someone likes blue

——Let me open a flower shop in the coming year...

After counting the inventory of "Lan" in the warehouse, he approached Tezuka who was instructing everyone to clean up in a gossiping way: "Finally agree to recognize each other as siblings, 'cousin' who endures?"

"Are you free?" Tezuka raised his right eyebrow slightly.

Bad start!He laughed dryly, and quickly moved away. It seemed that Tezuka was not in a good mood.

"Damn, the curtains will trouble you." Apparently he still couldn't slip fast enough, Gan made a bitter face.

Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he waved to the door: "Haitang! Haitang! Come here!"

A cleaner with long hands and feet in a green flower turban ran in, with a fierce face but thoughtful courtesy, and bowed respectfully and deeply: "Senior."

"Haitang," the dry black-rimmed glasses reflected a strange white light again, "How about the training method I summarized for you last time? Did you follow the schedule every day?"

"Three times. Hiss—" The snake-like voice, coupled with the sinister expression, is indeed scary, but anyone who has been with him for a long time knows that Kaitang Kaoru is actually a kind-hearted child.

"My statistical data also shows that your sweeping speed is getting faster and faster - but three times may be a bit too much, I will help you check your muscle condition later, and be careful of fatigue - well, you can help hang the curtains first , exercise flexibility and strength control—" Qian happily pulled Kaitang towards the warehouse.

"Poor Kaido." Kikumaru, who was spreading the tablecloth, and Oishi, who was holding a clean tablecloth, looked at each other and shook their heads together.

"That's too cunning, senior." Echizen untied the apron with the pattern of a Himalayan cat on his waist: "Minister, the adjustment of the instrument part is complete."

"Thank you." Tezuka nodded.

Dashi was a little worried: "I said, Tezuka, are you really staying here to do part-time jobs? Although he doesn't get paid and it's almost like a part-time job to come here every day, Atobe will definitely go crazy and we will lose a big customer. The daily cost of that room is not a small amount, no one except Atobe can afford it..."

"Oishi." Tezuka raised his voice slightly to stop Oishi from talking.

"Atobe doesn't, he and Shinozu—" Echizen was halfway through, when a sunny voice came from the door of "Blue": "Echizen, have you finished your work? Can't make it to the line!"

"Here we come," Echizen hurriedly ran out, unable to hide the bright smile on his face.

The impetuous noise at the beginning of the opening has faded away, and now the "blue" is slowly quieting down, which is in line with its quiet and elegant environment design.

Just like people's emotions, from the excitement when they first wake up, they gradually settle down until they are silent.

The music of the violin is flowing, like weeping and complaining, like thinking and admiring.Like thousands of slender silks, shining with cold silver light, tightly entangled in everyone's heart.

The guest stopped talking, Kikumaru froze his steps, Oishi stopped nagging, and put down the computer dryly.Even Echizen lowered his hands that were performing fancy bartending.

Tezuka closed his eyes slightly: this voice - the warm tone of the violin, is so similar to the voice that he couldn't find anywhere.

The reason for keeping Renzuzu is nothing more than that.

Atobe, who was sitting in the box, stared at Ninja Yuuji on the stage through a large single-sided glass.

When we first met, he was not only a nympho, but also a peerless idiot, who could even misjudge people's gender.

Next, he is the most stubborn brown candy in the world. No matter which district he is in, he will always appear cheerfully within 5 minutes, with his left hand casually inserted in his trouser pocket, and his right hand raised as a greeting.

Lazy movements are incompatible with the respect and submission that Atobe wants, but he does it with a unique flavor, coupled with a deep and magnetic voice, it is not ordinary sexy.

People are also very smart.After amnesia, everyone almost started from scratch. Because of his special status, Atobe naturally knew a lot more than ordinary people. However, Renzu could understand the meaning of his occasional words and be considerate of his mood swings.

Aware of his loneliness, but maintain his pride.

Compared with the same genius but Mianli Zangzhen who is tit-for-tat everywhere, Renzu is undoubtedly more pleasing to the young master Atobe.

The balance in my heart began to shift unknowingly.

It was rare to see Atobe and Huadi's Fuer, and after chatting for a few words, the clear blue eyes opened up, and they made a round of tea time with deep meaning, and finally leaned back on the comfortable chair contentedly Back, eyes curved gracefully: "What an interesting person, but unfortunately I've been busy recently. When will Xiaojing introduce you."

"He's in the flower shop in District Y." Atobe went there once, but he was dragged there by Ninzu, saying something like "They don't believe my reason for asking for leave, Xiao Jing, you must help, just nod", and so on.

Trapped in memories, Atobe ignored the ambiguous hint in Fuji's tone.

After that, Fuji comes even less frequently.Ju Juping just said: "Fuer has a big idea. I heard Yuta said that he often works overtime until the early hours of the morning, and Fuer himself said that he didn't want to be kicked by a horse. It seems that he was too busy."

Ren Zu packed up the violin, carried the case, and walked towards the box with rhythmic steps.

It wasn't until he saw the light of the narrow and long phoenix eyes behind the glasses that Atobe realized that he was distracted.

Putting the piano case in the locker of the private room, he approached Atobe with patience: "How is my performance?"

Atobe still had a cold face, pushing his arms and rejecting: "Not satisfactory."

