[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

"What happened?" Yang said in horror, grabbing the closest thing - which happened to be JJ's thigh, "Who will tell me what's going on?"

"Don't know what you're talking about," Victor replies, both he and Yuuri smiling and wearing stupid matching sunglasses.A few minutes ago, the two of them finally stepped onto the second-floor terrace of the restaurant they frequented under the scorching sun.

"Calm down, Liz, calm down—no, seriously, my leg..." JJ grinned in pain.

They were not the only ones who were shocked. After Victor and Yuuri stepped onto the last step on the second floor, several people showed strong discomfort: Sara took a sip of juice, and Guanghong shook her hand, throwing a The whole basket of potato chips was buckled on Leo's crotch, and Kenjiro screamed and sat down in the armchair.

"Okay, mortals, calm down." Phichit said calmly. He and Chris were two of the best performers. "It's just another day for the Nikiforov/Katsushi family."

"Another day we met the Nikiforov/Katsukis," Mira said. "It's definitely not just another normal day for Nikiforov/Katsukis."

As soon as she finished speaking, Victor, under the gaze of a dozen pairs of eyes, took Yuuri's hand, and the two of them clasped their fingers tightly.

"Oh my God," Yang said, "Are you kidding me?"

"Ow!" JJ yelled, "This really hurts!"

Victor took off his sunglasses, and everyone was stunned.He smiled and blinked his left eye.

"That's right, ladies and gentlemen," he announces, "we're together—now we can take questions." Yuuri shakes their holding hands, Viktor looks over at him, and they both smirk at each other .

A 50-second silence ensued as everyone struggled to digest the facts, with the only sound in the air being the click of Chris eating potato chips.

"This is really delicious." He said, "Hell, low-carb life! - Uh, thanks buddy, but no more..." Leo put down the potato chip basket in his hand resentfully - he just Collected as many potato chips as possible from my body, now my whole body smells like salt and pepper.

"So..." Sarah said cautiously, "Who brought it up first?"

Another unbearable exchange of winks, Viktor reached out and grabbed the frame of Yuuri's sunglasses, taking it off.

Girls say "oh-" and boys make "oh-" noises.

"I mentioned it first," Yuuri said, his voice somewhat hoarse for some reason, and he looked tired, but in good spirits, "it's a long story..."

"Long story short, Yuuri said he liked me and I said I liked him too, that's all." Victor said, it must not be that simple!The girls—and Phichit—exchange glances.

As if being reminded, questions popped up one after another.

"Will you live together?" Guanghong asked.

Victor glanced at Yuuri.

"I hope so."

"Don't say it's useless, what did you two do last night, we want details." Chris yelled.

"We..." Yuuri thought for a moment, "Going to watch the stars."

"You know in the 80s, 'watching the stars' means 'find a place where no one's seeing to make out'?" Chris said, but Victor and Yuuri just smiled at him without saying a word, Chris "Oh! !” cried out, and stopped talking.

"That doesn't matter, what are you going to name the first child?" Phichit asked. "As a reminder, a P would be nice."

"Thank you, Phichit," Victor said, "I've always liked the name 'Pene' Lo..."

"Or 'Pan,'" Yuuri said.

"Or 'Patrick'—if it's a boy." Victor nodded.Everyone tried their best not to laugh.

"Potato chips?" Leo asked, and Phichit gave him a smirk.

"You two will be punished," Phichit said. "I happen to know a perfect place to hold a wedding..."

"Isn't it Java Island?" Yuuri said, "You told me already."

"I told you that too," Chengji said.

"And me." Mira said, "...do you have an agreement with the airline?"

Everyone laughed happily.

"I have a question!" Kenjiro said. "If you have a child, will you watch Star Wars first or Star Trek first?"

"Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh')" and "what difference does that make?" from Sara.

Victor put his elbows on the table and stroked his chin.Yuuri's face flushes with his gaze and the booing.

"I listened to Yuuri." He finally said, JJ and Phichit heard the answer and clapped the table frantically.

"All that aside," Young said, "answer this: Are you guys interested in continuing to act?"

For a moment, as if rehearsed in advance, everyone fell silent.Yuuri opened his mouth in bewilderment.

"...Huh?" He said blankly, "What?"

"The news is all over the place, man," JJ said. "Everyone's talking about..."

"...a new legend is born," Mira said, "I mean... everyone, now is crazy to see it."

"My phone is bombarded," Yang said, "and my e-mail..."

"And her other e-mail address..." JJ said.

