Your Name

Meeting is difficult, parting is even more so; the Dongfeng is powerless, and the flowers are withered.

The silkworm spins silk until its death, and the candle burns until it turns to ash.

Looking in the mirror at dawn, I worry about my changing hair; reciting poems at night, I feel the cold moonlight.

The journey to Mount Peng is not far; the bluebird diligently goes to explore.

Ye Sijin, who had vanished into the river of time, could only rely on the legendary creature "Bluebird," which could go anywhere, to see her.

Liu Chang'an reached up and patted his neck, which was a little stiff. He silently tugged at his hair, and a few small pebbles fell off his gloves.

"Elder brother."

Qin Yanan called out softly again, her voice lacking its usual high-pitched chirping quality; it was gentle and soft, with the Ziqing from Jiangnan.

Zhu Juntang stared blankly, like Zhou Dongdong who would have a brain short-circuit upon seeing too much delicious food. She glanced at Qin Yanan, then at Liu Chang'an. Could it be "pigeon"?

"Elder brother!"

Qin Yanan called out a third time, one call after another, each sound reaching the ears, like weeping and lamenting, her deep affection flowing like a river, touching the hearts of all.

Liu Chang'an took off his gloves, slowly turned his head, and stared intently at Qin Yanan.

What kind of look is that? In an instant, Qin Yanan seemed to see the true appearance of the man in her dream. It was probably this kind of look that made Ye Sijin's obsession transcend time and space.

He was indeed Ye Chenyu, because his deep affection for Ye Sijin would expose even the resolute Liu Chang'an.

There was a slightly sour feeling in his eyes. He wouldn't look at others with that kind of gaze, and it wasn't because of Qin Yanan.

"I didn't expect you to find out after all." Liu Chang'an sighed, looking at the sycamore leaves above his head.

Qin Yanan remained silent. Her question was merely a spur-of-the-moment attempt. Now that he had admitted it, Qin Yanan hadn't yet figured out how to face him. With a bewildered fairy standing beside her as a backdrop, she couldn't say much.

"That winter, the wind was biting and the snow was falling heavily. I, your brother, looked at you in my arms, wanting to nurse, but I was powerless to do so. Where would I get the milk? I could only put the last piece of roast duck in your hand, put you in a basket, and leave you outside the Qin Family's courtyard. I hid behind a tree until I saw a young man come out, pick you up, take a bite of your roast duck, and then say, 'This duck is really awful. From now on, I'll call you Qin Yanan.'" Liu Chang'an looked at Qin Yanan in disbelief. "I can't believe so many years have passed, and you've grown up so much. Can you forgive your brother? I'll make you roast duck next time."

Qin Yanan's face flushed red. She raised her hand to her chest, trying to calm herself down. She had to remember that Zhu Juntang was still there, and she couldn't lose her temper easily, lest she blurt out something that would make Zhu Juntang suspicious again.

"What are you doing? Is it some kind of fun story relay or role-playing game?" Zhu Juntang asked, puzzled.

"I think she might be testing me, like asking Qin Shi Huang to send money or something," Liu Chang'an laughed.

Zhu Juntang angrily slapped Liu Chang'an, but missed, her fist just waving in the air. Then she laughed, "Look how angry you've made Yaya. She'll bring in 100,000 troops to wipe you out. Even if you knew Qin Shi Huang and called up his Qin Shi Huang army, you still wouldn't be able to defeat him."

"Qin Shi Huang's army, having honed its skills in the underworld for two thousand years, accumulated countless resentments drawn from its imprisonment. Empowered by this deep-seated obsession, it emerged from nowhere, for even celestial soldiers would give way. An ordinary army of 100,000 against 100,000 would likely have no chance of victory!"

"We have tanks, atomic bombs, and aircraft carriers!"

"Ghost soldiers are invisible; tanks are useless against them. Try dropping an atomic bomb on them! Are aircraft carriers supposed to just sit in the Xiang River?"

"Special forces are really amazing!" Zhu Juntang was still unconvinced.

"I..."

