Rebirth of Brotherly Love

It's so hot...the surroundings are full of dazzling firelight...the body seems to be shaking violently...the screams and shouts in my ears are so loud that I have a splitting headache...

"Brother, let's go!" An Luo's voice was particularly dry due to nervousness.An Yang was very calm, gently pressed his trembling hand, and said, "Where can you go?"

"Brother..." An Luo heard his voice choked with unconcealable sobs.

An Yang turned around and said with a smile: "Compared to dying of old age and sickness, it's actually not bad for us to die together like this."

There was a deafening explosion in my ears...

"Brother——" An Luo suddenly sat up from the bed, a thin layer of cold sweat oozing from his forehead.In the scene of the plane crash, An Yang's smiling eyes seemed to just happen...

An Luo clutched his shirt tightly and took a deep breath, but a deep voice suddenly sounded in his ear: "Are you awake?"

An Luo raised his head, and suddenly met a young man's face.

The flying sword eyebrows reveal a cynical chic, and the deep eyes have a warm smile like spring; the familiar lips are slightly curved, calm and calm; there is also a familiar white shirt, neat and clean, always like a newly bought Same.

——An Yang? !

An Luo froze on the bed in shock.

How could it be him?How could it be him?Is this another dream? !

"You seem to have a fever." He gently reached out his hand and pressed it against An Luo's forehead to test his body temperature. Then, his pretty brows frowned slightly, then he turned around, poured a glass of water and brought it over, with two still in his hand. pills of different colors, "Here, take some antipyretics."

An Luo stared at him blankly, let him help him up, let him pass the water to his lips, and fed the medicine.

It wasn't until the slightly cool water poured into his throat that An Luo finally came to his senses. He held onto his hand tightly and said, "Brother, are you still alive? What's going on? Why are you here, brother..."

The other party seemed to be a little surprised, and he withdrew his hand calmly, smiled slightly, and said, "You probably misidentified the person, we haven't met before."

"..." An Luo looked puzzled.

"By the way, let me introduce you. I'm An Yang, the leader of the special case team. I'm in charge of your kidnapping case. Susie should have told you the general situation. Don't worry, I sent someone to kidnap you, just to protect you better."

"..." An Luo stared at him blankly.

An Yang thought his dazed look was cute, so he couldn't help but smiled, and said, "Is it because I look like someone? You just kept holding my hand and calling me brother. But, An Luo , you are the eldest son of the An family, you don't have an older brother."

"..." An Luo recovered from his daze, looked at him silently, and frowned slightly.

An Yang said in a low voice: "I know that it is very difficult and cruel for a person to accept that he has a mental illness. Don't be afraid, I will arrange a psychologist to meet with you tomorrow, and then I will have a good talk with him. It will help you." An Yang patted the back of An Luo's hand lightly and said, "Take a good rest."

After that, he turned and walked towards the door.

An Luo kept staring closely at his back until he stopped at the door, and then suddenly said: "Experience can be an illusion, so what about feelings?"

An Yang stopped.

An Luo said: "Will you fall in love with an illusion that doesn't exist at all?"

An Yang frowned slightly, but still explained with a good temper: "People with mental illness usually have no self-awareness. They don't think they are sick, but think that everything in the hallucination is real."

Looking back at An Luo, An Yang couldn't help but soften his voice, "Don't be stubborn, wait until the psychiatrist comes to see you and your condition is under control, maybe you can slowly remember the past."

An Luo ignored his words, but whispered to himself: "He likes black roses very much, but he doesn't even look at other flowers; he likes to drink Blue Mountain coffee, but hates the taste of latte; he likes black roses." He eats bamboo shoots and eggplants, and hates all spicy food; he never puts shallots in his porridge, and when he sees shallots, he will frown and pick them out..."

"He has a lover named Su Zihang, he is willing to give up everything for him, he bought a wedding diamond ring, chose the most beautiful church in the world, he wants to take him abroad to register for marriage, they are the most in love I have ever seen lover."

An Luo raised his head and looked fixedly at An Yang at the door, with an extremely serious expression on his face, "He is my brother. No one has the right to deny his existence, including you."

An Yang looked at An Luo silently.

An Luo's whole body looked like a tight string. Although he tried to stay calm, in the next moment, perhaps a simple sentence could completely break him down.With tightly clenched fists, slightly red eyes, and slightly trembling lips, this man who pretends to be calm actually makes people feel a little distressed.

An Yang thought for a while and said, "Okay, let's not discuss this matter for now. You need to rest now, don't think too much about it." Then he turned and walked out, closing the door gently.

No one knew that An Luo in the room finally broke down and hugged his head with his hands at the moment the door closed. The word splitting headache is not enough to describe his feeling at the moment. Every blood vessel in his head seemed to burst It's just as uncomfortable to drive.

How ridiculous?The person who looked exactly like An Yang calmly declared that all this was just an illusion caused by schizophrenia.They actually wanted to use the reason of schizophrenia to completely negate An Luo's life.

However, even if everyone uses hallucinations to explain everything, An Luo will silently stick to his beliefs.He didn't believe it was an illusion, because the name An Yang was as precious to him as life.

