Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

In this quiet night, Fan Mu faced the empty room alone, feeling deeply lonely. In front of him were cold food and a dimly glowing screen on the wooden table.

The moonlight is like water spreading all over the earth. The lonely heart is looking for support at night, savoring the taste of loneliness alone.

Kafka: "Big brother, I'm not going home tonight. I'm staying at grandma's place."

The words were simple and there was nothing hurtful, but they made him feel as if he had fallen into endless darkness. The dark, cold sea water drowned him. He dared not breathe. As soon as he opened his mouth, the surging sea water would violently pour into his mouth and nose.

The person with the closest relationship... since when has he ceased to be Kafka's closest relative?

"Huh! Don't think too much, don't think too much, maybe it was just an accident today!" Fan Mu slapped his cheek hard, and the slapping sound was heard in the dark room.

But was it really just an accident? Perhaps he already had the answer in his mind, but was just deceiving himself.

He dragged his tired body to put the food on the table and returned to his room. It was still early in the evening, but he felt that it was already late at night. The surroundings were extremely silent. It seemed that the endless darkness would reach out with tentacles to entangle him at any time, just like the snowy night when he was abandoned in Siberia, isolated and helpless.

"Let's see again, let's see again." He still had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Is it uncomfortable? Maybe, but it’s mostly reluctance.

The next day, early in the morning before dawn, Fan Mu arrived at the door of the flower shop.

Looking at the flower shop with its door closed, he didn't do anything. He just sat far away and watched quietly.

Soon, the sky gradually brightened. Only a few stars were left shining in the light blue sky. The ground was filled with mist and became hazy, as if covered with white silver gauze.

There are gradually more and more pedestrians on the street, and many breakfast shops around have put up their door curtains.

As time passed, the streets became noisy, no longer as quiet as before, with car horns everywhere, and it was getting late.

'crunch'

There was a sound of old axle wheels rubbing against each other, and the iron curtain at the door of the flower shop slowly rose. Under the iron curtain, there was a pair of white little hands. It was Kafka. She was the one who opened the door of the flower shop today.

Seeing this, Fan Mu did not rush over and still sat in the original place.

The flower shop's business is actually average, but fortunately there is no other one nearby.

It was noon, when the sun was at its hottest. Even though he was not facing the sun directly, Fan Mu still felt it was a bit dazzling and kept rubbing his eyes. It was not until he put on sunglasses that he felt better.

"Kafka?" He called softly as he walked into the flower shop, attracting the attention of the girl standing in front of the counter.

"Big brother." She greeted him and tilted her head, as if she was puzzled by his arrival.

"Do you want to go out and play together?" Fan Mu had a happy smile on his face, and he looked like he was inviting his friends to go out and play.

"No, I still have to help grandma run the store." Without hesitation, Kafka rejected his invitation, "Big brother, just focus on your own work!"

She said this, looked at him, thought about the reason for his coming, and then continued, "Brother, don't worry about Kafka. Grandma is here, Kafka will be fine!"

Perhaps to reassure him, or perhaps it was just the truth, she spoke with certainty, as if this old lady was a very powerful person!

There were no other customers in the store at this time.

"Is that so..." Fan Mu stood there in silence for a while, and finally walked to the door. In front of him was the scorching sun and burning air.

"Are you really not going to take a look around?" Just before leaving, he turned back and asked one last question, but the answer he got was still in the affirmative.

"Ah."

Kafka watched him go away until he disappeared from her sight.

"Did Xiaoka have any guests just now?" Fang Yi walked out from the back door.

"No." Kafka replied that the older brother was not here to buy anything, so he was not considered a customer.

"Is that so?" Fang Yi looked at Kafka who was standing obediently in front of the counter, and a loving smile unconsciously appeared on her face. The more she looked at her, the more satisfied she felt.

"Oh, Xiaoka, I wish you were my granddaughter!" She said jokingly with a smile, but also seemed to be testing, because she knew she was an orphan.

Kafka didn't reply this time. She didn't know what to say now. Should she refuse? Would it be too hurtful to say it directly?

At the corner of the door, through the wall, Fan Mu heard the conversation between the two without saying a word.

It seems...he is really not Kafka's closest relative, so...it's good.

He smiled bitterly, without any pain or anger.

All of this was expected and was developing as expected. He should have laughed, but he couldn't.

"Oh." Fan Mu shrugged pretending to be nonchalant, not knowing who he was doing it for.

"gone back."

He said to himself.

When he got home, the house was quiet. He lay in front of the window, gently stroked the green plant and watered it.

Time is like the sand in an hourglass, flowing away bit by bit, impossible to catch. It seems very slow, but when you come to your senses, you realize that only the last tiny tip is left.

It was evening, and as usual, Fan Mu had already cut the vegetables so they could be put into the pot at any time.

Kafka: "Big brother, I'm not coming back today. I'm staying at grandma's house!"

When seeing this message, Fan Mu's heart skipped a beat. Was she going to spend two consecutive nights away from home?

The effect of the strange object is really strong! He could only sigh like this.

Fan Mu: "Then I'll bring you some food."

Almost instantly, the other party replied the next second after he sent the message.

Kafka: "No, grandma made two."

Fan Mu: "Okay, go to bed early."

Kafka: “Yeah.”

The conversation between the two ended just like that. He threw his phone aside. The screen was still glowing slightly. At a glance, the conversation was very simple, mostly just words like "um", "oh", "got it", "big brother", "Kafka".

Grandma made two...

It seemed that he had had a similar experience before. Fang Yi invited them to stay for dinner, but he hugged Kafka and smiled as he refused the kindness.

The effect of the candy is a little too good, and he even tastes a bit jealous of the good ones.

Sitting on the stool, he looked at the cut meat and vegetables in the kitchen, then stood up and put them in the refrigerator. The weather was hot, and if they were left outside for a long time, they would soon become smelly.