Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

The mountains and fields in the rain seem to have turned into a flowing painting, gorgeous and peaceful. The drizzle gently brushes the earth like a string, performing a song of praise for the mountains and fields.

Walking on the ground, stepping on the wild grass, the water on it soaked my trouser legs. The unique fragrance of the mountains and fields, nourished by the water, spread out and permeated the mountains.

Fanmu and Kafka came to the highest point of the mountain with an umbrella and looked into the distance. The fiery red sun was sinking into the top of the mountain, emitting the last afterglow.

The two did not rush to the train, but just watched quietly, and left reluctantly after the sun set.

Along the way, Kafka remained silent, but held Fan Mu's hand more and more tightly.

It was a dark night, silent and eerie. The wind outside was howling coldly, accompanied by the sound of rain, and from time to time one could hear the rustling of weeds in the wind.

Both of them walked very slowly on purpose. A tiny bit of light drifted in the wind in the darkness, pointing the way ahead for them. However, no matter how slowly they walked, the road would eventually come to an end.

"Kafka."

"exist."

"Can you please help me take care of Xing in the future?"

"it is good."

She didn't ask him why he did this, but just agreed.

"I divided the money into two parts. One is in the house, and the other is with grandma! There is a lot of money in it, don't be stingy!"

"it is good."

"If you feel tired at work, don't go to work..."

Fan Mu kept giving instructions, and Kafka agreed to everything he said.

"Okay, let's go back!"

Walking slowly to the front of the train and looking at the train that was ready to jump at any time, Fan Mu gently broke free from his hand and left the area covered by the umbrella.

Watching his receding figure, Kafka clenched her fists and took a step forward, "Big Brother."

"Ok?"

"Can you hug me one last time?"

She made a request instead of just swooping in.

"Okay." Fan Mu nodded with a smile and opened her arms, like a mother, waiting for her child's arms.

It's just a hug. It's not an excessive request. It's normal for relatives to hug each other when they say goodbye.

With permission, Kafka trotted over, dropped her umbrella, and threw herself into his arms.

It didn't take much force, Fan Mu stood there without moving at all.

The scents of various flowers intertwined together to form a unique smell that permeated the tip of the nose. It was a smell that belonged only to her.

Listening to the strong and powerful heartbeat beside her ear, Kafka's heartbeat slowly slowed down, slowly keeping up with its rhythm, and then the chaotic heartbeats slowly overlapped together, as if they were one.

Like the angel in the story, Kafka felt safe in his arms.

"Really? Just hug me, why throw away the umbrella?"

Fan Mu could clearly feel the strength of the person in his arms.

"Okay, that's enough. It's still raining! These are new clothes!"

He patted her back gently.

"Ah."

Kafka stopped hugging. The heavy rain had soaked her hair. Her purple hair fell vertically, and drops of rain slid down and dripped onto her face.

It looked like she was crying, but Fan Mu knew clearly that she wouldn't!

Looking at her messy hair, I subconsciously helped her to tidy it up, but no matter what I did, her hair always fell down and covered her eyes.

"Tsk!"

Fan Mu narrowed his eyes unhappily, thought for a moment, took off the sunglasses on his head, helped her with a hair accessory, and then put it on her head.

With her hair firmly fixed on her head by the sunglasses, her seductive face was revealed in the rain, and looked even more beautiful against the backdrop of the rain.

"Okay, let's go back!"

Fan Mu patted her shoulder gently and urged her to hurry up.

"Ah."

Kafka reached out and gently touched the sunglasses on her forehead. She didn't move her feet, but just looked at him quietly.

"Okay, I'll go first!"

Fan Mu waved his hand and walked towards the train. This time he was really leaving.

The moment he entered, the entire train was surrounded by colorful light, like a rainbow, rushing up to the sky at an extremely fast speed, disappearing into the clouds, and flying towards the brightest stars in the sky.

An unknown force permeated the sky, and the sky began to shatter like a mirror. Time seemed to stop at this moment and freeze at this moment. His figure appeared in the sky, flashed by, and then the broken mirror fell from the sky and merged into the earth.

A purple wretched figure behind a tree in the distance looked at the strange sight in the sky, with amazement flashing in his eyes, and muttered: "I didn't expect there would be an unexpected surprise, this is really interesting..."

"Memory" Fu Li, I didn't expect to attract Him here! "

Kafka stood there and watched, letting the rain hit her face, and she did not move even after the train had long disappeared.

The wind blew in gusts, and the drizzling rain began to slowly subside. Dark clouds covered the moon, and only a small amount of moonlight penetrated the clouds. For a long time, until midnight, the rain that had lasted for two days finally stopped.

She moved, looked around, and saw the umbrella blown away by the wind in the distance.

He walked slowly, picked up the umbrella, and was about to leave. He took a step, and the dark clouds dispersed. The moonlight shone on the mountains and fields. Beams of purple light rose from the ground, covering the silvery light of the moon and the mountains and fields.

Kafka paused, purple light flashed in his eyes, and at a glance, he saw dozens of purple crystal flowers blooming in front of him.

There are dozens of fireflies dancing in front of each flower, illuminating everything around them.

She walked to the nearest redbud flower and reached out to touch it, but a gust of wind blew from somewhere, and in an instant, dozens of purple crystals turned into tiny pieces like dandelions, floating in the wind and disappearing into the mountains.

The short-lived beauty only lasts for a few dozen seconds, and after six years of blooming, it disappears in an instant.

"Oh, what a pity." A familiar voice sounded not far away.

Kafka looked in the direction of the voice and tilted her head, not understanding why she was there. She called out in confusion, "Grandma?"

"Xiao Ka!" Fang Yi smiled kindly and walked towards her slowly.

"Did you see those dozens of redbud flowers blooming just now? It's really rare..."

"Grandma?"

"Oh, you want to know where this came from? This was planted by your older brother. He once asked me to collect a large amount of seeds. I thought I should give you a surprise, but I forgot about it afterwards."

"These flowers have been through wind and rain, and have not been carefully cared for. It is a miracle that they can still bloom in such large numbers after six years."

"It's a pity that it bloomed for only a short while before being blown away by the wind!"

"Big brother." Kafka murmured.

She turned her head to look at Fang Yi, then left on her own with an umbrella. She felt that this was not her grandma.