[You took a long vacation and were bored at Asano's house. As always, you often pull back the curtains in your living room and lie on the soft sofa to feel the warmth and dizziness of the sun. 】

[You read the music theory book and practice the instrument.] Fingers turn over the thin pages, and you seem to see her name in the stuffed text, and you go back and look for it, or you can find a single word in her name, or you can't find anything. Your lips touch the instrument with a calm metallic sheen, and you seem to hear her voice in the space between the previous note and the next, and you stop playing and listen closely, only the wind and the sound of pedestrians outside the window. 】

[A week later, the doorbell rang.] 】

[Although you clearly knew that it couldn't be her outside the door, there was still a trace of delusion in your heart, you hurriedly put down the book, strode to the entrance, and opened the door. 】

[Outside the door is Senju Kazumi. 】

[Her eyes are full of guilt and apprehension when she looks at you, she lowers her head, does not move, and does not speak. In an instant, you did see Nao Asano in her. 】

[The decaying sun can't dispel the chill of autumn, and the wind is swaying and pulling the hem of pedestrians' clothes. You invite Chiju Kazumi in. 】

[You didn't ask about Nao Asano's whereabouts, nor did you ask what kind of conspiracy there was between them. You only asked one thing, asking why Kazumi Chitomi, who had been lost a year ago, appeared at the Asano house. 】

[Chiju Kazumi told you that it was Nao Asano who asked about her new LINE account from her friend on the Internet and contacted her. 】

Her palms tremble, afraid that you would say something that would grieve her. 】

[You ended the conversation and apologized for what you had taunted her a long time ago.] 】

[You think back to the future in the previous Sims, Nao Asano died depressed, and think back to the document, Nao Asano's grief prophecy about her future, you think that maybe letting her go is the best choice.] 】

[In this life, your undisguised pursuit of music with all your energy and talent made Nao Asano feel the rotten death contained in his body even more. She loves you, and you are the moon she loves, but the moonlight is too bright and pure, and it will shine on her corruption and bring biting torment. 】

"Ahh

Looking at the analog text, Nan Yuki sighed.

While grieving, a wave of resentment gushed in his heart, and he raised his head to look in the direction of Nao Asano's room.

This mentally twisted dead house girl is really troublesome!

He knew that the spirit was not something that Nao Asano could control, but that didn't stop him from venting his emotions.

Fall in love with you well, you have to think about those who don't have it! What guilt, sorrow, moon, death, tombstones, miserable future, what do you want to do! What's so important about that!

It is because you always think about those things that those things get into your spirit.

It's like lying on a warm and comfortable stone in the bright sun, which is a beautiful and pleasant thing, but you have to think about the darkness under the stone, you have to lift the stone, and look and observe the ugly earthworms, the terrible rat women, and the stinking horses living in the sandwich between the stone and the earth.

These insects, who were originally quietly waiting on the opposite side of the sun, will never take the initiative to leave the damp cracks, are awakened by your actions, and run to the sunshine of your life with infiltrating steps and postures, your fear becomes a reality, and use this reality as the basis for imagination to lift more stones, provoke more insects, and put yourself in never-ending fear!

It's all because of you, and it's because you look at them that they come.

Nan Yuxi secretly thought in her heart, maybe I shouldn't talk about any serious love with you, it is better to sneak into your home on a dark and windy night, coerce you to commit it, lock you in your bedroom where you don't see the sun all day long, ask you to cook every day at the meal, ask you to use your savings to support me, and then force you to wear a wedding dress and marry me under the eyes of many relatives and friends, and have several children!

In this way, because the sun does not exist and the moon does not exist, it may be able to make you less gloomy imagination and feel at ease in the "miserable" present!

Thinking like this for a while, Nan Yuki's mood improved.

It's certainly just thinking about it. He has no plans to commit a crime, and he doesn't find it meaningful to do such things in Sims. According to several reviews of The Sims, it can be seen that this simulator advocates a healthy and pure relationship, and the plot of coercing a man and a victim woman will definitely not get a high score.

He continued to look at the simulator.

"You're back in school and you're putting all your energy into music. Asanoya is just a place for you to sleep, and when you're awake, you're either in class or in a practice room. 】

[You often see a thousand years of beauty, she came silently, looked at you for a long time, and left silently. 】

[After graduating from college, you stay in school for further study. Chiju Kazumi began to work. 】

After obtaining your Ph.D., you go to study in the United States. Chizumi Senju moved to the United States due to a job transfer. 】

[At the age of thirty-two, you are married to Chiju Kazumi. 】

Sure enough, you're on top!

Nan Yuki rubbed her temples with mixed feelings.

[After getting married, you returned to Japan and joined the Misaki Symphony Orchestra, and your talent was noticed. 】

[The orchestra often performs in various places and countries, and you quickly get tired of traveling around, so you quit your job with the orchestra and teach at Misaki University of the Arts. 】

[You take out your savings from work and odd jobs, buy a villa next to the college, and live with Chiju Kazumi. 】

[The days of teaching are leisurely, you have a lot of free time, you start to practice other instruments, and pick up the composition that you left behind. Your handsome appearance and outstanding ability have won the love of many students, and female students often put love letters in your lecture notes and desks. You put them away and go home and hand them over to Chiju Kazumi to deal with. 】

[Chiju Kazumi rejoices in your openness, and is angry at the dissoluteness of these little girls who have just become adults, she dresses herself, goes in and out of the campus, and deliberately holds your arm and is intimate with you. Love letters are dwindling. 】

[When you were thirty-six years old, you and Chiju Kazumi had a child, a girl, and you named her Shika, hoping that she would be a strong child. 】

[Another year of admission season, you meet a female student in the classroom you teach, you care. 】

[Her long hair like a crow's feather and her eyes that turn to the streamer make you think of the figure in the dusty memory that has long been sealed.] 】

[Her name is Yiyuan Meiyu, and she is a withdrawn child. 】

[You try to reach her, and every time, she dodges in panic.] 】

[You were indomitable, persevering, and finally became friends with her. 】

[In the second semester, she dropped out.] 】

[You call the contact number on the registration form, but no one answers, and you go to the location on the registration form, and no one lives. 】

[Like a white feather blown by the spring breeze, Yiyuan Meiyu disappeared into the warm spring sun. 】

[You and Chiju Kazumi's child is growing up healthily, she is like Chiju Kazumi, not good at words, but her heart is strong. To your regret, she was not interested in music and chose to become a chef. She inherited your vast talents and made a name for herself in the world of food. 】

[At the age of fifty-five, you left the college and entered a retirement life. 】

[It's about too long, you often think of her in your memory, you find the key in the safe, go to the familiar place, and open the familiar door. 】

[Except for the traces left by the years, the interior of the house has not changed. 】

[When you were sixty years old, you received a letterhead. 】