her hair in countless braids fluttered behind her, a plastic lunch box in her hand, and followed Running, the things in the box made the sound of hard objects hitting, "You forgot to bring the cherry pie baked by Dad." She said, and forced the box into Mira's arms.

"I did it on purpose." Mira said helplessly, "Baking is not where Dad shines."

"You'd better take it," Lacey said, "or he's going to be in trouble again—sobers are fragile."

"I can see that," Meera replied, unzipping the travel bag and stuffing the box in, before she gave her sister a hug. "Hey, okay? I'll be back the day after tomorrow."

"But I still hope you don't go," Lacey replied. "I don't want to hear Lowry talk about the boys she met all day long. And there are so many things that haven't been packed in time!"

"Then what are you going to do when I go to college?" Mira said, "You'd better start thinking about it now—you just need to pack your things, and the real estate company promised to help us do a big cleaning .”

"They just wanted to check the house for termites so they could charge more," Lacey said angrily. "I still don't understand why we can't stay."

"We've talked about this," Meera said, "because we all need a fresh start—and Dad agreed, and the first step is to get rid of the past for good, loan sharks, and, you know, Mom .”

"There's always a part of me that thinks she's coming back," Lacey said, with both sisters feeling a bit sentimental. "Isn't that weird?"

"That's what I thought," Meera said, "but I'm tired of waiting—well, I've got to go, in case it rains and the roads are going to get bad again. I'll remember to bring a souvenir."

"Any souvenirs from Blue Jays, sissy?" Lacey said sarcastically. "You've never seen the Blue Jays high school hockey team—they can't even beat me."

"That's not an excuse for you and Lori to beat 'em up and beg for mercy," Meera pointed out. "I'll bring souvenirs anyway—not sissies, and maybe bring you some posters or something."

"Then I'll have the autographed ones," Lacey said. "That kind of thing can fetch a lot of money on eBay."

Mira pinched her nose, turned and opened the door, and got into the car.As she looked out of the car window, her father's figure flickered past the living room window -- not even a week ago, even if Meera had stood in the doorway and announced loudly that she was going to a striptease. Take a second look at the wine bottle.

All this happened because those two foreigners walked into the restaurant where they worked.

"Life," she sighed, "you never know."

-PM14:00

-Y City, Ian's Apartment

Sarah Crispino held the supermarket shopping paper bag in one hand and opened the door with a key in the other. She met her boyfriend's eyes.

Li Chengji's hand was still in the air, maintaining the posture of preparing to open the door.

"Hi," he muttered, blushing, "I heard your footsteps."

Sara felt sweet and laughed when Phichit's voice came from the room.

"You 'heard' her footsteps 150 eight times, buddy." The Thai was wearing comfortable striped pajamas, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, holding a game controller in his hand, leaning left and right with the racing car on the screen, "It's time to win once."

"Oh shut up." Sara said, took out an apple from the shopping bag and threw it at him, Phichit dodged it without looking back. "Why aren't you packing your luggage?" She stood in the living room and asked, "Where is Guanghong? The plane takes off in two hours, and we should be sitting in a taxi in 10 minutes!"

"Relax, Sara, relax—" Phichit said, "We are men, do you understand?"

"So?" Sarah asked, "what does this have to do with your gender?"

"We're men," Phichit said. "We're dirty, we don't live as long as women, and we're easily manipulated by sex, but we pack things fast."

Sara looked at him, then at Seungji—the latter nodded in silent affirmation.

She has nothing to say.

"Why do I think none of you are in a hurry?" she complained. "Victor specifically told us not to be late—especially you, Phichit!"

"What's wrong with me!" Phichit yelled, "Don't provoke the relationship between me and my idol."

"Come on!" Sara exclaimed, "anything can happen! We could get stuck in traffic, the flight could be delayed if it's going to rain, we could have a bad landing and turn back—we have to act fast! This is Don't you care about Yuuri's big things?"

"Because it's Yuuri's big event, it's very important to overwrite his game records while he's not at home." Phichit said seriously, "This is a chance for a confrontation between me and his man, wait until he comes back , Finding that I am no longer the holder of the speed record, I should know that the title of Yu-Gi-Oh in this circle has changed hands!" He fell into a beautiful fantasy, and Sarah looked at Chengji.

"Is he serious?"

"Seriously," Seungji said, "but not realistically—Katsuki Yuuri's game skills are beyond reproach."

"So even if you could overwrite his records—?"

"He'll cover us again as soon as he comes back." Seungji replied, but he still didn't put down the controller.

