It's a bodyguard, not a cowherd

After verifying the face, fingerprints, and voiceprints in turn, he went through the security check and checked the verification documents. After more than 20 minutes of identity verification and security checks, August was able to enter the PTY safe room.

Because it contains priceless treasures from all over the world, including broken pages.

"Mr. Sperry, are you going in by yourself?"

August looked at the person in charge of the security room with an unhappy expression on his face.

"According to the charter."

The person in charge's back was instantly sweaty, nodded quickly, and called his assistants. The two led the way and followed August all the way into the safe room where the torn pages were stored.

This is a rule that no one can enter the safe room alone for any reason without monitoring and outsiders.

It was another series of complicated verifications, followed by complicated unlocking, and August finally got the broken pages that he had put in by himself.

The person in charge and the assistant consciously retreated to a slightly distant corner.

Looking down at it, August still vaguely remembers the appearance of Dr. Bonasen-Hilgard who brought it to him 15 years ago, and asked to be permanently sealed, not to be used or copied, but he has long since forgotten. Represents the power of your own expression when you accept it.

Maybe, it's ugly - full of excessive desire and ambition.

But there's more than just ugliness to come from this broken page.

In the dead of night, the lights in the alley are dark, only the heavy rain, a calculated time, place and weather——

He and he was also calculated to appear at that time, in that place, and in that weather.

The sight blown by the wind, the blood washed by the rain, the embarrassment of being hunted down.

It just so happened that at that moment and that place, on that rainy night, I was met by the red cheongsam wearing a black umbrella.

"I think you don't mind, let me do you a little favor."

The cold wind is too cold, the rain is too cold, and I am so thirsty for warmth after losing blood, it must be because of this!

Therefore, I chose to jump into this obvious trap without hesitation and act in this clichéd plot.

"Hehe! You can keep me, I don't want to work hard anymore."

"Do you despise me, despise my dirty background that is ridden by thousands of people?"

"Hehe! How can a benefactor not enjoy his prey?"

"I don't want to study! I don't want to wear men's clothes! I just want to have sex!"

"You're not my dad, why do you care so much?"

"Oh~ so you like this tune, papa~"

"papa~"

Although I know that everything about him is fake, and he doesn't need what I give him, the so-called normal life, but I still can't help it, can't help but fall into his every frown and smile.

I want him to be happy, whatever.

I have been waiting, waiting for that established betrayal, and I have been waiting for twelve springs, summers, autumns and winters like this.

"I want freedom, give me freedom, August."

I waited.

But what I waited for was not betrayal, but what I had always hoped for, his transformation.

How did you forget it?

When we first met, there was light in his eyes, not the light of refracted street lamps, but his own light!

I nodded.

He is free, from Nosh.

But also free from me.

Looking down at his ring finger, there was nothing there.

Regret?

Jealous?

Heartache?

Sperry's family motto - don't look back, don't retreat, don't regret.

The fact is there, it doesn't work either!

So the answer is obvious.

However, looking at the fluffy torn pages.

August felt regret for the first time.

The person in charge and the assistant looked at the expressionless boss, suddenly frowned, and looked dignified, surprised at the same time.

——Isn’t it to pursue responsibility for what happened just now?It's really flattering on the horse's hoof!

The person in charge rubbed his hands, trying to ease his anxiety and restlessness.

Putting the broken pages back, August turned around and glanced at the two people in the corner.

The person in charge and the assistant shook at the same time.

"That, that, boss, I just..."

"Take care, I'm leaving."

"Ok?"

The manuscript was stillborn, and the person in charge looked at the assistant and asked with his eyes——Is everything all right?

The assistant also replied with his eyes——probably.

August was not interested in the two-person play, so he strode out directly, and after another series of security checks, he returned to the ground.

"Contact Du Jing and tell him that I will go to his place for dinner later." August turned to his secretary Roger.

"Okay sir, shall we go straight back to the company now?"

Look at the still bright sky, it's still some time before dinner.

Although there was still time to deal with some work, August shook his head and said, "Go home."

"I see." Roger nodded.

The boss's answer was completely out of Roger's expectation, because every time before going to Hanzhiguang, the boss, who never dressed up, would go home to take a shower, change clothes, and tidy up his appearance.

Time passed slowly under the expectation of some people, and it was time for dinner again, and the news broadcast on TV also started on time.

"Is he still not letting go?" Dick said after swallowing the meat in his mouth.

"No." Eartha shook her head, looked at Dick and said coldly, "Eat slowly, and be careful not to choke."

Even with his non-dominant left hand, he couldn't slow down his eating speed. Dick, who was still crying and eating, raised his head, shook his chopsticks and said, "I'm used to it. I've been eating like this for more than ten years in order to save time for experiments."

Thinking of the scenes of hungry pythons eating food she saw every time in the cafeteria, Eartha nodded and said, "I know."

"However, there is one person who is the best among them." Dick raised his chopsticks, "Bonasen-Hilgard, a well-known research lunatic at the M Military Research Institute, but it's true, otherwise how could he develop this weapon."

"Raise the weapon." Eartha put down her chopsticks, "What is the name of the weapon in the broken page?"

Dick shook his head and said, "Who knows? Anyway, Bonasen didn't name it, he said, the name doesn't mean anything, it doesn't matter if you choose it or not."

"Really? I thought naming my own blood was something everyone enjoyed doing."

"Normal people think this way, after all, in the eyes of philosophers like Aristotle, having a name is the basis for the meaning of entities." Dick shrugged, "But obviously Bonasen is not."

