someone likes blue

——The audience is dancing and dancing, everything is brewing according to the dream.

The bus Tachibana Tachira was taking was in the same direction as Tezuka was going to take, but there were too many people, so he couldn't squeeze in.

He waved goodbye to Tezuka with a little regret, and Tezuka nodded in return.

The bus here has no wheels, and its shape is like the hovercraft in memory, but it is lighter than the hovercraft, and it does not have the strong gushing air in the impression.

The A to Z avenues in the T area eventually converge on a main road, and at the end of the main road, there are two huge columns.

In this way, the bus "flyed" into one of the cylinders, and all the passengers were transferred to another bus that was exactly the same, and then went up one after another. No matter whether it was above or below, what they saw was an unfathomable black hole.

Only then did Tezuka understand that the so-called "area" actually refers to different layers; it seems that what he is in is a huge, multi-layered space beyond imagination.

Five floors above the T zone is the O zone.

Each district is not too big, and the bus only stays on the main road for a while, letting the passengers who arrive at the destination get off, and choose whether to walk there or continue to transfer.

Without much effort, Tezuka stood in front of "Lan".

"Blue" is a semi-elliptical building like a loaf, fully occupying half of the entire S Avenue.The blue-gray metal railing just reached the waist, but it couldn't be seen at a glance.

In the middle of the long railings stood two symmetrical carved gates with a height of three people, which seemed abrupt and illogical.

There is a keyhole on each of the two closed doors, and a young man with weird egg-like hair is holding a very familiar key and fiddling with it, muttering: "Impossible, this is impossible, obviously that woman The child is right in saying that. If you go back and ask again, it seems that you will become suspicious of others and will also disturb their work, but if you don’t ask, you can’t open the door and can’t work. What should I do..." His face was distorted, his expression pain.

Stomach pain, Tezuka thought.Walked behind him, about one meter away: "Do you need help?"

The man turned his head, it was obvious that he had been trying here for quite a long time, and even the two bangs, which looked like insect tentacles, were soaked in sweat, sticking to his forehead.

Seeing someone coming, the man was very happy: "Great, you are a kind person, but it seems that you may need other keys. I don't think everyone has them. I should introduce myself first. My name is Oishi Xiuichiro, are you right?" Don't waste your time if you don't have the key and I'll try again—"

Tezuka began to regret the question just now, and decided to take action to remedy it. He took out the key in his pocket and said, "Tezuka Kunimitsu." In the words, the temperature dropped sharply.

The man named Oishi Shuichiro was stunned, and the long list of worries was swallowed with difficulty, but he immediately gave the key in his hand eagerly: "Well, try it?"

Tezuka nodded, estimated the curvature of the key, and chose the keyhole on the left.

Both keys turned simultaneously.

A soft laugh suddenly sounded, followed by a warm and pleasant baritone voice: "—Hey, I guessed wrong!"

Like a long wind, leisurely, passing the blue sky and blue sea.

Oishi Shuichiro took a few steps back in fright, looked back and forth, and muttered to himself: "—I thought there was really someone—it turned out to be a recording—" but he stopped nagging.

Like a dream for a second, Tezuka suddenly woke up.

Oishi Shuichiro came to the door again, fumbling here and there: "Isn't it right? But the key doesn't fit there and there's nothing else..."

"Mailbox." Tezuka frowned slightly.

Indeed, on the door on the right, there is only a flat and narrow crack like the opening of a letter box that can accommodate the key.

"But Tezuka-kun, there's no mailbox over there?" Oishi Shuichiro was confused.

"'Tezuka' is fine, Oishi." Tezuka was not very used to Oishi's respectful title to him. The key in his hand "snapped" and patted on the head of the iron blue lion on the left door, which just made the extremely mighty head lion with mouth in mouth.

The lion head on the right fan holds an ordinary door knocker.

Dashi was stunned for three seconds before reacting, and as Tezuka said, he stuffed the key into the opening of the mailbox.

