"Wei Yong" You are the Hua of Twilight Ice

"Old man, why don't you come here to make trouble at the ice rink? Are you so bored that you burn the house?" Yuri showed a state of rage, "If you want to be on the Russian news headlines with this pig tomorrow Say hello!"

Yuuri looked at Viktor in confusion, and Viktor spread his hands in confusion, "Yurio is thinking about something weird again! Yuuri and I are so low-key, why would we want to be in the headlines!"

Well, this tone is so innocent and normal!

"Yulio needs to learn to talk to others gently!" Victor continued to add fuel to the fire.

Sure enough, there seemed to be some kind of sex in the fire. Yuri was about to be blown up by Victor. "Tsk! What a disgusting tone," he said after contemptuously for a while, "What the hell are you doing? ah!"

"Well, that's roasted sweet potatoes!" Yuuri pointed his fingers and explained like a little sheep in front of the vicious boy, "Well, Guanghong said that roasting like this is delicious, so let's try it with Victor. but……"

"Oh!" Yuri thought about it for a while, "It's that kid! Did you and this guy try to smell the smoke all over the room?" He had an expression of "I'm really desperate for your IQ".

It doesn't seem quite right, Ji Guanghong is a few years older than you, Yurio, why is he a child?

Yuri, who began to raise his figure, said that he was talking about absolute mental age!

Victor thought for a while and wanted to pull Yuuri to his side. Although he couldn't say it clearly, this little wild cat was too fierce, and it would scare his little pig!

"Okay, okay, I'm just not familiar with the difference between the power of the oven that Ji Guanghong said and ours!" Victor washed off the black powder on his hands, and then picked up a new sweet potato without being discouraged at all, " Adjusting the firepower and timing this time will definitely succeed! Yurio, don’t worry, wait on the sofa and give you some, okay?”

The silver-haired man was very confident. While he was nibbling on the sweet potatoes, he thought about the reason why the sweet potatoes would be burnt. It was nothing more than firepower and time.

Yuri strode out of the kitchen and threw himself on the sofa, "Huh, where did you get the confidence!" He said "watching" their house.Since he was still a teenager, Yuri didn't feel much about the towels Yuuri and Viktor hung side by side.After looking around, he continued to pass the time bored.

It seems that Victor has already figured out the trick to deal with Yuri.He curled his mouth slightly and turned the oven knob to mid-range.

Finally, after an hour and a half, a certain little wild cat that wanted to be a tiger frowned with displeasure on its face, stomped away angrily with a brown paper bag containing three normal-colored baked sweet potatoes.

After replacing dinner with yellow and red delicacies, Viktor dragged Yuuri to the desk, but didn't let him start reading right away.The man dragged Yuuri onto his lap again and sat down, "Hey! What's Yuuri's favorite Shakespeare play? Tell me, it's my duty as a coach and a lover, okay?"

Makachin, who had followed Yuuri and Viktor to the table, slumped over the edge of the chair, completely ignored.There was no way, a certain neglected dog had to squat obediently by the leg of the chair without making a sound.

"Probably..." Yuuri grabbed Victor's hand that was about to touch his waist, "Maybe it's "Much Ado About Nothing"!"

"Wow, why?" Victor looked at Yuuri with sparkling eyes, "This movie..." The silver-haired man seemed to remember something, and then he spoke again, "It's really a very good movie! "

He kept looking at Yuuri with tenderness and encouragement, waiting for this young and shy young man, waiting for him to give his answer.

"Because, I still like the feeling expressed in it!" Yuuri reorganized his language, "Probably Hero and Claudio, and Beatrice and Benedick, completely They are two different attitudes towards life..."

"Besides, Claudio and the others still have a deeper feeling. In fact, both of them are right in principle, but they don't believe in each other, and maybe they don't believe in themselves either!" Yuuri twisted slightly. He raised his eyebrows, "That's it, it can make people experience many things..." He turned to look at Victor after he finished speaking.

Viktor nodded in agreement, "Let me know when Yuuri thinks about it!"

"By the way, Yuuri, are you going to ask that senior to write a song this time, or should I recommend a composer?" Victor suddenly remembered this important matter, "I used to be the resident pianist of the St. Petersburg Philharmonic Orchestra A composer who has been writing songs for me!" This man is very cute and shares his resources with Yuuri like a treasure.

After Victor's explanation, Yuuri learned about the St. Petersburg Philharmonic.The predecessor of this orchestra was the Leningrad Philharmonic Orchestra, the oldest orchestra in Russian history.According to Victor, the origin of this orchestra can be traced back to the court orchestra in the 18th century. It was only after the October Revolution that it changed to its current name.