Of all these expectant, sincere glances, only one dazzles Yuuri.

Victor looked at him quietly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't even change his posture - as if honor was not worth mentioning to him as a choreographer, he was used to being worshiped and followed, and now all his All attention is on another rare treasure.

Yuuri looks at him beggingly, trying to find some opinion in his face.Victor cleared his throat and leaned back in the armchair.

"...I listened to Yuuri." He said with a smile.

"So," Victor asked after they got back to Lilia's house that night, "what's Yuuri thinking?"

Yuuri thought he was talking about something else.

"Obviously," he said gravely, "you guys really shouldn't be yelling at JJ to sing that Spice Girls song." The restless youngsters headed to a karaoke bar after dinner to kill the night.

Victor was amused by his stern face.

"If it's not him, it's Chris—we're saving everyone at the bar tonight," Victor says, "but no! That's not what I'm talking about…" Yuuri walks over and wraps his arms around his waist, Burying her face on his shoulder, "I'm talking about... Yang's proposal. Do you want to continue dancing?"

We can stay as long as you want.Yang told Yuuri at lunch that she would be happy to linger here, the stage facilities are well equipped, the air is good, and most importantly, people from all over the country have been asking them to see the show. Zhenrong.

It wasn't until this moment that Yuuri really realized what he had done.He couldn't answer the question right away.

"I don't know..." Yuuri says, "I mean...I..." Viktor brushes his hair lightly, making him sleepy.

"Now that you know what you're capable of," Victor said, "you make people go crazy for you..."

"It's not like that..." Yuuri muttered, "That's...that's Victor..." Not only because Viktor is the choreographer, but because Viktor is his acting partner, only Viktor can inspire that side of Yuuri, they Just like the sun and the moon.

"No, that's Yuuri's own charm." Victor said, "But then again, I don't think Yuuri's performance that day was perfect, he didn't turn enough laps a few times, he was lazy? Well, I'm full of heart I hope Yuuri will perform perfectly..." He puffed up his face on purpose, his eyebrows drooping down, Yuuri was inevitably nervous when he said that, but then he felt a fighting spirit rising from the bottom of his heart.

"How? Is there anything Yuuri has to offer that will make my heart beat faster?"

As Yuuri Katsuki looked into those soft, smiling eyes, many memories came flooding back—he could have done better.

He nodded.

When Yuuri nodded in agreement, he never expected to be back in training hell for the next two weeks.

He and Viktor signed a new deal with Young, and the dance troupe would stay on for two more weeks until Yuuri and Viktor had to leave.

Now that he has become a member of the dance troupe again, being scolded and ravaged by Yang has become unavoidable. Fortunately, this time, Victor is with him 24 hours a day—they still live in Lilia’s house and go down the mountain in the morning sun every morning Train until the sky is full of stars before returning home; training is hard work, and acting is the best reward.Every second he was on stage he felt like he was becoming a better version of himself, he was learning, transforming, with Victor.

Yuuri began to know a lot of things he didn't know before, he began to know that Victor used to care about his flexibility, and he used to be a "virgin 22" - because he was busy getting a PhD and didn't have time to date; Victor also used to be with Chris Got alcoholism together once in Mexico, actually got alcoholism three times himself, and twice during blizzards when he couldn't get to the store, so daring Slavic youths started trying to extract alcohol from shower gels at home - all of which Even the stupidity made him think Victor more lovable, more charming.

The two weeks were so good that at the end of it, Yuuri didn't feel any regrets - even though he knew that this wonderful vacation was coming to an end, the future he opened with Victor made him look forward to it even more .

That's why, when Victor behaved strangely on the last day of their stay in Blue Jay, he found it particularly strange.

Their plane was at two o'clock in the afternoon, the dance company and Chris had said goodbye the day before, and no one was drunk at the celebration party, and Victor was the one who drank the most.He's been drinking so much that it's a question of how he'll have the energy to pin Yuuri to bed when he gets home at night.On the day of parting, Viktor woke up early and made Yuuri a "breakfast in bed"—the pancakes he made were perfect, the scrambled eggs were fluffy and soft, and the coffee was rich and mellow, which made Yuuri worry while eating: what if Victor has always been so caring, and he will soon go from "less than sixty kilograms" to "less than one hundred kilograms".

They finished their breakfast and began to pack their luggage—a small bag when they arrived, but not necessarily when they returned, and they bought a lot of clothes on the way, as well as Victor's exquisite buttonhole suit (he explained that it was for the cleaning staff) to take it out at his own home and send it here), which made it more difficult for the two men to pack their things, Yuuri kept running in and out, throwing things into duffel bags, only to find that there was always one thing he thought was in place I collected it, but left it outside.

