Rebirth of Brotherly Love

"There are no outsiders now, you can tell the truth, brother."

The deep and calm voice made An Luo's heart tremble suddenly.

--truth?What is the so-called truth?In fact, I am another An Luo who survived the plane crash in Vancouver 27 years ago and was inexplicably reborn into your brother?

Such an unbelievable truth is hard for even An Luo to accept, let alone others.

It is impossible to predict what the consequences of telling the truth will be. The people in the An family know that there is another soul living in the body of their most beloved eldest son and grandson. They will probably look at him like a monster, and maybe want to kill this invading An family. Someone with a low body, right?As calm as Anze, it is even possible to send this "Anluo" to the Institute of Biology for further study.

An Luo didn't want to make himself an outlier in their eyes, let alone do unsure things like "telling the truth".

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind instantly, An Luo quickly calmed down, looked up at An Ze, and said calmly, "What do you want me to tell the truth?"

Anze stared at him silently.

An Luo also refused to admit defeat, looking at his brother calmly.

The suffocating stare at each other lasted for a long time, and then Anze opened his mouth and said in a low voice: "If you pretended to lose your memory because you were worried about someone harming you, then don't worry, that person will definitely not be me." Suddenly, Anze's tone became extremely sincere, "Brother, I am a soldier, and I have my own beliefs and principles."

An Luo looked at him and said, "You mean, my kidnapping has nothing to do with you?"

Anze smiled: "Of course, I never hold anything back when I do things. If I did it this time, you wouldn't be able to survive until now."

An Luo was silent for a moment, "Okay, I can believe that this matter has nothing to do with you. But I also really lost my memory, and I'm not pretending." An Luo's face was very calm, and a pair of bright black eyes stared straight at the person in front of him. Anze, "I said so, do you believe it?"

Anze said: "Do you think I will believe it?"

"We have been together for so many years, you should know my habits very well, do you think I am pretending?" An Luo paused slightly, "If you don't believe me, you can test me like An Yan to see if I still remember the previous Things. Like, bring me a bouquet and see if I'm allergic to pollen."

Anze looked at him, but didn't speak.

An Luo raised his eyebrows slightly, "Are there any other questions? If not, you can go out, I want to rest."

Anze silently looked at his cold side face. After a long time, he finally turned around and walked out. When he reached the door, he suddenly turned around and said, "I will find out about your kidnapping. Don't worry, I will never let this It happened a second time."

Anze paused, turned and left, "I'm glad...you survived, brother."

The last sentence was covered by the sound of closing the door, leaving only vague syllables in my ears, as if the voice with heavy emotions was just a trance illusion.

An Luo looked up at the closed door.

Anze had disappeared in front of him, and in the silent bedroom, only the sound of his shallow breathing and stalling heartbeat remained.

Although he acted calmly in front of him just now, An Luo's heart is actually very guilty. After all, amnesia is just a rhetoric to cover up the truth, and that truth is an incredible rebirth that he can't say, and dare not say easily.

An Luo frowned, and turned to look at the full-length mirror on the wall.

I don't know what kind of person this An Luo is, and I don't know if his family really loves him that much. It's really unfair to him that his soul occupies his body like this.

However, compared to the death of both An Luo, this method may also be a new beginning.

An Luo stretched out his hand and gently touched his cheek, and the person in the mirror reached out to touch his face at the same time—this feeling was very subtle, as if the man in the mirror and himself were two completely different lives Body, and it seems that the two have already merged into one.

They contradict each other, yet they fit together.

A face very similar to the self in the previous life, still looks as cold as ice.

The previous An Luo always had such a cold expression, it was because the previous An Luo had resisted the burden of the mafia family alone at a young age.The relatives around him left one after another, the hearts of the loved ones belonged to each other, and the friend who used to be sympathetic to each other suddenly pointed a gun at his chest one day...

After staying in that dark environment for a long time, he didn't want to trust anyone, and he didn't dare to trust anyone easily.Gradually, he learned to wrap himself tightly with a hard and cold shell. He made himself indifferent, strong, and able to deal with all difficulties.

He has the highest power and status, but he is not happy at all.

No family, no love, no friendship, tossing and turning all night, unable to fall asleep, at the moment of the plane crash, he even breathed a long sigh of relief that he was finally free.

But why does An Luo in this life have such a cold face?

This An Luo is different from the An Luo in the previous life. He has a gentle and loving father, a younger brother who cares about him, and a grandfather An Guangyao who loves him very much. He has so much love from his family, is he still unhappy?

An Luo was puzzled.

After carefully looking around, I realized that the layout of this bedroom was very familiar.

Dark gray sheets and curtains of the same color, a black desk and a laptop on the table... It seems that the memory suddenly returned to the previous life, the bedroom where I slept alone for many years, the furniture also had such a simple layout and bleak tones.

