"Wei Yong" You are the Hua of Twilight Ice

Having said that, Victor finally regained some of his sanity. He knew that he should not just attribute everything to that reason. He hadn’t felt this feeling of contradiction and separation between reason and emotion for many years, just like It was like when my grandfather had just left.

He also knows that he can only maintain the strength of this body by eating, this is what his sober reason told him.But when he saw that bright red color, he would feel dizzy almost imperceptibly.

Looking up at the young elder with caring eyes, Victor decided to listen to him.At this time, he suddenly smiled genuinely and from the bottom of his heart, but under this smile, there were tears that he was suppressing tightly and did not want to flow out.He has never shed tears in front of others, even in front of his relatives and teachers.Only when he's in front of Yuuri does he show that self who doesn't even see a trace of pretense.

It's really embarrassing to cry like that because of a broken relationship!Victor himself finds it unbelievable that he can still tease himself now.

"Then...well..." Victor didn't want people who cared about him to worry about him.He blinked, "Uncle Huo Sen, if you drink more at a time, can you not need it for a long time?"

Hosenfell was stunned for a moment, surprised that he changed his mind so quickly, then nodded, "Well, in theory, you think so?"

Victor just nodded, neither of them saying that thought.

When Hosenfell turned and went downstairs to get two blood bags from the refrigerator, he put away the smile on Victor's face.He stretched out his hand to touch the corners of his eyes, wiping away the tears that were almost impossible to hide just now.Because of the high temperature of his whole body, that tear quickly evaporated and disappeared.Victor frowned even more, and now that his attention was withdrawn from the conversation, he felt physically uncomfortable.

It's like being roasted on the fire inside and out, and what's even more uncomfortable is the feeling that the temperature from every cell gathers together.Victor's hands clenched tightly into fists. This time, I don't know whether it was a psychological effect or some other reason, it was really uncomfortable!

Yuuri's empty right hand appeared repeatedly in front of his eyes, as if cutting off the path in front of him with a knife.His rationality told him that he should continue to endure and survive this period of time, but ah, who could tell him that he survived it, and what to do afterwards?

He agreed to eat, which was just a choice made by reason.

Hosenfell poured the deer blood from the blood bag into the cup, and Victor took it.In fact, he doesn't blame Yuuri, he doesn't blame himself, and he doesn't blame anyone.The blood in the cup looked as luscious as a ruby ​​under the sun, Victor leaned close to the rim of the cup, closed his eyes and drank in a big gulp.He felt the liquid flowing into his throat under the welcome clamor of every cell in his body, half warm and half cold.

He quickly drank two full glasses, and Hosenfell only felt strange when he asked for a third glass, because Victor's usual eating was always ordered, never like this.

Victor was still drinking the viscous liquid, and he even took a second blood bag from Hosenfell.

After drinking all the deer blood, he propped up his body, which was weak due to high fever, and went downstairs to get a small bag of rabbit blood.

But the strange thing is that Victor has not come upstairs.

Hosenfell found that the time was a bit long, so he went downstairs to look for it.

Victor was not found, but the bathroom in the main hall, which was usually almost useless, was closed tightly, and there was a breath of blood coming from it.

"Vicha! Vicha, are you in there, right?" Hosenfell knocked on the bathroom door, but Victor didn't respond.Just when Hosenfell didn't know what happened, he heard an obviously suppressed retching sound from inside.

He had no choice but to open the door of the bathroom by himself, but saw a scene he hadn't seen in such a long life.

Victor supported the sink with one hand, as if supporting his own weight. In the other hand, he held a blood bag half full of blood, and in the sink, there was a burst of blood red.Hosenfell watched him spit out the mouthful of blood he had just drank.Victor didn't notice Hosenfell, he kept drinking and spitting it out again and again.

Mr. Earl, who is a blood race, has already noticed that he probably spit out everything he drank before to have such an effect.

It wasn't until the blood bag in his hand was snatched away that Victor found the door that had been opened at some point, and Hosenfell who stood there and couldn't stand it anymore.Victor turned and leaned against the white tiled wall, looking helpless and innocent.

Victor smiled lightly, then looked at Hosenfell apologetically, "I'm so sorry, I'm going to waste this food again, I..."

"Don't talk about it, go to rest." Hosenfell didn't care about this, he had already seen Victor's pale face, even for the vampires, such a color was definitely pale. "It's nothing, don't force yourself like this."

He sent Victor, who was exhausted after such a toss, back to the room, and then asked his lover to call Andre as quickly as possible.When Andre came, Hosenfell already had a bad guess in his heart.

