2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

As time goes by, the sunshine outside the window becomes brighter and brighter, and the room is warmly illuminated.

Yan Muyun got out of bed and walked to the window with his hands behind his back. What comes into view is a green lawn, a few willow trees a little further away, and behind the trees is a lake as clear as a mirror.

After a short moment of silence, he turned around and wanted to say something, but he did not see the figure of the young man who called himself Yan Taki.

"I'll go out and make a phone call. I'll be right back." Only a hurried greeting from the other party was left in the empty room, and then the door was closed.

Taking advantage of this gap, Yan Muyun began to wander around the room, looking here and there, but he didn't feel bored at all.

Five minutes later, Yan Long came back, with a complicated expression on his face, which seemed to be joy and worry.

"My dad is in a meeting, so he can't come over immediately." When he said this, his tone was a little apologetic.

However, something was beyond his expectation. Yan Muyun burst into laughter and clapped his hands: "Okay, stop acting. Is this some kind of reality show?"

Yan Long frowned slightly, not knowing how to take this.

"I just walked around, but I didn't find any cameras or anything like that. You guys hid them pretty well." Yan Muyun raised his eyebrows, walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"This is not a reality show, of course there are no cameras." Yan Long sighed.

"Yan Yiming, don't think that if you put on white makeup and change your appearance a little, I really won't be able to recognize you." Yan Muyun's expression became slightly more serious, and his majesty as an elder brother was unconsciously revealed:

"Okay, that's the end of the joke. Where are my parents? Are they okay?"

Yan Taki lowered his head and said in a dull voice: "As for my grandparents, they are all... gone."

"Yan Yiming, you've gone too far!" Yan Muyun's voice suddenly rose, and he was a little angry. He really didn't expect that this kid would dare to make fun of his parents' lives one day.

Yan Long didn't look at him, but turned around slowly, caressing the back of his left hand with his right palm: "Connect to the AI ​​in room A045 and activate the environment simulation function."

Seeing the other party's inexplicable behavior, Yan Muyun clenched his fists and shouted in a deep voice: "Yan Yiming, I've said enough!"

He was really angry. There are limits to everything. If the joke goes too far, it will only make people disgusted.

However, with the two words whispered from Yan Long's mouth, he felt as if someone had strangled his neck, and the next words came to an abrupt end.

"Lakeside."

This was a very common word, but the effect it brought in the next moment completely subverted Yan Muyun's imagination.

In the originally empty room, light and shadow suddenly changed, and blue-green ripples spread and crisscrossed on the off-white walls and ceiling, forming bright or dark spots of light.

Yan Muyun felt dizzy for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he found that he was already standing on a piece of grass, with slightly moist soil under his feet and the blue sky and white sun above his head.

The slightly fishy wind blew across his cheek, causing ripples on the lake not far away.

"This is..." Yan Muyun's mouth opened wide and he was speechless for a moment.

He looked around and saw that the high-tech hospital bed behind him, which originally had a glass cover and was connected to various instruments, had turned into a small wooden bed. The quilt was so soft that people couldn't help but want to lie on it. , soaking up the surrounding beauty.

Yan Long walked forward and stood side by side with him: "This is the best holographic simulation room in the nursing home. It can simulate hundreds of scenes."

Yan Muyun knelt down and reached out to touch the green grass blades, feeling a cold and slippery touch on his fingertips. He wanted to reach out and pull up a piece of grass, but his fingers passed through the blades of grass and couldn't grasp anything.

"This room can only simulate scenes and feelings, the things themselves do not exist." Yan Long took two steps forward and put his feet into the lake, and the lake rippled with his movements.

"The water is cold."

Yan Taki took his feet back, but there wasn't a drop of water stain on his sneakers.

"You can even lie down at the bottom of the lake, but because this scene is simulated, you can't swim, but you can breathe underwater..."

"Stop, stop talking, close these things first." Yan Muyun waved his hand, interrupting him, then walked to the small wooden bed and sat down slowly.

When the holographic projection ended, the blue sky, white clouds, clear water and green grass disappeared, and the place returned to the previously empty and heart-stopping room.

Yan Long walked to the bed and didn't speak, just stood quietly.

After a while, Yan Muyun raised his head and looked at the other party again.

This 18-year-old young man was wearing a simple white T-shirt and black shorts. He exuded a composure that did not belong to his age group. He looked serious and serious.

He was now almost completely sure that the young man in front of him was really not his brother Yan Yiming, because he could not find any familiar feeling in him.

"How long have I slept?" Yan Muyun asked.

"If I remember correctly, it should have been thirty years." Yan Long pursed his lips.

Only then did Yan Muyun realize that the reason why his previous prank was so effective was not because of the cowardice of the young man in front of him.

A person who had been sleeping for thirty years suddenly sat up from the bed. Even I would have been shocked.

It would be better to say that Yan Taki's character is tough enough to recover in such a short period of time, and his words and deeds are still rational and calm enough.

"I still think this is impossible." Yan Muyun smiled bitterly and reached out to rub his hair:

"If I have really been lying in bed for thirty years, why am I alive and kicking now? Shouldn't my muscles and bones have degenerated?"

"It stands to reason that this is the case." Yan Long nodded: "But with the advancement of medical technology more than ten years ago, life-support devices can no longer just maintain life, but can even help you maintain various functions of the body. function."

"Is there a mirror?" Yan Muyun suddenly thought of something.

Yan Taki understood what he meant: "You look very young, not a few years older than me."

"I want to see it with my own eyes."

"good."

Yantaki pressed a button on the armrest of the bed next to him, and an oval-shaped white-framed mirror stretched out from the wall.

"So it's 2052 and I'm 52?"

Yan Muyun looked at himself in the mirror carefully and found that except for his extremely pale complexion and being slightly thinner, he was not much different from before.

"It's 2052 now. In theory, you should be 52 years old." Yan Long nodded.

"Theoretically?"

"Theoretically, because medical equipment shows that your body's various functions are actually still at the age of 22."

"This is unscientific." Yan Muyun said seriously.

"Since the emergence of various supernatural powers 30 years ago, and the subsequent arrival of the 'god', the basic scientific principles of the operation of this world have been broken." Yantaki said lightly.

"God?"

"Yes, the only true God."