[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

Chapter 21

"...I'm sorry," Victor, who had been silent all this time, finally said after they drove two kilometers, "I still want to ask."

"Ask, ask," Yuuri said helplessly, gripping the steering wheel firmly, "Quickly expel it."

Victor, who was lying on his back in the passenger seat, suddenly sat up straight, looking excited like a cheetah smelling an antelope.

"Did you come up with this way of pretending to be a teenager on a whim," he asked enthusiastically, "or have you been doing it for years?"

"...I shouldn't have let you ask." Yuuri muttered, and to hide his embarrassment, he reached out and tried to adjust the volume of the music, which was now playing a sad love song by tonibrax slowly, his hand He was caught by Victor in mid-air.

"Concentrate on driving." Victor said, his palms were hot, Yuuri shuddered, and withdrew his hand, he gave Victor a careful look out of the corner of his eye, who turned down the volume as if nothing happened .

Yuuri cleared his throat.

"People say that all the time!" he explained, "Do you know how hard it is for me to buy a drink at the supermarket? ... I might as well take advantage of it." He said, laughing too, "What's the problem? "

"No problem, son," Victor replied, "You're right, honey."

His voice seemed to be coated with honey, and Yuuri couldn't help a chill, and Viktor laughed at the expression on his face.

Yuuri glanced at him. "I feel sorry for my mother." He followed Victor, "Why did you go blind?"

"You can't say that about your mother," Victor said sternly, "she was a respectable woman, and it's not her fault if she didn't play a big role in your growing up, you know they're invisible That's the bad thing about people—you can't see her."

"Oh, really?" Yuuri said, putting on a childlike voice, "If you can't see him, then how was I born Daddy?" Viktor couldn't hold his face anymore, he leaned back , covering his forehead and laughing.

"We talked about this, son," he said comfortably, putting his hands on the back of his head, "You got it from a magpie. An oversized one..." He gestured to a watermelon-sized one, "Overlord magpie."

"..." Yuuri laughed, "Shouldn't anyone ever beat you on thick skin?"

His co-pilot thought for a moment. "That's true," he said sincerely, "that's right."

Yuuri had nothing to say, he drove for a while, after about ten minutes, he felt his cheeks sore, and suddenly realized that he had been giggling since just now, he quickly tried to adjust his expression, at this moment, Victor's The voice came from behind again.

"So you know how to drive," he said, and Yuuri glanced at him, only to see a pair of thighs jiggling to the beat of the music, and Victor flattened the back of the seat as far as it could go, turning the car into a makeshift sunny beach.

"…Of course I can drive," Yuuri says, trying to be as cool as possible, even though he knows all about the years Viktor was absent is a sensitive sore point, "I learned it the year I graduated from high school."

"With Phichit?" Victor asked, "I'll just ask, nothing else. I promise."

"You know we do everything together," Yuuri had to say, "He's my best friend."

"I know," Victor said, "he's a really nice young man..." He sounded thoughtful, and Yuuri was flattered by the change in his attitude towards Phichit—Yuuri Katsuki longed for Victor's approval, In all respects, of course he wanted Viktor to like his friend, but after Phichit almost snatched himself right under his nose?This seems a little strange.Yuuri couldn't help but give him another look, and Viktor caught it.

"Why?" he said, "A father can't praise his son's friend?"

——It seems that Victor has become addicted to the role of dad.Yuuri had no choice but to reply, "Of course, Dad." He hesitated for a moment, then added, "But I thought you'd be very angry..."

"You made a friend who dared to defy the professor's order for you, why should I be angry?" Victor said, "I'm very happy." But he didn't smile, and of course he didn't show any displeasure. It's been... faint, as if immersed in thoughts, and doesn't care much about what he hears or says, which makes Yuuri wonder what he's thinking, but then again, he's Victor Nikifer Love, he's a tightly shut book, and if he doesn't want to reveal what's on his mind, it's useless to use a chisel.

A few minutes later, Taylor Swift's singing came from the stereo again, Victor sat up straight and wanted to change a song, but Yuuri stopped him.

"No, don't change it." He muttered, "Just listen to her."

Victor smiled slightly. "It's up to you, son," he said, and instead of lying back this time, he straightened the seat.

"So," he said, finally ending his musing, "do you have a car?"