In the end, he found out that it was all Viktor's fault - he followed Yuuri's ass, pretending to help, while fetching things... Yuuri was so angry that he couldn't laugh or cry.

"That's not packing!" He yelled at Victor, who made a nasal sound of "huh" with his nose, and Yuuri rushed to talk to Lilia.

However, Lilia also refused to communicate with him more, as if everything on this day was destined to be unsatisfactory for Victor, and he could only lie on the sofa in the end, talking non-stop.After they had lunch, the taxi came to the door on time, and Lilia gave the two of them a kiss on the cheek.

"When will you go home?" Victor asked, "Or...this place is nice and the environment is good, it's quite suitable for Yakov to retire."

"That would have forced Yulacka to part with his friends in Hasezu, and we don't want that, right?" Lilia said seriously.

"You and I don't seem to know a Jurachka," Victor replied. "That kid has no friends."

"Don't talk about your brother like that." Lilia replied, slapped him on the chest, and pushed him out of her garden, "Now, get out!"

"Ms. Baranovskaya, you use inelegant words!" Viktor said in feigned surprise, bypassing the taxi and getting on the other side.Yuuri poked his head out of the car window and waved to Lilia.Victor leaned over and pressed against his back, and the two of them huddled together in the car window watching her.

"Thank you..." he said, "for everything."

She still had a straight face, but her eyes flickered for a moment.

"Your behavior is very unsafe," she said. "Goodbye, gentlemen."

But she didn't return to the house until the taxi drove far away.Yuuri watched her from the back window until he couldn't see clearly before turning back.

Victor sat aside, watching the scenery fly by outside the window, and the longer they left Lilia's house, the more silent he became.

"Look, it's the bridge." When they passed the bridge, Victor whispered something. The railing had been repaired, as if the accident had never happened. Only Yuuri and Victor knew that somewhere at the bottom of the lake, a car was parked. A jeep that used to go all over the world has a poodle pendant on the rearview mirror.

Those days spent in the car have ended for so long.Yuuri's mood also became a little depressed.But when they got to the airport, he made a call to Phichit on Viktor's cell phone, which put him in a better mood again.

"Wait until you play Overwatch, buddy." Phichit said, "You don't know how miserable we are now..."

"I can imagine that," Yuuri replied, "You're good."

From then until boarding the plane, he didn't find a space again - Phichit spent 45 minutes explaining to him why he didn't cook at length.When the stewardess signaled Yuuri to turn off the phone, he actually felt relieved.

And Viktor— Yuuri didn't realize how silent he was until the flight attendants started handing out hot towels.It's as if the closer he gets to home, the less he talks.

"Are you okay?" Yuuri asked, taking Viktor's hand on the armrest.

"Of course," Victor said, "why ask that?"

"Because..." Yong smoothed Victor's brow with his hand, "See? You are frowning."

Victor smiled.

"I'm thinking about which bathroom is more suitable..." He leaned close to Yuuri's ear and whispered two words, Yuuri's ears turned red as if they had been boiled.

"Don't even think about it," he said. "No way."

He expected Viktor to argue—a pastime that Viktor enjoyed a lot—but Viktor just smiled and said nothing more.

Two hours passed quickly, and when they came to their senses, they were already sitting in a taxi at the airport.

Viktor's melancholy is getting more and more Yuuri can't ask, so he just sits as close to him as possible-this must be very strange to the taxi driver, maybe he will think that one of them is terminally ill.

"What are you worried about?" Yuuri couldn't help asking him, "Are you okay..." Because of Victor's abnormality, Yuuri also became uneasy.

"I was thinking..." Victor said, "I was thinking, with my credit, it would be difficult to get car insurance in the future." He kissed Yuuri's nose and smiled.Yuuri finds it hard to be fooled by him like that, but on the other hand, if Viktor wants to keep something a secret, then Yuuri thinks it's pointless to ask.

They passed the rest of the journey quietly, Yuuri holding Victor's hand and leaning on his shoulder - which was not easy, because he could only sit in the middle of the backseat in the middle of the raised seat, and he had to bend over hard to Leaning on Victor's shoulder.

Finally the taxi pulls up under his apartment, and Viktor kisses him on the cheek, gets out of the taxi just before he gets to the gate, and calls for Yuuri to stop.