Because, although he has never seen this symptom in the blood race, but he has lived in the world for hundreds of years, of course he knows that human beings have a disease that cannot eat anything, called anorexia.This is a symptom of resistance due to the role of psychological suggestion, which sometimes or often affects the body to a large extent.

Nine times out of ten, Victor is like that.

But he didn't know whether Victor was only doing this to blood, or to everything that had access.

When Hosenfell expressed his conjecture, both Moros and Andre looked at him in shock.He nodded in confirmation and was about to sigh again.

After a while, Moros suddenly changed his eyes, "Hosen, let him rest for a while, I'll try some ordinary food, how about this?" Obviously he also thought of Hosenfell's question .This may be a tacit understanding.

When they were at a loss, Victor lay on the bed.He didn't move at all, just lay there with his eyes closed, suppressing the nausea that hadn't disappeared yet.He already knew what was going on with him. The silver-haired man opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of loneliness and ridicule.

Anemia?Victor knew very well that when he saw other foods, he didn't feel that intolerable feeling. "It's really ironic disease!" He said in a low voice, the end of the words was hidden between the only pale pink lips.

And these whispers, no one knows.

An hour and a half later, Molosto appeared at the door of Victor's room with a white porcelain dinner plate. His face was between that of a teenager and a young man. walked in.

Because of time constraints, Molos only made Bollinger cakes that are less troublesome.

Moros, who has always been more casual with Victor, watched Victor eat the food on the plate, and then observed carefully for a long time.

Well, fine, no problem, no vomiting or anything else.

"How is it? Does it taste good?" A young man who has been obsessed with cooking for almost 300 years is still very confident in his skills.

Having endured the most uncomfortable period of time just now, Victor, who was a little more comfortable, ate a piece of Bollinger cake and put the last bit of sweet raspberry jam into his stomach, and became more energetic.He nodded, "It's delicious!"

Moros also nodded, he knew that Victor only reacted to blood.The chestnut-haired young man is very happy that Victor likes to eat the food he made. This is the reaction every chef will have when the food born in his own hands is welcomed.

But his mood immediately became heavy again, and he suddenly rejected blood and refused to eat... He thought of a word that was exactly the same as Victor thought—anemia!

Hosenfell's conjecture has now become a reality.

As a half-blood, but suffering from anemia, no wonder Victor said it was such a mocking disease.

From this day on, Victor could no longer drink a little blood. Although he relied on human food to maintain his strength, his face soon became paler.During this period, whether it was Hosenfell, Andre, or Molos, they all saw that Victor wanted to drink some very light, very light deer blood subjectively, but it didn't take long for him to drink the light pink liquid again. It looks like it's throwing up.So they didn't dare to let Victor push himself any further, and Molos also consciously took up the job of a nutritionist.

Victor still goes to the ice rink to train alone every night. The impact of the power loss caused by refusing to eat is not physical strength, but the body's ability to carry the huge energy in consciousness and Seed.In other words, all changes are almost imperceptible, and will burst out suddenly when the critical point is exceeded.

Therefore, Victor still has to continue training for the All-Russia competition at the beginning of the year.One night, Victor decided to continue walking down this road, even if he hit the south wall.Although he is sometimes naive and emotional, Victor also has the pride of being a Slavic nation. He will not give up halfway when he comes back this season.

Besides, the things he is obsessed with in life, after knowing where his grandfather is and being relieved, are Yuuri and skating.But now, he cherishes Yuuri's figure in the most secret corner of his heart, and he can only put all his thoughts on skating.

The night of December 12th is Christmas Eve in the West, but not in Russia.From the steeple bell tower of Nikiforov Castle, one can see the distant urban area, only the usual lights are shining, and it looks a little deserted.

"Hosen, in Germany, today should be Christmas Eve!" Victor didn't go to training today, he leaned against the door, and asked Hosenfell who was standing by the cooking table and was skillfully helping Molos .

Hosenfell laughed softly, "Vicia, have you forgotten what we are?" He tossed the long platinum-blond hair that fell in front of his eyes behind him, turned around and finished washing the knives he had just used, Then he explained, "The blood race doesn't celebrate Christmas and Easter. After all, we belong to the dark species. How could we go to those so-called "bright" festivals? So Wei Qia doesn't need to feel that it affects us. Holiday."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something, and he withdrew his eyes from the fingers he was wiping, and looked at Victor, "But Vicia, I almost forgot that Vicia has half human blood. So do you want to celebrate your birthday tomorrow?" ?”

Then he added, "It's my birthday as a human being."

