2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"Everything I told you about my dad, especially my thoughts and opinions about him, please remember not to speak out."

Yan Long looked at Yan Muyun with an extremely serious expression.

The two of them were standing next to a fountain carved in white stone, with towering buildings in front of them.

"Otaki, some things require more communication. Especially the relationship between children and parents. Many times it is because they cannot understand each other and are unwilling to sit down to discuss and explain, which leads to more and more rifts. Big. You listen to my uncle, his undergraduate major is education..."

"If you say one more word, I will make your quilt two hundred times heavier tonight."

Yan Muyun shuddered and shut his mouth obediently.

The two walked into the building and stepped into the elevator one after the other. Yan Long pressed the 112th floor on the electronic screen inside.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's so high." Yan Muyun reached out and fiddled with the screen, and the page slid to the top. The building's highest height was 150 floors.

The elevator climbed quickly, and outside the window was a complicated overpass, like an intricate spider web, weaving through the gaps in the sky-high steel jungle, connecting high-rise buildings and half-suspended squares in the air.

With a soft "ding" sound, the elevator reached the 112th floor and the door slowly opened.

There seemed to be three households on this floor. After Yantaki stepped out of the elevator, he walked towards the dark brown heavy wooden door on the right side of the corridor.

"Tomorrow I will take you to the property management office to enter your biometric information, otherwise you won't even be able to get in the elevator." Yan Long said while holding the door handle.

After waiting for about half a second, there was a soft click from the door and the lock opened.

Yanlong opened the door, and when he took the first step into the room, the lights slowly turned on, and gradually turned from dim to bright, giving the human eye a process of adaptation.

"Oh, it's really big." Yan Muyun sighed with emotion.

The entrance is square and wide, and the living room is conservatively estimated to be about 100 square meters. It has light brown solid wood floors and a huge floor-to-ceiling window at the end. Outside the window is the city scenery at dusk.

On the left wall is a huge built-in black display screen, occupying two-thirds of the entire wall. The right side is mainly equipped with sofas and seats. The thick curtains behind are half open, and you can faintly see that it is also a floor-to-ceiling window.

"What do you want to eat?" Yan Long changed into his slippers and threw a pair of slippers on the ground next to him.

However, at this moment, Yan Muyun suddenly noticed something was wrong.

He recalled what Yan Long had said since he woke up until now, and finally determined that the other party had never mentioned a person who should have existed, a person who was logically very important and indispensable.

Yan Muyun turned to look at his eldest nephew beside him, carefully considered his tone, and asked slowly: "What about that? Excuse me, are my...sister-in-law not at home?"

Yan Taki stiffened slightly, but without stopping, he put the shoes he took off into the shoe cabinet on the left side of the entrance, then straightened up: "I don't have a mother."

"Ah?" Yan Muyun was slightly startled.

Did he die? No, if he died, Yan Taki wouldn't say that he "didn't have" a mother. Maybe this woman had done something that deeply hurt the family, so he refused to acknowledge the existence of his mother...

Seeing the complicated expression on his face, Yan Long didn't know what weird things this guy was thinking about. He frowned slightly and said, "Don't get me wrong, I meant it literally."

"Explain to me, what's going on?" Yan Muyun also changed into his slippers and followed.

Yan Long paused for a moment, his head hanging slightly and he stopped in place.

"Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't want to say it." Yan Muyun quickly changed his tune.

"Sit down first." Yan Long pointed to the sofa not far away, then walked straight into the kitchen and took out two bottles of juice from the refrigerator.

Yan Muyun grinned behind him, and then sat down very obediently, like a primary school student who had done something wrong.

Yan Taki threw over a bottle of juice and sat on the sofa diagonally opposite.

"At that time, it was probably around 2030. Perhaps due to gender opposition, pressure on young people to survive and other issues, the fertility rate and marriage rate were declining almost year after year. Later, the 'artificial breeding' policy was opened. Regardless of gender, only sperm or... The eggs can be paired and bred in the hospital's gene bank."

"I don't know the more specific situation, but it's actually not a big deal. This kind of thing was not uncommon in my dad's era." Yan Long pursed his lips.

Yan Muyun opened his mouth, but finally remained silent.

Yan Taki raised his head and took a sip of juice, then asked the previous question again: "What to eat?"

"Whatever, I'm not picky, I like to eat everything." Yan Muyun waved his hand.

Yan Taki stood up and glanced sideways at him: "You have been sleeping for thirty years, and this is the first meal you have when you wake up."

"Then it really needs to be more meaningful."

Yan Muyun rubbed his chin, thought for a while, and said, "Braised pork and braised chicken, can you make it?"

These were the two dishes he ordered most often in Chinese restaurants when he was studying abroad, and they were also the two dishes that best alleviated his homesickness (greedy).

"There is no pork at home." Yan Long thought for a while, then turned and walked into the kitchen.

After more than ten seconds, he stuck his head out and said, "There are no more chickens."

Yan Muyun: "..."

"Wait in the living room for a while. The pork and chicken will be delivered in about ten minutes." Yan Long walked out of the kitchen, wiped his hands on his pants, then turned and walked into the back bedroom.

When he came out again, there was a translucent black rectangular object in his hand.

"You should know how to use a mobile phone, right?"

Yan Muyun looked at him sincerely: "I have slept for thirty years, not three hundred years."

"Warwick's product was made two years ago. This is what I used before. Now it has been restored to factory settings. You can use it first." Yan Long threw the phone away.

"Warwick is still there, okay, okay, I used their mobile phone thirty years ago." After Yan Muyun reached out to catch it, he found that it was surprisingly light. He thought the other party had thrown a plastic model to tease him.

However, he quickly rejected this idea. His younger brother might do such boring things, but this eldest nephew who didn't say many cold words in front of him couldn't do it.

"The power button is at the top." After saying this, Yan Long turned around and walked into the kitchen.

Yan Muyun looked at the phone and saw that the whole thing was completely natural with no joints and gaps. It was like a work of art.

"I woke up like a country bumpkin."

He smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly and pressed the power button.

There was a flash of light on the screen, but what appeared was not the expected eight-petal flower animation startup page.

"Huh? After so many years, has the Warwick logo changed so much?"

On the screen of the mobile phone, a man wearing a white hood appeared, revealing half of his dark face and no facial features.

Under this avatar, there are two words written in regular ink letters.

"Jieke."

Further down, there are two blanks that need to be filled in, namely user name and ability.

Before Yan Muyun could react, the four bold words "Silver Guard" slowly appeared in the column of abilities.