Eartha nodded, not knowing that she agreed with that sentence.

The low-volume news broadcast background sound seemed to become louder because of the sudden silence.

"By the way, did Sakurai eat?"

"Probably not yet, I will continue to hang him with glucose later."

Dick put down the chopsticks in his hand, wiped his mouth and said, "Is he really planning to go on a hunger strike to death to show his ambition?"

"If Ye She's people don't come to rescue him, maybe they can succeed."

"whispering sound!"

Dick was angry when he mentioned this, because Ye She didn't pay attention to his warning at all, the time limit passed, let alone rescue, there was no news at all.

"I still underestimated how disgusting Ye She is."

Dick looked up at the news, the hostess was broadcasting current affairs and politics with a serious face.

"But why do they always find such a good 'dog'?"

Eartha also looked at the TV, "Who knows, so human nature is really..."

Before she finished speaking, the hostess' face suddenly flashed and disappeared, replaced by an inexplicable piece of news——

The cherry blossoms in country J suddenly withered in a large area, and tourists expressed their regret and remembrance.

Accompanied by the falling cherry blossoms all over the screen, the strange wording of the news is even more strange.

"Cherry blossoms are falling, can we use the word remembrance? It's not like they won't bloom again." Dick frowned.

Eartha watched the cherry blossoms fall to the ground silently, and then the screen flashed again, turning back to the serious face of the hostess.

Cherry blossoms... withered...

Cherry blossoms……

Cherry blossoms?

cherry!

Dick was taken aback by Eartha standing up suddenly, "What's wrong?"

"I'm going to see Sakurai Tsubasa."

With a short sentence, as Eartha walked away quickly without looking back, the volume gradually became smaller.

"Hey! Wait for me!"

Dick got up and quickly followed after him.

As soon as the door was pushed open, Dick grabbed the doorknob and petrified on the spot.

"What are you doing?"

Shouldn't it be what he thought?

Eartha let go of Sakurai Tsubasa's wrist, got up from him, and looked at Dick with a flat face.

Sakurai Tsubasa sat up from the bed with the same dull expression.

The extremely calm look of the person involved made Dick's old face dry - in this room, it felt like he was the only old pervert.

"Cough!" Clenching his fist to his mouth, Dick coughed to cover up his embarrassment, "What are you doing?"

Eartha looked at Sakurai Tsubasa, and picked up a pocket knife from the ground.

Dick knew it when he saw the knife.

"I mean you." Dick walked over, bent down to pick up the knife, and shook the handle of the knife in front of Sakurai Tsubasa, "Are you going to kill yourself with such a knife? It would be a disgraceful death."

Sakurai Tsubasa was just silent.

Dick handed the knife to Eartha, "Take it and throw it away, strip him naked and check it out, I don't want to do it again."

"Yes."

Dick looked at Sakurai Tsubasa who seemed to be in a daze for a while in silence, pulled a chair casually, sat on the edge of the bed, raised Erlang's legs, "Have you ever paid homage to Heisei Shi?"

Sakurai Tsubasa didn't respond.

"Then let me put it another way." Dick tilted his head to the other side, "Have you visited his grave?"

This time, Sakurai Tsubasa shook his head.

"I've been, because I've played against him before, and he—" Dick paused and made a long note, "very strong."

"I know, the young master said."

Dick opened his eyes slightly, he didn't expect Ye Shekong to be unabashed, "Then he really has no intentions."

"The young master said." Sakurai Tsubasa's voice was very soft, "There should be no concealment in the lover's world, especially the most embarrassing part."

"Oh! I really don't understand his definition of love." Dick bowed his head, "I'm suddenly worthless for Heisei. Although he is my opponent, he is called 'unbearable' by a child raised by his own hands. It's really—sad."

Seeing the darkness in Dick's eyes, Sakurai Tsubasa didn't express his understanding of Notoku's empty words——

Perhaps, it was not Heisei who was unbearable, but himself who killed his "father" with his own hands.

——Will the young master feel bad for me?

Looking at a point in the void, Sakurai Tsubasa thought so.

"Hey!"

Sakurai Tsubasa turned to look at Dick.

"I don't think your understanding of love is as perverted as Ye Shekong's. Do you really plan to die for this love?"

Sakurai Tsubasa shook his head.

The corners of Dick's mouth started to rise, and just as he was about to say something, Sakurai Tsubasa spoke first.

"The young master's love is not perverted, it's just that he doesn't put his love for me first."

"What! You! Ugh—" Dick stood up irritably, pointed at Sakurai Tsubasa, but didn't know what to say.

"Forget it, whatever you want! But as long as you are still with me, your life cannot be decided by you!"

After speaking, he crossed Eartha and left angrily.

Eartha bowed slightly to Sakurai Tsubasa, the corners of her mouth seemed to move, and then she also walked out of the room.

After the sound of closing the door, the room fell into silence again.

The young master just put all the love he can understand now behind the love for the young master.

Love for father, love for mother, love for friend, and love for lover.

Looking up, he looked at the pale ceiling.

Death is a given, I don't want to be decent, I just want to die for him.

sir...

"Brother, I may never marry anyone else in my life."

Looking up, looking at the pale moon sky.

Noshsuke looked at his younger brother, his eyes were full of moonlight.

"The name next to your name in the family tree has been decided long ago."

"Really? That's great, I don't feel so unbearable, bro."

Ye Shesuke looked at Yuehui and was silent for a while, then, a very light but heavy voice came out.

"Unbearable - it's me."