"Kitahara, what is your impression of tango?"

Borges asked in a smiling voice. His pair of peacock blue eyes lowered and looked at the people close at hand. It gave people the feeling of being like the sparkling sea, as clear as the reflection of glass.

Light.

Because of this problem, the magician slightly interrupted the rhythm of his previous light humming, but he quickly continued, lazily humming a ditty belonging to an Argentine folk tune in his throat, and pulled Kitahara and Kaede to calmly sit between seats.

He turned around in a circle, as if he didn't care about the other person's answer.

Light tubes were distributed on the top of the carriage, emitting a soft pure white light in the increasingly dark night, as if the carriage had been decorated with sparkling gems on the dance floor.

"Tango... The first time I knew this dance, it was probably in a movie. An invisible veteran planned to have a carnival before committing suicide."

If there is a tango in any movie in the world that is the most shocking to the soul, it is probably the tango in "Scent of a Woman" - a lingering romance that burns like a fire until it seems like it will happen in the next second.

A souvenir burned to ashes.

Kitahara and Kaede followed each other's steps and took the next step to the rhythm of the song humming softly from the other's mouth. A look of reminiscence appeared in their orange-gold eyes, and then there was a smile.

""por una cabeza"."

He said, "That's the name of that song."

por una cabeza, Spanish horse racing terminology for "a horse's head away".

That is "one step away" in Chinese.

"The song by Carlos Gardel is quite beautiful. But I really don't know which movie it is from. After all, there are so many movies that quote it."

Borges laughed, led the people to the other side, and then blinked at Beihara and Feng, with a pleasant tone in his voice: "But I'm not completely blind yet. I know how to compare it to you.

Not happy."

"It looks like you don't have it at all. And, "

Kitahara and Kaede held each other's hands, and with a tacit understanding, they separated according to standard dance steps at the place where the music should have prompted, and stretched out their arms.

Then they walked towards each other again, put their hands on their shoulders, and circled around the small place in harmony with each other's dance steps.

"I'm talking about a movie I've actually seen." The traveler added with a smile on his face.

During this movement, due to the characteristics of tango, the two people were very close to each other, with their foreheads almost touching each other, so Borges could clearly see the smiling orange-gold eyes of Kitahara and Kaede.

——Of course, in his world, it is a kind of melancholy and bright gold.

Borges was lost for a moment.

But the dance steps of the two people switched to the rhythm of the song "One Step Away" tacitly, and the steps became smoother and lighter, like a flying bird dexterously dancing with its own shadow.

Borges, who grew up in Buenos Aires, the capital of Argentina, could even accurately find the melody of the song and the accompanying dance when it played in the tavern from his own memories.

One step away. Only one step away forever.

It seems that no matter how many times I listen to this song, there is a certain regret that makes people miss it, like a firefly that can never be caught in the palm of my hand. People can't help but feel that they are only one step away from fully understanding this song.

One step away.

So people are so willingly deceived and chase after it, just like a horse chasing the carrot hanging in front of its head, just like someone chasing the sun blindly.

Borges sometimes felt that he was the same person, even a little stupider: because he knew clearly that the thing he wanted to grasp was not just a step away.

Although there is essentially no difference, after all, always one step away and always ten thousand steps away have the same ending.

He thought a little self-deprecatingly, but instead of feeling sad, he wanted to smile from the bottom of his heart: probably because he was dancing tango.

It was never easy to feel sad. And he was also very happy that Kitahara and Feng were willing to accompany him.

Although according to the rules that came out of nowhere, laughter is not allowed during tango dancing, but Borges doesn't care at all: he likes the kind of dance music with a cheerful flavor when there is nothing to do, that

A passion that bursts out of loneliness and has no outlet.

Life is dull enough, and there is no need to emphasize it with any dance.

So a certain traveler who usually seems soft and has no temper is really an overly sharp rabbit.

Borges smiled and thought: How did he know that he was never sad when dancing the tango?

"But speaking of which—dear Mr. Rabbit."

When Borges thought of this, he naturally changed his title and said in a light and lively tone:

"I asked Garcia what kind of songs he liked. Do you want to guess what he said to me?"

Beiyuan and Feng followed each other closely, their steps almost touching each other. Hearing this, they raised their eyes cooperatively, the orange and gold colors shining brightly under the light: "What?"

"He thought about it seriously for a long time and finally told me that he liked Gardel."

Borges lowered his head slightly and answered with an obvious smile. The corners of his lips were drawn into a brilliant arc, and his peacock blue eyes were as bright as morning stars.

"The melody is going to speed up," he said.

"I know." Kitahara and Kaede replied in a relaxed tone.

