2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Seeing the people around him looking at him, Yan Taki looked a little unnatural and explained, "This is my high school history teacher."

The woman smiled and greeted everyone: "Hello everyone, I take the liberty to disturb your work. My name is Wu Zihan, and I am a teacher at the No. 3 Experimental Middle School."

"I am her husband, Liu Yuhang." The man next to him, wearing glasses and looking intellectual and elegant, introduced himself gently.

Wu Zihan hugged the child in her arms and said with a smile: "His name is Liu Leyong. He is 5 years old and is still in the upper class. This child didn't have a good rest last night and just fell asleep all the way."

Yan Muyun was keenly aware of the impatient look on Luo Binghan, who was slumped in the chair next to him. In order to prevent the street kid from saying anything that would ruin the atmosphere, he decisively stepped forward to greet him: "Hello everyone."

The couple's eyes lit up when they saw him. Wu Zihan patted his son on the back a few times and coaxed: "Get up, Lele, let's see who this is? He's the heroic brother who saved you that day. .”

I can only say that he is worthy of being a teacher, his emotional intelligence is high, and his words make people feel comfortable.

The boy rubbed his eyes and woke up, but there was no obvious reaction.

Yan Muyun could also understand this. After all, the child was probably so frightened that he lost consciousness after being pierced by the spider demon, and had no idea what happened next.

He stretched out his hand as an invitation: "Please come with me. Dr. Li's office is upstairs."

The four of them took the elevator to the third floor, and Yan Muyun knocked on the door of the infirmary.

"Please come in." Li Qingke's voice came from inside.

...

After the few people met, the atmosphere was a bit reserved at first, with clichés such as "Thank you, you're welcome" and so on. Later, the conversation gradually started, the mood gradually fell into place, and the couple gradually began to talk more.

Wu Zihan took out a few tissues and wiped his red eyes: "Without any of you, Lele would not have survived. My husband and I have always wanted to say thank you, but we were afraid that coming over rashly would disturb your work. , I just endured it and didn’t come together until Lele was discharged from the hospital.”

"I am the only daughter of my parents, and he is the only son of my husband's family. The six of us elders all put our hope in Lele. If something happened to him back then, we simply couldn't imagine it. Life is like losing light..."

Yan Muyun and Li Qingke sat upright, with serious and concerned faces, listening to the woman's ramble.

In the end, Liu Yuhang couldn't help it anymore and interrupted his wife softly: "Stop talking, we are just here to express our gratitude today, not to pour out bitterness."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry, I just kept talking to myself when I got emotional." Wu Zihan apologized with red eyes.

"It's okay, Lele is also very important to us." Li Qingke said with relief.

"By the way..." Yan Muyun touched his nose, looked at the little boy sandwiched between the couple, and said, "Lele seems to have had something to say since the beginning."

When Wu Zihan just spoke, Liu Leyong kept looking up at his parents, opening and closing his little mouth, but he could never find a chance to interrupt.

"Really?" Liu Yuhang held his son on his lap, lowered his head and asked, "Do you want to thank your elder brother and elder sister in person?"

"No." The boy shook his head honestly.

Everyone present was dumbfounded, and even Wu Zihan's tear-filled face showed a helpless smile.

"Then what do you want to say?" Yan Muyun asked with a smile.

Liu Leyong opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but then turned around and hugged his father: "I only told dad."

"Whisper, no one else is allowed to listen."

Yan Muyun and Li Qingke both laughed. They turned their heads away in cooperation and covered their ears with their hands, pretending not to eavesdrop.

Lele lay in his father's ear and whispered for a while. Then Liu Yuhang's expression changed almost instantly for some unknown reason, but soon a smile appeared on his face again.

"Lele wants to go to the toilet. I'll take him there." He stood up with a smile.

"I...I'll go there too." Wu Zihan stood up.

Yan Muyun clearly saw Liu Yuhang put his hand on his wife's back before standing up, and then Wu Zihan also stood up.

After the family went out, Li Qingke scratched his face in confusion: "What's going on?"

Yan Muyun smiled bitterly: "Who knows?"

After about four or five minutes, Liu Yuhang and Wu Zihan came back with apologetic smiles: "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting."

"Nothing." Li Qingke smiled politely.

"By the way, let's take a look at the gifts we prepared." Liu Yuhang placed the two calligraphy and paintings next to the sofa on the coffee table, then reached out and tore off the film on them.

These are two paintings of calligraphy. The one on the left is "wisdom and courage" and the one on the right is fresh and elegant, "Exquisite Hands and Benevolence".

Even Yan Muyun, who knew nothing about calligraphy, could feel the profound skill in these eight characters and couldn't help but be in awe.

"Lele's safety is priceless to us. I know your department must have stipulated that no money is allowed for accepting gifts, but this only represents our intentions and does not break the rules." Liu Yuhang explained.

Wu Zihan smiled: "My husband is a well-known artist, and his handwriting is very beautiful."

Li Qingke nodded in approval and said: "It is indeed beautiful. This calligraphy is not simple at first glance. My dad is very interested in calligraphy. If he sees this calligraphy, he will definitely want to get to know you."

"Haha, thank you for the compliment." Liu Yuhang smiled a little cautiously.

"Thank you, I will hang it in my office." Li Qingke said very sincerely.

Yan Muyun blinked at the side and said, "I will also... hang it in my study."

Well, although the only study room in the house is usually used by Yan Yiming.

A few more people exchanged pleasantries, and finally saw that the time was almost up, so the couple planned to say goodbye and leave.

The five of them came to the elevator. Wu Zihan said with a smile: "Doctor Li, you can go back to work. There is no need to see us off. I'm sorry for disturbing you for so long."

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll take you to the parking lot." Li Qingke said with a smile.

"Oh, no need to do that. That would be too troublesome for you."

"No trouble, no trouble."

The elevator door opened, and Yan Muyun finally ended the tug-of-war: "I'll just go and see them off by myself. It's inconvenient for you to run up and down the stairs. I'll go back to the big office after seeing them off in a while."

Seeing that both of them were trying to persuade him, Li Qingke stopped insisting and could only stand there with a smile and say goodbye to them.

After a few people went downstairs, Wu Zihan chatted with Yan Long for a while, generally asking him how his life was after graduating from high school, and which university he would go to study in the future, etc. There was nothing special.

After the teachers and students said goodbye to each other, Yan Muyun sent the three of them to the parking lot outside. Wu Zihan hugged the boy Lele and got into the car, while her husband Liu Yuhang had a serious face and pulled him to the side.

"You really have something to say, is it about Dr. Li?" Yan Muyun asked with a smile.

"How do you know?" Liu Yuhang was slightly stunned.

"Just now in the office, you and your wife always glanced at her from time to time, as if you were hesitant to speak, but I could see it clearly from the side."

Liu Yuhang frowned and was silent for a moment, then pursed his lips and said, "Yes, I do have something to say, something very important."

"So what is it?"

"Dr. Li is very likely to have an accident in the past few days."

"Something happened?" Yan Muyun was stunned.

"No, that's not right." Liu Yuhang shook his head slightly, his face becoming very gloomy:

"To be precise, it is very likely that he will die."