***

When An Yang walked into the living room, Susie was sorting out a stack of documents. She looked up at him and said, "Sir An, how is he doing? It seemed like he was having a nightmare just now. I heard him calling brother all the time."

An Yang said calmly: "He has a bit of a fever. I fed him antipyretics and gave him a sleeping pill by the way. He probably fell asleep again now."

Susie nodded, fell silent for a while, and said softly: "Actually, he is quite pitiful. He has been living in his own fantasy world. The brother he imagined doesn't exist at all..."

"You go back first." An Yang interrupted her, "You are tired after a busy day."

Susie hurriedly said: "I'd better stay here, the killer they sent this time is not easy to deal with."

"It doesn't matter. This is my private villa. There are no more than five people who know this place. Besides, those killers are trying to sneak into the hospital and assassinate that fake An Luo." An Yang smiled slightly and said, "You first Go back, with me here, there will be no problem."

Susie smiled and saluted, "Then I'm leaving, boss."

An Yang nodded, "Well, be careful on the road."

After Susie left, An Yang frowned slightly, turned and walked to the living room, picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number.

"Sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off." A man's calm voice came from beside his ear.

An Yang whispered: "Stop pretending, Yueping, I have something urgent to see you, are you free now?"

Zhou Yueping said calmly: "Sir An, does your special case team investigate cases regardless of time? It's ten o'clock in the evening, and I have to get off work to rest, and I will investigate tomorrow if I have something to do."

"Not as a policeman, but as a friend, I want to see you." An Yang paused slightly, "This time, it's my private matter."

Zhou Yueping was silent for a moment, "Well, I'm unlucky to know you. Where are you, I'll go directly to find you."

***

Half an hour later, Zhou Yueping's car stopped at the door of An Yang's villa.

An Yang went downstairs and took him to the living room. Zhou Yueping looked around and said, "Men with a cleanliness are really scary. The house is as clean as a funeral parlor."

"You have to hurt me a few words to be happy?" An Yang smiled slightly, poured a cup of brewed coffee and handed it to him, "Do you want coffee?"

Zhou Yueping shook his head, "No, I don't like coffee, especially Blue Mountain coffee."

An Yang sat across from him, took a sip from the coffee cup, and said, "You knew this must be Blue Mountain?"

Zhou Yueping said: "Nonsense, everyone who knows you knows that you are very particular about coffee. You spend a lot of money to buy authentic coffee beans and brew them yourself, and you only drink Blue Mountain." After a slight pause, he said seriously, " From a psychological point of view, your behavior can be regarded as a mild paranoid personality disorder."

An Yang looked at the coffee, was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "My habits are only known to my family and friends, but... how would he know?"

"Him?" Zhou Yueping looked up in surprise, "Who is he?"

An Yang frowned slightly, "A stranger, but he told me all my habits. I like black roses, I like to drink Blue Mountain coffee, I like to eat bamboo shoots and eggplants, and I never put chives in porridge. What do you think? is it possible?"

Zhou Yueping shook his head, "No way? I don't even know many of your strange habits."

"So there can only be two explanations. One is that he guessed wildly, but he guessed everything right; the other is that he really knew me, but I don't remember him."

"..." Zhou Yueping was silent for a moment, "After talking for a long time, who is he?"

An Yang paused slightly, "He is a poor man diagnosed with schizophrenia. He has been having hallucinations. In the world of hallucinations, he has a brother who treats him very well. But the problem now is that in his hallucinations All the habits of my older brother are exactly the same as mine."

Zhou Yueping frowned slightly, "How is this possible?"

"I also find it incredible. You know, I'm an only child and I don't have a younger brother. But when I saw him today, I felt a strange sense of familiarity. I seem to have heard the name of another person he mentioned before."

"Do you think the problem lies with yourself?"

An Yang nodded, "I suspect that I have been hypnotized."

"Why did you suddenly have such an idea?"

"Because there is always a part of my memory that can't be connected. There seems to be a gap of about a year in my childhood." An Yang turned to look at Zhou Yueping and said, "That's why I came to you today. If I really did hypnosis Technique, can that part of the memory be retrieved?"

Zhou Yueping thought for a while and said, "It's best to find the psychiatrist who did hypnotism for you back then. If someone else does it, it's very likely that your memory will be messed up."

"It's up to you to do it. Your professional level can minimize this risk."

Zhou Yueping said: "No matter how low the risk is, it still exists. I can't guarantee that you will not have an accident." After a pause, he said seriously, "An Yang, I advise you not to take this risk, you are living a good life now Are you alright? If you lose your childhood memories, you will lose them, it doesn't matter."

An Yang picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, and said in a low voice: "I am living a good life, but I don't want to owe anyone. If this matter is really related to me, I will never choose to escape."

Although there was a smile on his face, what was conveyed in his eyes was tough and determined.

Zhou Yueping glanced at him, and sighed helplessly, "Well, you have a bad temper, and no one can persuade you to make a decision. In this case, I will help you with this. I need to know the specific time when you were hypnotized first. .”

An Yang nodded, "If my deduction is correct, I was hypnotized about 20 years ago..."