[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

At the beginning, it was like the beginning of a world, everything was chaotic.

Yuuri Katsuki was in costume and ballet shoes, and a crowd of similarly dressed people surrounded him in awe, until he stared at the closed curtain and suddenly realized that he was the lead dancer.

This feels like a dream.Something is wrong, Yuuri thinks, because—just then the music starts, the lights come on, the curtains start to part left and right, and the applause erupts like a tide.

At some point, you always realize it wasn't a dream.

Reality will betray you, no doubt, in dreams, there will be no hot, hot lights shining on the top of your head, making you feel like the back of your head is about to melt, and there will be no makeup smell smoke from actresses around you It seems to drill straight into your nose, making you want to sneeze; there are tightly tied dancing shoes, hundreds of lines you can't see the source, but you know the sight focused on you-it will definitely betray you.

This is not a dream, but reality.A real, complex, cruel and surprising reality.

It requires a person's continuous efforts, and sometimes no matter how hard you try, it will be in vain, and sometimes it will turn around when you don't expect it.

Yuuri took a deep breath.His ears caught the notes, and it was as if a machine started to turn. He wasn't the only one, the whole stage came alive from stillness. He raised his head and smiled at the audience.

What he found - brutal as it was beyond imagination - was that he had become obsessed with this reality.

The group dance spread out like flower petals being blown away, surrounded him, and he began to dance—first he ran and jumped slightly, he shuttled through the group dance, hooking up and down like a butterfly—this is not an elf The real face is just the devil's delusion, "You have to express your charm as much as possible." He still remembers Yang saying, "Because in the eyes of the devil, this guy who makes him feel so confused is absolutely Not a nice guy."

"Sounds like you're saying the demon is a closet," Yuuri remembers replying, "The reason he rejected the elf all along the way was because he was attracted to the elf—I won't go into that." Seeing Yang Folding his arms, his nose flared like a dragon, he hastily added.

"Well," she said finally, "none of us can say that the choreographer must have created this character without a sweetheart in mind—in that case, please show an amorous handsome man."

Her words put Yuuri in a long period of distress. It's one thing to play lip service, but it's another thing to show the image the choreographer intended. When he watched Leo and Kenjiro perform, he found that they all made this assumption The elf in the novel is treated as a playboy image, he is lively, active, and likes new things, just like Yang said, he is a passionate and handsome man.But Yuuri himself doesn't see it that way: he thinks the character contains a value orientation of the devil himself, the opposite of what the devil thinks is right, while Viktor - Viktor's "demon" (despite the evil name) is He is a knight-like guy full of morality and responsibility, and correspondingly, the "mistakes" it identifies should be irresponsible, frivolous, and dissolute.

Not only affectionate and curious, but also stubborn and cowardly - full of love but stingy with sincerity, this is the role Yuuri understands.He even felt that the devil should have been aware of the existence of elves, but he was only afraid of its attractive and gentle side, so he distorted the character of elves in his imagination.

What he needs to do is... make himself like a spoiled rich girl, he is born high, compassionate and loving, but it is all false, the real she is a self-centered coward, who will pay When she was sincere, she would shrink back and give herself a lot of high-sounding reasons.

The most important thing is to hang out and ... with reservations.He thought, the pace of shuttling through the crowd became faster, and he was indifferent to people, seemingly innocent and willing to refuse anyone, but in fact he always had reservations.He will not refuse every pair of hands extended to him, but his favor is as fleeting as dewdrops in the morning sun.He can dance with this girl, or hold that guy's hands, but he never stops.

The rhythm of the song was accelerating, he knew that the climax was about to be reached, and his connection with the whole stage was getting closer and closer. Unknowingly, the lights no longer burned, but became bright and dazzling, illuminating the stage with lights The light is bright, he can see the expressions of every supporting dancer clearly, some of them are smiling, some are affectionate, and some are looking at his gorgeous dance from a distance and can only wait for their change of heart, and in this faster and faster rhythm, they Seeing those familiar, sea-blue eyes fleetingly, he couldn't even stop to make sure they were just his imagination - Viktor seemed to be watching him, motionless, full of... longing.

Would that be...really?

The music stops abruptly at the top.Yuuri crossed his arms and stopped abruptly.He gasped, his ears filled with buzzing, and he felt like he was going to have a nosebleed.

