2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

When he saw his parents' tombstones, Yan Muyun didn't feel sad. He just felt as if a large piece of his heart had been cut out. It didn't hurt, but it felt empty.

After kowtowing, he didn't know what to do, so he just sat there quietly.

His thoughts were like kites with broken strings, flying around aimlessly. It wasn't until Yan Yiming and Yan Long came to his side that he came back to his senses, and then realized that the corners of his eyes had become moist at some point.

On the way home, he was in this state the whole time, silent, neither sad nor happy.

It wasn't until Yan Taki spoke and said something incomprehensible that his thoughts were brought back to reality from the clouds.

"What are you talking about?" Yan Muyun was shocked. The original sadness in his heart disappeared instantly, and he looked at the other party with great vigilance.

"Take you to meet your grandparents." Yan Long repeated with an indifferent expression.

"Do you want to listen to what you are saying?" Yan Muyun turned on the recording function of his phone.

Yan Taki ignored him, turned and walked towards his room.

After these two days of getting along, Yan Muyun finally understood this young man's character and knew that he would not make such a joke casually, so he hurriedly got up from the sofa.

"Hey, are you serious?"

Yan Long stopped at the door of the room and turned to look at him: "Yeah."

Seeing his serious expression, Yan Muyun's heart beat faster immediately. After swallowing, he followed without hesitation.

Yantaki's bedroom is the smallest one in the house, but it is about 20 square meters and looks very spacious.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, including a wardrobe, bed, a set of black tables and chairs, as well as a lamp and computer above.

Yantaki opened the closet. There was a lot of space inside, but only about one-third of the space was for hanging clothes, and the rest was empty.

He opened the drawer on the inner mezzanine and took out a palm-sized silver-white square box.

The surface of the box was glowing blue, and it looked like it was some kind of machine, and it was still on.

Yan Muyun on the side frowned and tried to make a guess: "Is this a data disk, with holographic projections of my parents in it?"

Yan Taki didn't answer him, he just put the silver square box on the desk, then opened the drawer and took out a black mechanical helmet from it.

Yan Muyun recalled the science fiction novels he had read before and took a deep breath: "Could it be said that current technology can already upload human consciousness to the Internet?"

Then he felt something was wrong: "No, then why didn't Yan Yiming tell me? Doesn't he know about this?"

"My dad really doesn't know." Yan Long finally spoke, his voice a little low: "And you must not tell him."

However, Yan Muyun's focus at this time was not this: "Has my parents' consciousness really been uploaded to the Internet?"

"You'll know after you go in and see for yourself." Yan Long handed over the helmet.

Yan Muyun did not take the helmet, but looked at the other person deeply: "Yan Long, you know how important this matter is to me."

"You won't be disappointed." Yan Long looked directly into his eyes.

Yan Muyun's fists clenched and then relaxed, and his palms were already a little wet.

After taking a deep breath, he finally took the helmet and lay on the bed wearing it.

"It's time to start the link. You may feel a little dizzy for a while. Don't resist this feeling. After your field of vision turns dark, blink twice and you will find yourself in a completely unfamiliar environment."

After Yan Taki gave some brief instructions, he seemed to press a button on his helmet with a soft "click" sound.

"Face scan completed, ready to log in."

The mechanically synthesized electronic sound rang in his ears, and the next second, Yan Muyun felt a buzzing sound coming from the depths of his head. His vision gradually became dim, and finally fell into deep darkness.

This feeling is very strange. It seems that I have fallen asleep, but my consciousness is still awake.

And then it's like...blink twice?

Yan Muyun blinked, but his eyes were still dark, so dark that he even doubted whether he had blinked.

Then he blinked a second time.

"sign in suceesfully."

A soft electronic female voice sounded from the depths of Yan Muyun's mind. The next moment, he found that he was no longer in Yan Long's bedroom, not even lying down.

At this time, he was standing in the middle of a wide room.

Yan Muyun looked down and found that the original clothes on his body had disappeared and turned into white loose robes.

Not far in front of him, there was a huge floor-to-ceiling window. Outside was a lake as clear as a mirror. There were two green pine trees, one large and one small, on both sides. On the other side of the lake were the rolling mountains covered with white snow.

Bibibubu's voice came from his side. He turned around and saw that it was a classical fireplace made of red bricks, with orange flames burning inside.

Not far from the fireplace, a figure was lying on a rocking chair, holding a thick book in his hand.

Before Yan Muyun could see clearly who was sitting on top, a soft and clear female voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Xiaotaki, have you come in to see your grandparents again? You are busy studying and working every day now, so you don't have to worry too much about us. We are living a good life here."

Although this voice is somewhat unfamiliar, it is more of an indescribable sense of familiarity.

Yan Muyun turned around stiffly and saw a delicate woman in her twenties standing on the stairs, looking at him with gentle eyes.

However, the tenderness in the other person's eyes quickly disappeared, and was almost instantly filled with complex emotions such as disbelief, confusion, joy, panic, etc.

Yan Muyun suddenly remembered that there was a photo album in the mansion in his hometown, which was filled with photos of himself and his brother when they were young, as well as photos of his parents when they were young.

The woman in front of her looked exactly like her mother, Li Hui, when she was young.

Yan Muyun's eyes were sore and he felt a tear slipping down his cheek. He reached out to wipe it, but he didn't touch anything, not even the touch of skin.

"D...Dabao? Is it really you?" The woman grasped the railing tightly with both hands, her figure swaying, as if she was about to fall from it in the next second.

After hearing the other party's name, Yan Muyun finally confirmed that the person in front of him was really his mother.

"Mom." He almost whispered the word.

He originally thought they were separated from each other, but suddenly they reunited, making him suspect that he was just dreaming.

"Mu Yun?"

A rich male voice came from behind. Yan Muyun turned around and saw that the figure beside the fireplace had stood up.

That's right, that's his father Yan Guocheng.

Although he looks much younger than he remembers now, he is only in his thirties, so the difference from before is not too big.

"Dad." Yan Muyun waved to him, then turned to look at his mother on the stairs, grinning: "Mom, I'm getting up."

...

I don't know when it started snowing outside the window, and it was falling one after another, covering the two green pines, one large and one small, by the lake with white gauze.

The three of them sat on the sofa. Considering their son's feelings, Yan Guocheng and Li Hui had already returned to their fifty-year-old appearance, while Mu Yun was sandwiched between them like hamburger meat.

"Mom and dad, don't worry. For me, these thirty years have been like sleeping. There is nothing difficult."

Yan Muyun was a little bit dumbfounded. In more than two hours of chatting, he had emphasized this point for the third time.

"That's good, that's good." Even without any tactile feedback, Li Hui still held her son's hand tightly, as if she was afraid that he would disappear in the next second.

At this time, Yan Guocheng had recovered from the initial shock and joy. As a father, the mainstay, and the former head of the family, he is obviously more realistic and rational than his wife: "Mu Yun, what are your plans for the future?"

"Yan Guocheng, our son has just woken up. Can you please stop talking about such serious topics?" Li Hui stared with dissatisfaction.

Yan Muyun smiled, very happily.

At this time, he was extremely sure that the parents in front of him were definitely not the product of some AI calculation, but the real, original version of them.

"No, Dabao." Li Hui patted the back of her son's hand gently, and her expression suddenly became serious.

Yan Muyun grinned, already vaguely guessing what she was going to say next.

"You must never imitate Yan Yiming. You must bring us a daughter-in-law back."

Sure enough, Yan Muyun rolled his eyes.

Yan Guocheng, who was standing next to him, nodded with deep approval: "Your mother is right about this."