Rebirth of Brotherly Love

Seeing that Anze didn't respond, An Luo continued to whisper: "Maybe it's hard for you to believe this, but the truth is like this, I'm not your brother, but another An Luo, from an air crash that happened 27 years ago .”

"When I woke up, I found myself in the ward of the hospital. I thought I hadn't died in an air crash, but later I realized that this was no longer the time and space I was in. This incident was too bizarre, so I had to pretend to have amnesia, temporarily Your brother's identity stays in the An family."

An Luo paused, and said calmly, "I'm not your brother himself, do you understand?"

"..." Anze seemed to be completely frozen there, not knowing how to react.

The silence lasted for a long time before Anze's eyes regained focus. He gently put his hands on An Luo's shoulders, looked into An Luo's eyes seriously, and whispered, "Brother, are you under too much pressure? How could you say such a strange thing?"

An Ze was obviously still in his own world, completely ignoring An Luo's explanation.

"You are my brother, you just lost your memory, don't make such jokes with me..."

Looking at An Ze who lost his composure and even panicked, An Luo felt uncomfortable for a while.He knew that this matter had dealt a great blow to Anze, but after all, the truth could not be kept hidden forever, and one day it would be revealed.

An Luo gently blocked Anze's hand, made Anze's eyes look directly at him, and said calmly and clearly, "Anze, what I said is true, I am not your brother. "

"..."

"An Yang can testify for me, he has no reason to lie to you. If you still don't believe it, you can check the list of victims of the Vancouver plane crash 27 years ago, and there is An Luo's name. I am not amnesia I don't remember you, but..."

"Enough." Anze finally regained his composure, and his confused eyes gradually became clear.

Those eyes were dark and deep, like an endless abyss with no bottom. He stared intently at An Luo's face with such complicated eyes, and whispered word by word: "If you are not my brother, So... what about him?"

An Luo felt chills in his heart when he saw such heavy eyes.

"Where is he?" Anze asked stubbornly.

An Luo was silent for a moment before whispering, "Your brother...may have passed away."

"Maybe?" The corners of Anze's lips suddenly raised a sneer, "You looked at me with his eyes, and told me with his lips, maybe he has passed away?"

"..."

"You mean to say that you are another person's soul, but you live in his body?"

An Luo nodded with difficulty under his extremely cold gaze.

"Have you obtained his consent?" Anze suddenly sneered, "Since you said he is dead, then his body should die with him, and I will not allow anyone to spoil him!"

Before An Luo realized what he said, An Ze's hand suddenly grabbed his throat tightly!

"Uh……"

An Luo opened his eyes wide in surprise, the source of breathing was completely cut off, and a dull suffocation gradually rose in his chest. Out of instinct, An Luo grabbed his hand and began to struggle desperately.

"An... An Ze..." The neck was tightly grasped by a strong force, and the voice in his throat was like a screaming beast. An Luo's eye sockets gradually turned red due to suffocation, and even a layer of eyes rose in his eyes. Moisture, "let go... let go... Anze..."

Anze stared blankly at these familiar eyes.

These dark eyes are always cold and indifferent, but occasionally they will reveal a heart-warming tenderness.

Anze still remembers the time when he was sick when he was a child, his brother stayed by his bed, poured water for him, fed him, and when he clumsily ate rice all over his face, he gently reached out and wiped his lips Rice grains on the side.

He taught him how to hold chopsticks, took him around the city and taught him the way, taught him how to speak Chinese, and taught him how to write every Chinese character. He showed appreciation, and occasionally smiled and said, Anze, you are the smartest child I have ever seen.

There has never been a kind of praise that can make little Anze so happy.When my brother said "you are very smart", the joy to the extreme is still unforgettable to this day.

"Brother..." Anze looked at these eyes, choked up and shouted, "Brother..."

These familiar eyes have haunted Anze's soul for more than ten years, how many times in dreams he saw him smiling and looking at him, how many times he woke up feeling sad because of his indifference.He is the gentlest person in the world, but also the cruelest person in the world. He once gave Anze the greatest warmth and hope, but cruelly took everything back when Anze was addicted to it.

But even so, every time Anze meets his eyes, he can't control his heartbeat, and he can't help but want to get close to him, talk to him, call him brother, and ask him How are you lately...

But at this moment, the familiar eyes are gradually losing the vitality of life, the long eyelashes are constantly trembling, like the wings of a dying butterfly, even a drop of tears flowed from the red eyes, and the transparent liquid fell on the safe. On the back of Ze's hand, the temperature was icy cold.

"let me go……"

The hoarse voice was pleading, like a dying beast making its final cry for help.