"That's enough!" Qin Yanan was already feeling disappointed and annoyed, not to mention Liu Chang'an was making up stories about his name. He clearly knew the origin of "Yi Ya Yi Nan, Yi Yue Bu Jian," but he said that duck was hard to eat, which made Qin Yanan so angry that she almost dropped her buttons.

Liu Chang'an had already taken off his gloves, put away the hammer, cleaned up the surroundings, and then took out the oiled paper umbrella that he had been working on for a while.

To be precise, it's a collection of materials. For an oil-paper umbrella made for girls, the canopy should be smaller, the frame should be thinner and shorter, and the outer skin of each bamboo rib should be re-polished to give it a smooth and delicate texture.

This is a slow and methodical process; even Liu Chang'an has no shortcuts and can only proceed slowly and methodically.

Liu Chang'an didn't mind Qin Yanan's quick wit just now, nor was he smug because she didn't succeed. If he could figure out how a young girl could be so quick-witted and clever, then he wouldn't be the Nine Provinces Wind and Thunder Swordsman.

Swordsmen in the martial world often manipulate and toy with the young women who admire and pursue them, like A Fei... no, that's a negative example.

Liu Chang'an, lost in thought, glanced at the car beside him and wondered if the baby that appeared on top of the coffin in 1992 was born to Shangguan Dandan.

The idea was a bit absurd, but the word "absurd" has lost its meaning; when there are too many absurd things, they all become commonplace.

Although absurd, all possibilities exist. Be bold in your doubts, and carefully verify them. After all, Qin Peng is just an ordinary person, and his perspective on observation and the angle from which he draws conclusions are rather ordinary.

"Did you take apart your big black umbrella?" Zhu Juntang observed for a while, recalling the time she and Liu Chang'an shared an umbrella on a rainy day.

"Um."

"Why did you tear it down? I was thinking of buying it, but I didn't ask because I thought you wouldn't sell it," Zhu Juntang said regretfully.

"What did you buy it for?" Qin Yanan asked casually, her tone indifferent.

"I use it as a photo prop to make me look petite and cute."

"That's an idea," Liu Chang'an rarely praised Zhu Juntang. "However, I really won't sell it. This umbrella is meant to be paired with a cheongsam. Dai Wangshu's poem 'Rainy Alley' vividly portrays a beautiful woman, an oil-paper umbrella, and an alley, creating a beautiful scene that has been interpreted by countless people. This is the charm of words, which distinguishes them from other art forms. Even I am not immune to this. In my memory, the most beautiful image of a woman is also associated with such a scene, so I plan to make an oil-paper umbrella for the most beautiful woman in my heart."

"Damn it, it's definitely not for me," Zhu Juntang grumbled, even though she was clearly the most beautiful woman.

"I think you're being incredibly presumptuous to even say something like that," Liu Chang'an said admiringly. In this respect, he was no match for Zhu Juntang.

"Was it for An Nuan?" Qin Yanan asked calmly. She thought of the cheongsam Liu Chang'an had made. He clearly couldn't forget Ye Sijin, but what was the reality? This made Qin Yanan feel a little sour.

In short, Qin Yanan felt somewhat uncomfortable because of Liu Chang'an's feelings for Ye Sijin, but if he didn't show Ye Sijin the most special side of himself, Qin Yanan would want to stand up for Ye Sijin.

Liu Chang'an didn't answer; wasn't that obvious?

"The word for umbrella sounds like the word for 'scatter,' so giving an umbrella as a gift has a bad connotation." Zhu Juntang cleverly used this opportunity to strike at Liu Chang'an.

"In the late Spring and Autumn Annals Period, Lu Ban often went out to work and got soaked in the rain, so his wife invented the umbrella, which was based on her care for her lover. In legends, the umbrella is also a token of love, such as Bai Suzhen and Xu Xian... Homophone? You must be illiterate." Liu Chang'an calmly stated the facts.

Zhu Juntang was about to punch Liu Chang'an again when Qin Yanan grabbed her arm. Qin Yanan glanced at Liu Chang'an doing things slowly and methodically, and smiled slightly. She was a determined person and would not give up so easily.

I caught a cold today and drank a lot of water. It's really hard to keep updating. Luckily, I didn't stop. I'll release a big chapter tomorrow.