[You took a long vacation and stayed at Asano's house. As usual, you often opened the curtains in the living room and lay on the soft sofa to feel the warmth and dizziness brought by the sun.]
[You read a music theory book and practice your instrument. Your fingers turn the thin pages, and you seem to see her name among the words that are packed in. You go back to look for it, and you may find one of the words in her name, or you may find nothing. Your lips touch the instrument that shines with a calm metallic luster, and you seem to hear her voice in the gap between the previous note and the next note. You stop playing and listen carefully, but there is only the sound of the wind and the pedestrians outside the window.]
[A week later, the doorbell rang.]
[Although you clearly know that the person outside the door cannot be her, a trace of delusion still arises in your heart. You hurriedly put down the book, strode to the entrance, and opened the door.]
[Outside the door is Chishou Ichimi.]
[She looked at you with a look of guilt and uneasiness, she lowered her head, didn't move, and didn't speak. For a moment, you really saw the shadow of Nao Asano in her. ]
[The fading sun cannot dispel the chill of autumn, and the wind blows everywhere, pulling at the hems of pedestrians' clothes. You invite Chishou Ichimi to come in. ]
[You didn't ask about Asano Nao's whereabouts, nor did you ask about the conspiracy between them. You only asked one thing, why Chishou Kazumi, who had been out of touch a year ago, appeared in the Asano family.]
[Chishou Kazumi told you that it was Asano Nao who asked her friends on the Internet about her new LINE account and contacted her.]
[Her hands are shaking, afraid that you will say something that will make her sad.]
[You end the conversation and apologize for taunting her long ago.]
[You think back to the previous Sims, where Nao Asano died of depression in the future, and think back to the sad predictions of Nao Asano about her future in the document. You think that maybe letting her leave is the best option.]
[In this life, you unabashedly used all your energy and talent to pursue music, which made Asano Nao feel the decay and death contained in her body even more. She loves you, and you are her favorite moon, but the moonlight is too bright, which will reveal her corruption and bring her bone-chilling torture.]
"well-"
Looking at the simulated text, Nan Youxi sighed.
At the same time as he was sad, a feeling of resentment surged in his heart. He raised his head and looked in the direction of Nao Asano's room.
This mentally twisted otaku girl is so troublesome!
He knew that Nao Asano's spirit was not something he could control, but that didn't stop him from venting his emotions.
I'm in love with you, but you have to think about those things! Guilt, sadness, the moon, dead air, tombstones, and a miserable future. What's the point of thinking about those things? What's the point of thinking about them
It is because you always think about those things that they penetrate into your mind.
It is like lying on a warm and comfortable stone under the bright sunshine. This is a beautiful and pleasant thing, but you have to think about the darkness under the stone, and have to lift the stone to see and observe the ugly earthworms, horrible woodlice, and smelly millipedes living in the layer between the stone and the soil.
These insects, which originally stayed quietly on the other side of the sunshine and would never take the initiative to leave the damp crevices, were awakened by your actions and ran into the sunshine of your life with creepy steps and postures. Your fear became a reality, and you used this reality as the basis of your imagination to lift more stones, attract more insects, and put yourself in endless fear!
It's all because of you, they come because you look at them.
Nan Youxi had some evil thoughts in her heart, maybe I shouldn't have a serious relationship with you, it would be better for me to sneak into your home on a dark and windy night, force you to commit a crime, lock you up in your bedroom where there is no sunlight all day, ask you to go downstairs to cook at mealtime every day, ask you to use your savings to support me, and then force you to put on a wedding dress, marry me, and have several children in front of many relatives and friends!
In this way, since the sun does not exist and the moon does not exist, maybe you can have fewer dark imaginations and be at peace with the "miserable" present!
After thinking about it for a while, Nan Youxi's mood improved.
Of course, this is just a thought. He has no plans to commit a crime, nor does he think it makes sense to do such a thing in The Sims. According to several reviews of The Sims, this simulator advocates healthy and pure love, and the plot of coercing men and victimized women will definitely not get high scores.
He continued to watch the simulator.
[You returned to school and devoted all your energy to music. The Asano family was just a place for you to sleep. When you were awake, you were either in class or in the practice room.]
[After graduating from university, you stay in school to further your studies. Chizumi starts working.]
[After obtaining your doctorate, you went to study in the United States. Chizu Kazumi went to the United States due to job transfer.]
[At the age of 32, you married Chishou Kazumi. ]
It turns out that you are in power!
Nan Youxi rubbed her temples with mixed feelings.
[After marriage, you returned to Japan and joined the Misaki Symphony Orchestra, where your talent attracted much attention.]
[The band often performed in various places and countries. You soon got tired of the days of running around, so you quit the band and went to teach at Misaki University of Arts.]
[You used your savings from work and odd jobs to buy a villa next to the academy and live with Chishou Kazumi.]
[The days of teaching are very leisurely, and you have a lot of free time. You start practicing other instruments and pick up the composition you left behind. Your handsome appearance and outstanding ability have won the love of many students. Female students often put love letters in your handouts and desk. You collect them and go home to give them to Chishou Kazumi to deal with.]
[Chishou Ichimi was happy about your frankness, and angry about the unruly behavior of these young girls who had just reached adulthood. She dressed herself up, went in and out of the campus, and deliberately held your arm and was intimate with you. The love letters gradually became less and less.]
[When you were thirty-six years old, you and Chishou Kazumi had a child, a girl. You named her Touka, hoping that she would be a strong child.]
[It's another school enrollment season. You meet a female student that catches your eye in the class you teach. ]
[Her long hair like crow feathers and her eyes that flicker and sparkle remind you of a figure in a long-forgotten memory.]
[Her name is Yiyuan Miyu, and she is a lonely child. ]
[You try to touch her, and every time, she will hide away in panic. ]
[You persevered and finally became friends with her.]
[She dropped out in the second semester.]
[You called the contact number on the registration form, but no one answered. You went to the address on the registration form, but no one lived there.]
[Like a white feather blown by the spring breeze, Yiyuan Meiyu disappeared under the warm spring sun. ]
[You and Chizumi's child is growing up healthily. Like Chizumi, she is not good at speaking, but she is strong inside. To your regret, she is not interested in music and chooses to become a chef. She inherited your vast talent and made a name for herself in the food industry.]
[At the age of fifty-five, you resigned from the college and entered retirement life. ]
[Perhaps because you have been idle for 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 house remains unchanged. ]
[When you were sixty years old, you received a letter.]
It's even later. The ending part is difficult to write. Please forgive me. I will write in advance next time!
(End of this chapter)