2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"Dear passengers, the plane is about to land, please be prepared for safety. Please adjust your seat to the normal position and ensure that all your belongings are securely fastened. Thank you for choosing to take this flight, we look forward to next time See you again. Have a pleasant journey!”

When Zhan Leya opened her eyes again, the plane had landed. Looking at the white and black passengers standing up to pick up their luggage, and looking at the outside world that was still as bright as day at 4 a.m. in Chenjing time, she finally had a real sense of the fact that she was in a foreign country.

This is not the place where she grew up, but a country with completely different language, environment, race and culture.

"What's wrong, why are you dazed?" A hand waved in front of her eyes, and a man's slightly smiling voice sounded next to her: "Is this your first time going abroad?"

Zhan Leya subconsciously said "hmm".

Yan Muyun stood up, took down two backpacks from the luggage rack above his head, and whispered: "I can understand, I was like this when I first went to study abroad, and I got used to it after a while. You are luckier than me. , at least I'm not alone abroad, my brother is waiting at the boarding gate."

"Yeah." Zhan Leya stood up, took her backpack, and followed him closely.

Looking at the broad back of the man in front of her, a warm current surged in her heart. I am indeed not alone here.

...

"Sister, this way."

In foreign airports where people come and go, Chinese language has become very recognizable, and the two of them soon saw the waving figure standing on the left side of the airport pick-up gate.

"Lewen!" Zhan Leya's eyes turned red immediately, and she rushed up to hug him through the railing.

The siblings have grown up relying on each other, and neither one can live without the other. Moreover, Zhan Leya has always been disabled before. Even with the advanced technology now, she can still do many things on her own if her legs are inconvenient. But it is undeniable that Zhan Lewen basically takes care of her daily life.

"You have grown a lot taller." Zhan Leya said with a smile, her eyes filled with tears.

Yan Muyun from behind nodded in approval. He remembered that when they first met, this kid should be only about 16 years old, probably in his first or second year of high school. After not seeing each other for more than a year, the other person has transformed from the handsome boy into a man. His facial features have lost their previous childishness. Not only is he half a head taller than before, but his shoulders are also much broader.

"Sister, come out first and then talk." Zhan Lewen's character didn't seem to have changed much, and he was still a little depressed. While speaking, he glanced at Yan Muyun, and it could be seen that the presence of an outsider still made him a little cautious.

It was now 3 pm local time. Yan Muyun had hardly closed his eyes for more than ten hours on the plane, but he was still in high spirits and was looking at the people around him with interest all the way.

Yes, in the country of the Democratic Republic of the United States, talents are the most unique sight.

In Yan Muyun's memory, thirty years ago, when the United States was not yet divided, it advocated people's freedom and individuality. Now that it is divided into two countries, it is okay to share the United States. The people are mostly conservative, and most people's words and deeds are not to the level that Chinese people cannot understand.

But without the balance and restraint of conservatives, Minmei has really gone wild in the pursuit of human diversity.

It was not like Yan Muyun had not learned about this country through the Internet before, about genetic interference in unborn babies, erasing their sexual characteristics, and allowing them to choose their own gender when they grow up. How to regard children as individuals with independent will, who can legally marry children of 6 or 7 years old, etc... In the eyes of people in other countries, these are definitely unique skills that will explode their views. They are just beautiful people. It is a daily routine that people in the Federation have long been accustomed to.

But it wasn't until he actually came to this country that Yan Muyun realized that his imagination was still somewhat lacking.

In less than ten minutes' journey from the airport lobby to the parking lot, he saw a bald white woman who had transplanted her hair to her chest and waist to cover her private parts, but otherwise wore no hair. There is also a person wearing red high heels and a bright yellow tube top. He pulls out his intestines from his belly button and connects the other end to a black round container. He hangs it on his waist like he is carrying an expensive luxury bag, with a confident smile on his face. , just like a man walking on the catwalk...

Yan Muyun's heart moved slightly, and he suddenly realized that he had made a serious mistake.

How could he just randomly assume the other person's gender? Those two are most likely neither male nor female, but one of the other 372 genders.

"Sin, sin, sin." Yan Muyun clasped his hands and muttered.

"What did you say?" Zhan Lewen, who was walking in front, turned around and asked.

Yan Muyun said what he was thinking just now, Zhan Leya couldn't help covering his mouth and burst into laughter, while Zhan Lewen said with a strange look: "The term 'sexism' was no longer popular here more than ten years ago. , they believe from the bottom of their hearts that all genders are equal, and generally speaking, even if they admit their mistake, they just need to explain it.”

"Well, my mind has become broader, which is a good thing." Yan Muyun nodded with approval.

At this moment, the door of a black floating car not far away opened, and a long-haired East Asian man wearing sunglasses came up with a smile on his face.

"Hey, wait, I recognize you." Yan Muyun raised his hand to stop the other person from speaking, and after thinking for a moment, he asked, "Can you create a portal?"

Although his memory of that night in the hospital was a bit confusing, he later heard Ye Buyu say that if a long-haired man had created a space-time rift, the little leader of the Shengyao Order who claimed to be a priest would never have been able to escape.

"Yes, it's me." The man took off his sunglasses, with an eager smile on his face: "My name is Zhao Kong, you can call me Xiao Kong or Xiao Zhao from now on. The priest has told me to entertain you well. "

"Comrade Xiao Zhao is very motivated." Yan Muyun laughed and patted his shoulder.

Zhao Kong nodded in agreement, and while opening the car door, he asked to come over and help him get his luggage.

"Oh, wait." Yan Muyun raised his hand to stop his movement, with a playful smile on his face: "By the way, don't you have the ability to teleport? Just send us directly to our destination."

Zhao Kong looked a little embarrassed: "Don't you want to go sightseeing in this city? And I have already booked a hotel for you in advance..."

"No, I'm tired from the journey. I just want to have a good rest now." Yan Muyun smiled and said, "Just ask the restaurant to deliver the food."

"Then... no problem." Seeing that the other party said so, Zhao Kong knew that he could no longer refuse and nodded vigorously.

Then he walked aside, took a deep breath, and his hands emitted a faint silver light.

I saw Zhao Kong's long hair moving automatically without wind, his hands clasped together and thrust forward with force, and his fingertips were already submerged into the void in front of him.

"Hey." With his soft drink, a space-time rift was torn open, and a beautifully decorated room could be seen connected to the other end.

"You stay here and drive the car back. We'll go there first."

Yan Muyun patted the shoulder of Zhao Kong, who was already sweating, and walked over with his luggage. Brother and sister Zhan Leya and Zhan Lewen looked at each other and followed.

After the three of them reached the other side, Zhao Kong closed the space-time rift and breathed a long sigh of relief. The arms hanging on both sides trembled slightly due to the lack of strength.

However, he did not rest for a moment. Instead, he took out his mobile phone with trembling hands and dialed the number of the restaurant where he had reserved a seat: "Hello, there are some temporary changes here and I want to cancel the seat I reserved... ..."