2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Yan Yiming arrived home, carrying a black bag in his hand.

"Xiaotaki, have you thought about where to eat tonight? If you have no idea, I'm going to take you and your uncle there..."

He didn't finish his words, because he saw his brother slumped on the sofa, shaving his teeth, looking like he was full of wine and food.

Yan Muyun turned to look at him and smiled sheepishly: "It's a little late for lunch, Xiaotaki has just cleared the table."

"It's okay. I'm not hungry now anyway. I can just wait for a supper in the evening." Yan Yiming didn't mind. He changed into his slippers and came over to hand the black bag in his hand to the other party.

"What is this?" Yan Muyun took the bag, curiously opened it and looked inside.

"It's not good for smart glasses to keep you using Yan Long's old phone." Yan Yiming smiled and said, "It's a gift for you to wake up."

"Tsk, tsk, it's really unnecessary." Yan Muyun opened the box and took out a pair of silver-white glasses wrapped in plastic film. The overall style was simple and exquisite.

"It's so light." He weighed it in his hands.

Yan Yiming said: "Aren't you nearsighted? I heard that these glasses can also adjust the vision."

Yan Muyun wrote a novel on a whim when he was a freshman in college. He sat in front of the computer every day and wrote a pair of glasses for himself.

Although his eyesight is somewhat poor, it generally does not affect his normal life too much.

Things that are closer can still be seen clearly, but things that are farther away become blurry. For example, when he ordered food at KFC, he had to squint to see the menu above the clerk's head.

Now that Yan Muyun has been lying in a life-support device for thirty years, his original glasses have long gone.

At this moment, Yan Long walked out of the kitchen and said calmly: "The frame can also change color."

"Haha, let Xiaotaki teach you how to use it when the time comes." Yan Yiming patted Yan Muyun's shoulder.

Yan Taki nodded silently, then sat on the sofa next to him and closed his eyes.

"How much does this thing cost?" Yan Muyun asked curiously.

"About 50,000 to 60,000."

"This is too expensive..." Yan Muyun clicked his tongue, and then took out the mobile phone Yan Long gave him yesterday: "Why don't you return it? This is enough for me. I'll just buy an extra pair of glasses when the time comes."

Yan Yiming leaned back on the sofa, unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt, and took a long breath: "I still remember that you went to study abroad and found a part-time job, and the first month's salary was used to buy me a new one. new phone."

"It was your birthday at that time, and you disliked your mobile phone card every day." Yan Muyun chuckled.

The man looked up at the ceiling and narrowed his eyes slightly: "At that time, my parents were afraid that we wouldn't study hard, so they refused to change our phones no matter what."

"Yes, I was arguing with my dad at that time. I was so angry that I hit the wall with my fists." Yan Muyun couldn't help laughing when he recalled what happened in the past.

At the age of sixteen or seventeen, his family is obviously well-off, but he still has a shabby second-hand smartphone. Usually when I go out to play with my classmates, I have to wait for a long time to open a game.

At that passionate and impulsive age, young people's self-esteem is always stronger than most things.

Yan Yiming recalled the past with a smile on his face: "You had the opportunity to change your mobile phone after graduating from high school. I was only in the third year of junior high school at the time, and I was still thinking that I would have to wait until the Year of the Monkey to change my mobile phone."

"Hey, this is the benefit of having a brother." Yan Muyun chuckled.

Yan Yiming raised his eyebrows: "When you have money, buy me a mobile phone. I also have money now and I will buy you a pair of glasses. Just accept it."

"Okay, then I'll do whatever it takes." Yan Muyun grinned and put the glasses back into the box. It can be seen that he actually likes this gift given to him by his younger brother.

The man didn't continue talking. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and flipped through the latest news.

"Yan Yiming."

"Um?"

"I also want to work in the Special Branch."

"What?" Yan Yiming turned around and saw that the young brother who looked like his own son was still looking out the window, making it difficult to see the expression on his face.

Yan Muyun turned his face away with a serious expression: "I also want to work in the Special Branch."

"No, it's too dangerous." Yan Yiming shook his head almost subconsciously.

His first reaction was not to judge whether his brother could join the Special Branch, but because the other party had now received a C+ rating. If a more professional assessment was conducted, it would be almost certain to receive a B or above rating.

In the Special Branch Bureau, as long as they are C-level superpowers, they can qualify for interviews, while B-level superpowers will be trained as the mainstay of the future.

"Your son is now interning in the Special Branch Bureau." Yan Muyun reminded.

"He is different. He decided his own path very early and has received relevant training since the first year of high school. You are just an old antique who just woke up."

"Did you say that about my brother?"

"You look like my son now."

Yan Muyun wanted to slap him, but as soon as he made a move, he was firmly pushed back to the sofa by an invisible force.

"I'm no longer a kid." Yan Yiming smiled.

In the past, he had always been thinner than his brother, who was four years older than him. Therefore, even when he grew into a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, he was often dealt with by his opponent.

But it's obviously different now.

"Let go of me first. I have something to say." Yan Muyun said with difficulty.

Yan Taki, who was sitting next to him, raised his head and glanced at the two of them, but said nothing.

His originally dark pupils were now glowing with a bright blue light, and he should be using the "Smart Pupil".

Feeling his son's gaze, Yan Yiming put his left fist in front of his mouth and coughed dryly, releasing the gravity field.

"Are you trying again now?" After regaining his breath, Yan Muyun spread out the silver barrier above his head, seemingly a little dissatisfied.

Yan Yiming ignored him, frowned slightly and said, "Stop making trouble, you are childish."

"Tsk, my father still has the burden." Yan Muyun smacked his lips.

"Tell me, why do you want to work in the Special Branch?"

"Actually, you don't necessarily have to go to the Special Branch." Yan Muyun sighed, and his voice became a little softer: "I have troubled you for thirty years. I want to have a job as soon as possible and no longer burden you. ."

"I never felt like you were dragging me down." The man frowned slightly.

"Yeah, I know, but I just feel bad about it."

Yan Yiming didn't offer any further advice. He just reached out and patted his brother on the shoulder: "If it's just for a job, there are many better choices..."

Yan Muyun raised his hand to interrupt the other party, pursed his lips and said, "Let me ask you, what kind of job can I, an old antique who has been sleeping for thirty years, be qualified for in this society?"

"I have a bachelor's degree in education, but today's ten-year-old children may have more common sense than me. Then should I move bricks? Become a cleaner?"

"These jobs have long been replaced by automated machines." Yan Taki, who had his eyes closed next to him, interrupted at the right moment.

"Look, I'm a waste now." Yan Muyun spread his hands, looking confident.

The corner of Yan Yiming's mouth twitched, and then he became a little worried, because he didn't expect what his brother could do.