Not only their looks are similar, but their hobbies are also similar.

An Luo sat on the edge of the bed, gently touched the fine-textured sheets, feeling a little complicated.

Judging from such a bedroom layout, this An Luo is obviously very unhappy, and he doesn't know why.

Turning his head to look at the black desk, there was a photo frame on it, because it was placed on its side, An Luo couldn't see what was in the photo frame at all from his position, so he wanted to take a look out of curiosity, but unfortunately his legs were inconvenient, so An Luo had no choice but to wrinkle Frowning, he moved over with difficulty, moved to the side of the bed, and stretched out his hand to reach the photo frame on the table...

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and the strange posture of An Luo supporting the bed with one hand and trying to reach the table with the other hand was caught in the eyes of the trespasser.

The intruder was An Mo. After seeing his brother's posture, he couldn't help but smiled and said, "What does brother want? Let me get it for you."

An Luo quickly withdrew his hand and sat upright, with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face.

Fortunately, it was An Mo who came in, not the creepy An Ze. An Mo has the kind of younger brother who should be well-behaved and docile. In addition, he is relatively short and thin. In front of him, An Luo can be an older brother. Feel.

An Mo didn't say much when he saw his brother's embarrassed posture, and walked to the bed naturally, put a plate of fruit in his hand on the table, picked up the photo frame and handed it to An Luo, and asked with a smile: "Brother Do you want to see this?"

An Luo gave a "hmm" and took the photo frame in his hand.

In the photo frame is a beautiful woman and a little boy about seven years old. The woman is smiling and holding the hand of the child. The child is quite beautiful at such a young age, with fair skin and red lips, but his face is a little stiff, so he was caught. Taking pictures seemed to make him very unhappy. He pouted awkwardly, and instead of looking at the camera, he turned his head and looked at the woman next to him aggrievedly.

An Luo was a little curious: "The person in the photo...is it me?"

An Mo smiled: "Brother, do you think so?"

An Luo said, "It's kind of like that."

The child's haughty pouting face and the face that becomes stiff every time he looks at the camera are indeed somewhat similar to his adult self. Although An Luo doesn't want to admit it, the facts are right in front of him... he has no choice but to admit it up.

An Mo smiled and said, "This is you, and the one next to you is your mother."

Mother?An Luo looked at the woman in the photo in surprise, "My mother? Where is she now? Why didn't I hear my father mention it?" An Yudong only explained his grandfather and younger brother in the car, and didn't mention his mother at all. .

"She..." An Mo glanced at his brother and whispered, "She's not here anymore."

An Luo looked at the photo in silence for a moment. He felt that An Luo's unhappiness might have something to do with his mother. Curious, he turned around and asked, "How did she die?"

An Mo said, "He died of an accident."

"What accident?"

An Mo paused, "Brother, since you lost your memory, the past is not important anymore."

What he said aroused An Luo's curiosity even more, "I want to know."

"elder brother……"

"tell me."

Seeing An Luo's stubborn expression, An Mo was silent for a moment, and then said softly, "She died in a car accident when you were seven years old, the day this photo was taken."

"..." An Luo stiffly shook the photo frame in his hand.

This photo was placed on the table, so it was taken on the day of her funeral?

"Our two families went out for an outing together. She was very happy and pulled you around to take pictures. You made trouble with her and didn't want to ride in the same car with her. She couldn't help it, so she changed seats with me and took another car with my parents. The car, and then, the car suddenly exploded into ashes in an accident, my parents and your mother..."

An Luo gently clenched his fingers, and suddenly felt a strange feeling of suffocation in his chest. The pain spreading from his heart was slowly transmitted to his mind along the nerves of his whole body... Vaguely, he seemed to have seen the terrible scene of the car exploding, It was as if he had experienced such a tragic scene before.

Hearing An Mo calmly recount these past events, An Luo couldn't say a word.

It was obviously someone else's story, but the feeling of depression suddenly sprang out of his heart like a beast that had been unchained, and his emotions became uncontrollable, even making him unable to maintain his usual calmness.

An Luo clenched his fingers tightly and tried to adjust his breathing. The bright smile of the strange woman in the photo only made his eyes glaring.

An Mo's soft voice sounded next to his ear, "It's been a long time, brother, you don't have to blame yourself too much, this accident is not your fault, don't think too much about it."

His fingers were gently held by him, conveying a reassuring warmth.

An Luo nodded, but did not speak.

Seeing that his expression was not right, An Mo changed the subject and said, "Brother, do you want some fruit? These are the lychees my uncle asked me to bring over. They are very fresh."

An Luo said coldly: "No, I want to rest early."

An Mo had no choice but to stand up and said, "Brother, go to bed early, good night."

An Luo kept watching him leave, then went to bed and covered himself with the quilt, and gently closed his eyes.