2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

When Yan Muyun opened his eyes again, he was standing next to a small lake with rippling blue waves.

The wind with the scent of the forest blew across my cheeks, and the snow-capped mountains in the distance stood under the blue sky and white clouds, reflecting the dazzling golden light.

"Wow."

There was the sound of something coming out of the water beside him. Yan Muyun turned around and saw Yan Guocheng, who was in his forties and wearing a fisherman's hat, holding a fishing rod and lifting up a lively grass carp.

He hurried over and picked up the net bag, helped to pick up the fish and put it in the bucket next to it.

"You haven't come to see us for a long time." Yan Guocheng touched the non-existent beads of sweat on his head, and a smile appeared on his serious face.

Yan Muyun pursed his lips slightly, with a hint of apology in his smile: "I've been a little busy lately."

"Understood. When children are older, they have their own things to do." Yan Guocheng laughed and patted his shoulder.

Yan Muyun's eyes dimmed for a moment because there was no feeling on his shoulders.

Everything in front of me, including my father, is just a projection of virtual technology.

"Hey, Dabao is here?" A woman's surprised voice came from the cabin behind her.

Yan Muyun looked back and saw his mother Li Hui appearing there at some point. She was also in her forties, and he couldn't help feeling warm in his heart.

Parents are always like this. As soon as he goes online, he will become the most familiar look in his memory.

Yan Guocheng smiled beside him and said, "Haha, your mother was going to chat with someone else. She probably hurried back after seeing your online notification."

"What's more important than my son?" Li Hui came over and gave Yan Muyun a hug without any touch or warmth.

Then she seemed to remember something and said "Oh": "By the way, Xiaotaki seems to be trying to find you these days, but can't contact you, so just tell us that you are online and tell him... ..”

Yan Muyun interrupted: "Let's talk about it later. Let me tell you something first."

"Okay, let's go in and talk." Yan Guocheng put his arms around his eldest son's shoulders and walked toward the cabin not far away with a smile on his face.

...

The fire burning in the fireplace swayed gently and crackled. Two cats with snow-white fur rolled and played on the carpet, purring occasionally.

"Dabao...are you telling the truth?" Li Hui raised her hand to cover her mouth, her face full of disbelief.

"Yes." Yan Muyun nodded lightly: "The original divine envoy promised me that I can give you two new bodies...that is, 'resurrection'."

Li Hui's brows were full of worry, and she pushed Yan Guocheng beside her: "Husband, that is the original divine envoy. Those who work for the gods can't be deceiving, right?"

"I have already seen a case with my own eyes." Yan Muyun said softly: "He said it felt like 'regaining a new life', with almost no side effects."

Yan Guocheng, who had been silent from the beginning until now, suddenly spoke: "Are you sure he is still the same person? Don't be like in some science fiction movies, where they just copy a copy of our memory into a new body, and we ourselves are still virtual Space or something.”

Yan Muyun smiled. He liked watching all kinds of science fiction and American TV series. In fact, it was largely influenced by his father. As expected, he also thought about his worries.

But when faced with this question, he couldn't answer: "I'm actually not sure, but I can ask the person in charge later."

Yan Muyun took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, and looked into the eyes of his parents sitting across from him: "I'm actually online this time to ask your opinions...about 'resurrection'."

The room became a little quiet for a while, with only the occasional cat meowing.

After a long silence, Yan Guocheng looked at his son and threw the question back with interest: "What do you think?"

Yan Muyun was stunned: "Me? Of course I want to resurrect you..."

"What's the price? It's impossible for someone to be so nice to you for no reason?" Yan Guocheng continued to ask.

Yan Muyun thought for a moment: "Mom, I told you, those are the original divine envoys, the spokesmen of the gods... To say that those with the most correct and selfless stance in the world are probably these divine envoys. .There’s nothing wrong with me doing things for them.”

"Didn't they make any specific demands?" Yan Guocheng asked with a frown.