"So you're going to be 29 soon, right?" Molos asked, poking his head out from behind the oven.

Victor was asked this question unpreparedly, and was stunned.

Many images flashed through his mind like lightning.It was also December 12, in Barcelona last year.

At that time, everything was still beautiful. On the lively La Rambla, they walked side by side among the sea of ​​people and lights.That was the day he received this ring from Yuuri.It's just the golden plain ring, but it's what he cherishes the most.He hasn't even worn gloves since receiving the ring.

But now, Yuuri took off the ring, the one he bought with the installment payment, and that's it.

"No, I haven't celebrated my birthday much before!" Victor answered them pretending to be relaxed.

At the same time, these words seemed to hit Victor's heart suddenly.That's right, he really didn't have the habit of celebrating birthdays before. For him, birthdays are just adding one to the number in the age column.

But why just celebrate one birthday with Yuuri's company, and start looking forward to getting used to this kind of warmth?Victor thought about sitting down on the sofa silently.

He wanted to use his contract with the familiar to contact Makachin, but after much deliberation, he still didn't call out Makachin's name in his heart.He was afraid, afraid that what he heard from Ma Kachin would hurt him even more.

And Viktor doesn't know that somewhere half a city away, Yuuri isn't what he imagined.The black-haired young man returned to St. Petersburg ahead of schedule after Victor left overnight.The time was only half a day behind Victor.

Yuri and the others will relax in Vancouver for a few days, but Yuuri is not in the mood at all.When he returned to St. Petersburg and put his silver medal in the cabinet, he deliberately left a place empty.Inadvertently, Yuuri saw the pair of bracelets next to him.This is what he brought back when he went to China to compete alone.

Until now, he still remembered Victor's heart-shaped mouth grinning happily at that time.

Yuuri took out the two wristbands by mistake, touched them, and his and Victor's names were engraved on them, but he didn't know where Victor was now.

On the Banquet, Viktor saw his right hand that took off the ring, but Yuuri didn't know what his face didn't change.Does Victor really not care?Thinking of this, Yuuri squatted down slowly against the glass display case, tears streaming out as if uncontrollably.Yuuri's cry was different from Victor's quiet tears, he sobbed softly, like a wounded little animal, licking the wound in his heart alone.

He really has no confidence in whether Victor still loves himself.

However, Makachin was holding Xiao Wei who was floating beside Yuuri and followed him to Vancouver to communicate, and he didn't see Yuuri crying.By the time the black-haired young man came out of that room, he had already wiped away the tears that overflowed his cheeks just now.

The next day, Yuuri went to the ice rink a day earlier.

On Christmas Eve, Yuuri called his parents.Christmas is the most important festival in Japan besides Chinese New Year. When he called, Riya was distributing fried chicken and Christmas cakes to the guests who came.After hanging up the phone, Yuuri turned on the computer, logged into Victor's fan forum, and waited minute by minute.

Waiting until the last second of the day, Yuuri stared at the clock by his hand, after the age column in Victor's information column changed from 28 on time to 29, he said silently in his heart, "Victor... ...Vicha, happy birthday!"

He barely resisted the soreness and bitterness in his heart, climbed onto the bed, and rolled up the quilt tightly.There is no holiday in Russia on this day. Victor once explained it to him before, but in the eyes of the Japanese, this day is Christmas Eve, which is to be spent with lovers, and Christmas is spent with family.This year, neither of these points can be achieved, right?

Yuuri lay on the bed with his head in his arms, and outside the window was the midnight cold of St. Petersburg and the moonlight of deep winter.

In this way, Victor and Yuuri were both sad and hesitant, but they couldn't stop themselves from thinking about each other.The days passed day by day.

Soon, the full-day competition will start, and at the same time, the all-Russian competition is imminent.

Yuuri still insisted on high-intensity training every day, but Victor encountered the most difficult problem.

It was the eve of the opening of the All-Russia Championship, and the competition will start in two days.

"You still can't take it at all, Vicia?" Andre called to Victor who was about to go out for training on the ice rink.

The silver-haired man stopped, then turned around and reluctantly gave an affirmative answer.He pursed his lips, feeling a little sad.Such a self, it seems...really useless!Victor spread his hands and set his eyes on his long, pale fingers.

However, there is no way.

As long as he drinks any blood now, he will spit it out as a conditioned reflex the next moment.Even if he wanted to eat, his body would respond subconsciously.The emotions that have appeared before are too profound, and are remembered by the body. Even if the thoughts in the heart have changed, they will still reject it physiologically.

After getting Victor's answer, Andre seemed to think of some important question.His expression was serious and dignified, but at the same time he was somewhat hesitant.

