Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

"Am I stupid? Do you not like me anymore?"

Fan Mu lowered his head. He was afraid and eager to know Fu Xuan's answer.

"Why...why do you ask that?"

Fu Xuan frowned slightly and slapped him on the head in annoyance.

Boom!

"Ouch!"

"You are my baby, how can I hate you?"

Fan Mu rubbed his head in pain. His forehead hurt. He knew that Fu Xuan was really angry this time.

"But I'm really stupid!"

"I can't learn divination, and I don't have any talent for martial arts." He murmured in a low voice, as if to refute.

"Fool!" Fu Xuan pinched his face with a hint of gritted teeth.

"Even if you really don't have any talent, you are still my child, Fu Xuan, who was raised by Taibu Si Taibu with all my heart and soul. How could I not like you?"

"really?"

There was a faint light in Fan Mu's eyes.

"real!"

After getting the definite answer, he believed it, but before he could be happy, a disdainful voice came from his mind and the light in his eyes quickly dissipated.

[Do you believe what she says? ]

[Even if we take a step back and say that she really likes you now and doesn't hate you, what about the future? Who would like a mediocre child born in a powerful family? What's more, you are not her biological child, you were just picked up! ]

[After a few years, when your sister Fu Xuan has her own biological child, then hehe... you will be dispensable, or even kicked out of the house... kicked out of this spacious house! ]

Yes, he is not Sister Fu Xuan’s biological child. Sister Fu Xuan is so smart and capable, her child must be very smart. So what should he do then?

Endless bitterness began to spread in his heart. Fan Mu forced a smile. Suddenly, he slapped his cheek with a sincere smile on his face. He raised his head and looked at her with a smile, returning to his usual heartless self.

"Fu Xuan, I'm hungry!"

He would not tell this to Sister Fu Xuan, because he knew that Sister Fu Xuan would be in trouble once he told her this.

It is enough that Fu Xuan likes him now. Fu Xuan does not owe him anything. On the contrary, he owes him a lot... a lot.

"Fu Xuan, I'm going to take a shower first. I stink!"

After saying that, without waiting for her to answer, Fan Mu trotted back to the room.

Behind him, Fu Xuan stretched out his hand and looked at his back, opening his mouth, but ultimately chose not to call him.

What happened to Fanmu?

She was worried. She saw all of Fan Mu's behavior. Although he still had a silly smile on his face, something was obviously wrong today. Something was very wrong.

She thought about it and decided to tell fortunes to find out the reason.

She pinched her fingers together, but before she could take the next step, the Dharma Eye on her forehead began to ache slightly, and her face was full of fatigue and pain. She had done divination too many times and with too much force in recent days, and she was beginning to feel a little overwhelmed.

Fortunately, what we have to count this time is not a big deal.

"It's... me? Why?"

Fu Xuan looked at the hexagram with a puzzled look on his face, and Fan Mu was distressed. Why was she the reason for his sadness?

She frowned, rubbed her temples, and combined with what Fan Mu had just said to her, she had some idea in her mind.

Do you think you are too dumb to help me lighten the load?

This was the first thing she thought of, and she laughed out of anger.

"Really..." She thought for a long time but couldn't think of how to describe it. In the end, she could only squeeze out a few words from her thin lips, "Stupid but cute."

Although Fan Mu is not her biological son, he was raised by her with great care, and in her heart, he is no different from her biological son.

Perhaps her guess might not be very accurate, but it should not be far off, Fu Xuan thought.

"What should I do now?" She covered her forehead with her hands in distress, walked into the house, and planned to cook first.

Fan Mu may not have any talent, but he is very smart, and I don’t know if he can listen to the usual guidance.

Time passed, and months went by.

Fu Xuan woke up from bed early the next morning.

I opened my eyes dazedly and reached out to feel around, but felt nothing.

After a few seconds, she was completely awake. She seemed to hear some sound vaguely and came to the window. As expected, she saw Fan Mu swinging a sword in the dim world outside.

Every swing of the stick in his hand and every step he took was full of power. He looked very serious, with a firm eye and a little sweat on his forehead. It seemed that he had been practicing for some time.

Fu Xuan remained silent and did not disturb her. She knew that her persuasion last night did not work.

After a simple wash, she cooked a meal in the kitchen and quietly went out.

It is still early, the sun has not risen yet, the world is only slightly bright, and the only few shops open on the street are breakfast shops selling steamed buns.

On the way to Taibusi, Fu Xuan had been thinking about how to persuade him. It was a good thing for Fan Mu to work hard. She also thought so at first so she didn't say much.

But she didn't expect that this would go on for several months. Fan Mu would get up early in the morning to practice sword and practice until very late. He was only seven years old, still at the age of playing in the mud. He was still young and could not continue like this.

"What should I do?" She crossed her arms, feeling extremely distressed.

She could solve ordinary problems with a divination, and there were very few times when she was troubled.

"Jing Yuan..., go discuss it with him."

Fu Xuan closed his eyes and thought for a while, then changed direction and walked towards the general's mansion.

General's Mansion.

"So this is why you kicked my door so early in the morning?" Jing Yuan twitched his mouth, looking helpless.

"Tsk, it's all your fault. Why did you mention martial arts training in the first place? Are you okay now?"

"Hey! You can't say that, Mr. Fu." Jing Yuan yawned heavily, "As for a solution? I have one."

He looked at the sun that had just appeared in the distance and felt that he could still sleep for a while, so he said it directly without any suspense.

"After a bit of trouble with the Medicine King Secret Sect, they have been a bit more quiet lately. Fu Qing should take this opportunity to rest for a while!"

"But……"

"Hey, don't be impatient!" Jing Yuan interrupted her directly. He had expected her temperament. She was very diligent in order to pull him down. Not to mention now, even if there was something going on at home during the New Year, she would come to work.

He leaned on the wooden table, supporting his head, and his eyes seemed to be able to see Fan Mu practicing sword in Taibusi in the distance through the door.

"You don't need to rest, but what about Fan Mu?"

"Let me ask you, Fu Qing! Apart from when you were a child, have you ever fulfilled your duties as a mother?"

"Have you ever taken even one day off to play with him?"

"This..." Fu Xuan was slightly stunned, then understood his intention.

"Do you want me to take a few days off to accompany Fan Mu?"

"There shouldn't be any need for this." She frowned. "Fan Mu is very smart. He..."

"Very clever, then?"

Jing Yuan tapped the table, making a dong dong sound.

"No matter how smart and precocious Fan Mu is, he is only a 7-year-old child, not even 8 years old!"

“Let me ask you…what do children of this age need most?”

"Not to mention that for some special reasons we have forbidden Fanmu from contacting other people of his age. He has no friends, and even his only relative goes out early and comes back late every day."

"He laughs often, but when have you ever seen him laugh just because he was playing?"

"Every time he smiles, it's simply because you and I are with him, that's all."

"Children have many and few thoughts, Fu Qing! Do you really think he doesn't care about his status at all?"

"You know...we never hid these from him."

"Take a rest for two days, Fu Qing. Spend more time with him and the children."