2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"Forget it, you guys come in first." The weapons master turned sideways with a grimace on his face and let the two of them enter the room.

Yan Muyun walked to the sofa but did not sit down. He frowned slightly and asked, "So, why did you admit defeat, and why did you ask me to come?"

"Oh, it's me." The weapons master pointed to his nose, with a look of anticipation on his face: "You really can't recognize who I am?"

After what he said, Yan Muyun really felt that this guy looked familiar, but after thinking hard, he couldn't remember who he was.

"Forget it, I won't embarrass you anymore. After all, I haven't seen you for thirty years. You look the same as before, but I have indeed changed too much." The weapons master shook his head with a wry smile and said:

"Prince, I am Tang Wuling."

"Tang Wuling? Tangtang?" Yan Muyun's eyes widened instantly.

"Hahahaha, it's really you!" The middle-aged man laughed a few times, stepped forward and hugged him very hard, and slapped him on the back with a loud sound.

Yan Taki stood aside with a confused expression. Things had developed completely beyond his understanding.

"Sit down, sit down, take a seat first." Tang Wuling warmly greeted the two of them to sit down and filled the glasses with wine.

Thirty years later, old friends reunited. The smile on Yan Muyun's face was completely genuine. He took his nephew and introduced him, "This is my high school classmate, best friend, and we have a close relationship."

Since he entered college, he has gradually lost contact with many of his high school classmates. Most of the time, he only chats with a few close friends including Tang Wuling on WeChat and makes appointments to play games together.

However, as time went by, only Tang Wuling was left.

The two of them only met no more than 5 times in the three years of college, but their relationship has always been good.

And the reason why they are so good friends can be said to be completely caused by "scolding each other".

Both Yan Muyun and Tang Wuling like to pay attention to hot social events and have their own opinions on many things. But after intense discussions (exchanges), we can often find a balance and understand each other's ideas.

After a lot of back and forth, the relationship between these two blushing and thick-necked guys who seemed to be always arguing to outsiders turned out to be the best.

In my memory, Tang Wuling was a thin man with fair skin and delicate appearance, so he was nicknamed "Tangtang" by his classmates.

He himself doesn't have any objection to this somewhat feminine name, because it is a way for everyone to express their love for him, and there is no subjective malice. Most other boys also use names such as "X girl" or "X baby" etc. A mess of nicknames.

Speaking of which, Yan Muyun's nickname "Prince" is relatively normal and nice.

"You suddenly disappeared after graduating from college. I asked your parents and they told me that you had become a vegetable. You can never imagine how shocked I was at that time."

Tang Wuling picked up the wine glass and drank it down, wiping the corners of his mouth: "I bought a plane ticket and flew over to see you the next day, and then I saw you lying motionless on the hospital bed, no matter how I shouted, No reaction at all..."

Yan Muyun sat aside and listened quietly, feeling a little surging in his heart.

A sudden reunion with an old friend made him realize once again how much he had lost during the thirty years he was in a coma.

"So, are you finally awake now?" Tang Wuling's eyes were extremely bright after drinking the wine, his legs were shaking subconsciously, and it could be seen that he was really excited.

"I'm awake. I just woke up a month ago." Yan Muyun smiled and nodded.

"Thirty years, being a vegetable for thirty years is so damn miserable." Tang Wuling smacked his tongue, raised his head and drank another glass of white wine.

Seeing this, Yan Muyun drank the wine in front of him, and then smiled and began to reveal the truth:

"I still remember when Jiebao celebrated his birthday, you drank a few cocktails and got drunk. You said it was not enough and wanted to fight with me. Then I went to the store next door and bought two bottles of Red Star Erguotou. Each of us blew one bottle at each other, and I drank When it’s over, you still have half a bottle left, and you end up drunk and unconscious on the floor, vomiting all over your body..."

"Hey, don't say this, don't say this."

Tang Wuling looked embarrassed and waved his hands repeatedly, then changed the subject and said, "By the way, why do you look so young? There is no difference at all from thirty years ago. I recognized you almost at first sight."

"I don't know." Yan Muyun shook his head: "Maybe my body has been 'sleeping' in those thirty years, as if it was frozen."

Tang Wuling opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. He held back one word for a long time: "Cow."

"What about you? Why did you come to Menxia City, and why did you become a cadre of the 'Black Umbrella'?" Yan Muyun asked about his old friend's experiences over the years.

Tang Wuling's expression was a little tangled, and after a moment of silence he gave an ambiguous answer:

"After I awakened my powers, I was young and frivolous, thinking about punishing evil and promoting good. Later, I got into trouble and couldn't stay in my hometown in Hunan. As for why I came to Menxia City , and why you joined the 'Black Umbrella'...don't ask me yet, it's not convenient for me to talk about these things at the moment."

"Yeah, okay." Yan Muyun didn't want to embarrass the other party, nodded and didn't ask any more questions, but in fact, he had vaguely guessed something in his heart.

"We meet again thirty years later. You are a white man and I am a gangster. What a trick of fate." Tang Wuling raised his glass and lay back, leaning on the sofa:

"Let's not talk about this today, just have a drink and catch up on old times!"

After saying that, he raised his head and drank another glass.

"I'm sorry..." Yan Muyun sighed, with a wry smile on his face and said, "I'm in some trouble now, and I'm not in the mood to reminisce about the past."

"What's the trouble? Is it related to the black umbrella?" Tang Wuling was a little surprised, put away his lazy posture and sat up straight.

"That's right." Yan Muyun pursed his lips.

His mood at this time was extremely complicated. He wanted to tell everything and see if his former friend was capable or willing to help him.

But at the same time, he was a little worried. After all, they hadn't seen each other for thirty years. Such a long time was enough to change too many people and things, so how could he guarantee that the other person would still be the same as he remembered it.

Tang Wuling saw what the other party was thinking, a helpless smile appeared on his face, and he shook his head gently: "I can understand if you don't want to say it."

Seeing his friend looking a little lonely, Yan Muyun couldn't bear it and lied: "It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that this is Black Umbrella's territory after all, and I'm a little afraid of being heard by others."

After hearing this, Tang Wuling's face turned bright and he said with a smile: "This is my exclusive room. I guarantee there will be no eavesdropping devices. If you are still worried..."

He stood up and stretched out his palm to the left: "You can come in here and talk."

The next moment, Yan Taki, who had remained silent from beginning to end, saw a familiar scene.

Not far away, a somewhat illusory "door" appeared out of thin air. The room behind the "door" was a completely different scene from the outside world.

There are beds, solid wood floors, desks and gaming chairs, monitors and game consoles on the table, and a shelf on the right side filled with all kinds of weird weapons.

"This is my ability, [different space]."

Next to the illusory door, the unshaven middle-aged man wearing a white training uniform smiled brightly, just like the heartless young man thirty years ago.