Until the curtain fell, a few backup dancers came to surround him and walked to the left side of the stage, Yuuri still hadn't recovered.They were smiling warmly at Yuuri, and a few girls ran up to hug him, and Yuuri was only half-opening his mouth, unable to remember.

Until Yang pounced, shaking his shoulders. "My God!" she screamed, "Did you see their reaction, they love you!"

"I—what?" Yuuri said in a daze, Yang slapped him hard on the forehead, and she pulled him to a quieter corner of the backstage.

"Listen!" she said.

"Listen to what?"

"Listen!" Yang repeated impatiently.

As if waiting for the waves to hit the beach, he gradually heard waves of applause from far away, like tireless applause, and Yuuri was soon surrounded by it He stood there, trembling.

"This is--"

"OMG, they love you so much!" Yang said, "This character really...I mean you are amazing!"

"But..." Yuuri opened his mouth, but he didn't know what he wanted, he just felt a hot current passing through his heart and welling up in his eyes, he quickly sniffed, avoiding Yang's gaze.

The applause slowly subsided, and the next scene was about to begin.Yuuri was still standing there, thinking about everything that had just happened.Yang walks away.

He stood leaning on the wall with his head bowed down.A makeup artist passing by couldn't help but asked worriedly, "Are you all right, Yuuri? Are you feeling unwell?"

Yuuri jerked her head up, startling her - he had a sunny smile on his face, flushed, brows parted, he looked like a little boy who'd rolled in mud, and finally A trace of shyness and timidity disappeared, and he was full of enthusiasm and boldness.

"I'm fine." He said, "It's fine..." He turned his gaze to the entrance.

He's already -- he can't wait to get back on that stage.

Viktor looked excited, his face flushed, and he kept ruffling his hair.The stylist who followed him kept screaming "Wait a minute!" but couldn't stop him.

He looked eagerly at the stage—the plot of the fourth act is the forces that hinder the boy, dragons, witches, desert storms and the sea are coming on stage one by one, and they will bring a lot of trouble to the boy in the future, but Victor looked at the stage, No one would misunderstand that he was admiring his own choreography work. His eyes were long and long, and he was reminiscing about the performance a few minutes ago through his memory!

"Did you see it?" he asked Chris. "You saw—he—" He was incoherent like a seven-year-old opening a birthday present to find his favorite remote control car inside, eager to tell The friend showed off, "Did you see that?"

"Saw—and heard," Chris replied. "The crowd loves him—can you calm down, it's your turn soon," he said, gesturing to an assistant , and asked him to fetch some ice-cold mineral water, Victor looked like he was about to go into shock with excitement.He's never been, and it makes Chris realize how wise that old adage is: live long enough to see everything.

"He's awesome," Viktor mutters, "I mean...he gets it." As if to vent his complaints, Viktor pours his affection into the "false elf" character as much, and he loves Yuuri, there's no denying that, But he also knows Yuuri's shortcomings better than anyone else-he is not afraid of giving, but he is afraid of being hurt if he opens his heart, and he makes "loving him" difficult.Is there any chance that Yuuri will understand what Victor is trying to tell him from this character?

You don't need to build a wall to protect yourself, let me love you - let someone else love you, and one day, someone will be your wall.

"That," Chris said suddenly, pulling Victor back to reality, "It's not a big deal, I just wanted to tell you...I seem to have told Yuuri something just now."

It's almost customary, Viktor thinks, every time he sees Chris talking to Yuuri, his heart skips a beat—"What did you say?" he asks.

"Uh, well, I said..." Chris said, "I said you're incomparable on stage."

"..."

"I also said that no one can partner with you on stage because you'll overshadow everything."

"..."

"Then I asked him if he agreed."

At that moment, Victor really didn't know what to answer. This is Chris's ability. A few words can make people feel emotional. He should write suspense novels, shouldn't he?

"What is his answer?"

"Well..." Chris made a fool of himself, and Victor left him straight away and began to prepare to enter the arena—the moment when elves and demons meet has arrived.Just then, Chris' voice sounded behind him again.

"He said he wouldn't." Chris said, Victor turned his head and met his smiling face, "How about it, isn't it very ambitious?" He walked over, put Victor's shoulders, and whispered in his ear:

"You've been challenged—a legend."

Victor glanced at Chris—the familiar musical variation had sounded, which was the signal for his appearance, and he raised his eyebrows.

"Then let him try."

Victor was more eager than ever to get back on stage.