Anze's fingers suddenly began to tremble violently.

His skin, his eyes, his voice, and even his breath are clearly the same body, everything is so familiar, but at this moment, the An Luo in front of him is no longer his beloved brother.

His brother died not so long ago, and he didn't know anything about it...

He even had no way to hold a funeral for him...

Even if he knew the truth at this moment, knowing that his brother's body was occupied by someone else, he still couldn't bear to destroy the person in front of him, because he couldn't bear to hurt this body at all.Especially when he saw the tears flowing from those familiar eyes, An Ze felt even more sad than when someone grabbed his throat.

Anze finally let go of his fingers, silently looking at the person in front of him.

"Cough...cough..."

Seeing An Luo, who regained the air, coughing desperately while holding his chest, An Ze felt a sharp pain in his heart.

If it was his brother in front of him, he would definitely hold him tightly in his arms and say to him: I'm sorry, I never thought of hurting you, how could I be willing to hurt you, I was just too impulsive...

But now, the person in front of him is not his elder brother. Who can tell him how he should face it?

In the silent bedroom, only the sound of An Luo coughing remained.

I don't know how long it took, the cough gradually subsided, An Luo finally adjusted his breathing, looked up at An Ze, and said calmly: "An Ze, accept the reality. Even if you kill me, he can't come back. "

An Ze didn't speak, stood up silently, took a deep look at An Luo in front of him, then turned and left.

"Where are you going?"

An Luo's question was not answered.

Anze walked out the door silently, leaving only a stiff back.

***

It was already five o'clock in the morning, Anze was walking alone on the empty street, the dim street lights beside the street stretched his shadow very long, the leather shoes stepped on the road, and the sound of pattering footsteps rang clearly in his ears By the riverside, in the silent night, the young man was shrouded in a shockingly cold aura.

Anze stuffed his hands in his pockets, feeling the unique coolness of the night wind blowing in his face. He wanted to blow the cold wind to keep his brain awake, but found that his mind was in a mess at the moment, and he couldn't find a clue at all.

Suddenly there was a heart-pounding pain on his shoulder, Anze couldn't help but frowned, and pressed his hands hard on the wound there.

In fact, in the villa just now, in order to protect An Luo, he was shot by a bullet in the back near the shoulder blade. The situation was critical at the time, and Anze did not tell An Luo about this. Later, An Yang's arm was injured, and An Luo Ze endured the pain and sat in the driver's seat.

Anze was eager to escape from the predicament, and he focused all his attention on driving. In addition, the place where the bullet hit seemed to avoid blood vessels, and the blood flow was not much. It was not too obvious that the black shirt was stained red with blood, so An Luo and An Yang didn't even notice that An Ze was actually injured.

Of course, An Luo was more concerned about An Yang's injury at the time. He was only concerned with bandaging An Yang's wound, and he didn't care how much pain An Ze, who was driving in the front seat, was enduring.

At that time, An Ze was still a little jealous, always feeling that he cared about An Yang several times more than he cared about himself.

After arriving at An Yang's house, An Ze's wound was in severe pain, but An Luo's attention was on the furniture in the house. An Ze didn't want to say such ridiculous words as "Brother, I'm injured, can you help me bandage it?" He had no choice but to go to the bathroom to treat the wound by himself, because the wound could not be seen clearly from behind, and the bleeding didn't seem to be much, so Anze ignored it.

This little injury was nothing to him at all, what made him sad was An Luo's attitude.

I wanted to have a good chat with An Luo, but I didn't expect that after the wound was treated, I went to see him in the bedroom, but was told such a ridiculous truth.

Before, Anze did have some doubts about An Luo. For example, after losing his memory, An Luo's attitude towards him suddenly became much better. He would smile at him, he didn't dislike his hug, and he would eat him patiently. The meals he made were in the past, such a warm relationship was beyond Anze's imagination.

But there are many things about him that have not changed at all. For example, he likes to wrap himself in a quilt when he sleeps, and his favorite dishes are still the same. Although he hates desserts, he has a preference for matcha cakes.

Anze thought it was just because of amnesia, which caused his personality to become a little milder, and Anze also liked this gentle brother very much.But unexpectedly, he was not the same person as An Luo before.

Such a terrible fact is really hard to accept, but Anze has to accept it.

Because not long ago, An Luo had just used his superb marksmanship to save himself from such a dangerous situation. At that moment, his calmness, precise judgment, and calm shot were not what his former brother could do.At that moment, he was a completely different person, a very strange person to Anze.

My beloved brother is actually dead...

He is dead, forever, and no longer exists.

