2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

2022, on the evening of June 28.

The night view of the city outside the window gradually became closer, and as the seat beneath him trembled, the plane landed smoothly.

Yan Muyun rubbed his numb ears, stood up, and took down the suitcase above his head. Amidst the stewardess's sweet announcement, he was carried by the crowd towards the cabin door.

He is 21 years old and has just returned from studying in the UK.

At present, he only has an undergraduate diploma, and he will need to go there to continue his master's degree next year, so he doesn't have much of the "graduation anxiety" of other college students.

According to the markings on the ticket, Yan Muyun came to the luggage belt No. 5 with ease and lifted the two boxes that were slowly rotating on the track with each hand.

When he walked to the arrival hall of the airport, he stood on tiptoes and saw his family members who came to greet him.

His father saw him almost at the same time. This nearly fifty-year-old man almost jumped up. His usually serious face was now smiling, and he waved vigorously in this direction.

Then his mother and brother also saw him, cheering quietly and came towards him.

Yan Muyun chuckled and walked over there dragging the two suitcases.

"Brother." The younger brother came over first and took one of the boxes.

They are four years apart. Before Yan Muyun went to college, the little guy was half a head shorter than him, but now he is slightly taller than him.

Although the two are brothers, they are quite different in appearance and personality.

Yan Muyun has a gentle and generous personality. He has been working out since high school. Because he is born with a relatively large frame, he looks quite strong even if he practices blindly every now and then.

He was the type who accidentally rear-ended his car while driving on the road, and the other party did not dare to ask for compensation first.

My younger brother Yan Yiming is now seventeen years old and will go to college this year.

And his personality is the kind that he has fun with the friends he knows, and he can often be at the center of the social circle. However, when facing strangers or elders, his behavior will be very reserved.

Compared with his brother, he is tall and slender, and looks like a rather shy big boy next door.

"Brother, have you gained weight again?" Yan Yiming chuckled.

Yan Muyun curled his lips and said a little helplessly: "I have no choice. In order to study for my graduation thesis, I haven't been to the gym much recently."

He has the kind of physique where gaining weight is easy but losing weight is difficult. As long as you eat three meals a day normally, you can gain five or six pounds in two weeks.

"Don't go to the gym. The beach near our home is very suitable for running. If you go for a run every day, you will lose weight." Li Hui said nonchalantly, reaching out to pick up another box from her eldest son.

This simple middle-aged woman is neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. She has no makeup on her face and her naturally curly hair is tied into a simple ponytail. She has an approachable temperament.

Yan Muyun stepped aside slightly and said with a smile, "Mom, I can just take this myself."

The father walked behind him and pulled the strap of the backpack on his son's shoulder: "Give this to me."

Yan Muyun did not refuse his father's kindness anymore, and obediently allowed him to take off his backpack.

A family of four walked out of the airport lobby in a lively manner and came to the parking lot outside.

Li Hui pressed the car key. The front and rear lights of the car on the left flashed twice, and a subtle lock-jumping sound came from inside.

This pale gold Beijing Hyundai has been with them for five or six years. It has a "Xiang" brand on it because it was originally bought in Hunan.

Over the years, my father, Yan Guocheng, changed his job twice, from the departmental principal of one international high school, to the vice principal of another international high school, and finally to the chief principal of a third international high school.

So it followed the family from Hunan to Shanghai, and finally came to Menxia.

In this city where the streets are full of "Fujian" license plates, this car with a "Hunan" license plate seems a bit lonely.

As a principal, Yan Guocheng has been very busy with work these years and has not had the opportunity to learn to drive. Yi Ming has just grown up and has not yet had time to learn. The only ones in the family who can drive are Yan Muyun and Li Hui.

Because she felt sorry for her son who was tired from the journey, Li Hui naturally couldn't let him drive. As for Mu Yun, he sat in the back seat with great peace of mind.

On the way home, the family talked a lot, and most of the topics revolved around Yan Muyun. For example, has he found a girlfriend, or has he encountered anything interesting abroad?

Most of these issues are of concern to Yan Guocheng and Li Hui. However, for the two brothers, they are now concerned about other things.

"You should have heard about it." Yan Muyun took his eyes away from the car window and turned to look at his brother beside him.

Yan Yiming raised his eyebrows and asked, "Brother, are you talking about the virus that has been circulating abroad recently?"

Li Hui, who was driving, was a little confused and asked aloud: "What's wrong?"

"This virus is different from the previous ones..." Yan Yiming wanted to explain, but was interrupted by his father.

"What's different about viruses? As long as they endanger human life and safety, they should be eliminated." Yan Guocheng's tone was quite firm.

Yan Muyun smiled slightly and continued on behalf of his younger brother: "Although this virus also has a certain fatality rate, I heard that anyone who survives will gain some kind of 'superpower'."

"Super power?" Yan Guocheng turned to look at his eldest son.

Yan Muyun flicked his cell phone, opened a foreign website with ease, handed it to his father, and explained:

"Our country's control is very strict and we rarely report such things. However, some foreign websites have been spreading the news for two or three days. According to statistics, there have been more than 1,200 cases of 'special patients' around the world."

Yan Guocheng is the principal of an international high school. He usually knows a lot about foreign news, but he has never heard of this incident.

He took the phone and looked at it, only to find that it was a little-known website.

There are several highly clicked videos on the homepage of the website, and their covers are quite eye-catching.

A blond boy lit a flame with his fingers and lit a pile of haystacks on fire.

There was an Indian whose half of his head turned into silver liquid, but the other half of his head was normal.

The most exaggerated thing is that a girl's mouth opened half the size of her body, as if she wanted to swallow the red car in front of her.

And so on and so forth.

While his father was browsing the page, Yan Muyun explained:

"According to the information on this page, this virus is currently called 'Sup001' by young people abroad. The infected person will have a severe fever, with the body temperature often exceeding 40 degrees Celsius. And if the patient can survive it, it seems that he will be able to acquire super powers. .”

"More than 40 degrees? Can a normal person bear it?" Li Hui couldn't help but exclaimed.

At this time, Yan Guocheng also frowned and roughly read the website pages, curled his lips, and returned the phone to his son:

"This kind of small website came out of nowhere. It has no authority at all. The video may have been produced by someone with bad intentions."

Yan Muyun shrugged and did not refute his father: "You're right, I don't actually believe it. Maybe it's just that these videos look too real. It can be said that there is no trace of Photoshop. That's why they are so popular abroad. .”

He considers himself a materialist and usually doesn't pay much attention to things involving strange powers and chaos.

The reason why he knew about the "Sup001" virus was only because of the link sent by his college classmates in the WeChat group two days ago, and he learned about this newly created niche website.

Thinking of this, Yan Muyun suddenly remembered something and turned to look at his brother: "How did you know about this?"

Domestic Internet control is very strict. It stands to reason that an ordinary high school student should not be able to access this kind of messy information at will.

"I'm going to study abroad in September this year, so I wanted to pay attention to foreign affairs in advance, but by accident I found this." Yan Yiming grinned.

The airport is not far from home, only about twenty minutes' drive. The car soon drove into an underground garage in a community.

When getting out of the car, Yan Muyun just stood up when he suddenly felt dizzy and lost his balance. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold the car door to prevent him from sitting back down.

"What's wrong, Dabao?" Yan Guocheng noticed his son's strange behavior and asked with concern.

Yan Muyun touched his forehead with the back of his hand, feeling slightly hot, with a helpless smile on his face: "I may have super powers soon."