2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

When Yan Muyun and Yan Long left the wedding banquet venue, it was almost 10 o'clock in the evening.

In the catastrophe in Menxia City last year, Ninghai Community was lucky not to be affected too much, and the overall appearance was not much different from before.

When the elevator reached the 112th floor, Yan Long walked out first, but did not open the door. He just stood aside silently.

When Yan Muyun saw this, he joked: "Huh, I didn't tell your dad anything before, but now that I'm back, are you scared?"

Yan Taki glanced at him sideways, turned around, opened the door and walked in directly.

The lights in the living room were on. A middle-aged man in a gray nightgown was lying on the sofa, scrolling through his mobile phone. His expression was so serious that it was hard to tell whether he was entertaining or working. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned his head slightly and looked at the two figures at the entrance.

"Good evening." Yan Muyun waved to him with beaming eyebrows.

Yan Taki didn't say anything, just lowered his head and silently changed his slippers.

At this time, the disadvantage of not having an attentive woman in the family became apparent. He had left the house for more than half a year, but the slippers were still in the same place. If you look closely, you can see that a thin layer of dust has fallen on them.

"When did you come back? Why didn't you say a word?" Yan Yiming put down his phone with a look of surprise on his face.

"Stop pretending, you must have known this for a long time." Yan Muyun said while changing his slippers.

"Why did I know this already?"

"There are so many colleagues from the Special Branch attending Wei Jun's wedding. I guess you have already received the letter."

"Tsk..." Yan Yiming put down his phone.

He immediately changed his target and looked at his son: "When did you come out again? Why couldn't I contact you before?"

Yantaki walked to the dining table in silence, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it without saying a word.

"I'm asking you something." Yan Yiming rubbed his forehead, with a hint of helplessness on his face.

"I'm going to school." Yan Long said calmly.

"Going to school? How can you go to school until you lose contact?"

"Academy training, mobile phones are not allowed."

"Oh... what kind of training camp? I've never heard of Chenjing Academy having a closed training camp?"

Yan Taki stopped talking again and stood there with a slight frown on his face: "I'm an adult."

The subtext is obvious, and I think Yan Yiming piped too much.

Yan Muyun, who was watching the excitement from the side, chuckled: "Stop teasing him."

"What?" Yan Yiming turned to look at the other person as if he didn't hear anything, but secretly he narrowed his eyes and winked.

Yan Long also noticed something was wrong at this time, and his eyes wandered between his father and uncle.

Yan Muyun seemed to be completely unaware of his younger brother's gesture. He chuckled and said to his nephew: "You don't even think about your father's identity and what he does. The college may really take you out of his sight without anyone noticing." Take him away from you? Most likely you negotiated with him first, and he said there is no problem. Only the people from the academy will contact you. Your dad is not like the parents in the protagonists of ordinary online novels. He is a common man. What secrets has the protagonist accepted? National mission, in order to protect the safety of parents or protect their ordinary lives, we have to hide the truth and bear the risk alone, blah blah blah..."

Yan Yiming was still winking at first, but his brother's words were crackling like pouring beans and he couldn't stop. In the middle of speaking, he simply closed his eyes, out of sight and out of mind.

"... Your father originally planned to let you make your own choice, but he didn't expect that you would actually leave without saying anything, not even discussing with him as a father, or even He didn't know that this sound made him very hurt." Yan Muyun covered his heart.

Yan Yiming has given up struggling. His brother has been able to manipulate his mind easily since he was a child. Whether it is playing competitive games or purely luck-based games such as rock, paper, scissors, he rarely wins against his opponent.

It used to be like this when Yan Muyun was four years older than him, but now he is twenty-six years older than Yan Muyun, and it's still like this.

So is this bloodline suppression?

Yantaki no longer has to think about the truth or falsehood of these words, because he can already see it from his father's expression.

He didn't speak. He put the cup in his hand and returned to the room.

Yan Yiming reached out and tapped Yan Muyun in the air, gritting his teeth: "You are the only one who is smart, right? You are the only one who has a mouth."

"Yan Long has a boring temperament, very similar to yours when you were a child. He can't stand teasing and soon gets angry with you." Yan Muyun chuckled: "Besides, this is not the first time that he has done something big without telling you. You You should get used to it.”

Yan Yiming stopped talking. He knew what the other person was referring to.

The first time a child encounters a problem is not to seek help from his father, but to find a way to solve it on his own. It seems that he has indeed neglected his duty as a father.

After being silent for a while, Yan Yiming shook his head slightly and planned to change the topic: "Why, it's been so long. Is there any target girl in the school?"

"Ahem, not for now..." Yan Muyun coughed dryly.

Yan Yiming knew that his brother was unexpectedly innocent in relationships. As long as he did not deny it, it would be equal to affirmation. He then showed a narrow smile that did not suit his age and status: "Not counting the thirty years when you were asleep, you are still twenty." Several times, I saw someone who was about to have sex with me, why were I still so cowardly? If you like me, you should take the initiative."

The door to the inner room was opened. It seemed that Yan Long was going to the bathroom. A word came from the corridor: "It's better than someone who is almost fifty and still single."

The smile on Yan Yiming's face froze, and now Mu Yun smiled.

Fortunately, he just spoke for Yan Long, and the boy reciprocated the favor so quickly.

...

The next day, a busy street in Menxia City.

Yan Muyun was wearing a plaid shirt today. His figure was well-proportioned and tall, giving him the air of an artist who was practicing street photography.

The message displayed on the mobile phone: {Today, at 1:30 noon, meet at the cafe in South Lane, Xinwan Road. }

He raised his head and glanced at the store sign, which read the word "South Alley" that was so gaudy that it was hard to read, then opened the door and walked in.

There were not many people in the shop, so Yan Muyun chose a seat next to the window that was basking in the warm afternoon sun and sat down. He first ordered himself a cup of coffee with hazelnuts, and specifically asked to put more sugar.

He quite likes coffee, but only sweet ones.

He couldn't taste the so-called "authentic and high-end" coffee that was bitter and sour. Especially American style, whether iced or hot. He felt that drinking that thing was better than drinking Cantonese-style herbal tea. At least herbal tea could clear away heat and relieve fire, which was good for the body.

The time now is 1:17, 13 minutes away from the agreed time. This is Yan Muyun's habit. Every time he plays with others, he tries to arrive ten to fifteen minutes early to avoid being late unexpectedly.

At 1:25, Zhang Xixue arrived. Her outfit today was very simple, a slim-fitting white shirt and straight-leg jeans. But even so, she still attracted most of the attention in the store when she entered, including Yan Muyun.

At 1:31, the wind chime at the door of the store rang again, and a petite figure appeared there. A bean paste green shirt, with a dark green woolen vest on the outside, and a white long skirt on the lower body that only exposes one ankle, exuding an air of youthful vitality all over her body.

The girl stretched her white neck and looked around. When she saw a corner, her bright eyes widened.

Yan Muyun was smiling and waving to her.