Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

This world is fake. This is the answer Fu Xuan seeks from Boshizun.

It means that as long as this world disappears and she returns to the real world, she can see the living Fan Mu and make up for her previous mistakes. There will be a chance to start all over again!

But when will this world disappear?

The answer Fu Xuan was looking for was to dissipate naturally!

She didn't quite understand what this sentence meant, but, as long as he died of natural causes, it would be fine, right?

Fu Xuan tapped his head lightly, his fingers subconsciously pressing the Dharma Eye on his forehead. Returning to the real world, would he retain his memories of this place?

She wasn't sure and didn't plan to gamble, so she planned to keep a backup plan. She must take this memory out and find Fan Mu in reality, definitely!

There was an unprecedented seriousness in her eyes, her pupils emitting a faint pink light. She ignored the pain in her forehead and continued to do her own thing.

Sweat began to flow from his temples because of the pain. He clenched his teeth. The hands that were pressing on the Dharma Eye were trembling, but he did not loosen his hands. Gradually, not just the temples, but all parts of the body were sweating because of the pain and fatigue.

After a long while, she let out a sigh, lay down tiredly on the sofa, slowly closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

the next day.

Today is a special day, but it has little to do with her.

Fu Xuan came to a freezer in Dandingsi, stood in front of a long strip of ice, and talked about things in a rambling manner, talking about some boring and tedious things, complaining, but he had a faint smile on his face while he spoke.

Maybe she found it interesting to talk to the ice cubes, or maybe the topic she was talking about was really interesting, and she even started laughing while talking.

The people who were peeking at the door got goose bumps all over their bodies, their tails stood up, and their hair stood on end.

"Master..., why... why are you talking to a corpse?" One of them swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly, and his heart seemed to be about to jump out.

Fortunately, it was daytime and there were a few people nearby to give them courage. If it had been another time, such as night, they would have turned around and ran away immediately!

"I don't know, maybe he's possessed?"

The others also swallowed their saliva, not understanding why the Master Taibu, whom they usually admired, had become like this?

"I heard a rumor a long time ago that Master Fu Xuan seemed to have a child... I don't know if it is true..."

One of them spoke cautiously, but was interrupted by another person before he could finish his words.

His face changed drastically and he said, "Are you crazy? How dare you talk about such a thing?"

"Forget it. For some things, the less you know, the better. Let's go to the square early. I heard something big is going to happen today!"

One of them backed out and said, the others looked at each other, nodded in agreement, and left, leaving the space for Fu Xuan and an ice cube!

The edge of the square was already crowded with a huge crowd of people, and standing on the square was a dashing figure.

It’s Jingyuan!

The whole person is no longer lazy as before, but becomes dignified and solemn!

Behind him stood thousands of wounded men wearing tattered armor and white cloth hanging on their bodies. Each of them had suffered varying degrees of injuries, but they still insisted on standing here!

Simply because they have something to say!

This is a commendation meeting as well as a memorial meeting, and this meeting is held on the last day of the new year!

……

Fu Xuan sat at home alone and did not choose to go to the conference!

"All my limbs are intact... Good luck... Haha, I didn't expect this to be the method!"

Fu Xuan's eyes were blurry and his face was very red. He was lying weakly on the table. Next to him was a half-open bottle of wine, and he reeked of alcohol.

She turned her head with great effort to look out the window. In her drowsy brain, she could still hear the muffled groaning sound caused by the explosion of firecrackers.

"New Year... People say that New Year is a time for family reunion and eating dumplings, why is it at this time!"

The more I thought about her, the more uncomfortable I felt.

"Ha ha!"

Finally, she laughed at herself twice and took another big gulp of wine. She felt that the days were so long, so long..., but the past 100 years had passed very quickly.

In the blink of an eye, Fanmu has grown so big...

She blinked, and seemed to still vaguely see the figure in front of her, requiring her to tilt her head back to see it.

But when she raised her head, she could only see the glaring light. She rubbed her eyes gently, and her palms were a little wet, feeling cold even without the wind.

"Ice attribute "abundance"? I didn't expect that I would have to rely on its power for the last time I saw you..."

Her mind became dizzy. Although she could force the alcohol out by force, there was no need. Sometimes getting drunk was a very comfortable thing.

She quietly returned to her room and lay on the bed. Before she lost consciousness, she looked at the flower bud that she had carefully kept on the bedside table. She seemed to see the flower bud gradually blooming, and then she lost consciousness.

I slept for a long time, but it was not a sound sleep. My dream was filled with scenes of Fan Mu struggling for survival in the flames with blood all over his face.

"Fu Xuan...Sister, why?"

Fan Mu asked his last question before he died.

She opened her eyes suddenly in shock and sat up. Sweat was already pouring out of her forehead and her hair was stuck to her face. There was a trance in her eyes, and then she felt lonely and relieved in her heart.

She got up from the bed and washed up briefly, intending to take another nap. However, when she reached the bed, she froze, staring blankly at the blooming roses on the bedside table.

The flower is exceptionally eye-catching, without any flaws, it is a natural work of art. This is the last gift Fan Mu gave him...

She came to the rose, stretched out her little hand and gently stroked the blooming flower in front of her, her eyes showing longing, and she was reluctant to put even a little more strength in her hand...

Suddenly a piece of paper fell from the rose bushes. Fu Xuan opened the paper and saw a familiar handwriting.

[I hope to hear your answer before the rose withers, but I think you will need to think for a long time, so I planted a four-season rose...]

It was just a simple sentence, but it was filled with Fan Mu's love for her, filled with a young boy's sincere love. Maybe the boy was not sensible at that time, but this love was real.

"What a fool..."

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Well, I have no inspiration and can't finish it. The main reason is that the ending deviated from the outline. I originally planned to write two more chapters after his death, but I got stupid and wrote so much that I can't finish it.

I estimate that I can only write two more simulation characters at most and then I can’t go on. No matter how much I write, the limited talent is always the same routine.

There are too many irrelevant things written, and in fact many places can be deleted.

And judging from the current data, there is actually no need to write this book.

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Now I'm in school, and it's so tiring to finish two chapters every night. I've turned down all the invitations to play with friends in my dorm (′ . .? . `)

I play games until 10 o'clock every day, then start writing novels until around 1 o'clock, then go to bed and get up at 7 o'clock in the morning. This is pretty much my schedule.