Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

"Natasha, please help me and tell everyone that it was Big Brother who did this!"

"not me!"

Xier found Natasha, grabbed her shoulders tightly with both hands, and asked her to come out and help.

"Big brother did a lot of wrong things before and killed a lot of people. Now big brother has saved the world. We can't do this to him."

"Calm down, Xi'er!"

Natasha looked at her with complicated eyes, and spoke after hesitating for a moment.

“We did this.”

Hearing this answer, Xier was stunned, opened her eyes wide, and asked back subconsciously.

"why?"

"Your elder brother has already planned everything!" Natasha took a deep breath, "You should have remembered what I told you before, right?"

"I told you earlier that your big brother was doing a mission in the upper district."

"Now you know his true identity." Natasha handed her a newspaper, which was full of praises of her glorious deeds.

"Former Ranger Leader, since he has been in the lower district all this time, why is he unwilling to get together with you?"

Xier tightly grasped the newspaper in her hand. The noise around her ears disappeared at this moment, and all the doubts in her heart were dispelled at this moment.

"Because the elder brother wants others to forget him,"

"But...why?"

"Because he wants to make you into a hero, a hero who saves the world!"

Natasha looked at the people in the city who were reuniting with their families and saw happy, relaxed smiles on their faces.

"In fact, many people don't care whether you are a savior or not. What they care about is that you saved their family. Saving the world is just a great achievement on your resume!"

"So, those people died because of me?"

Xier clenched her fists. She still couldn't forget the tragic appearance of those corpses.

"Because my big brother wanted me to be a hero, he killed so many people in the past few years."

"Yes and no, if they are really human."

Natasha took out a piece of paper from her bosom.

"This is what we just investigated!"

"Over the years, a total of 85 people have died at his hands, but without exception, we have not been able to find their identities in the upper and lower districts. It's like they appeared out of thin air!"

"So, big brother has never done anything wrong?"

"Then why did he do that? I don't want to be a hero at all! I just want to be with him forever!"

Xier became extremely emotional. She never cared about these things, but Fanmu paid with his life for it.

"I don't know!" Natasha shook her head, but she still comforted him with a firm voice, "I think he must have a reason to do this!"

"Actually...you shouldn't know these things in the original script!" Natasha said hesitantly, but things had come to this point and could no longer be concealed.

"In the original script, he should have died in a fight with the upper class, so that you can accept the title of savior with peace of mind!"

After that, she said no more. She had said everything she could say. She had said enough, and now she needed to give Xier some time to digest it.

…………

Xier didn't know how she got back to the lower area. When she came to her senses, she was already lying on the bed.

Lying in the darkness, she turned her head and looked at the ray of light shining in from the gap in the curtains, and saw the flowers under the light. That was her favorite place to sleep before.

After looking for a long time, she seemed to react. She slowly got out of bed, walked to the door and closed the small gap in the curtain.

This was the first time in six years that the curtains were completely closed, and there was no light in the room.

She walked slowly in the dim light, easily passing by each piece of furniture. This was her home, and she was very familiar with every detail of it.

She passed by the table, paused, and sat down.

In the center of the table were two bouquets of flowers, Rainbow and... First Snow Eight Falls.

She only knew these two kinds of flowers, and these were the ones they gave to each other at the beginning.

Xier stretched out her hand and gently stroked the snow-white flowers of Chuxuebalu. The flowers were wrinkled and had begun to wither, both of them.

She stayed in the house for a long time, only going out once for dinner, but she didn't like going out anymore.

Every time she goes out, many strangers come to thank her and give her gifts, which she doesn't like.

Every time she went out, she would hear old people or children discussing her deeds. Every time she tried to explain, the result was a…

"Sister Xi'er's brother? Never met him? What's his name?"

"Hey, I've never seen Xi'er act with others. Our great hero, don't be so modest!"

"..."

She hated hearing these words, she...hated the lower class area without big brothers!

After an unknown amount of time, people gradually stopped mentioning her, and suddenly realized that they had not seen the great hero for a long time. When those who visited her went to look for her, they only saw an empty wooden house.

at the same time.

Upper area.

At the top of a mountain, a small wooden house suddenly appeared!

One morning.

The sun had just risen, and a figure walked out of the wooden house facing the morning sun. His blue hair fell to his waist, and a refreshing breeze blew, moving the green grass.

She stood on the cliff, looking at the mountains in the distance and the sun that was just rising.

"So... the sun isn't that bright after all. It's not even as bright as my big brother."

She looked at a young bud on the cliff. It was light purple and a little yellow, and looked like it would wither at any time, but it was still tenaciously alive.

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There is too much nonsense in the beginning. For the sake of progress, I deleted many ideas, such as when Fanmu was in a food crisis, he cut off his own flesh to feed Xier.

Seele made a close friend in Bronya. Fan Mu knew that she had her own life and he would not be the most important person in her life in the future.

Fan Mu did good things and enjoyed people's praise, which was noticed by Xier. After his death, Xier told his story everywhere in Beloberg, fearing that others would forget him.

This final farewell, a better idea suddenly popped up in my mind, but I am too lazy to rewrite it and can't bear to delete it (′ . .? . `)

For example, when he was about to die, Xier felt that he had killed so many people and should die quickly, but the nostalgia in his eyes could not be faked.

We should also conceal the fact that the corpse is not real, so that Xier will feel that his death is good and he lives in misunderstanding while feeling heartbroken.

Well, two more things.

If you encounter typos or grammatical errors, please tag me, thank you (bow)

If you want to reply, please tag me. After all, I can’t read all the comments from beginning to end (*′I`*).

It was okay at the beginning because the number of words was small, but later on, it became too much and it became really difficult to translate.