Abandoned Lover [Future]

Xiao had just put down the few luggage for the two of them in the cabin, and when he returned to the main cabin again, what he heard was Eugene's words, "It's just a friend."

Xiao was not surprised that Eugene characterized their relationship in this way.Instead, it's more like another boot that's long overdue finally hit the ground.

——Easily overshadowed by the word "friend", it seems that they have been far away, and they used to be "lovers".

Xiao stood behind Eugene and didn’t speak.He didn't really want the other party to be aware of his existence, and he always felt that if Eugene knew that he had heard this sentence, the relationship between them would really be sealed.

Seeing his expression, the red-haired man smiled a little wider, obvious enough for Eugene to notice his strangeness.

After realizing this, Xiao quickly changed his strategy and opened his mouth with a low and gentle voice.

"Eugene, things have been put away. Are the preparations going well?"

When You Jingang turned around, what he saw was Xiao's smile.He was taken aback for a moment, then nodded subconsciously: "No problem."

"That's good, please tell me if there is anything I can do to help." After Xiao finished speaking, he left the two of them very naturally on the pretext of using the ship's energy to charge.

Seeing that Xiao didn't seem to hear the previous conversation at all, Eugene didn't know why he felt a sense of relief.

Miles watched Xiao go away, and showed a funny smile: "Are you sure you two are just friends?"

"I do not know what you're talking about."

"I think he likes your appearance very much." Miles looked back with certainty.

"Impossible." Eugene smiled and repeated again: "...Impossible."

"Let's talk about something else."

Miles didn't insist any more, and instead talked about the interesting things on the way to purchase this time.

……

Xiao picked an empty corner of the cabin of the Red Squirrel and sat down.He looked down at his overly pale hands on his lap.The trace of the dagger pierced by the left hand is still there, because the realistic skin and flesh have no self-healing function, and the repaired texture has a particularly false texture.

He rubbed the unqualified scar back and forth with the thumb of his right hand, then closed his eyes.

... After last night, facing Eugene who had withdrawn his tenderness from him, Xiao suddenly found that his extremely slight hatred for this person was gone.

He dare not have.

Only when he was favored by Eugene did he have the right to be capricious and jealous.When Eugene downgraded him to the status of a friend, he realized that he didn't dare to have the slightest bit of dissatisfaction.

He was afraid that he would really lose this person.

— As long as Eugene is by my side is enough.

——As long as he needs me, my existence is meaningful.

—I don't need anything else.

——I only want this person.

The opposite of this kind of consciousness produced unconsciously is Xiao's abyss.

That was the moment Eugene gave up on him, the moment he would have nothing.

The roar of the engine gradually sounded, and the metal walls of the cabin also vibrated.Eugene opened the door of the cabin, and looked at Xiao's position accurately from the door.

"It's about to take off soon," the black-haired man said, with one hand still propped by the door: "Come and sit down with us."

"it is good."

Xiao's smile was flawless.

……

At the same time, Dietrich stood in the huge mansion and swept all the utensils on the dining table in front of him to the ground.

The servants who had just prepared their lunch suppressed their screams and quickly dispersed.Only the male and female housekeepers who were slightly older stayed where they were, lowered their heads slightly, and waited for their master to vent their anger.

However, this storm seems to be different from usual.

Dietrich was panting violently, his face and expression were filled with terrible hatred.He picked up the silver candlestick at hand and smashed everything in his field of vision to pieces.The shards of the smashed porcelain plate flew up, drawing a shallow but long and narrow mark on his face.Drops of blood seeped out quickly, slid down the side of his face, and landed on his front lapel.

This made his movements pause.

He raised his hand and tapped a little where the bloodstain came from.Looking at the smear of red on his fingertips, Dietrich's expression seemed a little confused.

Then Dietrich chuckled softly into the slightly widened eyes of the stewards.

At first, it was like an unbearable chuckle after hearing a joke, but the volume gradually became louder, and finally turned into a loud laugh echoing in the restaurant.

Laughing to the extreme, Dietrich seemed unable to support his body.After his body leaned back substantially, he propped his hands forward on the dining table, his head hung low, and the drooping hair covered his expression.

The laughter gradually faded away.

Dietrich sniffed, as if laughing out tears before.

Under his left hand propped on the dining table, redness gradually began to glow, slowly spreading on the pure white tablecloth.That was probably because his palm was pressed against the fragments of porcelain, and blood was drawn from the cut.

However, these little pains still failed to bring back Dietrich's sanity.Instead, he clenches his left hand slowly but hard into a fist.

In an instant, blood quickly overflowed from his fingers, dripping onto the table.

Dietrich raised his head slightly, and looked at his left hand, which turned blood red in an instant.

As if fascinated, his expression slowly turned blank.At the end, his lips trembled very slightly, and with a blink, tears suddenly rolled down in big drops.

He let go of his hand, letting the red porcelain piece gently fall back onto the dining table.

"Why do you always leave me?"

Dietrich raised his head slightly and murmured softly.His pupils were out of focus, tears pooled on his chin, and then fell quickly.

"It's like this every time..."

"Every time..."

"I'm not worth your stay..."

The young nobleman's soliloquy was a little choked up.After a while, he finally raised his hands and covered his face with bloody palms.

