Fall in love after simulation

【Nao and the others all like the little disciples you accepted, especially Mizuki, but Moyu doesn't get close to them. 】

【The relationship between you and Moyou is getting stronger day by day, you have taken care of many of her affairs, including attending the school tour. You can see that Moyou is very happy about your arrival. 】

[After the age of eight, Moyou's planting frenzy dropped a bit. Only two boxes of bean sprouts were left all over the studio, and most of the land in the backyard was returned to Hua'er. 】

【One year older, she knows something. She knows that for you and her family, although the money to buy vegetables is a lot, it is not much. Meanwhile, she found something else to do. 】

【She advises you to stop paying for the cleaning service, and let her clean the studio for you. 】

【You agreed to her, and in exchange, you asked her what she wanted. 】

[She asked for a maid outfit that is convenient for work. You thought she would like the new and lovely pink, but she insisted on the black and white Victorian style. 】

A series of memory images appeared in Nan Youxi's mind.

These memory videos are very short, and the scenes are different. There are corridors, living rooms, yards, and almost all over the studio. Clean up, clean things up...

The girl is serious about housework, with quick hands and feet, like a professional maid. Only the way she runs with her skirt on the way from cleaning the battlefield to the next shows her youth and vivacity.

After the short memory frame, a long segment appears.

In the tea room, Nan Youxi was drinking green tea and watching Moyou who was arranging the tea pots.

The retro maid outfit tightly wrapped the girl's body, only revealing a small face and two small hands. The black and white skirt set off her serious face. She picked up each tea pot and carefully identified them. , arranged carefully.

Nan Youxi was sitting at the tea table, and she could see her delicate side face.

The tea cabinet was a bit high, and the girl's shiny black leather shoes were stepped on a square stool, and the skirt swayed with her movements.

"Why do you need a maid outfit?" Nan Youxi asked a question that had troubled her for a long time.

Moyou turned her head to look at him, and continued to place the tea pots. Her voice was immature, and it was clear because of the admiration contained in it: "Because the maid is very powerful!"

"Very powerful?" The maid who took out the rocket launcher from under the skirt flashed in front of Nan Youxi.

"The maid can do all kinds of housework. She can clean, cook, sew, and keep the house clean."

"Does Moyou yearn for maids?"

"Well!" Moyou put the last tea pot away, and closed the cabinet door: "If I can do everything well at home, grandpa and grandma won't have to work so hard after they come back."

The light beside the girl was a bit dazzling, and a few flying birds suddenly passed by outside the window, crossing the blue sky. The wind blew in, stirring the girl's smooth black hair, and playfully pulling the lace of the girl's maid outfit.

This black and white, old-fashioned, cold maid outfit gave off some warmth. Nan Youxi looked at the girl and felt pity.

After checking the cabinet, the girl slowly squatted down on the square stool, with one leg bent, kneeling on the stool surface, and the other foot protruding down. She only cared about the height of the ground and forgot about her skirt. When she stepped on the ground, her skirt caught on the corner of the stool.

The skirt pulled her waist, and she was afraid that the clothes would be torn, so she wanted to turn back and go back to the bench, but how could she go back against the laws of physics after jumping off.

Her hesitation was manifested in her landing foot, that slender leg couldn't firmly step on the ground, her ankle swayed, and her body, together with the stool, fell sideways.

"Eh?!"

Moyou cried out in shock, she looked at the tatami that was getting closer and closer to her, but she hadn't figured out the situation yet.

When the ground was close to her eyes, she felt a tightness in her neck, and her falling momentum was stopped.

Nan Youxi grabbed the girl's skirt and pulled her up to stand up.

"Be careful," he said.

"Thank you." Moyou looked at the fallen stool and felt scared.

This one step late fear gave birth to one step late peace of mind, she straightened the skirt that Nan Youxi had just grabbed, and looked at the man in front of her.

The man was leaning over to support the stool, and the man's face, which she had to look up to see in the past, was now as tall as her.

She saw the man's broad forehead, where it was flat, smooth and white like the cloth on a cloth fan. She wondered, is the other party really from her father's generation? Obviously, my father already had fine lines on his forehead, and he was old, but the other party didn't look old at all.

She thought of a few weeks ago, when the shop was busy, grandpa and the others couldn't get away, the man went to pick her up from school, and her classmates asked if he was her brother.