"So, if you want to compete, you still need the blood of the ancestors, right?" The young butler asked this question, "Then Vicha, you can't drink a little blood, so what should you do with the blood of the ancestors?" Say, Andre asked the most terrible point.

This is also the most critical question.

The reason why the ancestor's blood can suppress bloodthirsty desires within a controllable range is because after drinking the ancestor's blood, the blood with unknown power enters the blood vessels from the heart and lungs.As a result, the illusion of eating is created to deceive the body's perception, so that one's own reason always has the upper hand.That's why Andre attaches so much importance to this issue.

"Vicia, come back earlier today, we have to think about what to do." Hosenfell, who just finished the daily maintenance of his Si-style violin called Sophia and applied rosin once Holding a bow, he walked down the stairs calmly.

Victor agreed and went out.

On this day, Victor returned to the castle outside the city for the first time before three o'clock in the morning.This is also impossible.How to get the ancestor's blood into his body when he couldn't accept the blood at all became an urgent problem to be solved.

Just relying on patting the head to think is too inefficient, Victor invited Hosenfell and the others into his study.

Perhaps, the ancient classics will have the answers they need!

While looking for a solution in the classics, Hosenfell suddenly saw a sentence in the "Book of Nord"-"The blood sucked flows into one's own blood vessels, calming the desire flowing in the dark."

"Vicha!" Hosenfell suddenly realized, as if he knew something.

Victor put down the book in his hand and cast a puzzled look.

Seeing that Victor and the other two didn't quite understand, he explained his thoughts, "After we eat, the blood seeps into the blood vessels, isn't that right?"

"Then it's also possible to directly inject the blood of the ancestors into Vicia's body." The man's platinum-blond long hair shook slightly as he walked, "As long as there is a needle, it can be directly pushed into the blood vessel like a human injection. "Hosenfell's tone was very firm.

After hearing this idea, it was Molos who asked, "Hosen, this makes sense, but...Victor is like us, his skin is so strong, the needle, the needle probably can't pierce the epidermis, right?" He finished speaking He glanced at Victor.

In the end, it was Victor who came up with a complementary solution.

He frowned and thought about it for a moment, then raised a finger, "I know how to do it!" Viktor, who seemed to have found a solution, showed a rare happy expression, "I bit my wrist with my fangs. One wound, you can directly inject the ancestor's blood into it!"

Seeing the smile with the heart-shaped mouth, Andre sighed a little, Victor is actually a very easy to satisfy person, he talks about being sad and sad, but he is trying his best to fulfill every bit of Yuuri's hope.

Andre's conjecture is not wrong, Victor is indeed doing everything unconsciously.

Yuuri said he wanted "Victor to be Victor", so he kept those cute little habits.

Yuuri said he hoped he would return to competition, so he would really train and compete seriously.Although he is also obsessed with skating, but if it was because of the excitement he was looking for in figure skating before, then now it is because of skating that he got to know Yuuri, and he has also found that he was abandoned for nearly 20 years. "Life" and "Love".

You see, even if he finds a solution now, he will forget all the unhappy things in an instant.

As long as he can let Yuuri look at him, he is very happy. It turns out that Yuuri has always said to him, "Look at me", but in fact, Victor is the one who can't do without his lover's gaze.He had missed that gaze for too long in his life, and once he had it, he greedily wanted to keep it forever.

Victor has already thought about it, if it can't be redeemed, then it will always be Yuuri's opponent and the target of surpassing, you stare at me, but I love you, that's fine.Therefore, when he thinks of such a simple method, he can successfully use the blood of the ancestors, so that he can participate in the competition without any accidents, he will be so happy.

He loves Yuuri, and he loves skating more than ever because he loves Yuuri, and that's the whole reason he's laughing.

For this plan, Hosenfell thought about how feasible it was for a while, and then tapped the table a few times without any rhythm with the pen in his hand, "Well, indeed, there is only one way now. But...we also need to consume strength to heal our wounds, Wei Qia, you know that, right?" Mr. Marquis of the blood clan asked.

"Then this method can only be used for a short-term emergency when you have to do it. As for normal times, you can't do it every time. Your strength will still slowly drain." He continued, telling Victor to prepare.

"Hey! Huo Sen, don't worry, it doesn't matter if you don't eat for a while! When the body can't support it, everything will be over! There's no need for this..." Victor said indifferently that he would not do this in the future Only then did Hosenfell agree to his proposal, although he felt a little weird because of what Victor said just now.

Later, he will know that Victor's words at this time contain more than one meaning.