"elder brother……"

In the huge mansion, Dietrich slowly knelt on the ground and burst into tears.

……

In Dietrich's twenty-eight years of life, he had lost count of the number of times he had suffered from the possible loss of Eugene.

It all started one day when he was nine years old.He sat by the window on the second floor, looking at the courtyard in front of him, while waiting for his brother to come home from school.At that time, his feet could not reach the ground, so he could only cock his feet, beat the time again and again, killing time with great patience.

However, he waited from afternoon until dark, and what he waited for was not his favorite boy who always doted on him, but a group of magistrates with cold faces.

A few days later, his father knelt down in front of him and told him that his brother would never come back.

It was the darkest period of his life.He grew up to the age of 16 in a daze, feeling that everything was disgusting.

At that time, his father had passed away, and he also inherited the identity of the head of the Alning family, and began to squander the family's money at will, becoming the most hateful dude.

In the gladiatorial qualifiers that year, he and his friends mingled with a crowd of civilians, watching blood and flesh splatter in the front row of the arena full of sand.

Halfway through the qualifiers, it was the time when the fighting was the worst.He cracked open a bottle of expensive champagne as he watched plebeian scum kill each other for trivial desires.In front of his eyes, a teenager who was about the same stature as him was slammed to the ground, which made him stop his movements immediately, and cheered loudly.

The boy whose head was pressed into the dust turned his head sideways, and while struggling, he looked at him who made the sound.

——The kind of almost pure golden eyes, he has only seen one person once in his life.

Who would have thought that his brother, who had been told of his death, would appear in front of his eyes in such a way seven years later.

Obviously it was something he could never have imagined in his dreams and found it, but it became extremely ironic at that time - because in that scene, his brother could really die in front of him at any time.

Dietrich yelled like crazy, trying to rush to the infield, but was pulled back again and again by the security officer on the sidelines.

…After that unexpected reunion, he had thought that his brother would never leave without saying goodbye again; never thought that five years later, he would burst into Eugene's apartment and drag Eugene out of a pool of blood.

Time and time again, Eugene was able to easily abandon his life for other people or reasons, or turn around and leave lightly.

But today, after hearing the news of Eugene's retirement from the TV, Dietrich was driven by his intuition and rushed directly to Eugene's apartment - after Eugene attempted suicide, he had Authorization to break and enter in an emergency.

But Eugene didn't lock the door at all.

At first glance, the small apartment has not changed much. Dietrich originally wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but after seeing the wreckage of the computer in the study room, he felt that his blood was cold.

It's too late.

…Hasn't there ever been a time when he thought about how it would feel to be left behind by him?

Or should I thank him, this time, did he bid farewell to himself in a tactful and cryptic manner?

—I hate you so much, brother.

Dietrich, who was kneeling on the ground, thought so, but what appeared in his mind was the smile when Eugene put his hand lightly on top of his head when they met yesterday.

……

The perspective switches back to the arena.

After the news of Eugene's retirement was circulated, many spectators at the arena expressed regret, but not many people actually left the arena.

Other games will continue, and the purchased tickets will not become invalid due to the absence of one person.

However, Joshua looked at the terminal in his hand, and left silently from his expensive box seat.

Eugene's terminal, which was unanswered before, became completely logged out not long ago.

Within the center, a person's terminal is almost equivalent to his identity.Therefore, no matter where the person who leaves the terminal goes, it will be difficult for them to move.

Reminiscent of Eugene's previous message, Joshua was extraordinarily sure that Eugene not only retired from the game, but left completely with Xiao.

——The cyborgs who are scheduled to be destroyed are considered the property of the Life Society and the Alliance Government. If they are taken away by Eugene without permission, it will be considered a violation of Article [-] of the Constitution, and they can be wanted online.

The young guard raised his hand and pressed both ends of his temple with his middle finger and thumb.He walked out of the turbulent gladiatorial arena, and strode towards the parking spot of the land vehicle.

In the backseat of his extremely expensive road bike lay a new suit of clothes, a medicine chest he had brought specially, a small bottle of vodka, and a small bouquet of flowers he wanted to give Eugene in return.

Joshua sat heavily in the driver's seat, but did not start the car immediately, but slowly rested his head on the hand that was still holding the steering wheel.

"If you want to leave, tell me sooner."

He smiled wryly.

"At least let me...see you one last time."

……

The huge pushing force was unfamiliar yet familiar, pressing his chest against the backrest behind him.

Eugene sat in the secured seat, breathing faster and faster with the roar of the engine.

He closed his eyes the moment the Red Squirrel lifted off the ground.

Under his eyelids, there was a sudden and uncontrollable enthusiasm.

……Bye now.

he said to himself in his head.

His past 13 years, his few relatives and friends on the ground, and his innocent, broken wishes.

……

On his left, the silent cyborg stretched out his hand, as if wanting to hold his hand, but missed a little distance, and finally failed to hold it.

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By the way, there is a quiz with prizes. It is known that among all the characters in this chapter, except for Xiao, there is only one person who has a real arrow towards Eugene. Who is he?

The answer to the mystery will not be revealed, but I will give each of the first 30 participating children a small red envelope~