2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

In the center of endless darkness, inside the translucent barrier made of silver hexagons, a naked young man sat hugging his knees, his eyes empty and dull.

He didn't know how long he had been here, maybe a second, maybe a year, maybe ten years, maybe from birth to now.

who I am? Why am I here?

When this question appeared in his mind, something seemed to be broken.

A bright red petal separated from his forehead, drifted upwards and outwards, and finally hit the silver-white barrier.

As if red ink dripped into clear water, the red color spread out, and the silver-white barrier turned into a blood-like color in an instant.

...

This room feels so strange, it looks simple yet high-end.

This was the first thought that popped into Yan Muyun's mind after he opened his eyes.

From his perspective, he was lying inside a transparent glass cover. Several slender transparent tubes protruded from unknown white instruments, connected to his limbs and waist and abdomen, transporting liquids of different colors.

Other than that, there was nothing else in this room, and it was so empty that it made people feel lonely.

Light blue curtains were tied on both sides of the window, and the sunlight slanted in from the outside, casting diamond-shaped light marks on the off-white walls.

Yan Muyun yawned and wanted to continue sleeping for a while.

The bed was very comfortable, so comfortable that he didn't bother to think about where it was and why he was here.

At this moment, a subtle pulley sound sounded, as if the door was opened.

Who is the one? Mom, dad, or that guy Yan Yiming?

This is a bit like a hospital, maybe a nurse or a doctor.

Yan Muyun raised his eyebrows, an idea came to his mind, and he closed his eyes again.

The footsteps were steady, neither fast nor slow, and did not sound like a woman's.

When I was a child, I stayed up late every day for a period of time, so I was very familiar with the sound of my father's footsteps, and this person was definitely not him.

Yan Muyun quietly opened his eyes a crack and saw a tall and straight figure wearing white short-sleeves standing beside his bed, bending slightly and looking at the instruments next to him attentively.

He saw the man's profile. He was indeed his younger brother, Yan Yiming.

"drop."

After a crisp electronic beep, although Yan Muyun closed his eyes tightly, he still felt that the glass cover covering his body seemed to be slowly opening.

Do you want to shout louder later? I don’t know how good the sound insulation is in this hospital. It may be too loud and may affect other patients. But if you speak too quietly, it won’t mean anything. You probably won’t scare that kid...

Just as Yan Muyun was thinking wildly, he felt a pair of big hands grab the waistband of his pants.

This guy wants to change my clothes? Have I been in a coma for several days? Are you even lying down to the point where you need to change clothes?

Besides, my parents should be the ones to change my clothes. Since when did this brat become so good at taking care of others?

Yan Muyun didn't think too much about these issues, because if he hesitated for just one more second, his pants would be completely pulled off.

He propped up the bed with both hands and sat up directly. At the same time, he breathed from the inside out and shouted out loud:

"Hey!"

This little prank was more successful than expected.

"ah!!"

Yan Yiming's body trembled violently as if he was electrocuted, and he almost screamed. Then he waved his hands randomly, took several steps back, and finally fell to the floor.

Yan Muyun didn't expect that his brother would be so frightened by him, so he didn't bother to laugh at him at the moment and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

However, the other person seemed to be frightened and sat on the floor with his body leaning back, his eyes wide open, his mouth wide open, and he did not respond at all to his inquiry.

"Yan Yiming?" Yan Muyun waved his hand and called softly.

At this time, he became nervous, fearing that something would happen to his brother if he frightened him.

At this moment, Yan Muyun reacted, smacked his lips, and cursed with a smile: "Stop acting. I know you did it on purpose. You want to scare me in turn."

But even though he was "exposed", Yan Yiming still maintained his original posture, and the look of shock on his face did not diminish at all. This somewhat strange scene finally made Yan Muyun realize that something was wrong.

"You guy..."

Before he finished speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by a soft female mechanical voice: "The whole body examination is over. The patient is fully awake and there are no hidden dangers. Do you want to stop the life support device?"

Life support device? Is it this big glass dome, and these tubes on me?

Yan Muyun blinked and said tentatively, "Then stop."

A few seconds after the words fell, the ceiling suddenly moved to both sides, revealing two black gaps, and then, two pure white mechanical arms with a full sense of technology hung down from them.

"Wucao, what the hell is this?" Yan Muyun was so shocked that he almost subconsciously uttered the essence of the Chinese nation.

A mechanical arm stretched out in front of the white instrument and tapped it a few times. The valve at the end of the transparent catheter was closed, and the flow of liquids of different colors stopped.

The other mechanical arm hung down in front of Yan Muyun, and a smaller mechanical deputy split off its side.

The main hand pulled out the tubes on his body one by one with great dexterity, while the deputy applied a yellow translucent gel substance on it, which was refreshing and cool, but quite comfortable.

The whole process took less than ten seconds. When the robotic arm retracted into the ceiling, Yan Muyun even began to suspect that he had not yet woken up.

He had only seen the scene like that in Hollywood science fiction movies before.

This hospital must be... expensive, right?

There is such a high-end hospital in Menxia. Why haven't I heard of it before?

He quietly twisted his thigh, but he couldn't control the force and gasped in pain: "Hiss."

"hiss."

Yan Muyun followed the sound and saw Yan Yiming still sitting on the floor with one hand pinching his thigh.

He was a little amused: "This must not be the first time you have seen this mechanical arm, why are you still so surprised?"

The other party did not respond to his words, but stood up silently.

Seeing his brother's embarrassed look, Yan Muyun was quite amused and said jokingly: "Yan Yiming, you are now an adult, can you be more courageous?"

The young man frowned, not knowing what he was thinking. After a long time, he sighed: "I'm not Yan Yiming."

"Aren't you Yan Yiming?" Yan Muyun's eyes widened and he tilted his head slightly.

After carefully looking at the other person, he realized that although the young man in front of him was roughly similar to his younger brother, he had a straighter figure, a slightly pointed face, and deeper facial features.

"If you are not Yan Yiming, then who are you and why do you look so similar to him?"

The moment he asked this question, Yan Muyun had already calculated countless possibilities in his mind.

Is he some distant cousin I've never met? Or is it the illegitimate son of dad's second brother, or the illegitimate son of dad's third brother? Could it be that he is dad's...

"I am Yan Yiming's son, Yan Long."

The young man straightened his clothes and looked over with a complicated expression:

"First meeting, uncle."

A dead silence fell on the room.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Muyun swallowed hard and asked, "How old are you this year?"

Yan Long pursed his lips: "17."

Yan Muyun slapped his thigh and laughed, "What a coincidence. I'm four years older than your dad, and I happen to be four years older than you."