2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Seeing the newlyweds hugging each other on the stage, Yan Muyun clapped extremely hard, showing more excitement than anyone else, and even wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

"Are you crying?" Luo Binghan, who was standing next to him, looked surprised.

"The smaller the probability, once it happens, it will give people a feeling of being destined."

Yan Muyun frowned and looked extremely moved: "That's Team Wei. A tailwind's own spring hangs up, and a headwind rushes straight into the enemy's crystal. The opponent loses the will to resist and starts sending towers. They still have to assist with the help of teammates. He is a strange man who can only get his head in a short time. The fact that he can find a girlfriend is incredible, and the fact that he can get married in the end is simply an incredible square."

Fortunately, there are still MOBA games. Luo Binghan barely understood what he meant, and echoed with a bit of laughter: "That's true, it's really incredible when I think about it now."

The process of exchanging rings, taking oaths, pouring champagne, and cutting cakes were completed one by one in an extremely lively and festive atmosphere.

Wei Jun and Li Qingke walked off the stage, each holding a wine glass, and began to toast table by table.

Yan Muyun and Yan Long sat at the same table as their former colleagues without any surprise. Looking at the familiar faces around them, they couldn't help but feel a little warm in their hearts.

Han Jinyu and Han Yinzhu seemed to have grown taller and stronger. Wearing suits, they no longer looked any different from adults. However, their personalities were still very cheerful. They kept chattering around Yan Muyun and Yan Long. Non-stop.

Zhong Xiaoxiao still has burgundy hair, but her body shape today is not as exaggerated as the hill in her memory. She looks like an ordinary girl who is a little too plump. The facial features on her round face can vaguely show the delicacy that only belongs to the embryo of a beauty. I guess I deliberately controlled my weight in order to attend the wedding today.

Zhang Lan has not changed much, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a gentle face, and his temperament is still as mature and steady as he remembers.

The most embarrassing person here is undoubtedly Sun Shuli, the former director of Haicang District.

Although this gray-haired old man was as intellectual and elegant as he remembered, he kept smiling while holding a wine glass, and he looked no different from before. However, Yan Muyun saw the slightly raised irregular lump under his trouser legs and knew that it was a mechanical device used to assist walking, which meant that it was impossible for the other party to stand up on his own strength.

After thinking for a while, Yan Muyun suddenly stood up and gestured to Sun Shuli with a glass of wine: "Bureau Sun, I was just a rookie when I first joined the Special Branch. Thanks to your guidance and teachings, I am where I am today. You count me half. As a teacher, I owe you a toast today."

Yan Taki, who was sitting next to him, tilted his head slightly, his eyes a little surprised. He never thought that his uncle could speak so skillfully in such a scene.

Sun Shuli was a little surprised and flattered. He didn't seem to expect that he still had such a status in the other person's heart. He hurriedly held the wine glass and wanted to stand up in return, but Yan Muyun's glass had already been touched.

"It's okay, just sit down." Yan Muyun laughed, and the two wine glasses made a soft "ding" sound.

Sun Shuli was a little moved by his sincere gaze, and nodded with a gentle smile, but he didn't notice that the cup in his hand had a trace of bright red blood on it.

Yan Muyun leaned down to clink glasses, his shoulders blocking the view of the people across the table. The trace of blood instantly sank to the bottom of the glass, almost perfectly blending into the ruby-like wine. If you don't raise your wine glass and look closely at the sun, it's hard to spot the foreign matter in it.

After clinking glasses, the two of them each took a sip, and the atmosphere at the table became warmer and more harmonious as they laughed and chatted.

"Hey, it's coming, it's our turn, hahaha." Han Yinzhu laughed suddenly, clapped his hands and pointed in one direction. Everyone turned to look, but Wei Jun and Li Qingke were walking towards them. It seemed that their parents and relatives had finished their toasts, and it was finally the colleagues' turn.

At this moment, Han Jinyu noticed that Yan Muyun, who had been in high spirits just now, frowned, and asked in confusion, "Brother Yan, what's wrong?"

Yan Muyun came back to his senses, raised his brows, and smiled on his face: "It's nothing, I was thinking about other things just now. Also, don't call me Brother Yan in the future, otherwise someone will be younger for no reason. Ha ha."

Han Jinyu reacted, glanced at the expressionless Yan Long beside him, and chuckled: "Then my name will be Uncle Yan from now on?"

"I don't care." Yan Long waved his hands, saying that he was too lazy to dwell on such boring issues.

Yan Muyun took a deep breath, raised his wine glass with a smile like everyone else, and waited for the bride and groom to come over and toast.

Just now, he controlled the red blood thread and had figured out the situation inside Sun Shuli.

It's not impossible to get the other person to recover his lower limbs, but there's one thing that's very troublesome.

Unlike "Night Devil"'s sister Zhan Leya, whose spinal nerves were damaged and left semi-paralyzed, Sun Shuli's lumbar vertebrae were completely broken, leaving an unhealable gap in the middle, and the nervous system was also irreversibly damaged.

If you want to rely on the ability of red blood threads to stand and walk, the red blood threads must be integrated into and replace part of them, and stay there permanently. As long as he is pulled away, Sun Shuli will immediately become paralyzed again.

The result of this is that from now on, the distance between Yan Muyun and Sun Shuli must be kept within a certain range, otherwise the red blood threads in the latter's body will be unable to suppress his nature and control him to gradually turn into a monster that prefers the same kind of flesh and blood. The most serious consequence could even be to go berserk and transform him into an irrational monster.

Yan Muyun cannot stay in Menxia City forever. No one knows where in the world he will go after the vacation. And at such an old age, Sun Shuli couldn't just go on a passionate adventure with him.

Not everything will turn around, there will always be more or less regrets in the world.

Seeing the gray-haired Sun Shuli smiling and toasting to the newlyweds who came with him, Yan Muyun took a deep breath, and then a bright smile appeared on his face.

"You kid!" Wei Jun held Li Qingke, who was wearing a pure white wedding dress, with his left arm. With his right hand, he came over with a whistling wind and hit Yan Muyun on the shoulder.

"Hehe." Yan Muyun was no longer as weak as before. His body didn't move much after being slapped, he just touched his nose and smiled.

Wei Jun bared his teeth and smiled and cursed: "Don't tell me early if you want to come. I lose contact every day."

The bride Li Qingke, who was extraordinarily beautiful today, also chimed in and snorted: "What I hate most is people who don't reply to messages."

Yan Muyun scratched his head: "I had something to do before and I haven't touched my phone for half a year. But the message flew over as soon as I saw it."

"I'm not someone who likes to stir up trouble, but I think Brother Yan, you have to express your feelings, otherwise it won't be appropriate." Han Yinzhu, who didn't mind the matter, pried open a bottle of beer and stuffed it into Yan Muyun's hand.

"Drink, drink, drink!" Han Jinyu and Luo Binghan on the other side had already started making noises.

Yan Muyun grinned, shouted "Who's afraid of who?", raised the bottle and started drinking.

Seeing how cheerful he was, the people around him all cheered.

"And you, if you don't tell me early when you come back, you will be punished." Wei Jun chuckled and slapped Yan Long on the shoulder.

Yan Long was a little speechless. He found that the captain seemed not to be as upright and honest as he remembered, and seemed to have a little bit of Dr. Li's quiet badness.

It seems that when two people are together, they really influence each other.

"Bang!" An open bottle of beer was placed in front of Yan Long, and the one who opened the bottle was still Han Yinzhu.

Yan Long sighed, grabbed the wine bottle, raised his head and stretched his neck, his posture was as heroic as the uncle next to him.