2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Yan Muyun's eyes were slightly hot, and his mood was agitated. After a moment of silence, he asked softly: "So, was the criminal finally caught?"

Yan Long turned around again and looked at the lawn outside the window: "On the night when you were unconscious, Zhang Yu was originally caught by the police, but he escaped in the end."

"Is it because of his...power?"

"Yes, there was a series of car accidents that night. Fortunately, no one died, and most of them suffered minor injuries."

"Will he come looking for trouble again later?" Yan Muyun frowned slightly.

Yan Long thought for a moment and said, "Since that incident, my grandparents moved with my dad. But then a letter was mailed to my grandfather's school. It was an apology letter, signed by Zhang Yu."

Yan Muyun sighed: "In this case, it's quite good."

"You are generous." Yan Long turned his head and raised his eyebrows slightly: "He caused you to be in a coma for thirty years."

"For me, it's just a sleep." Yan Muyun said with a bitter smile.

Yan Long crossed his arms over his chest: "But my grandparents and my father have not forgiven him. You had been in a coma for two years at that time, and in their hearts, it was almost impossible for you to wake up."

Yan Muyun pursed his lips and sighed, "I'm sorry, I'm a bit selfish."

For him, he just slept. But for his parents and Yan Yiming, they almost completely lost their son and brother.

The atmosphere in the room became a little depressing, and the bright sunshine outside the window could not dispel this dull feeling.

"Let's go, you should be discharged from the hospital." Yan Long suddenly stood up straight.

...

After briefly rinsing his body, Yan Muyun put on a black short-sleeved shirt and off-white shorts. When he pushed open the door to the room, he found that the cheap nephew was already standing not far away waiting.

"Have the discharge procedures been completed?" He waved to the other party.

"There aren't many formalities, just the family members signing their names." Yan Long said calmly.

"Let's go then?

"Walk."

Yan Long took two steps, but suddenly stopped, half-turned around and looked over: "Do you believe it so much?"

"What did you believe?"

"I believed it and slept for thirty years."

"You are so interesting." Yan Muyun chuckled: "When I didn't believe it, you tried every means to make me believe it. I finally believed it, but you didn't believe it and I really believed it."

"I just thought... I thought you would at least let me show you pictures of my grandparents, or maybe my dad."

Yan Muyun didn't speak, just grinned slightly.

Yan Taki suddenly understood that it wasn't that the other party didn't want to see the photo, but that he didn't want to see it, or didn't dare to see it.

Because when you really see something, some cruel truth will be confirmed, and there will be no room for change.

"Why do you need to see the photo? Your face is enough. You are from the Lao Yan family at first glance." Yan Muyun laughed heartily and reached out to pat his shoulder.

Yan Long did not expose him and walked forward expressionlessly.

The two came to the entrance of the nursing home. They met not many staff members along the way, but almost everyone had to look at Yan Muyun twice.

"After sleeping for thirty years, I am considered a rare animal." Yan Muyun laughed at himself.

"I'm going to get something." Yan Long greeted him, then walked to the locker in the corner and took out a black suitcase.

Yan Muyun took a curious look and asked, "What is this?"

"Work supplies."

"You're only 18 and you already have a job?"

"It's an internship, I guess. I'll go to college after the summer vacation."

The two of them chatted for a while, walking along the white stone path paved on the lawn and walking around to the parking lot behind the nursing home.

"I thought the means of transportation would be more advanced, such as spaceships, anti-gravity vehicles and the like."

Looking at the black motorcycle in front of him, Yan Muyun smacked his lips.

He had to admit that this motorcycle was very handsome. It had a matte black paint surface and gold-red textures. It looked quite domineering, but it lacked the sense of technology that he was most looking forward to.

"There are some of the things you mentioned, but they are very expensive."

Yan Taki took off the helmet from the handlebar, handed it over, and then said calmly: "I didn't expect you to wake up today, so I only have one helmet. You wear it first. This nursing home is located in the suburbs. I will wait until the city. buy one."

"Oh." Yan Muyun took the helmet and asked with some confusion, "Can't the dignified deputy director afford it?"

"My dad does have an air-land car distributed by the state, but he won't let me drive it for fear of causing bad effects." Yan Long sat astride the motorcycle and looked back at him:

"Besides, do you think this nursing home is cheap?"

Yan Muyun: "..."

"This is the highest-level nursing home funded by the state. Only family members of government officials are allowed to stay. Although my father can get some fee reductions, living here for nearly ten years is still a huge expense."

Yan Muyun didn't dare to speak anymore, and sat astride the motorcycle seat in silence, then reached out and grabbed the other person's shoulders.

"Are you seated?"

"etc."

"Huh?" Yan Long tilted his head slightly.

"Will I be in the news?" Yan Muyun pointed at his nose through the motorcycle helmet and said in a low voice: "I have been sleeping for thirty years and suddenly woke up. How can it be considered big news?"

"Probably not. After all, we are all government workers here. There must still be a certain degree of confidentiality. There should be no media that can easily obtain your information."

"Oh." Yan Muyun nodded.

"No more questions."

"It seems you haven't inserted the key yet."

"This does not require a key. There is a biometric information entry function on the handlebar. I just need to hold it to unlock and start."

"oh."

"No more questions?"

"Gone."

The black motorcycle made a low roar and drove along the road out of the sanatorium.

"Yotaki?"

"how."

"Why is there no wind?" At this time, the motorcycle was driving very fast. Yan Muyun stretched out a hand, but he felt nothing.

"Windproof function, there are blow holes on the front of the motorcycle, which can offset the opposing airflow during driving and form a wind shield."

"Wow, it feels so high-end."

"Technology from more than ten years ago."

Yan Muyun didn't say another word during the rest of the journey.

...

About ten minutes later, a majestic steel jungle appeared in their sight.

Yan Muyun looked at the scene in the distance quietly, his heart beating slightly faster.

He had seen this scene before, but it was in some science fiction movies and TV shows.

Only when this extremely oppressive building actually appears in real life can humans feel the purest and most authentic sense of admiration and a touch of fear.

As we get closer to the city, there are more and more vehicles on the road. Most of them have shapes that Yan Muyun has never seen before. Some are exquisite and technological, and some are ugly.

Occasionally, a black shadow would streak across the sky, but because it moved so fast, he could never see what it looked like.

Viewed from a high altitude, countless small black spots slowly moved forward on the road, moving forward, and finally disappeared into the endless gray-white steel mouth.