2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

The night was not very peaceful.

In the first half of the night, Zhang Zitong would poke his head out of the bed every half hour, and every time she would meet Yan Muyun's eyes that were half helpless and half reproachful.

It wasn't until she went back and forth three times that she didn't have the courage to continue testing, and finally fell asleep in the middle of the night.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Yan Muyun got up, washed up, ordered takeout, and then sat in the living room to continue studying Meng Qian's information.

He originally thought that Zhang Zitong would sleep until noon, but he never thought that less than half an hour later, there was movement in the room.

The girl with disheveled hair ran out wearing one slipper, and she was relieved until she saw him sitting on the sofa. Immediately he realized that his image was really not good at this time, and he ran back all the way.

Yan Muyun was amused and felt a little pity in his heart. From these actions, it could be seen that Zhang Zitong was extremely insecure now.

Including the forced kiss she had last night, it wasn't necessarily out of pure "like", but more of "dependence".

Maybe it was just because he was the only one who could protect her, so in order to "please myself" to gain more protection, she thought she was willing to make some sacrifices to keep herself.

Maybe after this incident, one month or two months later, she might regret her actions during this period.

Yan Muyun didn't think it was very noble of him not to "take advantage of others' danger" this time. Any mature man with normal views would not lie to a young girl at this time.

Just a few minutes later, Zhang Zitong walked out again, still wearing only the big T-shirt from last night.

This is the advantage of girls of this age group. Just patting your face with water in the morning is enough to look attractive, and you don’t need to spend time on skin care or makeup at all. After staying up so long last night, the dark circles under my eyes didn't even show much this morning. They looked like they were just more obvious at best.

"I didn't expect you to wake up so early and not order your food." Yan Muyun said with a smile.

Zhang Zitong didn't say anything. He walked over, grabbed the remaining half cup of soy milk on the table, and poured it into his mouth.

As if she drank too quickly, a few drops of soy milk slipped from the corner of her mouth and into the collar of the girl's snow-white neck.

"Wipe it quickly." Yan Muyun felt helpless and handed over a few pieces of paper.

Zhang Zitong took the tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth and neck. In the end, he didn't know if he was still awake, but he directly put his hand through the collar, revealing a large patch of snow on the front.

Yan Muyun couldn't help but frown slightly. He didn't know whether the girl learned these behaviors from some strange place or if they were unintentional, but in short, they were a bit too "dangerous" for men.

Zhang Zitong's behavior was a bit similar to the "broken window effect". Anyway, she had already done something even more outrageous last night and was already humiliated. As for Mu Yun, she didn't take a more serious approach to stop her at that time. As a result, she intensified her behavior.

To use an old Chinese proverb, it means the jar is broken.

"Pay attention to your image." Yan Muyun felt helpless.

"Oh, that's it." Yan Muyun laughed. Since the other party was so sensible, he didn't have to bite the bullet and take back the bull he had just blown out.

"Oh." Zhang Zitong replied dully, then sat down next to him and rested his head on his shoulder.

"Why?" Yan Muyun asked subconsciously.

Forget it, just believe that you were not careful this time.

When he came out after relieving himself, the girl on the sofa seemed to be completely awake. She tied herself into a ponytail neatly and stared at him with two bright eyes: "I have decided!"

Zhang Zitong shook his head: "Thank you, brother Yan, but no need, they are all in school now and shouldn't be able to come out."

Zhang Zitong stood up and put his hands on his hips: "Although I still have five months to celebrate my 18th birthday, I want to celebrate it in advance."

"Because..." The girl's expression suddenly became a little lonely, and her voice became smaller and smaller: "In five months, I should be in Australia... No one will celebrate my birthday there... ....”

"?"

"Heavenly Cloud Building."

"They won't let you refund the money." Zhang Zitong used his killer move.

"Ah..." Yan Muyun touched his chin, feeling a little embarrassed.

"The body is awake, but the mind is not yet awake, right?" Yan Muyun joked casually, then got up and planned to go to the toilet first.

Yan Muyun raised his eyebrows: "What to decide?"

"I usually don't eat breakfast." Zhang Zitong hugged his arm with both hands and closed his eyes: "Your soy milk is enough."

Yan Muyun was suddenly troubled. The birthday gifts he was familiar with for women were nothing more than bags, lipstick, perfume, etc., but they always felt too tacky and not suitable for a girl of Zhang Zitong's age.

The corners of Yan Muyun's mouth twitched, and he suddenly wondered whether the other party might have done it on purpose.

"Oh, by the way, what's the name of that hotel?" he asked casually.

However, after saying this, Zhang Zitong seemed to realize that something was wrong. Although his eyes were closed, his face turned red quickly.

"An early birthday."

He regretted it as soon as he said this. You must know that these are extraordinary times, and Zhang Zitong may be attacked by unknown forces at any time. If she called a bunch of friends over, not only would it be difficult to protect her because of the crowd, but those killers would also likely affect the students attending the birthday party. She would not have the confidence to protect a dozen or even dozens of people.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m older, but maybe I think of sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys a little too innocently. You must know that as early as thirty years ago, under the baptism of Douyin's meager Internet platforms, those little kids who had not finished elementary school were all too mature, not to mention the female high school students thirty years later?

Probably due to lack of sleep, Zhang Zitong soon fell asleep with his head on his lap, breathing lightly and regularly.

Unexpectedly, the little girl still shook her head, turned to the bookcase at the back, opened an iron box, took out a black card, and said: "My father used to take me to this hotel for dinner every time I celebrated my birthday. , I poured a lot of money into it, and now there are still several thousand yuan in it. I will go to Australia in the future, and I will definitely not have the chance to eat it. If I don’t spend it, it will be wasted.”

"Won't you give in?" Yan Muyun was defeated, shook his head helplessly and said with a smile, "Okay, then I'll shamelessly give you a meal."

Zhang Zitong continued: "And you don't need to pay..."

"Huh?" Zhang Zitong woke up in a daze, rubbed his eyes and sat up, then stood still.

After last night's offensive, Yan Muyun's immunity had already improved a lot, and he was no longer surprised by this: "I'll give you something to eat."

Yan Muyun felt a little sad when he heard this, and waved his hand: "Yes, I will celebrate your birthday tonight. I will treat you and call all your classmates and friends over. The 18-year-old adult ceremony must be a grand one. ."

Yan Muyun, who noticed her strangeness, sighed and continued to browse the information. He also used his mobile phone to block the part of the corner of his eye where he could accidentally catch a glimpse of spring.

Well, it seems that I have to choose a birthday gift carefully. What should I give...

"Hiss... Well, it suddenly occurred to me..." Yan Muyun felt a bit of toothache. He was just about to find a reason to take back what he just said, but he never thought that the other party would speak first.

He slept like this until almost noon. Yan Muyun saw that the time was almost up, and then he gently tapped the girl's cheek to wake her up: "There are still a lot of things to do today, so wake up quickly."

"Hey, hey, don't say that. Whatever you want to eat tonight will be charged to my account. Don't be polite." Yan Muyun felt that he perfectly matched his true age at this moment, transforming into a 52-year-old uncle in the restaurant. I was pushing and shoving with others, shouting and blushing, and arguing with each other to get the bill.

"Thank you, Brother Yan, but no need."