Several girls shamelessly surrounded the man and asked him if he was some kind of star. Afterwards, they still imitated adults in private and discussed what kind of little milk dog the man was.

It is obviously the age of an old dog.

Why is it not old at all?

The girl had deep doubts in her heart. There was a little joy in this doubt, and it was also this joy that drove her doubts. Just like the rich man on TV suddenly sighs that he only has money and doubts what money can bring, this doubt is a show off and a joy.

She likes this man who is more handsome than the star in the magazine, and she doesn't want him to grow old.

She thought, no wonder her mother asked herself to call the man brother, but it would be inappropriate to call him uncle!

"Huh? What are you staring at me for?" Nan Youxi straightened up and found the girl's gaze.

"It's nothing." Moyou looked away. She often watched housewife dramas with her grandma, and she had learned to be shy from the electronic screen.

She changed the subject: "Why did my brother grab my collar? In the story, it was clearly in the position of a princess hugging me! The collar hurts my neck so much."

"Because Moyou is like a cat with black and white patterns, would you hug a cat like a princess? For a cat, you just need to grab her by the back of the neck." Nan Youxi stretched out her hand and scratched the girl's chin .

"I'm not a cat!" The girl took a step back, deftly avoiding Nan Yuxi's fingers.

The moment that hand fell to the ground and dropped, she felt a little lost. The man's fingers were delicate and gentle, and it was very comfortable to scratch his chin. She refused the opportunity to be comfortable.

Regret flashed through her heart, she thought, even if she loses the chance to enjoy, she still has to firmly reject men, what's the point of scratching her chin, she's not a cat!

Sticking out her tongue towards Nan Yuxi, Moyou turned and ran outside.

Pushing open the sliding door of the tea room, she suddenly thought of something, and ran back to Nan Youxi's side.

"What are you doing?" Nan Youxi sat at the tea table, holding a tea cup, looking sideways at the girl.

The girl didn't answer, she snatched the teacup from Nan Youxi's hand, put a finger into the cup, and smeared on Nan Youxi's cheek with her fingertips dipped in tea.

"Isn't it makeup?" she murmured.

"What makeup?" Nan Youxi was at a loss.

"Did brother lie about his age?"

"No matter how you think about it, there is no such reason?"

"Want to pretend to be mature or something?"

"I'm not that naive."

"Is that a monster? Immortality or human skin?"

"What did you suddenly think of!"

"It's windy, brother, can you close the window?"

"Are you trying to trick me into the sun on the windowsill? I won't turn into ashes like a vampire!"

"It's obviously an uncle, it's unscientific."

Moyou rubbed the man's cheek again without giving up, but she didn't get any other feedback except the soft and delicate touch. She put down her palm, drank the tea in the teacup, and left with doubts.

[After a year of getting along, you and Moyou have become very close. The girl who was so divided in the past that she refused to accept even a meat bun can now get along with you naturally and speak out her thoughts without any scruples. . 】

[During the year, you watched her grow, and she watched you, but couldn't find any changes. 】

【She suspects that you are an immortal monster. 】

Looking at the simulated text, Nan Yuxi pinched her nose.

Why is it called an immortal monster? I blame me for being young?

No, it should be said that I will grow younger in the future, and now I am indeed very young.

He let out a long breath, and after experiencing the memory scene this time, his inner anxiety dissipated a lot.

He was worried until now, afraid that the relationship between himself and Moyou would go astray, after all, the word love is prefixed to this simulator.

There is a difference of thirty years between him and Moyou... no, in this Sims life, there is a difference of more than twenty years.

This is already a generation difference!

Although in reality it is not uncommon for old couples and young wives, and there are even many international celebrities, but he is not very acceptable when it falls on him.

The last memory scene was just the first meeting with Mo You, and he was still not sure. This time the memory scene was after getting along for a year, and their relationship was already very close. The emotions at this time can already be used to make judgments.

The emotions coming from this memory scene are warm and affectionate, nothing else.

As expected of him, he always abides by love and justice.

He looked back at the name of the simulator, he thought, how can love be such a narrow thing? How can this word be bound only by the feelings between men and women?

Like a relative, like a friend, like a dead thing, like a certain animal, or even like a certain scenery, can be love!

It should be fine... right?

These are just his wishful thinking, and he doesn't know what's going on with this simulator.

