Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

In the darkness, under the starry sky, in the breeze, there were two figures in the dim courtyard.

"You finished washing so quickly. Is it clean? Ah!"

Fu Xuan twisted his ears like a real old woman.

"Look at you, you wash so quickly, you're done in just a few minutes?" Fu Xuan pointed at his head and said, "And you don't even wipe your hair clean, what if you catch a cold?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Fan Mu replied weakly, covering his head.

Fu Xuan didn't want to hear what he said, and said in a commanding tone: "Go, get a towel!"

"Oh."

Fan Mu ran into the house again, and when he came out he had a towel in his hand, pouted his lips, and looked very unhappy.

"Hey!"

Fu Xuan sighed helplessly, took the towel and gently picked him up again without saying anything. He did not care that the water drops dripping from Fan Mu's head soaked her clothes, and patiently wiped him.

"Why do you want to learn swordsmanship?"

She recognized at a glance what the four-legged beast Fan Mu had just wielded was.

"I want to help Fu Xuan."

"Help me?" Fu Xuan was puzzled. "What do you want to help me with?"

"Help Fu Xuan pull Uncle Jing Yuan down!"

Boom!

"Seriously!"

"...Oh."

"I want to help Fu Xuan share the pressure!"

"Why do you want to help me share the pressure?" Fu Xuan was still curious.

"Because..." Fan Mu looked depressed. He sat on her lap and leaned against her chest. The light in his eyes was no longer as bright as before, and his voice sounded extremely aggrieved.

"Because Fu Xuan never plays with me. Fu Xuan is too busy and comes home tired every night. If I can help Fu Xuan share his stress, will Fu Xuan be able to play with me at night?"

"That's it..."

There was a trance in Fu Xuan's amber eyes, and he gently stroked his hair, his voice mixed with the wind becoming extremely gentle.

"Then I'll come back earlier to accompany you, okay?"

"do not want!"

Surprisingly, Fan Mu shook his head and refused without even thinking about it.

This time, without waiting for her to ask why, he took the initiative to explain the reason.

"Fu Xuan has something important to do. If Fu Xuan wants to pull Uncle Jing Yuan down, he can't play with me. This is what Uncle Jing Yuan told me in person."

"I want to help Fu Xuan and don't want to be a stumbling block."

"Is it okay if this process takes a long time?" Fu Xuan asked.

But as soon as he said this, he met Fan Mu's extremely determined eyes.

"It's okay, I will help Fu Xuan no matter how long it takes!"

"..."

"Ha, fool!"

"People who do divination are very smart, why are you so stupid?"

Fu Xuan sniffed, she would not admit that she was touched, and gently kissed his forehead.

Facing her criticism, Fan Mu put a smile on his face again. He didn't care who was being criticized, but spoke sincerely.

“So I will learn martial arts from now on and kill all the bad guys who want to hurt Fu Xuan!”

"I will protect Fu Xuan from now on!"

"Okay, you will protect me from now on, is that a deal?" Fu Xuan said with a smile while hugging him, not knowing whether he took his words seriously or not.

"Okay, it's a deal!" Fan Mu clenched his fist, thought for a moment, and then extended a little finger to her.

"What are you doing again?"

"Hook!"

Fu Xuan subconsciously reached out her hand, but under the starlight and in the breeze, she looked at Fan Mu's serious expression and wanted to tease him again, "Do you really have to?"

"Well, you must pull it!"

"What if I don't want to poop?" she asked with a smile.

"Well……"

Fan Mu's expression became distressed, and his little face wrinkled. If you didn't know better, you would think that his New Year's money had been cheated away again, and he wanted to ask his mother to give it back to him in the future.

"That...that..."

"Okay, pinky promise!"

She looked at Fan Mu's distressed expression, and after laughing enough, she raised her little finger!

"Ok!"

"Let's make a promise that we won't change for the next 100 years. Anyone who changes will be a bastard!"

The agreement was reached, Fan Mu smiled happily, foolishly, and Fu Xuan also smiled, but did not laugh out loud. He gently rubbed his head and pinched his little face.

"hey-hey!"

"Would you like some watermelon?"

Fu Xuan asked, pointing at the sliced ​​watermelon on the stone table nearby.

"want!"

Fan Mu took the watermelon and took two bites. He felt very happy as he ate the watermelon in the breeze and looked at the stars in the sky. Suddenly, he looked up at Fu Xuan's pale pink lips and stopped chewing.

"what happened?"

"Fu Xuan, I have something to tell you!" Fan Mu turned around and looked at her seriously.

"Hmm?" Fu Xuan also became a little serious, "What's the matter?"

"I'm telling you!"

Fan Mu put his mouth close to her ear, very close, and finally...

Trojan horse! Trojan horse!

"You want to die!" Fu Xuan was so angry that she laughed. Looking at the serious little expression, she thought something was wrong, but it turned out that it was just to kiss her twice?

"You're going to kiss me when your mouth is full of watermelon juice?"

"Hey! I'm going to wash my hands!"

Seeing that his plan had succeeded, Fan Mu smiled slyly, then when he saw Fu Xuan raising his hand as if to hit him, he ran away.

"Don't run!"

Although she said so, she only stood up and chased after him for two steps before stopping.

"Really..."

She reached out her hand and gently wiped the juice off the side of her face. She could hardly suppress the smile in the corners of her eyes and on her mouth. She didn't look angry at all.

"Little brat, even if I give you a chance to kiss you, it's useless!"

He sat back on the stone bench, laughed for a few minutes, then was in a daze for a few minutes, and the smile on his lips gradually disappeared.

The night was not very cold tonight. The silvery moonlight was accompanied by the whistling wind. A few fallen leaves that were almost turning yellow were scattered on her hair and shoulders.

Ripples appeared in the small pond in the yard.

The originally bustling courtyard suddenly became deserted.

Fu Xuan looked at the full moon hanging high in the sky and murmured, "Am I... putting too much pressure on the little brat?"

She knew that Fan Mu didn't have much talent in fortune-telling, but she had always believed that this cheap child of hers must have some special abilities. But now it seems that apart from being a little precocious and sensible, he doesn't seem to have anything outstanding.

"I...should I treat him as a relative or something..."

"..."

"Heh..., little brat, forget it. Serve me tea and water in the future. It would be nice to learn some martial arts."

"Jing Yuan... No, I still have to tell him that learning some martial arts and gaining some merits is fine, but forget about going to the battlefield..."

Fu Xuan clenched her fists unconsciously. She actually hated people taking backdoors, but having put herself in this situation, she couldn't convince herself to let Fan Mu go out and make a name for himself on his own. After all... this was too dangerous.

She has reached such a high position and made so many achievements, so can't she let her child enjoy himself?

"That's it, fortune-telling. Since you don't have the talent, just let it go."

After simply sweeping the watermelon rinds on the stone table, Fu Xuan returned to the house. The light in the house was not very bright, but it was enough to illuminate the entire room.

The night gradually deepened and many people had gone to bed. Apart from them, there was no light anywhere around this remote fortune-telling office.

Soon this last bit of light went out.

…………

Snapped!

The lights that had just gone out lit up again in an instant.

"Fanmu! Stick your butt up!"