"Then why—"

Seungji was silent for a while.

"Just let us have this moment."

"It's hard to argue with the logic of living in the moment... Where's Guanghong?"

"The bathroom," Seung-gi said, "it would be great if you could find a way to get him out—he's been in it for two hours."

"So you guys haven't been to the bathroom for two hours?" Sara asked, and Seungji was silent again, as if judging whether she could bear the truth, Phichit held up an empty orange juice bucket and waved it at her. wave.

"Disgusting—" Sara muttered, "What is Guanghong doing? Constipated?"

"Still chatting with people." Phichit said, he hadn't blinked for more than ten minutes, his eyes were bloodshot, "What's his name, his netizen—"

"Lucky Star 0802." Cheng Ji said.

"So he doesn't know how old this guy is or what his name is?" Sara said. "Am I the only one who thinks this doesn't sound right?"

"What's the matter?" Phichit said nonchalantly, "He said that person and he were super easy to chat with. I guess I'm just a freak who just messes around with anything."

"Isn't that scary?" Sara said angrily, feeling like a worried mother. "It might be a scam."

"How is it possible? Super superstitious nerds like them will never meet each other. Even if we do, wouldn't there still be Chengji?"

She had no choice but to ignore the two boys, went straight to the bathroom, opened the door and walked in. Ji Guanghong was sitting cross-legged on the toilet seat, holding a mobile phone in his hand, his facial features were illuminated blue.

He raised his head, with a dazed expression, looking like a frightened lamb.

Motherly love for small animals welled up in Sarah—"What's the matter?" she asked.Guanghong handed her the phone, and Sarah only glanced at it, then turned and walked out of the bathroom, unplugging the game console.

"Hey!" Phichit yelled, "I almost beat Yuuri!"

"No, we haven't." Seungji said, "It's still far away."

"Represent yourself," Phichit said, "I'm building up."

"The finish line is less than ten meters away." Chengji pointed out, but Phichit ignored him.

"Look at this!" Sara said, holding the phone under the eyes of the two boys, and neither of them spoke.

There was only one sentence on the screen of the mobile phone, which was sent by "Lucky Star 1003".

"Do you want to come out and meet? I live in Blue Crow Town now. If you want to come, call me at this number." A string of numbers followed.

Phichit gasped.

"It's a scam!" he yelled, "Chengji, what am I talking about! It's a scam!"

Sarah looked at him coldly.

"Yeah, you found out so quickly." She said sarcastically, "I almost felt relieved."

-PM14:00

- Blue Jay Theater Café

"I asked." Once JJ was seated, Leo - with a new cut on his face - said to him, "I told him."

"What did you say?" JJ was at a loss. He just came to buy a cinnamon roll between rehearsals, but he happened to run into Leo, "Ask who?"

"Oh!" Leo waved his hands anxiously, "Just chat with me! Ji-guang-hong."

"Oh—the fortune teller." JJ suddenly realized that Leo had been busy chatting with that guy online these days, so he shared the news with JJ immediately. "What did you ask?"

"I asked him if he'd like to come and meet him in Blue Jay," Leo said. "I mean—I could go to him, but I can't fly right now..."

"So you invited him over here?" JJ asked, "What are you going to do, have dinner, drink, watch a movie, and maybe share a glass of frozen yogurt? Can you hit base by twelve o'clock?"

"I'm not dating him, okay? I'm just... we've got a good chat, and I want to meet him, you know, straight. I'm straight, he's straight, and we'll have dinner Dinner and a movie—no bases! Just . . . having some fun."

"Oh, so it's just for fun!" JJ said, but he slapped the table and laughed in his heart, "Oh——" he wanted to say "you will make a very sweet couple" but at this moment, the coffee shop's There was a commotion outside the door, and he couldn't help being curious, so he stopped a waiter.

"What happened?" JJ asked.

"It's nothing," the male waiter replied, "a guy who wanted to join you but was not selected was too drunk, didn't know how to get in, and made a lot of noise to expose the black story-we have already called the police."

Leo and JJ are used to this sort of thing - almost every week there are emails from people threatening to sell some "shocking scandal" to the magazine unless they let him in, but so far they haven't budged Once, and never saw any "explosive scandals" in any of the magazines.

The two of them quickly put the incident behind them and continued to joke about Leo's online friends.

-PM17:25

-The first row of audience seats in the Blue Jay Theater

Katsuki Yuuri panicked a bit.

He didn't panic when he was having breakfast; he didn't panic during training, but now he really started to sweat on his palms and feel cold on his back.

