Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

The sky was just getting light, the sun had not yet risen, and the night was receding, leaving behind a pale blue world.

"I told you that you would definitely join us, meow."

Kafka looked at the black cat licking its paws on the balcony and said after a moment's silence.

"I can join other people's forces."

She knows her own specialness, and she believes that as long as she reveals her abilities, there will be many forces welcoming her to join.

"You won't." The black cat's voice was lazy, but full of confidence. He didn't take her words seriously at all. "Join us. We know where the Star Train is. We also know where the person you are looking for is."

"And we have a way to help you solve your problem!"

As it finished speaking, Kafka's pupils shrank slightly.

"listen to me..."

"Stop, your ability doesn't work on me." The black cat still looked lazy. "Let's go tonight and get ready early. Oh, and remember to bring the child with you. She will also be one of us."

After saying that, he turned and left without leaving any address, time or anything else, leaving behind Kafka in deep thought and a syringe on the balcony.

a long time.

When the first ray of morning sunlight shone into the house and into her eyes, Fan Mu's figure appeared again. He stretched out his hand and made a gesture forward, but passed through the shadow.

Kafka finally made up her mind, opened the window and picked up the needle.

As the needle was injected, countless memories came to my mind, about separation, about reunion, but more often about the times when I was alone in the empty house.

The last scene in her mind froze on that night. She felt a foul odor at the tip of her nose, and rain mixed with breeze hit her body. The dazzling light tore through the darkness around her. That was the night when Fan Mu opened the garbage lid.

"Mother?"

A doubtful voice sounded from behind.

Kafka looked back and saw that Xing had stood behind her without her noticing, with his hands stretched out towards her.

Kafka squatted down, thinking she was going to hug him, but just as she held him in her arms, she felt a soft touch rubbing against her face, and then she felt a slight chill.

"Mom, don't cry, Xing is here!"

She froze in place as she heard the comforting words. She used one hand to gently stroke her cheek, which felt wet and cool.

Did she cry?

Will she cry?

As if she couldn't believe it, she wiped the side of her face over and over again, faster and faster, wiping it with her hand, the back of her hand, and her sleeve, but she couldn't wipe it clean.

Tears broke the dam, flowing continuously and endlessly.

The originally dry soul was baptized by tears and regained its vitality. The originally numb heart suddenly nourished a lot of things, as if they had always been there. Was it emotion?

Kafka didn't know, she felt like something was missing, like a thin film was blocking the door tightly and she couldn't vent.

She could only sense that behind that door was something very important to him.

"Xing, can we go find big brother?" she asked softly, with a doting tenderness in her voice.

"Okay!" Xing shouted loudly, and at the same time, he hugged her tightly with both hands, rubbing against her in his arms and acting coquettishly.

Kafka gently stroked her head, with countless tenderness and longing in her eyes.

She whispered: "Big brother..."

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In the evening, on the back mountain.

As the last rays of sunset fell, Kafka held Xing's hand but the black cat did not come.

"Mom, when are we going to find Daddy?" Xing asked, gently pulling her hand.

"Wait a moment." Kafka replied.

At this moment she could understand all the emotions, could express all the emotions, but she couldn't express them, which was strange.

Emotions are such strange things.

Another system time has passed.

The sky had completely darkened. The sky was pitch black and not a single star could be seen. Only the moon was shining with a faint silver light.

"Mother?"

Xing is not an impatient person.

"what happened?"

"Look! There's a beautiful flower over there!"

The star pointed to a place not far from them where purple light was flickering in the grass.

"Mom, I want to go and take a look, can I?" Xing asked.

In response, Kafka just smiled at her gently, "Of course, let's go!"

The two walked over and saw a flower bud like amethyst in front of them, crystal clear and about to bloom.

"Mom, look, the flowers are about to bloom!" Xing shouted excitedly, pointing at the flower buds.

"Yes, I see it." Kafka looked at the familiar flower with a complicated light in her eyes.

The flowers are picturesque and colorful, and each petal looks like a carefully crafted work of art.

"Mom, look!" Xing's cry brought her back to her senses.

Looking back, countless purple lights shone on her face, fireflies danced, moonlight sprinkled, and everything around was illuminated in purple.

Six years later, the redbud flowers bloomed all over the mountains.

Hundreds and thousands of redbud flowers surrounded them tightly. At this moment, she seemed to be in a sea of ​​flowers.

It stands to reason that it is impossible for wild Bauhinia flowers to bloom without careful supervision, let alone to bloom in large numbers like this, but such a miracle did happen.

Endless longing and joy surged in her heart, even though she didn't know why she suddenly had such a feeling.

"Meow, we've seen the flowers, it's time for us to go, meow!"

A cat's meow was heard in the bushes, and then a cat appeared in front of them.

The black cat glanced at them, walked in front, took two steps, turned back and said: "Let's go!"

"Ah."

Kafka nodded, took one last look at the sea of ​​flowers, and followed, holding Xing's hand.

After they left, a tiny machine in the grass glowed red, and then a blue shadow emerged.

The figure looked around, looked at the direction they left, and finally looked at the sea of ​​flowers around him. He stretched hard, and a slight arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Just as he thought at the beginning, he couldn't be wrong.

"Everything is finally almost over. This is the last step left. The rest can be left to time."

"I hope this little girl can cheer up!"

"However, I didn't expect to see so many redbud flowers blooming at the same time here. But since "He" has cast his gaze on them, it is only natural."

"Next, it's time to find new fun. Where should we go?..."

In the grass, the blue virtual object flashed twice and disappeared.

A gust of wind blew, and all the redbud flowers shattered at this moment, turning into purple dandelions and buried back in the ground.

It's as if nothing just happened here.

Bauhinia: The growth period is 6 years. A blooming Bauhinia will spread dozens of seeds, making it difficult to grow.

Growth conditions: It can only grow if planted with various emotions of happiness, pain, or longing.