2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"Are you having some friction with Amir? He said this was the last time to see you off, and he asked you to find a way to return home."

Constantine wore a pair of brown glasses, and the dark lenses concealed his odd-colored eyes very well. He was wearing a dark brown woolen coat, and his blond hair that fell back was meticulously combed. He behaved elegantly and calmly. He was a true aristocratic gentleman.

Compared with him, the young man sitting opposite who was wearing a T-shirt and shorts on a cold day seemed a bit nondescript.

There was a helpless smile on Constantine's lips: "Actually, if it weren't for the fact that the location of that research institute is relatively confidential, he wouldn't even be willing to take you out."

On the streets of Paris in October, the sun shines through the ancient churches and onto the cobblestone streets. Both men and women who came and went were wearing plain long windbreakers and scarves of the same color around their necks. Their temperament was consistent with the somewhat deserted atmosphere around them. Perhaps because of the gloomy weather, most people were walking in a hurry with their heads lowered, and few were joking and joking on the road.

The tempting aroma came from the bakery on the roadside, and from time to time someone came in and out with French armor-piercing bullets in paper bags.

Yan Muyun and Constantine were sitting next to a green river. On both sides of the river were many red and yellow leaves floating on it, moving forward quietly with the water, like flowing sunshine.

The waiter placed two cups of coffee on the small round table, said something in French that Mu Yun could not understand, and then left.

"I like the coffee in this shop very much. Try it." Constantine smiled and extended his hand.

Yan Muyun picked up the cup and took a sip, then grinned: "My wild boar can't taste fine chaff, so I'd better add more sugar, milk or something."

Before he finished speaking, Constantine took a small spoon and put two sugar cubes into his coffee, and glanced up at him strangely.

It seems to be saying: "I didn't let you add sugar."

"I thought this kind of thing must be authentic, adding sugar would seem vulgar." Yan Muyun stuck out his tongue, picked up two sugar cubes with his bare hands and put them into his cup.

"There are so many rules." Constantine stirred the coffee with a spoon and shook his head with a smile.

"That's right, it's just mediocrity." Yan Muyun agreed and picked up the spoon to stir.

The breeze blows, the leaves rustle, and countless sunlight falls from mid-air into the green river.

Constantine's voice was low and magnetic: "So, are you sure you won't use those two opportunities?"

Constantine asked as if to confirm: "Don't want anything?"

"What?" The old man suspected that he heard wrongly.

Yan Muyun chuckled and stopped being sloppy: "You have a divine envoy who once told me that the role I play in China is a weapon, and I will hit wherever it points. He also said As long as I follow you, I will become a complete person with free will. No one can control me or restrain me anymore. And I will become an existence above the secular state."

"You can keep it for me first, and I'll see how it goes later."

"So what are you going to do next?"

Yan Muyun grinned, showing two rows of big white teeth: "I want to see what the Shengyao Order is all about."

"Nothing! Just keep fishing. I just checked it for you. There are a lot of fish over there!"

"Although the words are a bit rough, I am a little moved now."

After a while, Constand sighed: "I understand what you are thinking."

Constantine smiled slightly: "You still don't trust me."

Some hunchbacked old people were sitting on the embankment with small stools, with several fishing rods at their feet, smoking cigarettes and bending over to knead the bait in the basin into balls.

"Thank you." Yan Muyun smiled and raised his hand to gesture to the other party: "Right now, I don't want to join any organization or force. I just want to act with my own will and in my own way."

"Brother, you have given me enough." Yan Muyun clasped his fists with a serious look on his face: "Even if you make me go up mountains of swords and seas of fire, I will never fall out with you."

Constantine: "?"

The old man raised his head inadvertently, but the movements of his hands stopped. On the rocky beach, a figure appeared out of nowhere, wet and carrying a black backpack.

"Shit, today's young people are just telling lies."

The old man was startled again and turned to look at his empty plastic bucket:

...

It was a sunny afternoon in a small seaside town in southern China.

"Are there many fish?"

"Young man, swimming is not allowed here, it's very dangerous!" the old man shouted over there.

"Hey, brother, you are indeed a cultural person. I didn't expect that you know our Chinese proverbs so well. I admire you."

"What the hell." Yan Muyun laughed and said, "You can think that I have a little bit of PTSD. People say that once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of ropes for ten years. Now, I still believe in my own strength more, and I am not used to it. Outsiders have touched my body."

"Well... I feel like I don't really need this thing." Yan Muyun shrugged his shoulders, with a slightly frivolous smile on his lips: "Anyway, we are all brothers now, and all the pale eyes in the world are In your hands, brother, as long as you don’t deal with me, what do I have to fear?”

“Isn’t this sentence usually followed by ‘without hesitation’?”

"What about Bai Tong?"

Yan Muyun didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

Even Constantine was a little embarrassed to see Duo Shiguang again. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pinched his eyebrows: "What are your plans in the future?"

He looked around as if he had seen a ghost. He couldn't figure out where the man came from. There was only one possibility left.

The man just bent down to open his backpack and took out a few pieces of clothing. After hearing his shouting, he waved to this side and shouted the same: "There's no way, brother, I want to fly over directly! But I'm afraid it will be shot down as a UFO!"

Constantine was silent for a moment and said softly: "She and I have no affiliation with any divine envoy. They just understand and agree with my ideas, and then act according to their own will."

Yan Muyun stopped smiling, leaned back on the chair, and looked up at the sky: "Meredith also said something similar, 'A truly strong person should do whatever he wants without any scruples. Only the weak need to abide by the rules, and The strong are the ones who make the rules of the world'... But the problem is, isn't the reason why she rode a Yuanlong to abduct me in the middle of the night because of your words?"

"First, I want to join an organization."

Wave after wave of waves crashed on the rocks not far away, exploding countless white sprays.

"She went too far." Constantine sighed: "Actually, everyone has their own position, which is understandable."