"Wei Yong" You are the Hua of Twilight Ice

After discovering that Victor's ins hasn't been updated for several days, Yuuri has gradually become less angry with Victor, but it is certain that he is in a bad mood, but this mood is slowly fading away.

After all, there is still some unpleasant feeling, Yuuri has been practicing quadruple jumps very diligently with Coach Yakov these days.Because it was a commercial show, Yuuri didn't see the [Stay with me and don't leave] after Victor's change.

Too hard work aroused Yuri's suspicion, after Yuri asked the door, Yuuri got a disdainful look from the little tiger, "Don't look like Victor is an old man, his mental age is not five years old, have you figured it out? It’s almost impossible to take care of yourself, if you let it out, you will definitely lose it!” After speaking, Yuri shook his hand and left.

Yuuri had no idea what was wrong with Yuri.

The silver-haired Russian man arrived at Korotsk airport at night after flying for several hours across Belarus and Latvia.He walks the streets of this eastern German city with his suitcase.

Although the weather in Dresden at latitude 51°2′ north has begun to warm up, a certain silver-haired man still seems to be able to feel the chill on his body.Victor wanted to take a photo of the exotic street scene as usual, but after thinking about it, he put the phone back in dismay.The commercial performance didn't start until the afternoon of the third day. For the first time, Victor didn't leave the room, but stayed in the hotel and slept until after ten o'clock in the morning.Then he rolled up the quilt, staring blankly at the piece of paper that he brought off the plane in his hand. On the paper, he had completed the adaptation of [Stay with me] the day before.

The next afternoon, Victor appeared on the ice rink. After practicing for an afternoon and an evening, he returned to his room with the Makachin cardboard box in his arms.On the third day, Victor, who always sleeps wrapped in a small blanket before the performance, also appeared on the ice rink. He spent two and a half days rebuilding and perfecting the already familiar [Stay with me].

And as everyone expected, this business performance with the participation of Viktor Nikiforov was very successful, "Victor Nikiforov, who has always stood on the ice rink with perfect technology, in this informal In the commercial performance of the competition, he started his higher pursuit and another breakthrough in emotional expression with a very different song "Stay with me and don't leave...", "Rheinische Post", "Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung", "Le Monde" and other media have reported this in the sports and other pages.

When the performance was finished, Victor breathed a sigh of relief. He booked a plane ticket for the next morning, and he could go home to see Yuuri soon. I hope Yuuri can forgive himself!

Victor thought this way before nightfall in Dresden.

The city was very quiet at night, the moonlight and lights illuminated the whole city together, and the harmony of harpsichord and violin seemed to be faintly heard in the air.However, the strangeness that gradually occurred was not noticed by many people.When Victor returned to the hotel, he already felt the feeling of déjà vu, and this feeling has been there ever since he got off the ice rink after the performance.

He didn't realize at first what this was all about.It wasn't until he returned to his room, with a few strands of red moonlight shining through the unclosed curtains, that the silver-haired man seemed to finally realize what was wrong.

Isn't that familiar feeling the strange symptom that accompanied me for more than half a year, or the unknown symptom in the process of transforming into a half-blood?The temperature of the body gradually dropped, the dizziness I hadn't felt for two or three months, the inexplicable pain in the heart and the decline in physical strength...

These tides are like the feeling of weak and crescendo, when the curtain is rolled up by a gust of wind, the crimson full moon, which is almost blood-colored, reveals its true face, and the moonlight directly covers Victor's body, without warning, it is strengthened by an unknown number of times.

It can be said that it seems to have erupted suddenly.Victor's body trembled violently, and he insisted on putting down the bag containing his precious skates, before he threw his whole body into the soft mattress.

Unbeknownst to Viktor, in St. Petersburg, hundreds of kilometers away, Yuuri who was eating suddenly heard a call from Makachin.The usually obedient dog rushed from the sofa to Yuuri's feet uncharacteristically, opened its mouth, picked up Yuuri's trousers and pulled them out.