The resident pianist that Victor mentioned is a middle-aged man named Shostako. He is a very good pianist. Mr. Tess on a par.Since this Mr. Shostako left the orchestra and became a solo pianist with relatively free time, he has often composed music for Victor.

Strictly speaking, this gentleman's musical style should be regarded as romanticism, but not completely romanticism.The ratio of emotion and virtuosity is more harmonious, neither as purely poetic as Rubinstein, nor as... er, magical as virtuoso Liszt.

Yuuri frowned when he got the news about this Mr. Shostako. This is not an easy multiple-choice question.

On the one hand, the senior sister has already collaborated with me on a song, and she knows her own style better, and they are both Asians, so the expressions in some aspects are quite similar!

However, from another perspective, the choice of Mr. Shostako seems more suitable.Not to mention that this time it was decided to choose the theme and repertoire related to Shakespeare, it is most suitable to invite an orthodox classical music performer; when it comes to creative experience, there is no doubt that Mr. Shostako is better than that student. My sister needs decades of experience, just this, Yuuri couldn't refuse.

But right now, the most important question is, "Victor, will this be a problem?" Yuuri looks back at Victor once.

Of course Victor understood what Yuuri meant, "It's okay, Grandpa Shostako is a very nice person!" He shook his hand and explained to Yuuri, "Because he is an orthodox classical musician, and he was a Leipzig musician when he was young. A top student of the Conservatory of Music, the three evaluations are the first in the whole school!"

"He has a good temper, and it is said that he is the best-tempered pianist ever voted by the Blundell Forum!" Victor thought that Yuuri was embarrassed to bother Mr. Shostako, so he explained it like this.

Hearing Victor's words, Yuuri's eyes suddenly lit up, "Oh, that's it? By the way, who did Victor hear about? It seems that Victor is very familiar with Mr. Shaw and Shostako?"

He was almost imperceptibly stunned for a moment, and Victor immediately returned to normal. He smiled slightly, "Listen... an old friend from the past kept talking about him, and I got to know him after working together. He is a very tolerant and kind person!" The silver-haired man blinked his eyes, "May I take Yuuri to meet Mr. Shostako when I have time? Yuuri will know what kind of musical performance that is when he sees him!"

Unaware of the diverted topic, although Yuuri was a little surprised at Victor's sudden admiration for a composer, but think about it, this is also in line with Victor's character of being straightforward about everything. It seems that this Mr. Shostako is really interested in He is very nice and helped Victor a lot!

"Then...then, in two days, Victor will take me to visit Mr. Shostako, shall we?" The more Yuuri thought about it, the more he felt that what Victor said made sense. Since he decided to determine the theme from the master Shakespeare, the selection of songs should also be changed. Is it better to have a corresponding style?

He is a little inclined to this gentleman. As for his own style, it seems that music can't influence a player's style!According to experience, even if it is the same piece of music, different players have different feelings.

Just as Minako-sensei has long realized, isn't Yuuri and Victor's "Stay with me" just two different feelings?What's more, there was a precedent for a certain European contestant who chose a theme related to Chinese culture and used the song [Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai] when choosing a track.

It seems that... there is nothing wrong with it?

However, Yuuri is still very careful in this aspect of song selection, and Victor also knows this, so of course he promised him to visit this musician whom he was already very familiar with first.

With this matter in sight, Yuuri thought of another thing, "Victor, have you designed your performance costume?" Victor's theme and track had been chosen long ago, so putting on his costume is also a must. The design has been started a long time ago, and it has been almost half a month until today, so Yuuri was a little curious about this question.

"Well, the theme is probably 'KissingToTheVoid'. Speaking of which, this is the inspiration Yuuri gave me!" Victor nodded and answered Yuuri, "The short program is almost done! It's completely different from last time style of……"

Ever since that time, after seeing the secrets in his grandfather's notes, Victor's playfulness and desire to try new styles that he hadn't touched for a long time resurfaced.At that time, the studio that had been making performance costumes for Victor came to ask him what he thought about the costumes this season, and Victor had no pressure to design a new style for himself.

Although Victor is a European, he has never tried that kind of classical European clothing.In the past, because of the long hair, the clothing also reflected the beauty of men and women at the same time; after cutting off the long hair, there is no suitable theme to show this style, let alone a little brother Very dark style of European clothing.So, until now, after Victor knew his life experience, after such an inspiration, he realized that he seemed to have ignored this!