Anze was walking on the street in the middle of the night in a daze, his heart was empty as if something had been dug out suddenly, Anze didn't know where he wanted to go or where he should go, he just kept walking along the street, trying to make the chaos calm down.

The gate in front of him was somewhat familiar, Anze stopped and looked up to see the signboard of the Central Hospital.

In the middle of the night, the emergency room of the hospital was still brightly lit, and several doctors and nurses were busy back and forth. An Ze remembered that the bullet left on his shoulder had not been taken out, so he walked into the emergency ward of the hospital.

As soon as he entered the ward, Zhou Chengping, who was wearing a white coat, met a familiar gaze and asked in surprise, "Anze?"

Anze nodded, "Are you on the night shift again today?"

Anze, who had no expression on his face, was enveloped in a strange coolness, as if he had just walked out of an ice cave.

Zhou Chengping was startled, and hurriedly walked up to him and looked at him carefully, "What's wrong with you? What are you doing at the hospital so late?"

Anze said: "I have a slight injury, please help me deal with it."

"Okay, go to the treatment room." Zhou Chengping dragged Anze to the treatment room. After arriving in the treatment room, he asked Anze to sit on the bed. While holding the disposable gloves, Zhou Chengping asked, "Where is the injury?"

"On the shoulders." Anze said and took off his shirt.

Seeing the wound on his back, Zhou Chengping couldn't help but gasped.

The back near the shoulders was covered with blood and flesh. The blood that flowed out had solidified because it was not treated in time, and it was tightly stuck to the clothes. When Anze took off his shirt just now, he touched the wound, and a piece of skin was forcibly torn. Red blood stains stuck to the open wound, looking extremely hideous under the light.

Zhou Chengping was stunned for a while before he said, "Is it a gunshot wound? What's going on?"

Anze said calmly: "It's nothing, help me take out the bullet."

Zhou Chengping still wanted to ask, but seeing An Ze's pale face, he had no choice but to swallow all the questions.

Wounds must be treated promptly, otherwise more serious infections could result.Zhou Chengping frowned, turned around and brought a disinfection bag and surgical tools, and gently wiped off the coagulated blood with a cotton ball dipped in alcohol.

When the cold alcohol touched the wound, Anze's body froze suddenly.

Zhou Chengping knew that he must be in pain, but Anze's character would not make a sound no matter how painful it was.Zhou Chengping kept his movements as light as possible, wiped away the blood stains around him little by little, and said softly, "Be patient, I will give you some anesthetic when I take the bullet."

"En." Anze clenched his teeth and closed his eyes gently.

The treatment room was so quiet that the sound of needle dropping could be heard, and after an unknown amount of time, Zhou Chengping finally took out the bullet that had penetrated into the muscle with tweezers and put it on a plate.

Apply pressure to the bleeding wound with a cotton ball and wait for the bleeding to stop before carefully wrapping the wound with a bandage.

It wasn't until the wound was treated that Zhou Chengping asked softly: "You came to the hospital in the middle of the night and got shot, can you tell me what happened?"

Anze said, "It's nothing, don't ask."

"Anze..."

"I want to be quiet." Anze frowned slightly, "Taiping, please don't tell anyone about this."

"This……"

"Including my parents, I don't want to worry about the problem."

Facing Anze's cold gaze, although Zhou Chengping was puzzled, he still nodded and said, "Okay."

At this moment, a young nurse knocked on the door of the treatment room and said in a low voice, "Doctor Zhou, the patient in bed 17 has a sudden increase in blood pressure and a severe headache. Would you like to see him?"

Zhou Chengping said: "Understood, I'll come right away."

Anze turned around and said, "Go and do your work, ignore me."

Zhou Chengping was still not at ease, but after all, the patient's situation was more urgent, and it was not good for him to accompany Anze here, so he took Anze to the duty room next door and said, "Go to my duty room to rest for a while, there There is an empty bed."

Anze nodded, "Understood."

"Drink some hot water, I'll go see the patient first." Zhou Chengping poured him a cup of hot water and turned away in a hurry.

Later, Zhou Chengping was busy until seven o'clock in the morning because of the serious emergencies of several patients.

The eastern sky gradually turned white, and the staff in the hospital got up one after another to start preparations. The busy morning once again opened the curtain of a new day.

Zhou Chengping found time to return to the duty room, only to find that An Ze had long since disappeared.

The quilt on that bed was still neat and tidy, with no signs of being used.A cup of hot water was poured out of a disposable water cup on the table next to it. It was already completely cold at this time, and the water was full, as if it hadn't been drunk at all.