Ninzuzu keenly noticed that Atobe's strength was not as strong as usual, and his attitude was not as firm as usual. He was overjoyed, but he didn't show half of it on his face.Following Atobe's strength, he stood up and sighed deliberately: "Is that so—" There was a hint of disappointment in his tone.

Atobe's heart tightened, but he still wanted to maintain his pride: "Practice a little more, and you'll barely be worthy of staying by my uncle's side."

Ren Zuzu turned around, with a careless smile on his lips: "Then, would Atobe-sama be willing to condescend and give you some advice?"

"Whispering!" Atobe gave him a sideways look, seemingly vicious but charming.

Renzu was stunned, and before he knew it, his right hand touched the tear mole under Atobu's eyes: "Xiao Jing, you were very kind to me today—do you remember anything—ah!"

Atobe Shi Shiran withdrew his long legs, condescendingly looked down at Shinobu who had been kicked down on the long-haired carpet, and stared with beautiful eyes: "Is this important?"

Shinobu didn't get up in a hurry, sat on the carpet and looked up at Atobe, a satisfied smile slowly appeared on his face: "Indeed, it doesn't matter."

"Huh!" Atobe stretched out a hand: "Get up, it's ugly!"

Renzu didn't stand up right away, but held that hand carefully, half-kneeling and kissed reverently: "Xiaojing, I love you." The usual playful tone was completely gone, serious enough to almost swear.

"You still—MADAMADADANE!" In a hurry, Atobe said Echizen's catchphrase, turned his face away, and concealed his suspicious blush.

hand, has not been withdrawn.

"Tezuka!" Shinobu rushed to the bar and shouted.

Tezuka couldn't be seen, and when he was looking left and right, he was hugged by the person sitting next to him pouring wine.

Renzu was taken aback, and hurriedly broke free from the octopus-like entanglement: Please bless, Xiaojing, don't misunderstand.

Take a closer look: "Qianshi! How can you drink like this!"

Qianshi collapsed on the bar counter like pure mud: "Renzu, you came just in time—lend me—" He patted the table and shouted: "Trouble, a glass of whiskey, double!"

"Qianshi, you can't drink anymore——Okay, please don't pull my clothes——I'll ask someone to take you home—"

The arrival of Tezuka undoubtedly rescued Shinozu in distress: "Qianshi, the last cup tonight, we will give it to you for free."

Qian Shi rushed over as if he had found a treasure, and after gulping it down, he regained consciousness and clicked his tongue: "No, Tezuka, this is iced tea—you lied to me!"

"If you can tell the difference, it proves that you are sober. Let's go back." Tezuka held a face colder than iced tea, with an obvious expression of seeing off guests.

Renzu's curiosity broke out: "Qianshi, what's wrong with you?"

It's okay not to ask.Qianshi hugged his feet and burst into tears, as if the end of the world was coming, other nearby guests retreated one after another, and some even checked out and left immediately.

Unable to break free, he had to ask Tezuka: "Didn't he get engaged a while ago? Why is he like this now?"

"It's blown." Tezuka's voice was cold and powerful, but like a stone falling into the lake, it stirred up a thousand waves, and Qianshi cried even worse.

Echizen who passed by couldn't help it: "It's just being dumped, please be more ambitious."

Kikumaru, who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, jumped over: "But his luck is really too bad. He was dumped twice in one night, and it was the same reason."

"Why?" Shinobu seized the opportunity to ask.

"The house is too small—in fact, I think he is poor." Kikumaru opened his eyes wide and looked innocent. "We are all the same. Maybe there are fewer people in the Western Region, so they are better off than us."

"There are several times as many people in the Southern District as we do, but no one has taken a fancy to him? Maybe Qianshi himself is not stable enough?" Renzu analyzed with disapproval.

Kikumaru's eyes flickered: "Well, it makes sense--Tezuka is very popular--Oishi is too!" I don't know what I remembered, and I gave Oishi who was busy in the distance a hard look.

Oishi Shuichiro suddenly felt as if there was a needle prick on his back, he hurriedly sent the guest away, and ran over while wiping his sweat: "Eiji, did you call me?"

Kikumaru was puzzled: "No."

Dashi looked at Qianshi who was lying on the table, and took off the apron around his waist: "How about I send him back, he is so drunk, can Tezuka trouble you to close?"

Tezuka frowned slightly: "I'll drop him off, you should close."

Oishi has no objection, "Blue" is in District O, and Sengoku lives in District S. Tezuka's approach is more reasonable.

Returning to the residence in T area, after tidying himself up, Tezuka lay down on the bed and looked around.

As Kikumaru said, their rooms are all the same. Although they are well-equipped, clean and comfortable, they are small and empty, and the walls are unremarkable.

It is said that the three districts of West, North and South are several times larger than the East District where they are located, especially the North District, which is famous far and near for its large land and sparse population.

Qianshi's fiancée is from the most affluent West District, and was frightened by the overcrowding in the East District, which is understandable.

"Blue" guests come and go, he has been watching with cold eyes.

There is no relationship that is perfect and pure.

Tezuka sighed softly and closed his eyes.

Perhaps, he should agree to Ren Zuzu's request and exchange jobs with him.

"Blue" - doesn't seem to suit him well.