Collapse: Black Moonlight Turns White, Popular Four-Star Character

Ren ignored Dan Heng and followed Yannian, turning a few corners.

It was already three o'clock in the night. The wind blew past the eaves, picking up the rusty iron-like copper bells and making a dull, chattering sound.

The sound of the withered wood hairpin hidden in the clothes grew weaker and weaker, and Blade clenched his fist.

He hadn't felt the loss of life for a long time, but the wooden hairpin was like a part of his life... making him panic, as if he had returned to his human body.

If this goes on, before I even meet Jing Liu and get the Suzaku Feather... No, absolutely not.

A faint opera music came to my ears——

Ren stopped, his dead heart was moved, and the dead wood hairpin suddenly trembled.

Nowadays, it is rare to hear opera, and most of the music is pop music. Even the fairy boat, under the impact of multiple cultures, has been abandoned into a small corner because of its difficult and obscure lyrics and slow narrative rhythm.

The water sleeves, the round stage, the cloud steps, the singing voice... the stage belongs to the actors, and how many spectators are there?

"What's wrong?" Yannian couldn't hear Ren's footsteps, so he turned around and found that Ren was walking in one direction.

"Blade, where are you going?"

Yannian felt a tightness in his heart. He was finding it increasingly difficult to predict Ren's actions. He said hello to Kafka and followed behind Ren.

Didn’t you say you were anxious to meet Jingliu?

Why am I free again now?

The source of the sound came from a remote alley. Two rows of gray-tiled roofs looked like backs bent by time, almost touching each other overhead, and cheers came from inside.

When I walked in, I saw a temporary stage made of simple vermilion lacquered wooden boards. It was no more than two meters wide and less than ten meters deep, but it had a plaque with the words "Phoenix Terrace" hanging on it.

Several apprentices from the factory and a group of elderly people sat quietly in the audience.

On the stage, the dim lights made the bright red dress flicker, like a pool of blood that repeatedly coagulated and melted.

The actor wore a crown of kingfisher feathers on his head, and a double-breasted jacket embroidered with crabapple red and peonies. The lining of his snow-blue sleeves was turned up half an inch. The red on his forehead had faded, and his pair of drooping eyes were outlined with oil paint to make them extremely long, as if they could break through the narrow skylight.

"It's a strange face... Friend, come and sit here." A craftsman from the Industrial Manufacturing Company waved to Ren and Yannian.

To make things more convenient, Yannian transformed into a human and lowered the brim of his hat.

Ren stood still, staring at the stage.

The craftsman came over and asked in confusion, "Aren't you going to sit down?"

"This scene will take a long time to finish. It's so tiring to stand."

"It's okay, we're just taking a look and will leave soon," Yannian whispered.

"You...is this an event organized by the Industrial Construction Department?"

"You--" Yannian glanced at the apprentice, but found that there was a streak of white on the other's temples, winding down along the earlobe.

"Are you a short-lived person?"

Looking around, I saw only short-lived species.

"Yes, this is not an event organized by the Industrial Construction Bureau... The Industrial Construction Bureau would not organize this." The craftsman smiled heartily, leaned next to Yannian, and looked at the stage.

"Then here..." Yannian followed the craftsman's gaze. For some reason, the figure overlapped with his, acting out a love drama.

"This is just a place to pass on this opera. We are all orphans picked up by the teacher and recommended to the Industrial Production Department for further study."

"The teacher loved to listen to operas when he was alive. We will come to help set up the stage in a while. These actors are from Zhu Ming. The actor on the stage is called - Yu Xiang."

The craftsman lowered his eyes and smiled softly, "Whenever I feel that my life span is too short to compare with those immortal species, I come to listen."

“Even if it’s as fleeting as a firefly’s flame, the sound of the sandalwood clappers resonates with a millennium-long cultural heritage… One lamp leads another, giving me renewed courage.”

"Remaining sound?" Yannian's eyes trembled.

"Which Yu?"

"Helin Quan sang the hymns of the Zhou Dynasty, and the echoes of the saints of the past are passed down." The craftsman whispered and laughed, "When it comes to this surname, everyone may be unfamiliar with it."

“But I’m very familiar with it.”

"My master's eldest brother, Yu Mo, is a very good craftsman. He is his role model."

