2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

The next morning.

On the high-speed floating car, Yan Muyun found a comfortable position and leaned on the back of the chair, and asked, "So, you woke up before I returned to China?"

The middle-aged man sitting opposite him was in a neat suit and had a resolute face. No one would have thought that these two people could be brothers, and moreover, the young man in his early 20s was the elder brother.

"Yes." Yan Yiming nodded.

He still clearly remembers that his first exposure to superpower events was 30 years ago, in March of 2022.

That night, a classmate in the class group sent a link to a foreign country and said mysteriously: "The world is going to be different soon."

Yan Yiming downloaded the VPN from the Internet, clicked on the link, and found that it was a video website.

Unlike other video websites, there are no video categories on this website, and there are only about two hundred videos in total.

Looking back now, this video website seems to be the predecessor of today's "Jieke".

After opening the door to this new world, Yan Yiming almost quickly became addicted to it. He spent almost all his free time watching various super power videos and visiting related forums.

After all, he is a teenager, and his energy and curiosity are boundless.

Until one day, he got a fever.

At that time, Yan Yiming was playing outside with his classmates. Before parting, he noticed something strange about his body, so he found a hotel nearby and stayed.

He didn't go home. He only sent a message to his parents saying that he would stay at a friend's house tonight.

Because just three days ago, a Spanish man burst into intense flames after "awakening" and burned his family and neighbors to death. There is no shortage of such posts on various foreign superpower forums.

Yan Yiming actually didn't know if he had a normal fever or if he was really about to become a so-called "super human".

The reason why he subconsciously preferred the latter was that, in addition to the young man's unwillingness to be ordinary, it was also because in his memory he had never experienced an environment with a large temperature difference, but had a fever for no reason.

Facts have proved that his somewhat unreasonable guess finally became a reality.

...

"So, you can control gravity?" Yan Muyun leaned forward slightly and said with interest, "I just listened to you talk about the past last night, but I haven't seen your powers yet."

Yan Yiming smiled slightly: "Find something to hold on to."

Yan Muyun quickly reached out and grabbed the handle of the car door. The next second, he found that his butt had left the seat and his body was floating faintly.

"It's amazing." He sighed in admiration.

"In addition to eliminating gravity, I can also increase it." Yan Yiming pressed down with his right hand.

Yan Muyun fell down again, and the leather seat sank slightly under the pressure, as if his whole body was firmly held down by an invisible force.

He wanted to raise his hand, but it felt as if there was a bag of cement pressing on his arm, and he couldn't even move his fingers.

"Okay...ok...let me go..."

"What did you say?" Yan Yiming leaned forward slightly, as if he didn't hear clearly, but the faint smile on his lips revealed something.

Yan Long looked at the two of them from the side, curling the corners of his mouth downwards.

In his mind, his father always had a serious image of being unsmiling, whether outside or at home. Under the influence of the other party, his character has also been a bit cold since he was a child.

However, in front of this uncle, he behaved quite easy-going, even a little childish.

The speed of the float vehicle gradually slowed down, and the destination was reached.

The weather is great today, the sun is bright and the breeze is refreshing.

Behind the large open iron gate not far away, there is an endless green lawn as far as the eye can see, as well as densely packed gray and white stone monuments standing on it.

The scattered figures inside were either holding flowers or squatting in front of a certain stone monument, and most of them had solemn faces.

After Yan Muyun got out of the car, he took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled it, as if he had made some kind of determination: "Let's go."

The three of them walked into the depths of the cemetery.

After turning two corners, climbing over a hill, and entering a fork in the road, no one spoke on the way.

Yan Yiming, who was walking at the front, slowed down and finally stopped in front of two black stone tablets of the same style.

He knelt down with a smile on his face: "Dad, Mom, I brought my brother to see you."

Yan Taki walked over from the side, bent down to pick up the withered bouquet on the stone steps in front of the monument, and then placed the flowers in his hand on it.

Yan Muyun stood behind them, looking at the two stone tablets in front of him expressionlessly.

Engraved on it were the names of his parents, whom he was all too familiar with.

Yan Yiming understood his brother's character and reached out to pat his son on the shoulder: "Let's go over there first."

When he walked to the corner, Yan Taki couldn't help but glance back, only to see that figure kneeling down towards the two tombstones, his forehead pressed tightly to the ground, and he lay still for a long time, like a stone statue.

...

The father and son walked to a tree on the side of the road and stopped.

Yan Yiming crossed his arms on his chest, looked at his son, and asked, "You're not used to it. There is such an uncle suddenly in the family."

Yan Long shook his head: "After the third year of junior high school, I went to that nursing home almost every week, so I am no longer a stranger to him."

As his grandparents grew older, Yan Yiming became busier and busier at work. The task of checking on the comatose Yan Muyun every week fell on Yan Long early on.

"Thanks to you for all your hard work these years."

"nothing."

After a short conversation, the father and son fell into silence.

Yan Yiming suddenly realized that he didn't seem to understand the other person.

It's a bit funny to say that as a father, he has almost no clue what is going on in his son's mind.

In his impression, Yan Taki seemed to have never been rebellious.

Not only has he been very sensible and obedient since he was a child, and has never caused any trouble, he also has excellent academic performance and is very clear about his life goals.

Just like this internship with the Special Branch and the university he will attend in the future, these were all planned by him, and he barely participated in them.

There is certainly some influence here from his father Yan Guocheng, after all, he is an old principal who has been engaged in education for decades, but there must also be Yan Long's own personality factors.

After all, my brother and I had a lot of trouble in high school.

Yan Yiming cast his eyes into the distance and smiled to himself.

An incompetent father has a son with no shortcomings.

But the only problem is that Yan Taki's character seems a bit too cold.

Yan Yiming clearly remembered that when his parents passed away one after another, although his son's expression during those days was more serious than before, and he would purse his lips tightly from time to time, he did not shed a single tear.

...

About half an hour later, when the two came back, the two stone tablets that were slightly dusty had been wiped clean, and the dark stone slabs could even reflect the clear faces of the people.

"Let's go?" Yan Muyun smiled at them, looking very open-minded, but his eye circles were red.

Yan Yiming looked at his watch and nodded: "Let's go, I'll take you two home first, and then I'll go to work."

At this point, he seemed to have thought of something, and turned to look at his son: "I forgot to ask last night, don't you have to go to internship today?"

"I asked for leave yesterday." Yan Long said calmly.

"It would be nice if I could take leave when I want." Yan Yiming sighed.

After all, his position is too important. Even if he has two weekends off on weekdays, it is rare to get a real day off.

"But," Yan Yiming suddenly raised his voice slightly and raised his eyebrows: "I will try to get off work as early as possible today, and the three of us will go out for a nice meal."

...

The floating car stopped at the gate of the community, and Yan Long and Yan Muyun got out of the car.

After returning home, Yan Muyun changed into his slippers and lay unsteadily on the sofa. His eyes were empty and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Yan Long walked to the opposite side of him and said expressionlessly: "Follow me."

Yan Muyun raised his head, his expression a little confused: "What are you doing?"

"Take you to meet your grandparents."