Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

In the cold winter, the streets were filled with a festive atmosphere, with people coming and going, and smiles on everyone's face. From time to time, there were rumbling sounds coming from outside the shops.

"Grandma, where is Big Brother?"

In the flower shop, a graceful young girl wearing a coat asked the old lady behind her who was teaching her how to arrange flowers.

"Is it still impossible to contact him through the phone?" Fang Yi paused.

"Ah."

"Oh, did you miss him?"

She didn't answer, but asked back, because she didn't know when Fan Mu would come back.

"It should be soon!"

"Ah."

It was rare that Fang Yi saw a strange look on Kafka's face. What kind of expression was that?

It was like she wanted to make a bitter face but her face was out of control, and she ended up making a weird expression that looked extremely inconsistent with her delicate little face.

"Grandma, the New Year is coming soon, Kafka misses her big brother!"

Her voice was a little low, her longest eyelashes trembled, and her head that was once held high lowered without her knowing when, and she put the flowers in her hand in the wrong place several times.

Seeing her like this, Fang Yi sighed inwardly. As the Spring Festival was approaching, the streets were bustling with activity and bright lights. Looking at the red lanterns hanging high outside and the word "Fu" pasted all over the streets and alleys, the whole city was filled with a light and joyful atmosphere.

She used her calloused hands to carefully take care of Kafka's purple hair.

"Xiao Ka, spend the New Year at grandma's house this year. If the young man comes back, he will definitely notify you as soon as possible!"

Kafka shook her head slightly to refuse, then tilted her head to look at her, "Grandma, I won't come tomorrow. I'll come back after the New Year!"

"...Okay." Fang Yi didn't say anything and agreed. She knew what Kafka was waiting for when she went back, and she also knew that she probably wouldn't be able to wait for it, but she had no position and no reason to persuade her.

The atmosphere in the store fell into silence for a moment, but was soon broken.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and there are a lot of people in the store, so business is good.

At night, unlike the past, the streets are full of people coming and going, the lights are decorated, and the streets are still full of laughter, as if their truly happy life has just begun.

The streets were no longer the usual yellow and white, but were filled with lights and wine, and the sounds of children playing mixed with the brilliant lights spread into the streets and alleys of the city.

"Fang Yi, I'm leaving first." Kafka came up to her and said goodbye.

"Go, go. If anything happens, remember to come find me, grandma!" Fang Yi waved at her with a smile.

"Um...Fang Yi?" Kafka walked to the door of the store and suddenly turned back, with thousands of lights shining behind her.

Fang Yi's eyesight was not very good and she could only see a blurry picture, and could only see Kafka's figure.

"What's wrong?" she asked with some confusion.

"It feels a bit uncomfortable here!" Kafka pointed at her chest and tilted her head. She seemed to want to show some expression on her face, but in the end she just showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

Would she look miserable? She would, but was she miserable? Was this miserable? Kafka didn't know.

She just felt a bitter taste in her mouth.

"Fang Yi, did Kafka do something wrong? Is big brother angry with Kafka?"

"How could that happen?" Fang Yi came to her, squatted down, gently stroked her head, and comforted her.

"You must remember that your big brother always loves you!"

"Yes!" Kafka nodded. "Big brother will always like Kafka, and Kafka will always like big brother, too."

It seemed like he was taking an oath, but also seemed like he was comforting himself.

"Okay, go!" Fang Yi gently helped her tidy up her clothes and brushed off the dirt and dust on her body.

Kafka left, and Fang Yi watched her back as she walked away. At the other end of the street was a family of five, talking and laughing, but they left behind an old man and a young girl.

Chirp! Chirp! Bang!

A series of sharp and long sounds were heard, and then turned into an explosion, not very loud. The sky was covered with colorful paint. A breeze blew, and it soon disappeared.

The street was crowded and bustling, and the mottled light made it difficult for Kafka to open her eyes. She just felt that everything was very noisy.

I returned home, opened the door and turned on the light, but there was no familiar figure in the bedroom or kitchen.

She turned off the lights again and sat in front of the window where Fan Mu usually liked to sit.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, noisy and tiny sounds came into her ears. She didn't like it but didn't leave.

The house was not dusty, but rather very clean, as if someone cleaned it regularly.

She came back once in August and the furniture in the house was covered with dust. Fan Mu had not come back at that time, and the same was true in October.

Then in November, December, and January, she went from coming back once a month to five times, and finally ten times, but she didn't see Fan Mu at home every time.

Before January was over, Kafka turned on her phone and clicked on the number at the top of her call list.

“Beep…beep…beep…”

The vibrations echoed in the house, but the call was never connected. It finally rang for a minute and then hung up.

Then came the second and third calls. After several calls went unanswered, she gave up.

"Why don't you answer the phone, big brother?" Kafka looked at the phone in her hand and murmured in the room with a hint of doubt.

She clicked on his account again and sent him a message.

Kafka: "Big brother, when will you come back?"

Still no response, like a stone sinking into the sea.

Looking up, there are dozens of messages like this.

Time seems to pass slowly, yet also seems to pass quickly.

Countless lights were flickering, colorful lights flashed across her face through the glass, and pedestrians walked one after another on the street.

She sat by the window, watching the fireworks blooming in the sky. She felt as if these people would never stop coming. Groups of people came and went, but each one looked different.

When everyone had left, I looked at the time and suddenly realized that it was already two o'clock in the morning.

Kafka stood up. Her elder brother didn't come back today either.

She returned to her room and tossed and turned but couldn't fall asleep. The twinkling stars outside the window shone in her eyes.

Did Kafka make Big Brother angry? Why did Big Brother ignore me?

Finally she came to Fan Mu's room, which was also spotless. She lay on his bed, feeling a warmth covering her whole body.

How to describe this feeling? It's like returning to her mother's arms. Although she doesn't remember her mother, it feels like this, like hugging the sun.

She then pulled up the bed curtains again, buried her head in the pillow, and soon fell into a deep sleep. The next day, the light of the sun goddess shone on her, and she was awakened by a crackling sound.