The craftsman gazed at the sky, lost in memory. "I once asked Master if, with my own talent... I would never be able to reach the heights of my predecessors, Yu Mo and Ying Xing."

"Master said that if you try your best but still can't step through that threshold, then... you should become the torchbearer. One day, someone will make that lamp shine brightly, forging an unshakable backbone and monument."

“Just like this opera that has been passed down to this day.”

Yannian avoided the gaze and lowered his head. He couldn't look directly into the craftsman's eyes.

I don't think I can bear such an evaluation.

His master... must be Yudai.

As time goes by, in his mind, Yudai is better than Yu Mo and better than him.

He... was only teaching Ying Xing, a short-lived species, for a purpose - just for a purpose.

"Yu...Mo." Ren murmured, covering the wooden hairpin in his arms, and the suppressed emotions surged up.

The actor on the stage looked back, as if he was back to that night. The young boy squeezed forward from the crowd, and in his tiredness he saw the eldest brother in red clothes coming out from behind the curtain, which amazed his short life.

It’s still the song “Waiting for the Return of Someone”.

The actor's sleeves fell down, he covered his face and wept, singing:

"The rain falls under the eaves, but there is no one I know. The memories are mottled, but I am still waiting for the return of the person."

As the song ended, an impatient apprentice in the crowd came over and asked the craftsman, "Master, the song is over... Did this person get what he wanted?"

The craftsman chuckled, "I don't know either, but my teacher added a few more words at the end, and I'll tell you today."

"What word?"

"When the actor meets autumn, it's a pity that he has deep feelings for the past."

"My heart and blood flow together. When we meet in one night, we must ask the heavens. Don't force it... Don't be sad about the autumn."

The craftsmen's words were tinged with sadness. They could only watch their teacher's funeral from afar. They knew that although Xingcha had left with his belongings, the teacher had never left.

Makes home in the chest.

He didn't know why the teacher added these new words at the end, but until his immortal friend went out to fight... he realized that for him, how many times could he meet in his life?

One side is half of your life.

Every reunion with someone important to you is a blessing.

"My heart and blood are flowing...", Ren repeated the craftsman's words and turned to leave.

"Eh...you don't want to listen anymore?"

"The drama isn't over yet."

The craftsman was stunned and shouted.

"No, thank you." Yannian said goodbye politely and followed Ren's footsteps.

After the two men left, the craftsman exhaled, continued to look at the stage, and smiled faintly.

"Master... I have seen the person you have been pursuing. I don't know if it is too late, but as you said - don't force it."

"If it all comes to nothing, then...don't be sad. Letting go is also a way to make yourself feel better."

The lingering melody drowned out all sentimentality. In the alley, Ren stood in the shadow at the foot of the wall, holding up his broken sword.

"What... are you going to do?" Yannian looked at the motionless Ren. Before he could finish his words, Ren stabbed the sword into his chest, blood splattered, and a hole was pierced.

Yannian's eyes widened, and he immediately stepped forward to grab Ren's wrist, and subconsciously yelled, "Are you crazy?"

"What kind of self-harm is this!"

"What does it have to do with you?" A very low laugh rolled out of Ren's throat - hoarse, short, and a little inquiring. He raised his eyes to meet Yannian's eyes, but Yannian had already turned his head away.

Yannian did not reply, but the strength in his hands did not decrease.

Ren snorted coldly, shook off Yannian's hand, inserted the dead wood hairpin into his heart, and used his own heart blood as a life-saving medicine.

All this is only temporary...To truly nourish the soul, one still needs the Vermillion Bird Feather.

His body is purer, the effect will be better, and he can delay it longer.

"You, you..." Yannian looked at the chest where the blade was healing rapidly, speechless.

Why would one and two of them do this for Yu Mo?

Only he knows how despicable he is.

It's not worth it, it's just a game, one by one, how stupid.

[Xingbao Loves Trash Can: Damn, this scene is lucky it's in the shadows, otherwise I wouldn't dare to watch it - Young Shadow.]

"Oh my god, I'm so cruel to myself. Why do these cgs keep poking at me? Is that all right?"

"Okay, I'll open my eyes." "Manye no Cat" covered his eyes.