2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"Why do you think I can persuade her?"

"Because, I think...she might like you."

Yan Muyun subconsciously sat up straight, and it took him two seconds to react. He smiled dryly and waved his hands: "You are overthinking."

"I also wish I had thought more." Zhang Feiyu was a little helpless. Based on his understanding of his daughter, this possibility was not small.

"I'm just an old antique from thirty years ago..."

"Come on, just tell me if you want to help."

The smile on Yan Muyun's face disappeared and he tilted his head slightly: "Why do you think I will help you?"

Zhang Feiyu remained silent, tapping his fingers on the table unconsciously, without any emotion on his face.

"Ahem, I'm going to the toilet." Tang Wuling coughed dryly and stood up, then left with a stiff movement.

The matter between these two people is too complicated, and it is inappropriate for him to be caught in the middle and speak for anyone.

Zhang Feiyu sighed: "Your mother..."

"You want to threaten me with her?" Yan Muyun narrowed his eyes.

Zhang Feiyu shook his head: "No, I just want to say, for the sake of helping you..."

Yan Muyun pursed his lips slightly: "If I hadn't lost those thirty years, nothing like today would have happened, right?"

Zhang Feiyu was silent for a moment and nodded: "Yes."

Yan Muyun tilted up his stool, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and shook it, with a playful expression on his face.

Tang Wuling, who was observing in the dark, suddenly felt a little funny. After all, there were not many people who dared to be so careless in front of the former head of Black Umbrella, and even fewer people could escape unscathed after having sex.

Zhang Feiyu's expression did not waver at all, and he said calmly: "I can try my best to make up for the thirty years you lost."

"Okay!" Yan Muyun's eyes lit up and he stood up quickly, as if he had been waiting for this sentence for a long time.

Zhang Feiyu raised his head slightly, his eyes calm.

He guessed that the other party would take the opportunity to put forward some conditions, but as long as he could change the stubborn girl's mind, he was willing to pay anything.

What's more, this is what I owe him.

As he grew older, struggled in society, and later had a family, Zhang Feiyu had long understood the choice made by Principal Zeng Yan.

He won't forgive, but he won't hold grudges either.

In contrast, there is an apology for the old classmates in front of me.

He didn't blame himself much, but he thought he should make some amends.

"So, what do you want?" Zhang Feiyu asked.

"Resurrect my parents and let them stay with me for another thirty years." Yan Muyun grinned, innocent and innocent.

Zhang Feiyu closed his eyes, his cheeks twitched, and his tone became low: "Yan Muyun, I am very serious now, please stop joking."

"I'm serious too." Yan Muyun stopped smiling and sat back in his chair.

Zhang Feiyu opened his eyes, and you could clearly see the anger contained in them: "I can give you whatever you want, ten million? Twenty million? Or fifty million? Money, power, status, I can even give you directly Your company..."

"Stop, stop it." Yan Muyun made a pause gesture with a wry smile on his face: "If you keep saying this, I will really get excited."

"Whatever you want, you can ask for it boldly." Zhang Feiyu leaned forward slightly, and his originally kind and kind face was now clouded and full of pressure.

"I was just joking with you, I didn't want to take the opportunity to get anything from you..."

Yan Muyun smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Zhang Xixue is my friend, and she knows nothing about what happened between the two of us, so she shouldn't be involved."

"You mean you will help with this?" Zhang Feiyu frowned slightly.

"No, I choose to respect her ideas."

Yan Muyun raised his stool again, tilted his head back and looked at the ceiling, and said in a tired tone: "You have established the relationship. Neither the Special Branch nor the police will arrest Zhang Xixue. I have no opinion on this point. The above It's up to you to think that what you provide is worth the price. I won't have an excessive sense of justice, and I must arrest the 'punisher' and so on..."

"But."

The stool fell to the ground, and Yan Muyun looked at the other party calmly: "If Zhang Xixue insists on surrendering and wants to pay the price for what he has done, then I don't think so either as a commissioner of the Special Branch or as a friend. I want to interfere with this decision.”

"It's not that I hate you that's why I don't persuade her. Don't think of me as being so petty. I just don't want to betray my current career and persuade a...criminal to escape the sanction of the law."

"I don't like that word." Zhang Feiyu clenched his fists.

"I don't like it either. I'll try not to say that again in the future." Yan Muyun followed the good advice.

Zhang Feiyu said solemnly: "Just because you are now an intern in the Special Branch Bureau, you have to watch your friend go to jail?"

He emphasized the word "intern" with a strong sarcasm in his tone.

"Even as an ordinary person, I would do this because it is wrong." Yan Muyun's expression did not change and he said: "This is like a friend taking drugs. As a friend, what I should do is call the police and send him to a drug rehabilitation center. , instead of trying to find a way to buy him drugs."

