2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"How did you sneak in here?" Wu Bai frowned slightly and asked.

The little boy looked like he was only 7 or 8 years old. He was holding a lollipop in his hand and wearing blue cartoon character long sleeves. He looked at him with dark eyes without blinking and said in a childish and crisp voice: "Big Brother, play with me."

Wu Bai rubbed his eyebrows, looking a little helpless. He decided to hand the little guy directly to the outside staff and let them call the police to deal with it.

However, when he reached out to grab the child's wrist, the other person shrank and nimbly dodged away.

"Play with me! Otherwise I won't listen to you!" The little boy took a few steps back warily, but still shouted relentlessly.

Wu Bai sighed: "What do you want to play?"

But he had already made up his mind. If it was too much trouble, he would forcefully arrest the other party directly.

The little boy put the lollipop into his mouth and said vaguely: "Rock, paper, scissors, best of three games. If you win, I will listen to you!"

Wu Bai secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking about just dealing with the other person a few times, but he showed a gentle smile on his face: "Okay, come on."

"rock-paper-scissors!"

The little boy's childish voice sounded, and he waved his little fists at the same time. When the last word "cloth" came, he stretched out two fingers and made a pair of scissors.

"I won." Wu Bai raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Come again!" The little boy refused.

"good."

"Rock, paper, scissors! Yeah! I win!"

Wu Bai produced cloth, but the little boy still produced scissors.

It's the last round.

"rock-paper-scissors!"

Wu Bai produced stones, and the little boy produced cloth.

"Okay, okay, I'll play with you too. Now I'll take you to find your parents." Wu Bai took advantage of the little boy's excitement and quickly stepped forward, reaching out and grabbing his wrist.

"I don't want it! You didn't win against me! I won't listen to you!" The little boy seemed frightened and suddenly struggled hard.

However, in the next second, his little body suddenly froze in place, and a trace of doubt appeared in his dark eyes, which turned into fear.

"you..."

The little boy only had time to say one word before his mouth was covered by a big hand.

Wu Bai pinched his face and slowly lifted him up expressionlessly. His eyes flashed coldly behind the lenses, and he said softly: "A disobedient child is not a good child."

The lollipop fell to the tile floor and broke.

The little boy struggled hard, beating his arms with his little arms and kicking his legs randomly, but to no avail.

Wu Bai's arms were as if they were made of fine steel, motionless.

After a brief pause of two seconds, he suddenly turned around and walked back to the sink.

The mirror reflected a young man with a stern face and glasses, and a little boy struggling in his hands, his entire face deformed.

The next second, Wu Bai suddenly waved his arm and slammed the little boy into the mirror.

That's right, just smash it in.

The upright mirror was like a deep pool, swallowing up the little boy's body in an instant, leaving only a few ripples on the surface.

...

After Yan Muyun returned to the booth in front of the central dance floor, he still didn't see Wu Bai.

It's just that he doesn't care about it now. Whether the other party goes to the bar to order a cocktail or is dragged by a hot girl to ask for her contact information, it has nothing to do with him anyway.

On the west side of the booth, a hooded girl held a light yellow cocktail in her hands, sipping it in small sips. Beside her, Karl, who had dazzling blond hair, crossed his legs and put his arms on the back of the chair behind the girl, with a bright smile on his handsome face.

Perhaps it was because the music was too loud, so every time he spoke he had to lean down and put his mouth to the girl's ear. Even through the hood, this scene made Yan Muyun a little uncomfortable.

From his point of view, Karl seemed to be hugging Ye Buyu and whispering.

"It's too stuffy in here, let me go out and get some fresh air!" Yan Muyun said loudly to Wei Min next to him.

Wei Min made an "OK" gesture to indicate that he understood.

Yan Muyun stood up, took a bottle of beer, and walked outside through the screaming and dancing monsters.

When he walked out of the nightclub, the refreshing evening breeze blew over his face, making him feel slightly refreshed. Without the deafening music, the bulging eardrums relaxed for a while. At this time, he felt that his hearing was more sensitive than ever before, and he could catch the sound of leaves falling to the ground next to him and the sound of river flowing in the distance.

This nightclub was built next to a narrow river, and the light from the neon signs illuminated the otherwise dark river in colorful colors.

Yan Muyun walked to the riverside, rested his arms on the stone guardrail, looked into the distance with somewhat divergent eyes, and took a sip of refreshing beer from time to time.

If someone asked him why he came out, he would say that it was too noisy and the air was too stuffy, and that he needed to come out and relax.

But he himself knew the real reason. He just didn't like that Karl was so close to Ye Buyu, and it was uncomfortable to watch.

Yan Muyun knew that in the past month of getting along every night, he had already developed some different feelings for Senior Ye. This is not his fault. If it were another young man who was full of blood and was in the same room with a beautiful young lady in the middle of the night, he would probably try to take it a step further after a few times.

But he didn't. He felt more that he had to study hard and not let down the college and the senior sister's efforts.

If someone asked Yan Muyun what type of girl he likes, he would probably say without hesitation: gentleness, patience, good figure, long legs, long hair and a series of other criteria. However, in fact, apart from being pretty and having long hair, his first girlfriend didn't fit the bill.

Emotions are a mysterious thing for Yan Muyun. Since he was a child, he has followed his father all over the country and has crushes on (or has a crush on), not 10, but 5,678 girls. But if he thinks about it carefully, they don't have much in common.

When he wants to fall in love, he basically relies on his feelings. If it feels right, he will try it. If it feels wrong, forget it.

Now Yan Muyun couldn't explain his feelings towards Ye Buyu.

Instead of confessing his love to her, he would rather maintain the current relationship, go to her place every day to make up for lessons, play games together, and watch her behave in front of him completely opposite to what she did during the day.

After all, no matter whether the confession is successful or failed, in many cases once similar words are spoken, it will be difficult for the relationship between two people to return to the same relationship as before.

"What are you thinking about?" A strange young voice suddenly came from the side.

Yan Muyun turned around and saw a boy who looked like a high school student, at most 16 or 7 years old, standing not far away from him, with his hands in his pockets and eyes like cold stars staring at him unblinkingly. .

"Young man, this is not the place you should come to. It's full of big sisters who eat people without spitting out their bones...and big brothers." Yan Muyun waved the wine bottle in his hand, signaling the other party to leave quickly. .

He is obviously a little drunk now. He recorded these words and played them to him tomorrow. Tomorrow he will be eager to go back in time and slap his current self.

What nonsense are you talking about to a high school student?