That night, Anze really stayed in the hospital as a family member.

In the middle of the night, An Luo woke up due to internal urgency, fumbled to turn on the light by the bed, and saw An Ze sleeping on the sofa not far away at a glance.

Although the sofa in the ward can be unfolded and used as a bed, for An Ze, who is 1.8 meters tall, such a small bed cannot accommodate his body at all. He curled up on the sofa like a shrimp, because his sleeping position Very uncomfortable and slightly frowning.

Such an unhappy look, compared with the seriousness and indifference in the military uniform on weekdays, has a little more vividness that belongs to a big boy.Obviously he could go home and sleep comfortably, but he insisted on staying in the hospital and sleeping on the sofa. An Ze, who insisted on staying with his brother because he was worried about his brother, moved An Luo a little.

Unable to wake up his sleeping brother, An Luo sat up on the edge of the bed, wanting to go to the bathroom by himself in a wheelchair.Unexpectedly, even though he deliberately relaxed his movements, he still woke up An Ze, who was very light sleeper.

An Ze opened his eyes, and saw An Luo frowning, supporting his body and slowly moving onto the wheelchair. He quickly lifted the blanket and walked quickly to the hospital bed, asking in a low voice, "What do you want, brother? I'll get it for you." .”

An Luo was silent for a moment, then said awkwardly, "I want to go to the bathroom."

An Ze nodded, "Why didn't you wake me up?" There seemed to be reproach in his voice, and after he finished speaking, he bent down and gently lifted An Luo from the bed, "I'll take you there."

An Luo was carried to the bathroom to go to the toilet, and then carried back to the bed by An Ze.Just as he was about to ask for a glass of water, Anze turned around and poured a glass of water before he could speak, handed it to An Luo's lips, and whispered, "Drink a glass of water."

"..." An Luo was speechless for a while.

In the past, An Luo, no matter whether he was drunk and vomited, or he was so sick that he lost his mind, he would never have anyone by his side.He is used to waking up alone in the middle of the night, dragging his exhausted body to get a cup and pour water by himself. He never thought that one day, someone would stand by his side and offer him a glass of water when he was thirsty .

At this moment, the cup full of water was standing firmly in front of him, the hand holding the cup was slender and strong, and An Ze's deep eyes were also full of concern - An Luo suddenly had an indescribable strange feeling in his heart .

An Luo took the water glass from his hand and said softly, "Thank you."

Seeing his brother bowing his head to drink water, Anze smiled slightly——brother, being able to take care of you is a kind of luck to me, and I don't need you to thank me.

What Anze wanted was never your thanks.

***

The next morning, when An Luo woke up, An Ze was no longer on the sofa. Seeing the neatly folded blankets on the sofa like bricks, An Luo couldn't help but smile.This younger brother's style is really rigorous, even if he just slept on the sofa for a night, he still has to make the bed neatly when he leaves.

An Luo went to the bathroom by himself in a wheelchair to freshen up, and then turned around and rang the bell to call the nurse.Soon, Song Yuan walked in, holding a cake box in his hand, with a bright smile on his face, "I woke up so early! Come and have breakfast, Anze asked me to buy it before leaving, I heard you Like to eat this."

Song Yuan put the box on the table and opened it. An Luo looked down and saw that it was his favorite matcha cake.

An Luo seldom eats sweets, and his favorite dessert is matcha cake, because the taste of matcha cake is not as rich as chocolate and cream, but has a refreshing fragrance, which An Luo likes very much.

But, why did Anze know?He remembered that he never told Anze about it.

An Luo was puzzled, and couldn't help asking: "Song Yuan, have you known Anze for a long time, right?" He remembered the conversation between Anze and Song Yuan that day, and they seemed to be old friends.

Song Yuan nodded and said, "Yes, he and I are high school classmates." After a pause, he joked, "Actually, I'm still your fan."

An Luo looked up at her, "What do you mean?"

Song Yuan said seriously: "When you were in high school, you were the student council president of our school. You were handsome, with good grades, and you often got full marks in the exams. Many people in our school admired you, including Anze."

An Luo was surprised: "Does An Ze also admire his brother?"

Song Yuan seemed to think of something funny, and said with a smile: "Yes, Anze has always admired you. In the first year of high school, the teacher once assigned a composition question for everyone to write about the person they admire the most. Most of us wrote All of them are celebrities like Einstein, and some people write about their parents and teachers, but Anze only wrote about his brother."

"..." This idiot is not afraid of being laughed at, An Luo simply doesn't know what to say.

Song Yuan grinned and said: "Anze's composition is very touching, it was read by the teacher as a model essay, and Anze was still blushing at that time."

"Really?" In the first year of high school, Anze was only 14 years old. The 14-year-old little Anze must be very cute when he blushes, right?Unfortunately, I didn't have the chance to see it.

Hearing Song Yuan talk about these past events, An Luo felt a little lost for some reason.

