Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

"Hey, Master Taibu, what else do you want?"

Fan Mu sighed lightly and pulled back his hand imperceptibly.

Fu Xuan pursed her pale pink lips, looking at the disappointment and determination in his eyes, feeling despair in her heart.

Is it really... irreversible?

No, that's not right...

"Didn't you say you liked me? Now I'm giving you this chance. As long as you don't leave, as long as you promise to stay with me, I can give it to you!"

"Including the conditions I offered before, everything is yours. You can go find a lady, and you can ask for it anytime, anywhere!"

In a hurry, she said everything.

Listening to her words, Fan Mu felt even more disappointed.

If the conditions offered were not bad, on the contrary, they were very good, extremely good, but these were never what he needed.

Next to the stone pier, under the street light, stood two figures. They were extremely conspicuous in this darkness, on this street, like a quarreling young couple, or like a daughter pestering her father to buy her a toy.

People all love to eat melons, but now when pedestrians pass by this area, they don’t even look at it, as if they don’t see anything and there is nothing here.

"I love you? I'm just a little brat who knows nothing. I'm just a young idiot who misunderstood the meaning of love."

"There is no such thing as I love you."

Fan Mu's ruthless words shattered the last bit of hope in her heart without hesitation.

"I don't believe it! We've lived together for so many years, I don't believe you don't have any feelings for me at all!"

Fu Xuan was actually not sure in her heart, but under the current circumstances she had to face this situation, because only in this way could she have a chance to keep Fan Mu.

"Feeling..."

Fan Mu looked at her, looking her in the eye for the first time. Her hair was a little messy, her eyes were slightly red, and there was pleading in her eyes. His eyes were a little dazed. Having lived together for 18 years, he knew Fu Xuan's personality best.

It can be said that he is extremely arrogant, but he does things with delicacy and caution.

As Taibu Si Taibu, her life was determined from the beginning. She was born noble and had a smooth career. When had she ever shown such an expression? When had she ever needed to kowtow and beg others?

This was something he had never thought of, not even in the 18 years they had lived together. He didn't dare to think of it, it was unimaginable. He didn't expect it to happen to him now.

"Do you know?" Fan Mu murmured, his voice very soft, like the wind brushing past Fu Xuan's ears, as if he was talking to her, or as if he was talking to himself.

"I told you I love you, not because I have to be with you, but because I hope that when you feel discouraged in the future, you will remember that someone loved you and walked this path with you. I will become the road you pass by, and from now on, there will be no return."

"This was my inner thoughts when I was in love, and when I was on the verge of death."

Fan Mu's voice became rare and gentle. He kept his last tenderness for Fu Xuan at this moment. After returning this time, he would no longer have any feelings for Fu Xuan.

Fu Xuan's eyes trembled when he heard his words, and finally he staggered back two steps weakly and sat down on the stone pier, almost falling to the ground. Tears flowed uncontrollably and his expression was sad.

She knew that no matter what she said or what promises she made, she would not be able to keep Fan Mu. The family ties and feelings between them had... come to an end.

Fan Mu gave her one last deep look, raised his foot, turned around, and walked away slowly without any reluctance.

It was cool tonight, but not too cold, and some unshy people even went out for a walk shirtless.

Fu Xuan sat where Fan Mu had just sat. She was protected by the power of destiny. Logically, she should not feel the cold, but at this moment, she felt like she had fallen into an ice cellar or was soaked in ice water, with her hands and feet cold.

so cold...

Why did it come to this between them?

She couldn't quite figure it out. She had some vague ideas in her mind, but she couldn't grasp them.

Is it just because the things in that memory did not happen?

But... everything is obviously true. She is really Fan Mu's mother, and Fan Mu is really his child. They are relatives who have lived together for more than ten years.

Or is it because of her decision that Fan Mu died, so Fan Mu still blames her until now?

Or...actually...that memory is not good for Fan Mu, and can even be said to be terrible?

why?

She admitted that she didn't do well enough, but it was impossible that everything was wrong. It was impossible that there were only bad memories between them. Is it really true that they didn't have even a single good memory?

While she was daydreaming and feeling frustrated, Fan Mu, who had not walked far, suddenly stopped and turned his head slightly.

Half of his body was reflected in the darkness, and the dazzling white light illuminated half of his profile.

"correct."

The voice was very soft, but Fu Xuan heard it clearly. Looking at Fan Mu who stopped under the street light, a glimmer of hope rekindled in his heart.

“That stinky tofu… is delicious.”

After saying this, Fan Mu turned around and left without any reluctance, without even saying another word. His figure disappeared into the darkness and disappeared from her eyes.

Is stinky tofu delicious?

Why do you suddenly say this?

Fu Xuan couldn't understand. Fan Mu's departure without any regrets shattered the last bit of fantasy in her heart. At this moment, her mind was like a mess and she couldn't understand anything...

………………

Taipus.

She didn't know how or when she got back.

Lying on the bed, with the lights off and wearing pajamas, Fu Xuan stared at the dim ceiling with lifeless eyes. The only source of light in the room came from the stars outside the window. There was no moon tonight as dark clouds blocked the moonlight.

The place where she lived was not big, but very quiet. There were no residential houses nearby. It was empty, with only the sound of the wind.

In the past, she didn't care at all and was used to it, but now she felt so lonely and quiet. For some reason, she wanted to add some sound to this empty room.

He walked to the bedside table in the room in the dark, took out a stack of records from the bottom basket, found a long-abandoned record player in the corner, blew away the dust on it gently, and placed it on the table.

As the record was put in, a melodious, light and childish music gradually filled the room.

Perhaps due to years of disrepair, the record player was somewhat damaged and the sound was not loud, but it could be heard very clearly in the quiet night.

As the voice sounded in the quiet room, Fu Xuan's lifeless eyes finally showed a ripple. Standing quietly in front of the record player, her heart was finally comforted a little. Perhaps she couldn't help it, or perhaps it was subconscious, she gradually hummed along with the melody of the music.

She remembered the name of the song.

It seems to be called something...time?

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Oh my god, now I remember I still have Kafka to write, it's killing me (?w? )

I was planning to quickly end these few realities and move on to simulation, ah!!!!!!