"Yuuri!" he said, getting out of the car and running over, he ran up to Yuuri and gave Yuuri a big hug.

"Oh!" Yuuri was taken aback, "...what's wrong?"

"It's okay," Victor says, standing there without moving or speaking, just looking at Yuuri and smiling like he's reluctant to leave.

"Victor...the car is still waiting for you," Yuuri reminded him.Victor pursed his lips, showing a determined expression.

"Now that we're back..." he said softly, "nothing has changed, has it? I mean," he added, "than... compared to being in Blue Jay..."

"Of course not!" Yuuri replied, "but... wait a minute... I think I'm going to start dieting again." He tilted his head and smiled, and Victor leaned over without saying a word, cupped his face and kissed it for a moment.

A lot of reluctance suddenly appeared in Yuuri's heart.He didn't move, and neither did Victor, even though it was time for them to go, and there was absolutely no need to be reluctant - Victor lived so close, it was only a ten-minute walk.

"Do you want to come up?" Yuuri asked, "Phichit won't mind."

Victor hesitated, but he shook his head.

"That's your apartment," he said. "I'm not going to take it." He finished, taking a step back. "Bye, Yuuri," he said softly, with such solemnity that Yuuri was scared too.

"It's strange..." he said, "you're making it look like we're never going to see each other again."

"That's impossible." Victor said, "I'll be pestering you all the time...I'm so pestering. If you don't believe me, ask me, Fa Xiao, he's annoyed by me..."

Victor's hair boy himself laughed.

"You're annoying." Yuuri said, "but I like that..." It's all because Victor is so obsessive, so stubborn, and doesn't know how to give up, that they are what they are today, isn't it?

"Then you have something to look forward to." Victor said, taking another step back. "Bye, Yuuri." He left.

Yuuri watched him get into the taxi until he turned and entered the gate code.

Victor sits in the taxi, watching Yuuri disappear behind the door, feeling depressed.

"How are you, young man?" said the driver in a thick Indian accent. "Is everything going well?"

"It's okay——" Victor paused, he didn't know if he was okay.

"Are you guys going to separate?" the driver asked, "Break up?"

"What? Of course not." Victor replied, "It's just...we just came back from a trip. We were just... together during the trip. But now we're back, and we lived in the same city for three years , only met five times except for work."

"And you're worried now that the trip is over and the spark of love is going to die?" the driver quipped poetically, eyeing Victor in the rearview mirror, "Oh come on, I fell in love too—Sheila, I My wife, I was living in Mumbai and she was in New Delhi, and I couldn't sleep the night before I moved to New Delhi - what if she found me too close? What if our love was just an illusion? But today we've been married for 30 years - not bad."

Victor leaned back in his chair, thinking.His apartment complex was within sight.

"You have to try," said the driver. "New circumstances change things, but if your love is meant to be, you'll get over it."

Victor got out of the car and walked to his apartment.Everything was the same as when he left, except himself - he came back as a brand new Viktor Nikiforov.

He greeted the security guard as he passed the corridor.

"Good evening, Mr. Nikiforov," said the security guard, "Long time no see."

"It's been a long time, like a lifetime." Victor replied, "Good night to you too."

He took the elevator to his apartment on the top floor, his phone in his hand.The apartment was the same as before, not even a speck of dust - cleaners come and clean it regularly.

He walked around the house and poured himself a glass of water to drink.This room is too big and too cold, far less warm and pleasant than Lilia's small guest room.

He opened the curtains and stood in front of the French windows in the living room overlooking the city, and Yuuri's apartment could be seen, which used to be the furthest distance for Victor.

He held up his phone - the old Viktor would never do that, he would wait, he would take a step back, he would give each other plenty of space.But he wasn't that man anymore.

He turned on the screen and started typing a text message. His heart was beating fast, and he wanted to click send before he got scared.He finished typing, then read it twice.

"Do you want to have lunch together tomorrow? We can meet at school."

And then...send.He began to wait.He has never felt such tension, because he has never received any reply from this number. Since he got this number three years ago, the communication between them has been limited to a few phone calls, and he is constantly trying After the dialogue failed, he finally gave up.

He waited and read the text message again.

Wait a minute—that might be too strong a word...why do we have to meet at school?He started typing a new text message frantically.

Or, anything else, whatever... He was about to enter "place" when a white dialog popped up.

"Yeah! I'll bring the tonkatsu — but I'll just watch you eat." Comes with a crying emoji.

Victor stared at the text for a long time, especially the emoji.

He put down his phone and took a deep breath.

He smiled.