If it was just a slow-burning flame before, then the suddenly compact melody of "One Step Away" entering the b section is like a fire that suddenly rises after being thrown into fuel.

A faster rhythm urges faster steps, more powerful steps, and more tacit cooperation.

After retreating in a figure-eight step, the traveler followed the opponent and took four leaping steps to the right. Then he made a light circle, put his hand on Borges's left shoulder, and clasped the fingers of the other hand with the opponent.

He suddenly leaned forward and placed his body's center of gravity completely on the other person's body.

The upper bodies of the two people were almost completely touching each other. Borges supported the person steadily and blinked his eyes while returning his center of gravity. He felt that his friend was lighter than he imagined.

"I always feel that you, Kitahara, are very skilled in the women's step, right?"

"I danced with my sister. I used to learn tango with her. You also know that this kind of dance requires tacit understanding. After you learn the steps of one position, you will become more or less familiar with the steps of the other position."

"Sister? Are you willing to let your sister learn tango?"

Borges raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Although I don't like those who say this dance is obscene, it does have more physical contact than most dances."

"First of all, she is my half-sister. I have no right to ask her not to do anything or to do something."

Kitahara and Kaede closed their eyes, responded softly, held each other's hand again and stepped back. During the next approach, they allowed Borges to lift themselves up and put their right leg on the other's leg.

This action lasted for several seconds. During this process, the traveler suddenly opened his eyes, with an obvious smile, like the sunset soaking in the lake, with colors softened by the clearest water.

"Secondly, she is also a very lonely person."

After Borges got up from his slightly bent state, he naturally came down, stood with his feet on the floor of the carriage, raised a finger to Borges, winked, and spoke in a voice that was not lowered.

: "So I'm happy that she wants to learn tango."

Some people's loneliness is waiting for fire, just like ashes that still have residual warmth, with little red sparks hidden inside, waiting for a complete burning.

And some people are truly silent when they are lonely, like completely cooled ash, which can only imitate a butterfly in a certain wind and choke in someone's throat and trachea, causing painful suffocation.

People who like tango are at least not the latter.

"Huh? I don't have that many ideas."

Borges understood, but he pretended

He didn't understand much, he just looked around, yawned lazily, stretched out and found a place to sit down, and changed the topic in a brisk tone:

"I just like those bright, beautiful colors - slutty, right? I know what the old-timers would say."

Kitahara and Kaede took a sip of water to calm down their heartbeat caused by the high-intensity dance of tango. After hearing this, they glanced helplessly at Borges, who was already shrinking in his seat.

He held up the table surrounded by four seats with one hand and leaned against the wall near the window. One leg was bent and placed on the seat, and the other leg was drooped underneath, like a lazy cat.

The animal has a white belly.

To be fair, this retired magician doesn't look like the kind of person who would be interested in the sensual life of sensuality and feasting. But occasionally - when he turns his head and shows a careless smile to people, it seems that he has

Have a similar temperament.

It is a kind of cynical frivolity, and there is a loneliness hidden under the mask that cannot be filled.

He sat on the table, lowered his body and looked at Borges, who had shrunk to the edge of his seat and started to pretend to yawn, trying to pretend to be sleepy, and sighed slightly.

Borges raised his head and stared at Kitahara and Kaede with his peacock blue eyes seriously and intently. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he just looked at them quietly.

Then he tilted his head and said in a serious tone: "By the way, Beiyuan, I suddenly remembered something."

"You haven't read to me yet." The retired magician said in a lazy tone, "It's "The Divine Comedy."

"Do you still remember?" Beihara and Feng pondered for a few seconds, then seemed to remember that there was such a thing, showing surprise, "I thought you had forgotten it."

"Don't think that dancing the tango with me will solve this problem."

Borges snorted lazily and stretched out his hand confidently: "I have a very good memory."

The next second a book was thrown into his arms, and was caught with great care.

After receiving the book, Borges grunted happily a few times, and then he hugged the book into a ball, leaving a place for Kitahara and Kaede to sit next to him.

Beihara and Feng got down from the table, sat in the seats specially given to them by the other party, turned their heads and asked seriously: "Which article do you want to listen to?"

"Inferno." Borges said, and then buried his face in Kitahara Kazuki's knees, intently trying to read Kitahara Kazuki's book, but of course, he saw almost nothing in his field of vision.

Kitahara and Kaede don't have any books in their hands either. All the books he wants to talk about are in the library of his brain. The same goes for Borges who can't see anything.

"Let's start with the words on the stone door."

The reader spoke briskly, as if he had actually seen the words in the so-called book.
To be continued...