Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

Six years later.

At dusk, the setting sun's afterglow reflects on the mountains and waters, and the golden world seems to be outlined into a beautiful picture.

A hearty laugh came from inside the General's Mansion.

"Haha, okay, Xiao Fanmu, you should go back." Jing Yuan rubbed his head lovingly, smiling with narrowed eyes, with some helplessness in his voice, "It's getting late. If you don't go back, Fu Qing will come here to nag me again."

"You know, I don't want to be nagged by your uncle Jingyuan."

Fan Mu curled his lips and took a bite of the candied haws in his hand, with a very reluctant expression on his face, "Fu Xuan won't play with me, I don't want to go back."

"Be good and listen!" Jing Yuan picked him up and walked towards Taibusi leisurely in the sunset. "You should also understand Fu Qing. She is very busy at work every day. Besides, isn't she with you at night?"

"But Fu Xuan forces me to practice fortune-telling every night, and I don't want to learn." Fan Mu's voice dropped, and he wasn't as lively as before, "I simply can't learn it. I don't have any talent, not even as good as Sister Qingque."

"I... don't like talismans..."

Before he could finish his words, Jing Yuan interrupted him with a serious face and a heavier voice.

"Fan Mu! You should think carefully before you speak some words, don't let yourself regret it in the future!"

"You can complain that Fu Qing doesn't let you play, you can complain that she is too strict with you, but you can't just say it out loud if you don't like it. It will make people sad."

This was the first time he saw Jing Yuan so serious, and he couldn't help but back off. He poked his fingers, but ultimately didn't continue talking, and responded with a somewhat aggrieved tone.

"Oh."

Jing Yuan looked at him and said nothing more as he looked like he was in a bad mood. He just held him and walked silently. There are some things that really cannot be said casually.

He has seen Fu Xuan's efforts over the years, and he has also seen her unknown side. It turns out that a person can be so contradictory. When you feel annoyed or disgusted with someone, your behavior can be extremely caring and protective.

"Uncle Jingyuan."

"Ok?"

"Fu Xuan...Does she dislike me?"

As he entered the downtown area, he heard unusual noise. Fan Mu looked at the family of three playing and fighting around him. He sniffed and the aroma of various foods wafted into his nose. The envy in his eyes seemed to overflow, and a weak voice sounded, with grievance.

"She never let me call her mom, and she rarely took me out to play. She wouldn't let me eat ice cream or anything like that. She wouldn't even let me play with other people. She wouldn't let me get too close to others."

"Fu Xuan is so serious every day. She comes home tired and goes to bed early every day."

"Besides...besides, I'm not her biological child, right...right..."

"Okay!"

Jing Yuan interrupted him at the right time, his expression was helpless, his voice became much softer, and he spoke soothingly.

"You think too much. Fu Qing likes you very much!"

After he finished speaking, seeing that Fan Mu didn't seem to believe him, he began to explain in detail.

"She does this for your own good. Think about it, Fu Qing is too busy, so she can't take you out often. It's not good for you to eat too much ice cream, etc. I believe that every mother is overly worried about the health of her child."

"As for Fu Qing forcing you to learn divination, let me ask you, what mother in the world doesn't want her child to succeed in the future?"

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he crossed the line of not being allowed to play with other people.

"Is that so?" Fan Mu thought for two seconds, then nodded heavily and bit a candied haws, "I understand."

Seeing that he understood, Jing Yuan couldn't help but praise him, "Well, Xiao Fanmu is really smart!"

The fact that he was not Fu Xuan's biological son was not concealed by both of them. Firstly, it was because of work reputation issues, and secondly, there was no need and they did not want to add trouble to future confessions.

The reason why he was willing to say so much was because he found that Fan Mu had a lot of questions to think about, would unconsciously get stuck in a rut, and his mind was a little more mature than his peers, so he needed timely guidance.

Furthermore, he also felt that Fu Xuan did not do well in some aspects. Although his original intention was good, Fan Mu was still a child after all. How could he know so much?

Fu Xuan...is not a real mother after all.

"We're here!" Jing Yun stood in front of the Taibusi door, gently put Fan Mu down, squatted down, touched his head lovingly, and smiled mysteriously with some teasing.

"Xiao Fanmu, do you want Uncle Jingyuan to teach you a way to avoid doing homework tonight?"

"What method?" Fan Mu's eyes lit up, and with his chubby little face, he looked very cute, which made Jing Yuan feel happy.

"It's very simple. When you meet Fu Qing later, ask her if she has any problems with her homework. When she leans close to you to ask, kiss her when she's not paying attention. It will definitely work!"

"Ah?" Fan Mu scratched his head, not understanding the reason for this. "Is this all right? Do we really not have to do the homework just by giving a kiss?"

"Of course! Have I ever lied to you, Uncle Jingyuan?" Jingyuan deliberately put on a stern face, as if he was hurt by his distrust.

"No." Seeing his hurt expression, Fan Mu didn't care about anything else and quickly shook his head, "I believe Uncle Jing Yuan."

"That's it!" Jing Yuan smiled instantly, patted his head and stood up, "If you don't need a kiss, kiss her a few more times. Remember, you should stick to her more when you have nothing to do, so that she won't be reluctant to hit you."

"After the kiss, you have to smile at her foolishly, hold her hand and act coquettishly towards her. If this still doesn't work, come to Uncle Jingyuan tomorrow and I will do your homework for you."

He patted his chest hard to make a promise.

He knew Fu Xuan's character very well.

"it is good!"

Seeing that he looked serious, Fan Mu believed him most of the time and nodded.

"Okay, Xiao Fanmu, I'll leave first." Jing Yuan waved at him.

"Well, goodbye Uncle Jingyuan!"

The clouds in the sky were becoming redder and redder, as if they had been filled with red wine. Half of the sun had already set, emitting its last rays of light.

The hour of Shu.

Fan Mu sat at the table doing his homework with a distressed look on his face. He wrote his homework very quickly, but there were a lot of booklets piled up on the side.

Click!

At this time, the door opened, followed by a series of "tapping" footsteps. His eyes lit up and he looked towards the door of the back room.

After a few seconds, accompanied by increasingly loud footsteps, a beautiful figure opened the door and walked in. Although her face was full of fatigue, she still started to question loudly as soon as she came in.

"Fanmu! Have you done your homework?"