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

We worked all night to build a new system. Although it was not as advanced as the fairy boats of later times, it was still usable.

Considering that he was very busy these days, Yannian wrote a letter to Miao Gong, asking him to postpone his trip to get the sword.

Yannian was afraid that the craftsmen would not understand the actual operation, so he went there in person and taught them step by step.

In the workshop, flames licked the anvil, and pine charcoal crackled in the furnace. Yannian rolled up his sleeves, and his slender but powerful arms revealed tense texture.

The hammer rose and fell, sparks flying.

The craftsmen watched attentively and exclaimed in amazement.

In front of the window, Lan, who came to check the progress, leaned against the wooden frame and quietly looked at Yannian inside. Because it was too hot, the firelight danced on his mask, and beads of sweat rolled over his collarbone and into his collar, leaving a line.

That familiar posture made Lan's mouth curl up unconsciously.

Lan quietly asked the soldiers to bring water, stayed for a while and then left.

Until the evening, he came back to check worriedly, fearing that the clouds would tire him out - although, the clouds were mysterious and unknown.

After looking around, Lan found that only craftsmen were working in the workshop. He asked a few people and saw Yannian under the corridor.

The courtyard was extremely quiet. Willow catkins were lifted by the night wind and scattered among the tiles like snow.

Yannian sat down, his back against a pillar, his mask set aside. The moonlight was cold and old, making the old scars look like dried-up riverbeds, but much lighter than at the beginning.

The snowflakes fell on the eyelashes, and a very special tone flowed out from the lips.

The voice was not loud, but had a hoarse ending. The melody was sad but not resentful, soft but sharp, and there was a sudden pause at the turn of tone, as if singing about an old wound in the heart, and even his breathing missed a beat.

"A bunch of fools..." Yannian whispered, not knowing who he was thinking of, and his tone fluctuated rarely.

Lan stood there for a long time. He had never heard this song before.

Compared to her cold appearance in front of him, Yun at this moment looked like a human being, with sorrow and a past that no one knew about.

Lan thought this was fine. He didn't like Yun's hateful eyes, which were empty and void.

Yannian caught a glimpse of Lan not far away, stopped singing, and said in a cold voice, "What's the matter?"

"Just came to see if you were...tired."

"I brought some food, eat some." Lan walked to the side, put the food down, and sat down one meter away.

"The craftsmen said you hadn't had any water or food all day... They asked me to bring this to you, as a token of their appreciation..."

Lan lied, and Yiyun had an inexplicable hatred for him. Knowing that he had done it, he would definitely say he would not eat it, so he had to change his thinking.

Sure enough, when Yannian heard that it was the craftsmen who brought it, his expression relaxed, he picked up the bowl and started to eat.

His status in Yun's heart was not even higher than that of a craftsman. The corners of Lan's mouth twitched.

It’s okay, there’s still a chance. There must be some misunderstanding.

Lan comforted himself that the situation was urgent at the moment and they would have a good chat after it calmed down. With his extraordinary perseverance, he would definitely be able to open Yun's heart a little.

Apart from the sound of chopsticks hitting the bowl, it was a little too quiet. Lan rested her fingers on her knees, tightening unconsciously. She turned a little sideways, trying to find a topic to talk about.

"Brother Yun...where did you learn forging? You look so powerful. Which planet is your master from?" Lan said admiringly.

Yannian paused, his eyes dimmed, "Teacher is..."

Since then, he never went back to see Huai Yan.

Maybe he could go back, but he could only watch Huai Yan silently in the crowd as a stranger.

Huai Yan will not be lonely, he knows that he has a new disciple - Yun Li, and they are no longer two short-lived people.

The teacher has a new hope... May he be well. Yannian has thought about these words many times, but it was just a thought.

He knew that if he could go back, perhaps he would see the martial arts ceremony again.

He no longer condemns himself because he has become a despicable liar.

"It has nothing to do with you." Yannian changed the subject and continued eating.

Lan shrugged helplessly, looked at the moon, and smiled slightly, "Just now... that song was very nice."

"May I know the name?"

“…waiting for the return of the person.” Yannian spoke softly, his eyes scanning a piece of dead wood in the courtyard. A new bud had sprouted on it with the spring, swaying in the wind.

Yannian was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said, "Wait..."

"No need to wait, new shoots have already sprouted."

Yannian smiled faintly.

The dead tree does not need to wait, because Yudai and the others have passed on the skills for him. Even if the immortal boat has no more ink, the students on the road next year will be like green buds, and will finish writing the unfinished flowers for them.

The dead tree does not need to wait, because Ying Xing and Yu Mo are dead. From then on, the swallows no longer need to cut through the sky and bring spring in their mouths. When they meet again, it will be the story of Ren and Yannian.

No more waiting...

Yannian lowered his eyes.

"This name sounds very sad...but it will be fine after waiting." Lan lay down with his hands behind his head. It was rare that Yun was willing to talk to him properly.

It seemed like he had really opened up a little gap.

"Yun, although I know very little about you."

"But... you're better now, than... before."

"Giving up everything will make people fall into nothingness, and escaping from everything will also make people fall into nothingness, so..." Lan's voice gradually became smaller and was interrupted by Yannian angrily.

Putting the bowl aside, Yannian sneered, "Better?"

"So what?"

"Do you know how much I've paid for today?"

"That's enough. I don't want to hear any more of this. Cherish the time you have left."

Yannian got up and left. He was also sick, and he actually chatted with his enemy Lan for a few more words.

Watching Yannian's figure disappear at the end of the corridor, Lan sighed, sat up and stretched.

He picked up the bowl and saw that it was clean as if it had been washed. He couldn't help laughing, "Am I not a good cook?"

"You're so stubborn—"

“Sure enough, it’s different after steaming dried fish…”