There was no unexpected "boom", replaced by a slightly blunt mechanical sound of gears turning.

The endless metal railing is like the handle of a folding umbrella, descending step by step, and finally sinks into the ground, with the top level with the ground.

The periphery of "Blue" has become a narrow and long strip square.

Dashi took a deep breath and squeezed out the remaining courage: "Let's go in."

Tezuka didn't answer, just walked in front of him, his steps were steady and strong.

"Blue" was originally a cafe and bar.The ground next to it is still the usual dark gray frosted metal plate, while the two oval dance floors of the same size in the center are paved with dark teak.It's just that it has been used for a long time, and the color is dull and dull.

There were people on the dance floor farther away.

It's a little far away, and I can't see the face clearly, I can only see a dazzling red hair constantly jumping, the rhythm is intense, the dance is gorgeous, and an unknown tune is humming loudly.

Lively and agile, like an endless flame.

Tezuka hadn't thought about the appropriate sentence for greeting, the other party had already spotted them.He let out an "Ai--" from a distance, jumped and ran over, dodging the tables and chairs along the way with stunt-like movements, which made Dashi tremble with fear.

"Dashi—are you Dashi?" The orange-red hair curled up on both sides, and the big cat eyes flashed, full of eagerness and simplicity.

Dashi took a step forward: "I'm Xiuichiro Dashi. Do you—know me?" He looked at the young man in front of him very seriously, trying to search from a blank memory.

In the end, I still gave up: "I'm sorry, I can't remember at all, you must be very disappointed, it's all my fault, I don't know what's going on, but you must be very important to me, right, otherwise you won't remember me, everything is me It's my fault—"

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter," the other party jumped to Dashi's side and patted him on the shoulder boldly, "I actually don't remember anything."

"Huh?" Dashi's self-pity was interrupted.

"I've been thinking, ah, what should I do? Then a sentence popped into my mind automatically," he waved his hands and gestured, and when he said the word "bounce", he was even more elated, "Dashi must know La!" Wiping his nose with his right index finger: "I'm Kikumaru Eiji, call me 'Eiji', Oishi!"

Dashi was obviously infected by the other party's enthusiasm, and smiled brightly: "Then let's be good friends again. Please take care of me, Eiji!"

Kikumaru Eiji smiled like a summer beach, enthusiastically: "Please give me more advice, Oishi!" He shook Oishi's hand vigorously, and then shouted inside: "Little, little! I found Oishi!"

There are long rows of high and low wine racks, and the translucent glass bottles are illuminated by artificial light sources, and the colors are blurred.

A short boy slowly turned out from behind the wine rack, with a snow-white FILA hat covering most of his face.Pushing the brim of his hat with his left hand, he choked on the habitual "MADAMADADANE" halfway through, and his dark green cat eyes widened: "Tezuka—Minister?"

Tezuka trembled slightly, but Kikumaru Eiji cheered and rushed towards the boy, pressing on him: "The little one remembers me, remembers Oishi, and recognizes—oh, Tezuka—that's amazing!"

The boy struggled: "Senior Ying Er, I only remember the name—my hat is about to fall off—you are very heavy—"

Kikumaru wrapped his arms tightly around the boy's neck: "Echizen, please go and sing, okay, there is no music in this place, it's not good enough."

"I know, I know, let me go first!" Echizen struggled to get away, pressed his hat, and turned back behind the wine rack as if fleeing.

The J-POP-style tune sounded, and Kikumaru cheered and jumped up, rushed to the dance floor again, and shouted: "Oishi, Xiaobudian, and Tezuka, come together!"

Oishi responded and looked at Tezuka.Tezuka folded his arms, unmoved.

A vague "MADAMADADANE" came from behind the wine rack.

Oishi smiled apologetically, as if speaking to Tezuka but also to himself: "...Eiji...it's like dreaming...don't care!" while walking in the direction of Kikumaru.

Tezuka closed his eyes.

dream?Maybe.

Only one second.