Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

Fanmu has been feeling a little distressed lately.

For some reason, Kafka began to be reluctant to get too close to him. Was it because she had reached the age of being shy?

"Big brother, I'm going to the flower shop!"

Early in the morning, after breakfast, Fan Mu was washing dishes in the kitchen. At the door, Kafka, wearing a thick cotton coat, greeted him and muttered some emotionless words.

"Got it. Be careful on the road." Fan Mu advised. After hearing the click sound of the door closing, his heart seemed to be filled with anger. He felt inexplicably uncomfortable and sighed heavily.

"Hey!"

At this time in the past, he remembered that Kafka would wash the dishes with him. Of course, he was not complaining, but... why?

Is it that the relationship has faded or something?

But why did the relationship fade? He obviously hadn't changed at all.

Does the fading of feelings mean that what happened before will happen again?

Thinking of this, he felt as if his chest was blocked by a huge rock. The emotions that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time were constantly impacting this door. Fan Mu could only control himself forcibly and stop thinking about it. Only then could he barely suppress the flow of emotions in his heart!

He couldn't get an answer that convinced him.

After washing the dishes, Fan Mu sat on the stool in the living room, feeling more and more irritated. Finally, he stood up, took out a rag and started wiping the table and tiles again.

It is true that people tend to think too much once they have free time. He still can't let himself be idle. It's obviously just a small matter, why would he think about it that way?

Forget it, that’s fine, that’s fine. After all, the two of them are not related by blood, and the age difference is not that big. Now that the girl has grown up, it’s better to separate them a little to avoid others seeing them and gossiping.

But...as expected, I still feel a little blocked in my heart.

……

One day, on the street.

"Kafka, come on, try this dress on!"

Fan Mu looked at the purple coat in his hand happily. He felt that it suited her very well.

But what was rare was that Kafka, who used to obey him, was holding two shopping bags in her hands and standing there without moving forward.

"What's wrong? Come over here and try it!" Although he was confused, Fan Mu still waved at her and said.

"No need, big brother." Kafka's emotionless voice sounded, "I already have a lot of clothes! There is no room for them at home!"

She could understand some of the feelings, but she could not understand all of Fan Mu's feelings for her. For her, the house really could not hold all the clothes.

Of course there was a deeper reason. She wanted to save some money for her family. She didn't know what shame and self-blame were like, but when she saw Fan Mu spending all his money on her, she felt a little uncomfortable.

But Kafka didn't tell this reason because she felt it was unnecessary.

"Is that so?" Fan Mu put down the clothes in his hands, "Then let's donate some of the unused clothes after we go back!"

"Ah."

"So Kafka, is there anything else you want to buy or eat?" he asked.

"No." Kafka shook her head.

Fan Mu has been very good to her over the years. She has never lacked what she needs and can eat whatever she wants. There is really nothing she wants now.

"Then let's go home!" Fan Mu reached out to take the shopping bag from Kafka, but was dodged.

"Let me take care of it, big brother!" she said.

He was stunned for a moment, then smiled and praised: "Kafka has grown up and become sensible."

"But I'm only 18 years old, and I'm in good health." Fan Mu posed conceitedly, "You don't need to be sensible! I'll do it!"

Then he took the shopping bag.

"Then I'll go to grandma's place first! There should be a lot of people in grandma's store during the holidays. I'll go and help!"

After having dinner and strolling around the street, she thought that since she was an apprentice in the store, she should go to the store to help. Although she had taken half a day off, her mother-in-law was a good person, so it would be better for her to go early to help her mother-in-law.

"Well... okay, go quickly and be careful on the road!" Fan Mu smiled and waved goodbye, without any expression unusual on his face.

He wanted to persuade Kafka to stay, and he knew that if he asked her, Kafka would definitely stay, but what would happen after she stayed? What would they do with each other?

They've gone shopping, eaten meals, and spent enough time together over the years. What else can they talk about?

"Hey!"

After returning to the house and putting the shopping bags on the table, Fan Mu began to do the housework, sweeping the floor, mopping the floor, and cleaning the tiles...

He is like a hardworking nanny, serving the master of this family.

While doing housework, my thoughts began to drift away.

When did he become like this? When did he learn to take care of others? Why did he do these tedious tasks every day without any complaints in his heart, but concentrate on doing the work at hand.

"I've swept and mopped the floor, washed the clothes, and brushed the tiles..." Fan Mu counted the housework he had completed by counting his fingers one by one. He looked up at the sky outside the window and squinted at the dazzling sunlight.

"It's sunny outside today, why don't you wash the quilt? It looks like it's going to snow in a few days!"

……

In the evening, after a busy afternoon, I finally hung up the quilt.

At dusk, the sunset is picturesque, the sky is dyed golden, and the setting sun slowly sinks, leaving behind a sense of tranquility and warmth in this beautiful time.

"Today's sunset is so beautiful. I wonder if Kafka saw it?"

Fan Mu stretched hard, and all the fatigue in his body seemed to be swept away. He put his frozen hands in his sleeves to warm them.

"It's time to cook dinner. It's time to prepare dinner. What should I cook?"

"Sweet and sour spare ribs or eggplant? Or should we try a new dish? Wouldn't the nutrition be a bit uneven this way?" He tilted his head, a thoughtful look on his face, and frowned slightly from time to time, as if he was thinking about some serious problem.

"It's bad!" Fan Mu suddenly slapped his forehead, ran into the house in a hurry, quickly got a bowl of water, and then went to the window.

There was a potted plant there. The pot was not very big, and there was not even a weed in it except for a tiny sprout. It looked like it was well maintained.

Fan Mu carefully sprinkled the water in the bowl on the soil around it.

This potted plant is the one that holds the Bauhinia flower!

"I almost forgot to water it!" He breathed a sigh of relief. Kafka loved this flower very much, and it would be sad if it died without her noticing.

Time passed little by little, and the fire burning in the house under the setting sun outside the window grew bigger and bigger, but soon began to get smaller, so small that only a dim light was left in the house.

The sound of cars beeping came from outside the window, and the bright light from the street lamps was also very heartwarming.

At the dining table, Fan Mu was lying on the table, wiping his sunglasses out of boredom, and there was a lid in the center of the table.

Click!

"I am back!"

"Are you back? Go wash your hands and have dinner!" Fan Mu had a gentle smile on his face and opened the lid of the table.

The three dishes and one soup inside were exposed and were still emitting bursts of hot steam. It looked very tempting.

"Today I made your favorite dish!"

"Yeah." Kafka put a smile on her face.