"Ah... ummm, Makachin, what's wrong with you?" Yuuri didn't know what Makachin was expressing, and Makachin was even more anxious, he could feel that the master was suffering now, but he could neither speak nor Not sure what exactly happened.

Yuuri put down his chopsticks, and snorted helplessly at the fur on Makachin's head, "Do you want to go out to play? I don't know when Victor will be back! I hope we can make up with him..." Makachin, who couldn't speak, felt very My heart is tired, what should I do if the two masters are idiots?

finally come!Victor's blue pupils shrank slightly. Probably, this is what his grandfather mentioned, the last transformation, right?The most torturous and unbearable one, like a storm-like counterattack after a long period of silence.

The pain has already spread from the heart, gradually centered on that point, and intensified bit by bit, forming a constantly strengthening collision.In the collisions again and again, there is something like the ice and flood of the Ural River, struggling to break free from the shackles from the heart, trying to rush towards the limbs.

This feeling made Victor quickly clasp the sheet under his body tightly. When the cold sweat flowed down, it became a kind of stalemate between pain and clear consciousness, which was caused by the powerful nation of Slavs. It is a matter of luck that Victor has not lost consciousness at this moment.

This kind of pain was chaotic and very regular, constantly hitting the heart that kept contracting and beating, and the muscles of the silver-haired man's whole body tensed up in the pain.When a person is in pain, he has no concept of time. Victor doesn't know how long it has passed, and the pain seems to flow all over his body.

However, the pain and suffering are more than that, except that the barrier used by the heart for defense is getting thinner and thinner, and the concentrated pain seeps out from the thin place, turning into burning for unknown reasons, and the things that gradually overflow the heart's restraint seem to be Slowly entered the blood of the whole body.

His whole body seemed to be cut by a sharp blade. Although Victor had made all the mental preparations under the reminder of his grandfather, he still groaned in a low voice when faced with the pain that seemed to turn his whole body into a ball of flames.

Because he still remembered being in the hotel in Dresden, he tried his best not to make too much noise, but he still twitched violently and restrained himself painfully when the thing completely rushed out of his beating heart.

The body seems to have been separated from the consciousness. The consciousness is still in that body, but it can’t control itself, as if looking at itself from its own perspective strangely. The pure dark red is dyed with the consciousness that barely keeps awake. Victor is like Baikal The lake-like pupils were slightly stained with bright red.

The scorching hot thing, whether it was liquid or gas, started from the organs that provide blood circulation, and soon spread all over the body.That feeling went from bottom to top, burning through the chest cavity and throat all the way, with a dark color all the way to the top of the head.

Victor has never experienced such pain in his life, and now there is no place that is not painful, but in his consciousness, there are only two places, because the pain is too severe and there is still a little touch.

The first is the stubborn heart, the place that has been hit beyond description, and the second is the mind.

When he didn't realize it, the silver hair changed from short to long in an instant, as if he was summoned by something in his body, responding to each other's induction, the long silver hair didn't stop growing until the shoulders.His originally round ear tips also turned into pointy shapes every minute.The temperature in Victor's body decreased almost imperceptibly, but to Victor at this moment, it was almost negligible.

The severe pain in my mind continued, it seemed that a steady stream of burning was coming up from below, compressed to a certain place, and it became sharper and more unbearable.

The high temperature rushing out of the heart rushed to the lungs in the next moment, burning the oxygen stored there, and Victor was about to lose consciousness. He buttoned the bed sheet and almost shed tears.

Victor has never been a person who would feel ashamed because of his tears, which also made him more real and cute. He turned over with difficulty, and hugged the Macachin cardboard box thrown aside, as if That way you can ease your pain.

At this time, in the rehearsal hall of the Dresden Symphony Orchestra, the first symphony orchestra in the world, a man with long light brown hair was seriously watching the oldest orchestra. Dvořák's Symphony No. [-] in E minor under the leadership of Dvořák.

