Rebirth of Brotherly Love

An Luo had a dream. In the dream, he returned to the summer when he was 20 years old. He just got his driver's license and drove out with his brother An Yang. A serious car accident happened on the highway.

"—An Luo—be careful!"

The moment the car hit, An Yang's anxious voice sounded in his ear, and An Luo felt a huge force rushing towards him, and then, his body was protected by him in a hugging posture.

The car was knocked out of the highway and turned directly down the hillside. An Luo only felt the world spinning in front of him. He didn't feel any pain when his body was hugged by An Yang, but he clearly heard the pain lying on his body. A muffled sound came from An Yang's throat.

The car rolled a few laps and finally stopped on the flat ground below the hillside. He smelled a pungent gasoline smell. An Luo hurriedly opened the door and dragged An Yang out of the car with all his strength.

The car behind him exploded, and the flames in the sky reflected An Yang's blood-stained face.

His head was smashed, and blood kept gushing out. An Luo reached out to wipe the blood on his face in a panic, and wiped more and more, his fingers trembled uncontrollably, and his voice couldn't help trembling slightly: "Brother , wake up..."

An Yang struggled to open his eyes, gently held An Luo's hand, smiled and said, "An Luo, it's good that you're fine..."

An Luo hugged him tightly, "I, I'm fine...I'll call you an ambulance...don't worry...brother...you'll be fine..."

He heard his own voice choked with unconcealable sobs. Every time he uttered a syllable, his lungs seemed to be squeezed hard by a pair of hands, and there would be a suffocating and dull pain in his chest.

The piercing sound of the ambulance rang in his ears, and An Luo suddenly woke up from his dream——

The cold sweat seeping from the back made the pajamas stick tightly to the body, and it was difficult to breathe as if his neck was being strangled. An Luo loosened his collar, took a few deep breaths to calm his violent heartbeat, and opened the head of the bed with a frown. Looking up, it was pitch black outside the window, and the hour hand on the wall was pointing to three o'clock in the morning.

Another nightmare.

Just a normal nightmare.

This kind of plot has been staged countless times in the dream, like an old movie played back and forth in front of his eyes, he even clearly remembers every detail in it, even the cold temperature when tears fall from his cheeks seems to be real .

That year, he was only 20 years old.

At that moment, he shed tears uncontrollably for the first time since he was sensible.

For many nights later, when An Yang opened his eyes, the phrase "An Luo, you're fine" always reappeared in dreams over and over again... Every word was like the sharpest knife, Deep in his heart.

In the following many years, when he faced tremendous pressure alone to rule out public opinion and take back Anjia's equity, when he had the highest right to stand on the top of the An's Group building, when he looked at the bustling crowd downstairs and My own projection on the floor-to-ceiling windows...

Whenever it is the most difficult and lonely time, he always thinks of that scene back then.

At the moment of the car accident, An Yang threw himself over to protect him without hesitation, regardless of the danger to his life. With his face covered in blood, he gently held his hand and said, "It's good that you're fine."

Whenever he thought of that picture, An Luo felt his heart filled with warmth.

He knew that An Yang only regarded him as his younger brother, and he also knew that Su Zihang's position in An Yang's heart would never be replaced by anyone.

But even if it's just his younger brother... for him, it's enough.

***

An Luo picked up a cigarette from the table, walked to the French window, and lit it silently.

When An Yang was recovering from a car accident, he shouldered the heavy burden left by his father alone when he was young. He gradually got used to going through all kinds of difficulties alone, getting used to waking up in the middle of the night alone, looking at the dark room The only faint light that shines in the house.

It was an exquisite lighter. It was a birthday present that An Yang ordered at a high price for him that year. It was engraved with the word "Luo".

There is a small luminous pearl inlaid in the middle of the lighter, which will emit a lustrous light at night.

Whenever he wakes up alone in the middle of the night and is swallowed by the terrible darkness, An Luo will hold the glowing lighter in his hand, look at the faint light, feel the cold temperature of the metal, it seems like this will make him calmer.

Many years have passed.

He is no longer the little An Luo who saw An Yang smoking and wanted to smoke it out of curiosity, but was choked and coughed; he was no longer the little An Luo who secretly hid his brother's lighter in his pocket; he was no longer that Little An Luo quietly followed behind his brother and looked up at his back.

Now he is the ruler of the An family, and already possesses the highest power.

He is always cold in front of outsiders, he is used to being expressionless and sarcastic. No one knows that there is actually a gap in his heart that can never be filled.

That gap is An Yang.

It's hard to express in words what it's like to have a crush on someone.

I've been secretly in love for so long that I can't remember when I fell in love with An Yang for the first time, and I can't even remember the moment when I fell in love.

It's just that the scene of meeting An Yang for the first time is still clearly engraved in his mind.

It was still a youthful and ignorant boyhood. He was fostered by his grandmother's house since he was a child and came to the strange Anjia for the first time. He was completely unfamiliar with the Anjia environment and stood at the door feeling uneasy and at a loss. At this moment, wearing a white casual An Yang, who was fully dressed, came down from upstairs, smiled and stretched out his arms, and gave him an extremely strange but extremely warm hug.

I remember him whispering in his ear: "Welcome home, An Luo. I am your brother, An Yang."

It was at that moment that he recognized that person as his close relative.Even later, it slowly became a favorite in my heart.

It's a pity that such a secret love is destined to have no results.

***

An Luo looked at the dark night outside the window, with a slightly bitter smile on his lips.

Turning around, he took the exquisite lighter from the bedside, gently holding it in his hand, feeling its familiar temperature... He never told An Yang that he actually liked this gift very much, and it was something he had received since childhood. best gift.

——Even if he can't get his love in his whole life, he never regrets everything he has done for him.

However, if there is an afterlife, I hope that we will not meet each other again.

Because of this road that was destined to be fruitless, he no longer had the strength to continue walking.