Victor took out his mobile phone and showed Yuuri the design drawings sent by the studio, "Because I didn't think about which version to choose for this short program, so I made this set, and both themes are completely suitable. !"

He's right, the blueprints for this costume are very detailed, unlike any of the costumes Yuuri has ever seen for Victor.The upper body still uses the two-piece inner and outer collocation, but the feeling is completely different.

The black shirt is in a medieval classical style. The neckline, which is longer than the long pointed collar, has a bit of the characteristics of a Windsor collar, and the center of the collar tip is slightly arched.The collar part adopts the collocation of Crabart, and the wrinkled square scarf hangs down naturally and is fixed there without any trace.In order for Yuuri not to call the relatively ancient Krabat square scarf in the dress a napkin or a scarf, Victor specifically pointed out and popularized it for Yuuri.

The outer layer was a classic tulle dress, but not quite the same.The neckline of the dress that was originally straight, except for the addition of some unknown materials, the upturned collar tip trimmed with gold borders, and the pattern of overlapping crosses and coats of arms that do not know what it represents, was changed to The soft fin edge, like the entire gauze outer layer, transitions from translucent crimson to pure white, and then to transparent black revealing the inner layer, just like a fusion of ice and fire. Finally vanished into endless feeling.

"This is the performance costume designed by Victor!" Yuuri stared at the twinkling stars painted on the outer layer of tulle, "It's amazing!"

The silver-haired man put his mobile phone on the table, "Sure enough, I'm right? Yuuri can also change his image!" He promptly reminded the young man who was amazed.After finishing speaking, seeing Yuuri nodding seriously, he maintained the posture of embracing Yuuri's waist, and took him away from the desk, "Yuuri must remember, we will continue to think about this in two days, now we have to accompany you I'm asleep!"

Yuuri, who had already clearly understood what "sleep with me" meant, immediately changed his expression, "Ah... Vi, Victor... this..." Before he could say anything, he was dragged into the bathroom by Victor.

It wasn't until the next morning when Yuuri woke up that he touched the glasses and put them on, he looked at the time and realized that it wasn't morning at all!

It's past ten o'clock now, Yuuri put down his phone, got up to wash up, walked to the table, and found that Victor had left a note on the table.On the note, Victor said that breakfast has been reserved for him, and he will go to training first.Yuuri puffed up his face a little angrily, this guy always does this, every time he tosses himself, he is so considerate!

Besides, Victor, he went to the ice rink very early today.He and Yuuri didn't know that shortly after Yuri left their house carrying roasted sweet potatoes, he ran into Coach Yakov who was chasing after him.Thus, Coach Yakov successfully got the news that Victor led Yuuri to sweep up the nutritionist's sweet potatoes from Yuri's fried hair.

Well, probably in Yakov's opinion, Victor must be the leader.And that seems to be the case.

So Yakov started blowing his beard and staring at Viktor, "Vicha, what did you do with that kid yesterday?"

"Ah, Yakov!" Victor put away the skate cover with a smile, and waved at the awkward little old man, "It's nothing, I made some delicious food with Yuuri! Next time Yakov will come too Let's eat..."

Then, I took the time to practice by myself.Yakov raised his eyebrows, but he didn't show any dissatisfaction.Coach Yakov is still very happy to see Viktor training obediently.

When Yuuri woke up, Viktor had already finished training, he didn't continue training until noon, but walked towards Coach Yakov after he came out of the lounge.

"Hi! Yakov!" Victor didn't mind Yakov's usual black face at all, "Yakov! Come on, come on, I want to talk to you alone, is that okay?" The silver-haired man smiled.

And a certain coach Yakov who seemed to have a dark face all year round, although he said all kinds of dissatisfied words and seemed to have complained, he still turned around and walked a few more steps to the stands.Seeing this, Viktor had another gentle smile on his face, "Yakov, please, it's about... grandpa..."

Yakov caught the information in his words, was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly glared at Victor.Then, he just walked out directly.Viktor saw that he was used to this kind of coach Yakov for a long time. He said "wait a minute" and followed him out.

"What can't you say inside?" Yakov raised his eyelids angrily after standing in the middle of the aisle, but didn't say much.

Victor smiled more gently, pursing his lips and curling the corners of his lips, but Yakov suddenly felt that his student was not very happy.It's like... It's like the more helpless you are, the more you have to laugh.Of course, this kind of sad feeling is very light, and it even seems to have a slight joy and... relief?