Suddenly, his complexion changed, he stood up and whispered something in the chief's ear, and then left in a hurry.

"Mr. Holder, you..." The chief wanted to say something behind the man, "Next season's European tour..."

Before the principal violin could finish speaking, he was hastily interrupted by the man, "The financial work of the orchestra is handed over to my assistant. I have a temporary job this year, and there are no important changes, so don't look for me for the time being..." He After finishing speaking, he stepped out of the gate of the headquarters of Dejiao, then turned on the phone and dialed a number.

"I'm Hosenfell," the man announced his real name, which not many people know, "Count Molos, hurry to the Civits Hotel immediately." Because of the urgency of the matter, he unconsciously called his last name by title Close person, but also his favorite child.Well, from a certain blood relationship, Hosenfell is Molos's first relative.

Regarding the question on the other end of the phone, this Mr. Hosenfell didn't say much, he just explained "transformation under the crown" and hung up the phone.Both he and Earl Moros, whom he embraced for the first time, were Duke Cyril's most trusted subordinates, and they were also the people Cyril entrusted to him back then.

Hope, it's not too late...

The man thought silently, and rushed to somewhere half a city away.

At the same time, Yuuri was still in St. Petersburg receiving coach Yakov's quad training camp, and he hadn't received a call from Viktor for four days, which was simply impossible before.Occasionally, he couldn't restrain himself from wondering whether Victor was really angry with him, whether that wayward person was hurt by him, and that's why he went out for so long and didn't take the initiative to contact him.

Yuuri has not been very angry these days, and he is also thinking that he was indeed too impulsive at the time, obviously it was not a big deal, but he still lost his temper at Victor.

In fact, after realizing this, Yuuri was also at a loss. He didn't know how to reconcile with Victor, and Victor was the same until the accident came.

The young man who didn't know about it and couldn't know about it began to waver day by day. Would Victor really not want to continue with him?If he wants to get away and leave, what should he do?

Because of the busy training, Yuuri didn't have much time to be afraid of these things, but once such a thought appeared, it was like planting a seed in his heart.This seed took root and sprouted inadvertently, without even Yuuri himself realizing it.

You know, sometimes emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, and joy have no reason in themselves!

Just like Victor's last transformation, it was simply unpredictable and uncontrollable.

Less than 10 minutes later, a man named Hosenfell appeared in Victor's room.The one who came in behind him was Molos, who was called by name on the phone just now.

As soon as the two saw Victor's expression now, the expressions on their faces changed.At this time, the silver-haired Russian youth had already lost consciousness. Because the silver hair had grown to his waist, he had a different sense of beauty because beads of sweat rolled down his forehead at this moment.

Victor wasn't completely unconscious, he just couldn't feel his body and had no direction, and he vaguely felt that part of the light in front of him was blocked.

The heart was still beating hard. After confirming this, Marquis Hosenfell immediately called out the name of another person present, "Molos!"

Molos, who looked like a boy of eighteen or nineteen, immediately pushed open the window and left the place quickly, while Hosenfell hastily filled the hotel bathtub with cold water, and put ice cubes from the refrigerator into it.He put Victor into the cold water, not caring about his clothes at this point.

Because the icy water trapped the burning pain for a short period of time, Victor temporarily woke up for half a minute. He looked at Hosenfell with a surprised and puzzled expression.

Hosenfell revealed his identity, and before he had time to say more, Victor was once again wrapped in scorching dark red.Now the tug-of-war is getting more and more intense. Victor has never experienced this feeling of exhaustion since he was a child, no matter how intense the training is.

He closed his eyes, and just before giving up the struggle, he heard Hosenfell's voice, "Victor Nikiforov, are you going to give up? Think about your grandfather, Your Majesty Cyril... ..."

Viktor only heard and cleared these few words, but these are enough, and maybe there are more in his mind, the grandfather who didn't return, the one who didn't wait for Yuuri's forgiveness, and Coach Yakov, and...well, still There was a little stray cat...