Perhaps it was because An Luo, who was sitting in a wheelchair at the moment, was not the admirable An Luo that Song Yuan said, let alone the elder brother that An Ze admired.Those warm-sounding pictures are just a story of the dead An Luo.The care and love that Anze enjoys now is only because he still bears his brother's identity.

It's hard for An Luo to imagine, if An Ze knew that the brother he admired was dead, and An Luo in front of him was just a stranger... How would he feel?

***

In the evening, An Ze brought another blue fruit to the hospital. An Luo was sitting in a wheelchair watching TV. Seeing An Ze walk into the room, he took off his military uniform, and with a smiling face, he looked even brighter under the evening sun. Look handsome and charming.

"Brother, this is the lychee I bought when I passed by the supermarket just now, come and try it." Anze put the lychee on a plate and brought it to An Luo, picked out the biggest one, peeled it off and handed it to An Luo's lips side.

An Luo glanced at him, took the lychee from his hand and ate it.The two faced each other peeling the lychees. After a while, seeing that Anze peeled the lychees very clumsily, An Luo couldn't help but said, "Don't peel the lychees like this, your hands will be full of water. There is a line in the middle of the lychees, see that?" ?”

Anze wondered: "Where is it?"

An Luo held his hand and showed him a demonstration, "This is right here, you hold the lychee and squeeze it lightly, it will split open automatically."

Looking at the picture of his brother lowering his head and seriously explaining to himself, Anze suddenly remembered the scene when he taught him to hold chopsticks when he was a child. He held his hand gently, and felt the familiar refreshing coolness on the back of his hand. .The feeling of being held by him is so comfortable that Anze never wants to let go.

There was no expression on An Luo's face, but it was such an expressionless face that had a fatal attraction to An Ze... His heart moved slightly, and he couldn't help but want to lean over and kiss him fiercely...but he suddenly looked up Ask: "Will you meet?"

There was no distraction in his eyes, it was pure brotherhood.

Anze quickly suppressed his confused thoughts, and said in a low voice, "Yes."

Fearing that if he continued like this, he would be unable to restrain his strong emotions and do something excessive, Anze hurriedly turned around, fetched a pot of hot water from the bathroom, carried An Luo to the bed, lifted the quilt, rolled up his pant legs.

An Luo's legs were straight and slender, but the legs wrapped in the hospital gown for a long time looked a little pale, and the skin was dry due to poor blood flow.

An Luo asked suspiciously, "What are you doing?"

An Ze gently squeezed An Luo's calf with his hand, and asked, "Do you feel your brother's leg?"

An Luo shook his head: "Not yet."

Moved the finger up again, until it was above the knee, An Luo said, "There is a feeling here."

Anze nodded, "Let me give you a massage. The doctor said it will help you recover." Then he took the towel, soaked it in hot water, wrung it dry, and then gently applied the hot towel on An Luo's On the calf, massage slowly with your hands.

"..." Seeing him carefully wipe his calf with a hot towel, and then gently press it with his fingers, An Luo suddenly didn't know what to say.

An Ze is indeed a very good younger brother, but unfortunately, this younger brother only belongs to An Luo, not really to him.

I don't know how long it took before he massaged his legs carefully. Although he didn't feel any sensation in his legs, An Luo felt that his whole body felt much more comfortable after being massaged by him.

Anze put away the washbasin and towel, and said, "Is brother hungry? I'll go downstairs to buy something to eat."

Seeing him turn around to leave, An Luo suddenly said, "An Ze, you like your brother very much, don't you?"

Anze's back stiffened suddenly, and his fingers even began to tremble slightly.

Seeing that An Ze didn't answer, An Luo continued to ask calmly: "If your brother died unexpectedly when you were kidnapped last time, what would you do?"

Anze turned around and said in a low voice, "Don't talk nonsense, aren't you fine now?"

An Luo raised his head and looked straight into An Ze's eyes, "I mean if."

Anze frowned tightly, but did not answer.

An Luo said: "What if my brother didn't come back from the hospital last time, and didn't lose his memory, but just passed away?"

The eyes of the two met in the air, and they looked at each other silently, neither of them willing to make any concessions.

After a long time, Anze finally said, "Sorry, I can't accept what you said."

"Anze..."

"Don't think about it, I won't let you get into trouble again." An Ze interrupted him with a sullen face, turned and walked out.When I got to the door, I stopped suddenly and said seriously, "Brother, it is the greatest luck for me that you survived this time... Please don't joke about this kind of thing."

Anze's stiff back quickly disappeared from sight.

There was an oppressive silence in the ward, An Luo looked at the closed door and frowned deeply.

——Unfortunately, the greatest luck for you is the greatest misfortune for me.I would rather die in that plane crash than be reborn into this An Luo and live inexplicably.

Looking back on the relationship between the two these days, every bit of warmth and love is like a mirage in a dream. It looks so beautiful, but in fact it is an illusion that does not exist at all.

Anze, how should I tell you... your brother is already dead?

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