Now Yakov didn't know what his students were going to say.Also, he stopped understanding his student a long time ago.

This is a good thing, probably not a good thing!

Victor put away his smile, "Yakov, I found the notebook left by my grandfather..." His expression gradually took on some seriousness.Just when Yakov was about to ask "Cyril's whereabouts", Victor seemed to see something, "Where is grandfather, Yakov don't ask, tell Yakov later, okay?" ? Grandpa...he should be fine..."

It was rare to hear Victor say something so seriously, even though the word "should" seemed abnormal, Coach Yakov still kept his mouth shut with a distorted face and did not curse out.In addition, he found that Victor seemed to have something to say, so he stared at his student in front of him, "If you have anything else to say, don't say anything if you don't feel uncomfortable..."

"Yakov is still so bad-tempered! No wonder the little wild cat is so easy to blow up..." Victor showed a gentle smile that didn't match what he was saying, and said everything he wanted to say before Coach Yakov went berserk.

"My grandfather wrote in his notes that before he left that year, he handed two things to Yakov. I saw my grandfather's notes a few days ago, and he said that after I saw this note, I could come and ask Yakov I want it!" At this point, Viktor is normal again, he grabbed Yakov's hem like he did at the China Station half a year ago, "Yakov wants to show me, I don't know What good things did my grandfather leave me!"

Yakov didn't know what he was thinking by this time, so he had been Victor's coach for so long.The grumpy old man could only sigh in his heart. He had already heard that there were some things that Victor couldn't say or didn't want to say, so he thoughtfully didn't ask further.

"That guy Cyril did put two things in my place," Coach Yakov still stared at Victor very habitually, "He said that he would give it to you one day when you find out, what's the point!" He stared a few more times, probably despising someone for being so unrefined as a Slavic man.

Well, in Coach Yakov's opinion, that's definitely the case.What he didn't expect was that his conjecture was far from the truth.

However, Viktor didn't correct anything, he felt a little better, put his hands into the pockets of the windbreaker, and said something out of habit, "Thank you, Yakov... Grandpa..." The last sound was nearly ten It was a name that hadn't appeared in the past year, and the voice was so soft that Yakov wondered if he really heard the word.

The old man was about to sigh again.

"What do you say with this kind of line, follow me to get what that guy Cyril put in my place!" Yakov said with a look of disdain for Victor's words.But having said that, he was full of emotion and quite useful.After he finished speaking, he went back to the ice rink, grabbed his jacket, and left without saying hello, which made Mira and the others present look at each other, not knowing what was going on.

When Victor took those two things in his hands, he realized that they were the two things left by Duke Cyril. One of them was a blood-red pendant that seemed to contain some kind of liquid, and it was just the right size to hang around his neck. superior.The other one was a ring with a simple color, and the front of the ring was covered with the family crest that Victor had seen in the castle that day.

The moment he saw these two things, Victor suddenly felt a little uneasy, but in the next moment, this feeling suddenly disappeared.He pursed his lips and put away his things after the heat.

"Thank you, Yakov..." Victor bid farewell to the still grumpy little old man, feeling as if he had let go of one thing on his mind.

When Victor returned home, Makachin was sitting in front of the house wagging his tail upright, obviously welcoming Victor home, "Yuuri, have you been waiting with Makachin for a long time?" He was indeed a lot later than normal today, Yuuri was already eating lunch.

The silver-haired man knelt down to pet the giant dog's head.

"Finally back? Victor!" The black-haired young man put the hot meal on the table, "Is the training going well?" Yuuri quietly covered his face, what's going on with this situation of always thinking about Victor ah?

Someone is a little helpless.

Victor quickly found the target - Yuuri, and aimed at him very accurately, "Yes, Yuuri! I'm really tired today, I need Yuuri's hug to get better..." The man said very bluntly Hanging on Yuuri's body.

"Coach Yakov scolded me again today TAT" Viktor didn't say anything that would worry Yuuri, but instead just complained to a certain harsh and awkward coach, "Really, Yakov is just mean None, rigid and impersonal..."

Huh?Who told you that you are the human kind?

Now Victor doesn't care about these things, he found an excuse and hugged him up, and rubbed; he kept hugging Yuuri and never let go, rubbed again!

"Vi...Victor, don't do this! I haven't eaten lunch yet..." Yuuri was strangled by this man, and he didn't struggle out for a long time.

Holding Yuuri in his arms, Viktor inadvertently glanced out the window.

Huh?It's noon, where does the blood-red moonlight come from?