—Victor is gone.He's nowhere to be found, and Yuuri has pretty much turned the backstage upside down, even asking the Argentinian women who clean up, but no one knows where Viktor went.Standing in the front row of the audience, Yuuri feels dizzy: he never imagined what would happen if Victor wasn't there.

All these preparations and so much effort, not only for myself, but also for Victor to see him on stage, but what if Victor is not watching?From the very beginning, it was Victor who encouraged Yuuri to come to the present, so he could approach his dream boldly and without scruples, and Victor gave him courage.If Victor wasn't there to watch him... He suddenly felt unspeakably lost and sad.

Wanting Victor to see himself shining brightly—once that reason collapsed, he became that boy lingering in the past with dead dreams, a self-satisfied fool.It made him start to feel unsure if he could do it, but—

There seemed to be a burst of exclamation from far away, and then like waves of wheat, the exclamation spread to Yuuri's side.He found himself blocked by the shadow of a person.

"I'm sorry." He muttered, and lowered his gaze to see a pair of shiny black leather shoes with pointed toes.Then came the black suit trousers, Yuuri raised his head dully, and met a familiar smiling face.

"Hi~" Viktor greeted with a smile on his face, inserted his left hand into the right cuff to adjust the cuff buttons, Yuuri stared at him dumbfounded - he was wearing a well-crafted, well-fitting black three-piece suit, and his hair was neatly done Neat, the whole person looks radiant, and he can walk to the altar to get married or meet the president immediately.Yuuri sniffed, smelling a faint scent of men's cologne.He opened his mouth wide, like a broken puppet.

"Wei..." he stammered, and suddenly came back to his senses, "Why did you go there!" He jumped up, a feeling of wanting to cry and make a fuss occupied his thoughts, "You... ...What are you changing into?"

Victor looked as if he heard something outrageous.

"This is Yuuri's big day, shouldn't I make a point?" he asked, "If someone asks who is the most dazzling actor on stage, I can tell him with the most pride that he is my student."

Yuuri felt his face tighten, and he lowered his head, his lips moving.

"You are not just my teacher..." He whispered, so many things have happened between them in the past few days, it is far from the relationship between teachers and students, but what is their relationship?What kind of relationship is it that they laugh together, watch movies, and care about each other like they do?He suddenly found it difficult to put a simple label on it. Maybe the most direct answer was there, but he didn't have the guts to ask.

Victor smiled indulgently, and he touched Yuuri's face.

"Of course I am not just your teacher." He said, his voice suddenly sank, "I am your godfather (IAMYOURGODFATHER)."

Yuuri laughed at him. "Oh, congratulations on learning to tell Star Wars jokes," he said. "How's it feel to be the 'cool kid'?"

"A little queasy," Victor replied, "I feel like I've betrayed my faith." But he laughed too.They just looked at each other like this, and suddenly they didn't know what to say, only smirks and—— and hope that they could just keep staring at each other like this forever.

Yuuri coughed lightly and looked away.

"That..." He looked left and right to find a topic, but the others were either busy with rehearsals, or they were taking advantage of this time to recharge their batteries, and no one wanted to get in the way.

"I want to say," Victor said suddenly, "I've actually been waiting for you...to explode again, or something."

He looked a little embarrassed, but there was a proud gleam in his eyes.

"But I didn't," Yuuri said.

"But you don't," Victor said, "You don't know how much I... you're the bravest person I've ever known, Yuuri."

I'm not.Yuuri thought, even if I had courage, it was because of you.But he didn't say anything, just let this precious time flow quietly at last.

"Victor, I want to tell you something," Yuuri said, and he made a gesture with his index and middle fingers, ring and pinky fingers together*, and Viktor looked at Yuuri incredulously, but didn't wait He starts to get excited, and Yuuri continues, "May the Force be with you." He turns and runs.

Victor stood there for a while.

"Katsuki Yuuri," he murmured softly, "If I catch you——If I catch you—"

so what?He stumped himself again.

Viktor stood there thinking for a while, Yuuri's mischievous smile before he slipped away was more preoccupied than Vulcan's tainted rage as he raised his hand in salute, and actually—he found himself not angry at all.

"If I catch you, you're finished," he said to himself, then laughed.

*Note: The index finger and middle finger, ring finger and little finger are close together to salute Vulcan. It is the classic action of the character Spock in "Star Trek". The slogan "Mayt? heforcebewithyou", so it stabbed Victor in the heart... But he also made a joke before that I am your father, so... this is self-inflicted.