But he knows himself, he regards Mozi as his daughter. As long as there is this, it should be enough.

Turning his head to look at the photo beside the bed, the image of Moyou wearing a maid's outfit in the memory scene flashed again in his mind.

The photo of Mozi in the sailor suit on the cabinet, I thought it was pretty good at first, but now it is a little bit unsavory.

Save up the number of simulations and exchange them for a photo of the maid Moyou!

He continued to look at the simulation interface.

【The girl carefully observes your living habits. She follows the cook in your studio and cooks dishes with a small amount of garlic, watching you eat them. 】

【She gently touches your toes with a finger dipped in two grains of salt. 】

【While you were working, she held a Buddha statue and dangled at your door. 】

【She took advantage of your afternoon nap and secretly recited two scriptures next to you. 】

[In addition, there are talismans, holy water, crosses, etc., which she tastes a little bit every time. 】

【You ask her with a smile, why do you only use so few exorcism tools each time, and only recite a short paragraph each time. What if the amount is too small and the effect is not enough? 】

【The girl struggled and said that she just wanted to test whether you are a monster, and she didn't want to kill you. 】

【You laughed heartily, pinched her face, and punished her to go with you to the ceremony at Minamotohime Shrine. 】

[You didn't expect that the festival would make the girl nervous, she was as vigilant as a hare smelling the scent of a natural enemy. 】

A small memory scene manifests.

Carrying the priest's sedan chair forward, the Kagura played by drums resounded all around, and the selected young man wore a loincloth and followed behind carrying a huge sacred tree.

Nan Youxi took Moyou's hand, he lowered his head to look at the serious girl.

"What does Moyou see me doing?" he asked.

"Brother, don't you feel dizzy and weak in your hands and feet?"

"No."

"Does that feel mentally weak?"

"I told you I'm not a monster anymore."

Nan Youxi sighed helplessly. He smiled and put his palm on the girl's head, ruffling her hair.

"Sorry." Moyou's heart was relieved, she clenched Nan Youxi's palm, and looked at the team walking away.

She didn't see anything just now, she just looked at the man beside her.

"I'm troubling my brother." She said dejectedly.

It was already last month that she thought that the man might be a monster. After a month of trying, she clearly denied this guess, but when she came to the shrine, she saw the festival procession, listening to Kagura, looking at the priest, and the tip of her nose floated by. The scent of Shenmu made her worry involuntarily.

She thought that even her elder brother would find it troublesome if he had been suspected for so long.

"It's okay, it's better to say, I'm a little happy."

"Um?"

Nan Youxi's words made Moyou feel puzzled. She didn't understand why her brother would be happy when he was misunderstood.

She thought of the story told by her deskmate at school. The deskmate said that her father liked being scolded by her and her mother.

If my brother asked me to scold him, should I scold him?

Bagahan is too hopeless?

It's impolite to say that. But, if it's my brother's request...

Nan Yuxi didn't know that the girl's misunderstanding of him had changed from a monster to a worse existence. What he told the girl was the truth, and he was delighted by the girl's suspicion.

Because this doubt does not appear in the form of doubt.

When the girl saw the festival team, she felt scared and worried. She was not suspecting that Nan Yuxi was a monster, but worried that her brother beside her was being purified by the gods. This worry went beyond the step of doubt and appeared directly. Doubt is only pushed to take the blame when rationality is looking for a reason after worrying.

Nan Youxi thought of when he was a child, when he heard the sound of an ambulance, he would worry about his parents for no reason, fearing that the ambulance was going to his home.

It is a projection of the fear of losing a loved one.

The fact that Moyou was so worried about him proved that the girl had regarded herself as one of her important relatives, which made him happy.

"Let's go, go to the shrine, the stalls on both sides have been set up!"

Holding Moyou's tiny hand, Nan Youxi walked up the steps.

After arriving at the shrine and stepping into the torii gate, Moyu became worried again. She kept glancing at Nan Yuxi, avoiding her eyes when Nan Yuxi looked at her.

"Are you really all right?" she asked carefully.

"Ah!" Nan Youxi covered her chest.

The girl's face suddenly turned pale.

"I lied to you." He stood up straight.

"Bad guy!" The girl thumped his back angrily.

I didn't expect to finish writing, so I asked for leave for nothing.