"Maybe not."

"This is the most troublesome."

"I know...but..."

"Dabao." Li Hui suddenly interrupted him gently, pointing to the two kittens playing on the carpet: "Do you think they are cute?"

Yan Muyun smiled: "It's cute, but you didn't hate us having pets the most before. You always said they were dirty, smelled bad and so on."

"That's right, if you raise kittens here, they won't shed their hair, you don't have to shovel poop, and you don't have to worry about them scratching you." Li Hui waved, and the two kittens ran over with their heads shaking, and jumped onto her lap with a slight jump. on the knees.

“I’ve fallen in love with cats since I came here.”

Li Hui touched their soft hair with gentle eyes: "And, I heard that in two months, this virtual community will update the 'touch' of pets. By then, these cats and dogs will feel like real ones." Same."

"But they are not real after all." Yan Muyun couldn't help but said.

"Yes, so they are cuter than real cats. At least they won't suddenly explode and get angry at you." Li Hui said matter-of-factly.

"Dabao." Yan Guocheng stood up, sat directly over, and put his hand on Yan Muyun's shoulder: "Both your parents understand what you are thinking, but don't forget that your parents are actually over seventy years old. , I’m actually a little tired of the so-called real world. In fact, if we can wait until the day you wake up from the coma and chat with you face to face like this, we won’t have any regrets.”

"Yeah, what's so good about the real world? Can it help me change my image?" Li Hui stretched out her hand and slid it in front of her. Her originally rough and dull skin suddenly became smooth and white, and her whole face was radiant and turned into a ten-year-old girl. The appearance of a teenage girl: "I don't want to go back and become an old woman again."

"This is a lie after all." Yan Muyun pursed his lips: "As long as you want, they can provide you with a body of any age..."

"I'm just giving you an example. I don't want to stay this young forever. I'm your mother. It doesn't matter if a mother is younger than her son." Li Hui changed into her original appearance, then came over and sat on the other side of Yan Muyun .

Yan Guocheng chuckled and agreed with his wife: "Yes, there are so many things you can do here. You can change the living environment at will, adjust the weather at will, and enter the movie world immersively. A second ago, I was still there. Lying in bed, you can go fishing at the lake with your friends in the next second, and you don’t have to worry about high blood pressure or other diseases..."

Yan Muyun couldn't help it anymore and stood up from the sofa suddenly, turning around to face his parents: "But all of this is fake after all! As long as you are 'resurrected', you can do these things with a helmet on." But if you remain in this state, you won’t be able to experience what it’s like to live in the real world.”

"Okay, Dabao, let me ask you."

The smile on Yan Guocheng's face faded slightly and he looked at him seriously: "If we are resurrected, will you visit us more often?"

Yan Muyun was silent for a long time and said in a low voice: "...Even if I don't have time to go back to see you in the field, I said, you just need to wear your helmet..."

"What's the difference between that and now?" Yan Guocheng and Li Hui laughed at the same time.

“If nothing changes about the things we care about most, why is there any need for a ‘resurrection’?”

"What, do you mean that if we are 'resurrected', are you going to squat at home every day like you were in junior high school, and finally lose weight but then gain weight again?"

Yan Muyun said nothing.

He wanted to go back to his old life, where he didn't have to worry about anything every day, just lying in bed playing games with his brother and waiting for his mother to call him to eat. Spending too much time in the room, being pulled out by dad for bike rides and walks along the seaside, chatting…

However, there is no going back.

For him now, this ordinary life is an unattainable dream.

Li Hui held his hand and said softly: "Dabao, I told you, we feel very lucky to see you again. As for returning to the real world, we really don't care."

Yan Guocheng chuckled and said: "Besides, we are old bones. Even if we go back, we don't know when our brains will not be clear. We might as well stay here. At least there are dedicated people outside to monitor our health." You don’t have to worry about the situation outside, right?”

"Um."

Yan Muyun nodded slightly.