2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

June 2, 2052.

It was lunch time, and there were three tables of diners sitting outside.

In the kitchen, Zhang Feiyu, wearing a white hat and an apron, stood in front of the stove and stir-fried vegetables. Green chili peppers and slices of meat were sizzling up and down, and spicy and pungent heat rose up.

Today's technology is becoming more and more advanced, and there are all kinds of automatic cooking machines that are dazzling and overwhelming. However, he still insists on using the most traditional and laborious method.

According to the old customers who often come here to eat, only the dishes fried in this way have that flavor.

When the heat was almost done, Zhang Feiyu picked up the pot with his left hand and used the shovel with his right hand to pull it out. With a crisp and clean movement, all the fried pork with chili peppers was poured into the white porcelain plate, without any oil splashing outside the plate.

At this moment, a sharp siren suddenly came from the street outside.

Zhang Feiyu looked at the freshly cooked dishes with a look of regret on his face: "What a pity."

A figure rushed in from outside the door. The honest-looking young man had a panicked face: "Boss, Alien Alarm, let's leave quickly."

"Okay, you go first, I'll be right behind." Zhang Feiyu took off his hat and threw it on the table.

All the customers in the store had already left. The waiter Xiao Li even came in to remind him before running away. It seems that he can consider giving this young man a salary increase in the future.

Zhang Feiyu turned on his mobile phone and walked out, and then discovered that the red dark curtain on the map was not far from his store diagonally opposite.

"Unlucky." He sighed, put his phone in his pocket and prepared to leave.

However, at this moment, two figures arguing across the street attracted his attention.

"Don't worry about me, run away! This is my job!" the young man standing next to the motorcycle shouted loudly.

"Work sucks! You're just an intern!" A young man in his early twenties not far from him jumped anxiously: "Listen to your uncle and run away!"

Uncle? The two of them look only a few years apart, so why are they so different from each other?

Zhang Feiyu, who had just trotted out not far away, looked back at the two young men, and then subconsciously slowed down.

He stood there in a daze for a few seconds, then suddenly started to walk back and hid in the restaurant again.

This time the alien species arrived faster than before, and a dark red fire erupted across the street without warning, like a star breaking into pieces.

The huge impact swept through the entire neighborhood in an instant. The vending machine instantly fell apart. The heavy black motorcycle in front of it was overturned and fell to the ground. The young man who was close was thrown away by the air wave.

"Be careful!" The older young man stepped forward and opened his arms, and then both of them were sent flying.

Zhang Feiyu, who was hiding in the store, narrowed his eyes and watched everything happening outside quietly, indifferently.

Then, just as he had guessed, the young man standing next to the motorcycle was indeed an intern from the Special Branch. He put on the standard power mecha as soon as he stood up.

The other young man didn't know if he was knocked unconscious. He was stunned and didn't know how to run. He looked around with a stupid look on his face.

Zhang Feiyu didn't hesitate, quickly opened the store door and waved vigorously to the other party.

The young man noticed this and ran over, rolling and crawling.

As the distance between the other party and himself narrowed, Zhang Feiyu's pupils shrank, and the figure deep in his memory gradually became clear, and finally overlapped with the pale and panicked face in front of him.

Like, so similar.

However, he didn't show any abnormalities on the surface. He subconsciously spoke Mandarin about plastic, a specialty of his hometown: "Come in, come in, ordinary people are not joking about that stuff."

...

Two fireballs flew towards this side with long flame tails. Zhang Feiyu's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, he pretended to scream, and when he stood up, he touched the shoulder of the young man squatting next to him.

As he ran towards the store, he turned to look at the figure sitting on the ground behind him.

Could it be him?

If it was really him, even an attack ten times more powerful than this would not be able to harm even a hair on his head.

Zhang Feiyu stopped and stared at the young man's back, invisible ripples forming in his palms.

Just before he was about to take action, the silver light that was so familiar to him finally bloomed.

...

Zhang Feiyu stood in front of the charred and dilapidated store, looking deeply at the young man who was talking with the Special Branch commissioner not far away.

As he expected, the other party did not hold him accountable, but directly got on the float vehicle and left.

That was okay, because I was not ready to contact him.

No, it would be better to say that we should never have any contact with him again.

...

Zhang Feiyu never thought that his daughter would work with him one day.

"Boss, please have a bowl of noodles."

"Okay!" He pretended not to recognize the two of them, put the noodles into the pot, and then asked: "What does the other one eat?"

"Hmm... it's round."

"Haha." Tang Wuling scratched the back of his head with a subtle expression.

"Zhang Feiyu, Zhang Feiyu, not Zhang Yu, there is no three hundred taels of silver here, it really is yours."

"30 years." Zhang Feiyu nodded.

"I used to be." Zhang Feiyu nodded.

"Dad, you just recognized me."

Time returns to the present.

He didn't go on because enough was enough.

"Dad!" Zhang Xixue stamped her feet angrily.

"Um?"

Yan Muyun turned his head to look at him and sighed: "No wonder you came to Menxia from Hunan."

But Zhang Feiyu couldn't laugh.

Yan Muyun turned his head, looked at the man opposite again, and said softly:

Yan Muyun raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly to look at the man sitting opposite him: "Are you the umbrella handle?"

.......

"so......"

His voice was very soft, as if he was talking in his sleep.

The daughter smiled brightly, and the bruised and bruised young man standing next to her also smiled shyly.

Zhang Feiyu was silent and did not respond. He just lowered his eyes and tapped his fingertips lightly on the table.

"It was 7 years ago. Although he has retired now, Ayu's status in the Black Umbrella is still very high." Tang Wuling added while rubbing his chin.

Zhang Feiyu made a sad look: "That is to say, he is 52 years old this year."

Zhang Feiyu was afraid that his daughter would be really angry, so he quickly laughed, saying that he was just joking, but he felt more and more melancholy in his heart.

Yan Muyun collapsed on the chair as if he had no bones: "30 years."

"Thanks to you, I had a long sleep." Yan Muyun showed a half-smile expression on his face: "Now that I finally woke up, the first thing you asked me for was to ask for my help. ?”

Yan Muyun held on to the armrest and sat up slightly: "Why do you suddenly want to see me?"

"What do you want me to help you with?"

Tang Wuling, who was sitting next to him, opened his mouth, thinking of repeating "30 years" to ease the atmosphere, but after looking at their expressions, he rationally chose to pick up the coffee.

"Why do you specifically tell me not to be with him?" The daughter tilted her head, looking a little confused.

...

"Ahem..." Tang Wuling coughed quietly next to him and said softly: "Well, Prince, actually, I don't have that much respect in the Black Umbrella, your mother's matter... "

"I have something to ask you for help with," Zhang Feiyu said.

"Um."

"Okay." He put the second bowl of noodles into the pot quickly, then reached out to fan the moisture in front of him, his eyes widening with a somewhat exaggerated expression: "Xixue?"

"If you are really with him, should I treat him as my son, or should I call him my brother?"

"I'm almost 52."