Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

Siberia.

It snows here all year round, and the snow is heavy, and the temperature basically remains at around minus twenty degrees Celsius.

It was a dark night like any other, with snow falling all over the sky. The few residents living here had long been accustomed to this and had locked the doors and windows early, and turned on the fireplace to warm themselves.

The yellow light seemed extremely warm on the white land, but Siberia was very large, and the flying snow completely blocked the light, preventing it from leaking out at all.

"call."

Susu!

On this cold and lonely night, the sound of footsteps on the snow could be heard, and then buried by the wind and snow.

A little boy wrapped his thin clothes with his already stiff arms and walked forward step by step with difficulty with a dizzy head. It seemed that he used up all his strength with every step.

No one would have thought that on such a cold day, there would be a child in the snow, a little kid who looked only seven or eight years old.

There was a howling wind in my ears, and the sky above me was covered in white snow. With every step I took, half of my body would sink into the snow. Fine snow poured in through the tiny gap in my collar, as if I had fallen into a cold ice cave.

Fan Mu didn't know how long he had been walking, but he no longer felt cold. Not long ago, he suddenly felt very hot, but that state did not last long, and his body temperature began to slowly drop.

He knew what that feeling was, it was the brain making its last ditch effort.

Is he going to die?

At this moment, his mind regained some clarity.

He looked at the road ahead, not sure if it was because the night was too dark, he couldn't see anything clearly.

He had just arrived here and thought he could live a good life here.

He complained in his heart, which sounded like self-deprecation and sadness, but his face showed no emotion at all. His face had long been stiff and his body no longer had the strength to put on an expression.

After taking two more steps, Fan Mu slowly opened his eyes in a daze and looked forward. He had just fallen asleep, but he was no longer aware of it. The desire to survive in his heart only made him numbly raise his feet and want to move forward.

He only felt his eyelids becoming heavier and heavier. He did not struggle. He did not have the strength to keep his eyelids open. He closed his eyes and fell to the snow, as if he could not feel the coldness under his body. He did not move at all, as if he had fallen asleep because he was too sleepy.

Swish...swish...

Not long after he fell to the ground, a bearded man with empty eyes happened to pass by here. Even in the dark, even though he looked like he had lost his soul, he was still keenly aware of Fan Mu who had already merged with the wind and snow beside him.

The empty eyes flickered twice, and then returned to their original state.

…………

In the snow, a small wooden house was dimly lit.

Crack! Crack!

A tiny explosion sounded in his ears, accompanied by a hint of warmth. Fan Mu's eyelids trembled twice, and he slowly opened his eyes, looking at the unfamiliar ceiling in confusion.

It took him a while to realize that he was rescued. He wanted to get up, but he couldn't feel his body. Looking down, he saw a thick quilt wrapped tightly around him, as if only his head was left.

He could feel the heat coming from not far away; it was the fireplace, which was warm.

Lying there quietly, his consciousness gradually became clear, his body slowly regained consciousness, and he could already feel the discomfort.

Fan Mu licked his cracked lips, but it was of no use. His lips were still cracked and his tongue no longer secreted saliva.

It felt like an invisible flame was burning in his throat. Perhaps he had not yet fully regained consciousness. It didn't hurt, but it was a bit uncomfortable. He subconsciously wanted to swallow, but every time he swallowed, he felt like he was swallowing a needle.

Squeak.

A teeth-grinding sound echoed in the room. He was very familiar with this sound. It was the sound that only a wooden door that had fallen into disrepair would make.

Twisting his head with difficulty, he looked in the direction where the sound came from. The scene inside the house appeared in his eyes, but he was not paying attention to it now. He looked at the little white ball who was carefully closing the door and holding a burnt bread in his mouth.

"Ah! Are you awake?"

The girl noticed his gaze sharply, cried out in surprise, and trotted over.

"Come on, bread, you must be very hungry, right?"

The girl took out the small piece of bread in her mouth and put it next to his mouth, with a silly smile on her face, and it was unclear whether she was happy that he had woken up.

"Thanks..."

Fan Mu spoke with difficulty, and with every word he spoke he felt as if his throat was about to bleed.

"...water."

He opened his mouth and murmured, his voice much softer than before.

"Hmm?" The girl blinked her big round eyes, climbed onto the bed, and put her head close to his mouth, "What did you say?"

"...water."

This time the sound was much quieter than before. Fortunately, the girl was right next to him, otherwise she really wouldn't have heard it?

"water?"

The girl looked around, her eyes suddenly lit up, she stuffed the bread in her hand into his mouth, jumped off the bed, walked to the table, picked up the kettle that was almost as tall as herself, and began to pour water into the cup.

It doesn't look strenuous, just a little awkward.

"The water is here!" The girl climbed onto the bed again with the cup of water, pulled the bread out of Fan Mu's mouth, stuffed it into her own mouth, making unclear sounds.

"woo woo woo woo..."

She carefully fed Fan Mu some water, and although more than half of it spilled on his face, at least he drank it.

After drinking half a bottle, Fan Mu felt a little better, but still felt very uncomfortable.

"I still need to..."

"Ah? Oh oh!"

After drinking five more glasses of water, Fan Mu finally felt recovered.

"Thank you." He thanked again.

"You're welcome!"

The girl smiled naively, scratched her messy white hair, and looked at Fan Mu.

Fanmu: "..."

girl:"……"

Fanmu: "..."

girl:"……"

After looking at each other for a long while, seeing that the girl was still staring at him intently, Fan Mu couldn't help but speak.

"Excuse me, where am I? And where is your master?"

His voice was still weak, but much smoother.

"Here...this is where I live!"

"My father?" When she said this, a moment of sadness flashed across the girl's eyes. She shook her head and returned to her previous state, with clear eyes and a childlike light shining in them.

"My dad should be drinking!"

"Drink..." Fan Mu thought for a moment and gave up the idea of ​​asking now. He looked through the girl to the window behind her, which was dark.

I'd better ask again tomorrow.

"Oh, that's right!" the girl said happily, "I haven't asked you your name yet!"

"My name is Fan Mu, what's yours?" Fan Mu answered softly, asking subconsciously.

"I..." Upon hearing this question, the girl's eyes flashed with helplessness, and she lowered her head, no longer looking as lively as before.

After a long silence, he said softly with loss, like a puppy that no one wants.

"I...I don't have a name."