He could only slowly pass the time.

Enduring the inescapable pain every minute, Victor suddenly fell into a certain state at this moment, and the grievances that he could not understand before were gradually resolved.Perhaps, it is under the pain that we can understand some things.

It is the best and luckiest thing for two people to like each other!

Tongues of fire gushed out of the heart in one go, and the organ that was hit jumped violently and wildly. During the long back and forth game, the silver-haired man flicked hard like a fish, and then the beating heart died down. It was repaired, and the normal beating was restored, and the flame-like heat also rushed into my mind.

Victor slowly regained consciousness. With his eyes closed, he clearly felt that a dark red spherical object had formed at the position between the brows in his mind, where there was sharp pain before.

He needed to relax, the cold water around his body no longer felt cold, it was not much different from the temperature of his body surface.It was only then that Victor realized that he had completed the painful transformation that his grandfather spoke of, and almost all the characteristics of the blood race appeared, including the beauty that would not "die".

Perhaps this is the difference between half-bloods and pure-bloods. The human organs in Victor's body have not lost their functions, but the speed of work has slowed down a lot.But correspondingly, since it needs to be destroyed and repaired again, it is more painful than ordinary transformation.This also explains why half-bloods recover slower than pure-bloods under the same conditions after being injured.He thought, maybe this is the unknown thing that his grandfather said.

Presumably, half-blood men and women are really very different, right?

At the same time as his thinking returned, what followed was the same scorching heat from his throat as before. He ignored the local pain, opened his eyes slowly, and saw a familiar person.

As Victor opened his eyes, Hosenfell noticed that his pupils had turned red.After the transformation of every half-blood race, what they showed was their blood race posture, but Hosenfell had never seen one like Victor.

Perhaps, this is the difference between men and women.

"Vicha, remember me?" Hosenfell saw that Victor was no longer in danger, and only then did he show a completely different true character from before.

Victor flashed a wink, and then nodded, "It's Huo Sen... Uncle?" He actually met Huo Senfeier when he was young, but after the transformation, everything looked different from before, and Victor still hesitated one time.Because he finally settled a matter in his mind, he felt that he could go back to see Yuuri soon, and made up his mind to reconcile with Yuuri. Victor grinned heart-shaped mouth in a good mood.

Well, it’s not too different from before the transformation, and Victor, who hasn’t felt something wrong yet, thinks so now.

"Yes, your transformation went unexpectedly smoothly." Hosenfell waited for Victor to change his clothes, and sat on the armchair by the small round table.After 10 minutes passed, Victor also learned how to switch between human and vampire states. When Moros came back from the window with a big rabbit and a jar of fresh deer blood, Victor was already telling Hosenfell about Yuuri's business.

The voice of Molos leaping in from the window attracted Victor's attention, "AMAZING!" This is Victor's exclusive exclamation.After that, when he saw the jar of bright red liquid and a big live rabbit, the color of Victor's eyes darkened a bit, and the pale blue eyes that had returned to human form after transforming into a human form gradually glowed a little more. Dark red light.

The burning sensation that had been ignored was ignited again, turning into a burning... longing?

Seeing such a performance, Hosenfell and Moros raised their eyebrows in surprise, which was another unexpected thing.The two noticed Victor's fangs that were accidentally exposed after he unconsciously licked his upper lip, and they probably came to a conclusion in their minds.

"I think, you probably won't be able to go back in time to admit your mistake to your little lover," Moros, who has a more lively personality, spread his hands to Victor, "I'm afraid...you can't even tell that little guy named Yuuri, where are you... ..."

When Victor got up in a hurry and asked why, Hosenfell shook his head, opened the jar of deer blood, poured it into a glass, and handed it to him.It wasn't until Victor gulped down the blood in the cup in one go that he couldn't control his own consciousness, and the burning feeling was slightly relieved.When he was still licking the extra fangs in his mouth, Hosenfell looked at him helplessly and meaningfully, "Look, you are different from female half-bloods. You have desires for blood ;Even I doubt you have blood venom that female half-bloods don't have... You need to adapt, until you learn to control your blood lust, you are the most dangerous to anyone, including your friends or lovers... ..."