There were veins pulsing in Zhang Feiyu's forehead. The other party's words were alluding to Brother Zuo, insinuating that he and Wu Mian failed to stop him in the first place, which led to his death.

"In this matter, the most I can do is pretend to be ignorant. If surrendering is Zhang Xixue's own wish, I choose to respect her choice. It's that simple." Yan Muyun stood up, put his hands in his pockets, It seemed like he was getting ready to leave.

"You..." Zhang Feiyu wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by the other party raising his hand.

"Wait a moment, the leader's call." Yan Muyun blinked.

If Sun Shuli learned that the intern in his bureau interrupted the front handle of the black umbrella that was talking in order to answer his call, he didn't know how he would feel.

"Hey, Brother Sun."

"Mu Yun, the situation is urgent. Go back to the bureau immediately and wait for dispatch." The middle-aged man's voice on the other side of the phone was very serious.

Yan Muyun's heart tightened subconsciously, and he quickly asked, "Are Xiaotaki and Captain Wei okay?"

"They're fine. It's just that the mission has unexpected results. The situation is very complicated. I won't tell you anymore. Anyway, come back as soon as possible."

Sun Shuli hurriedly said these two sentences and hung up the phone.

"Sorry, the situation is urgent. Let's talk next time." Yan Muyun smiled politely at Zhang Feiyu and nodded, then trotted away.

Tang Wuling appeared from nowhere, stood opposite the man, looked at the back of the young man who pushed out the door with a smile, and said softly: "I have never understood that guy, sometimes he is so sentimental and ridiculous , sometimes rational and inexplicable. To be honest, if it were me, I would not drink that cup of coffee, but would throw the coffee in your face."

He only learned about the grudge between the two people an hour before the old classmates' reunion.

Zhang Feiyu originally did not intend to let Tang Wuling participate in this conversation, but he insisted on staying because he was afraid that they would fight.

However, both the process and the result are surprisingly harmonious.

"He and I have only been classmates for one year, and I don't have as many emotions as you. Now I just want to tear him apart." Zhang Feiyu looked gloomy.

"Tsk, tsk." Tang Wuling glanced sideways at him and smacked his lips: "Who knows who will tear whom."

Zhang Feiyu ignored his teasing, grabbed his head with little hair left with both hands, and closed his eyes tightly: "What should I do now? That girl is stubborn, maybe she will surrender tonight or tomorrow morning. "

"Go to Yan Muyun to persuade him." Tang Wuling blinked.

"What nonsense are you talking about..."

Zhang Feiyu stopped mid-sentence and raised his head slightly with a worried expression: "What if Wu Mian is discovered?"

"The only difference between you and Xiao Xixue is a chance to talk. So what if she is discovered? Just change her mind before she is discovered." Tang Wuling smiled.

...

Yan Muyun stood on the side of the road. He had taken an online taxi as soon as he left the store. It showed that the master would arrive in three minutes.

He didn't know how to smoke, but he wanted to smoke one.

If your life is a movie, then as the plot progresses to this point, you should probably stand in a crowded joint with a melancholy look on your face, holding a lit cigarette between your fingertips or in the corner of your mouth. It is best to shave around it. There will be a cold wind or a little rain.

Well, this lens is so artistic just thinking about it.

It's a pity that it is June and there is no cold wind.

The weather was sunny and no rain.

I don't know how to smoke, and I don't have any cigarettes.

...

Do I hate Zhang Yu? Maybe it's not to the level of "hate", but more of "resentment".

Yan Muyun found that his feelings for this old classmate were really complicated.

After all, his father made a decision that was sorry for him.

He tried to kill his father but failed.

He caused himself to sleep for thirty years, and when he woke up, he was separated from his parents forever. But his parents' consciousness was preserved by the organization he founded, and his mother's brain was recovered with his help. After all, I have left my thoughts behind in this world.

Guilt, anger, understanding, resentment...these emotions are entangled together to weave a huge maze, and my heart can't find the correct route in it.

Yan Muyun said that he would leave the choice of surrender to Zhang Xixue. This was both his true thoughts and a hastily made-up rhetoric in order to fly directly out of this oppressive and breathless maze.

A caller ID suddenly popped up again in the upper right corner of the glasses.

Is Brother Sun so anxious? Even if I go back, it will take time.

Um? wrong.

Yan Muyun took a closer look and saw that the name on the caller ID was "Liu Yuhang (Great Calligrapher)".

After answering the phone, a man's extremely frightened and urgent voice came from the other side:

"Commissioner Yanyanyanyan, I, I... we have just returned to Menxia City..."

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, speak slowly."

The man opposite took a deep breath and tried to suppress his emotions:

"Just, just now, Lele suddenly lay on the car glass and said...said..."

"Calm down, what did Lele say?"

"Lele said, said...'Dad, why is everyone turning red?'"