Yuuri grunted vaguely. "Don't buy me a car!" Thinking of Victor's usual performance, he hurriedly declared that Victor leaned against the car window and laughed. "I have a bicycle*."

"Bicycle (note*)? You mean that kind of bicycle?" Victor said, suddenly turning his head to stare at him, "Katsuki Yuuri, don't tell me..."

Katsuki Yuuri's face turned red hot.

"Okay ok!" he yelled to hide his embarrassment, "I bought a motorcycle*!"

"..." Victor sat up straight suddenly, with an expression of disbelief on his face, "You..." he said in shock, "What are you?"

"I bought a motorcycle," Yuuri said, "what's the matter?...I think...it's cool..."

"..." Victor leaned back in the chair silently, his whole body trembling with laughter, apparently thinking that the two concepts of "motorcycle" and Katsuki Yuuri were so funny that Yuuri's ears turned red.

"You are my father," he muttered unconvinced, "you should support every decision I make!"

"Oh honey," Victor said joyfully, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes, "but this is..." There was another burst of laughter, and he sat up straight, rubbing his eyes and sore cheeks, "I don't laugh anymore, I'm rooting for you, son, I'm sure you're gorgeous, really...but is it safe?" His concern seemed genuine, and Yuuri felt even more embarrassed.

"...didn't know." Yuuri said, "I bought it to save some time in class, you know we have a radio class on the other side of the city since the sophomore year? I was trying to save Take some time on the road, but two days after I bought the motorcycle, the class was moved here, only... two streets away from our apartment..." The more he spoke, the slower he spoke, and suddenly he realized See what, "Ah".

Yuuri looked at Victor suspiciously, "Is it you..."

"Okay, okay!" Victor raised his hands in surrender, "You found out, but I have to say, it's because you always said you didn't have time to see me! I thought you'd move all your classrooms around your apartment Come to give you a little free time so we can...you know, have lunch or something." He shrugged.The smile and heat on Yuuri's face faded slowly together.

"...I just said that casually." He said coyly, "That's just an excuse."

"Yeah, I'm so stupid, your father is getting old—" Victor stretched his waist, "Of course, I prefer to believe that you have objective reasons... so I can convince myself not to doubt that' I've scared you away."

Yuuri tightened his grip on the steering wheel, "I didn't know what I was thinking at that time." He hurriedly explained, "I..." In fact, his college life was once like a mess of yarn, just like every day Like a college student, but Victor must not understand. It is difficult for him to imagine the scene of Victor in college sitting among a bunch of scruffy young people smoking a cigarette, or switching between part-time jobs and group assignments. No matter what, he It's all organized and unhurried, he's a born adventurer, but he's never rash, which Yuuri envies.

"I know, you have your own things to do." Victor said, with his arms folded on his chest, looking calm, "I'm very happy." He said he was very happy, but he didn't show how happy he was. His speaking speed was very slow, as if he was trying his best to select some rational expressions from countless rapidly spinning thoughts, "Do you remember when we were young?" He said suddenly.

Before Yuuri could say anything, he added, "You're always lonely, you don't have many friends, and you don't have any interests other than dancing and watching movies...Since then, I've regarded you as one of mine... Responsibility." He put his hand on Yuuri's shoulder, rubbed Yuuri's shoulder like a real big brother, and passed on the constant heat and strength to his younger brother. "I guess I just... haven't had time to get used to this new you. You have your own friends, your own life, and you don't need me to have fun for you anymore."

Yuuri almost blurts "I'll always need you" at that moment.Of course he would always need Victor, and if not, whom would he look up to, whom would he admire?For whom was he to become what he could never be by himself?It is often said that a person should live for himself, but Yuuri knows where his limit is, because he wants to get closer to Victor, wants to follow his example and make him proud of himself, so that he can push his limit Farther, otherwise, he should have stopped trying to be satisfied with himself.

But he didn't say anything.And Victor fell into silence again, which made him even more at a loss.

"We can always find a new way to get along." He said hurriedly, feeling futile, Victor didn't look at him, "We can always..."

"I'd love to do that," Viktor said, finally taking a look at Yuuri, "but I guess that's the problem, isn't it?  …We're running out of time."

Note: Both motorcycles and bicycles can be expressed by bike. Victor played a pun here, and it also meant that he couldn't believe that Yuuri would ride a motorcycle for a while.