Hosenfell seemed to be recalling some bad past, and there was an unspeakable emotion in his gray-green eyes.

"Then... when can I go back to Yuuri?" the silver-haired man pinched his suddenly long hair and asked.

Count Moros hesitated for a moment, and then gave an answer, "One year!"

"Rather than bringing danger to your friends and lovers because of you, it's better...you think about it!" After finishing speaking, he left through the window again.

Victor was silent. He never thought that this would be the case. He thought that the "more of a person" that his grandfather said meant that he would not have any impact on his life, but he did not think of the current dilemma.

One year is already going to affect this season's game, but if you rely on the things left by your grandfather and cover up the form of the blood race, you don't have to worry about anything.But on Yuuri's side, if he doesn't explain clearly in time, Victor is afraid that the rift between the two will become bigger and bigger before it can be healed.But now, he doesn't have the slightest confidence that he can guarantee the safety of Yuuri by his side.

It turns out that he misunderstood what his grandfather meant.

His silence is really afraid.You can't say anything, you can't meet each other, knowing that, Yuuri, who is just a little more confident, will definitely think about it again.He was afraid that Yuuri would think he didn't want to talk to him, and that he would see or hear the little pig asking where he was, pitifully, on the phone or text.He was afraid that he would have to cover up his abnormality in this foolish way that Yuuri disliked most, and he was also afraid that Yuuri would be really sad enough to give up on his love.

What he is most afraid of is, will it be completely irreparable because of the half a year?

Just when Victor was so upset that the pale blue eyes that had been transformed into human form were about to be stained with red marks, Hosenfell grabbed him firmly, "Victor Nikiforov, do you want to Be clear, let him misunderstand you safely, and try his best to make up for it in the future; or you go back and lose control and let him lose his life, which situation is more uncomfortable?"

Hearing this, Victor became even more silent.He sat on a chair all night, holding the Makachin cardboard box that had been thrown aside due to the pain during the transformation.The next morning, when Hosenfell made a rare gaffe and rushed into this room without the curtains drawn, Victor sat at the round table by the window with nothing to do, as if he had made some difficult decision, "Huo Senfell Uncle Mori, you won't see Yuuri in the past six months!"

He deliberately pretended to be relaxed and joked, "Uncle will help me look after that little pig, don't let him be abducted!" After speaking, he smiled and waved his hand.Hosenfell and Moros, who rushed into the room, were stunned, nodded in disbelief, and then grasped another question.

"You already have the Sunshine Ring?" Molos asked quickly, Victor, who could be regarded as the new Duke of the Nikiforov family.Then he received a glare from Hosenfell.

Victor continued to smile, "No, it's true that my grandfather gave me the ring, but I didn't put it on!" He hadn't sorted out his mood yet, "What's wrong?"

Hosenfell paced back and forth in the room with his arms folded, the dangling stitches between his brows formed a mature and beautiful notch.After thinking about it for a long time, he suddenly raised his head, "Vicha, this is a good thing. If I'm not mistaken, you are... not afraid of the sun..."

After watching Victor extend his slender knuckles out of the shadow and draw them back intact, he became more certain of his thoughts, "Well, you still have a lot to learn, why don't you go back to St. Petersburg, Your Majesty Cyril Nikiforov Castle?"

Victor looked over in surprise and surprise, and Hosenfell nodded, "Don't contact the people you care about for now, it doesn't mean that you will be really isolated from the world! What's more, you can get to know more about them if you get closer. Condition……"

"Especially, the one in your family... Yuuri Katsuki, right?" Moros, who was familiar with him, automatically ignored the question of the title, and even joked to make Victor happy, "Let's test it again." Do you have any venom, if so, you will have a first hug in the future!"

Moros flicked his half-length hair, imitating Victor and throwing a wink.