Rebirth of Brotherly Love

Seeing that the two brothers were silent, An Guangyao coughed lightly, and said, "It just so happens that both of you are here today. Grandpa has something to discuss with you."

An Luo turned around and asked, "Grandpa, what's the matter?"

An Guangyao said: "The industry of our Anjia mainly has two parts, one is the Hua'an entertainment company that cultivates stars, and the other is the Hua'an hotel. Previously, these two departments were managed by a board of directors, which led to many internal conflicts. I think it's better to separate the two sides and set up two independent companies, and then you brothers will manage them separately."

An Luo quickly understood what An Guangyao meant. The old man was probably worried that one mountain could not accommodate two tigers and that there would be differences between the brothers, so he made the decision to "separate the family". This approach can indeed minimize the conflicts between the brothers. It's just that An Luo is not interested in the An family's property, and it doesn't affect him at all if they can't be separated.

Seeing An Guangyao looking at him, An Luo hurriedly said, "You guys decide on this matter, I have no objection."

An Guangyao turned to look at Anze again.

An Ze looked up at An Luo, and said lightly, "Grandpa decides."

An Guangyao rubbed his chin, "Since you don't have any objections, let's do it. When Xiao Luo gets better and can walk, I will hold a board meeting and formally introduce the two of you to shareholders."

An Luo said: "Grandpa, my legs are much better, and I will be able to walk probably next week."

An Guangyao smiled and said, "That's great, the two of you have to make preparations these few days." Then he turned to look at An Ze, "An Ze, your brother has lost his memory, and he has to learn many things from scratch. You remember to teach him."

Anze said perfunctorily in a low voice: "Understood, Grandpa."

***

After lunch, Anze turned and walked away, as if he couldn't stay any longer.

An Luo accompanied An Guangyao to watch TV in the living room. An Guangyao liked to watch opera channels, but An Luo had no interest in opera. Hearing the sound of Yiyi singing opera on the TV, An Luo felt a splitting headache, so he had to Make an excuse to take a break, turn around and leave.

When he walked to the door of Anze's bedroom, An Luo couldn't help but stop. Thinking of Anze's injury before, the complex emotions of worry mixed with distress emerged from the bottom of his heart again.

I don't know if his injury is serious or not?Do you want to go in and have a look?

Like a ghost, An Luo gently opened the door, and saw An Ze lying sideways on the bed, his brows were tightly frowned, and he seemed very uncomfortable.An Luo walked to the bed and reached out to touch An Ze's forehead, but was startled by the scorching temperature on the back of his hand.

Touched by cool fingers on his forehead, Anze suddenly opened his eyes at the familiar temperature.

Looking at the man in front of him, Anze almost called out the word "brother" reflexively for a moment, but his reason quickly came back to his mind. Looking at him, he asked, "Is something wrong?"

An Luo reached out and touched Anze's forehead lightly, and after confirming that the high temperature was abnormal, he stood up and said, "You have a fever, I'll get you some antipyretics." Then he turned and walked outside, arriving at Go to the study to find the medicine box.

Anze looked at his back silently, his legs had just recovered the function of walking, and every step seemed to be very difficult... A strong tingling pain suddenly came from the bottom of his heart.

How good would it be if it was my brother?

If he was still his elder brother, the scene of gently testing the temperature of his forehead with his fingers and turning around to get medicine for himself, even in a dream, would make Anze laugh out loud.

But now, looking at this familiar face made An Ze feel extremely sad.

An Luo came back soon, holding a medicine box in one hand and a glass of water in the other.He was unable to walk, because he didn't have extra hands to hold a cane, so he limped a little when he walked, but the expression on his face was very calm, the same as before, no matter how difficult he encountered, the expression on his face It has always been so flat and calm.

Anze watched him walk slowly to the bed, took out the medicine from the medicine box, peeled two pieces and put them in the palm of his hand, then handed the water glass to his lips, and said in a low voice, "Take some antipyretics .”

It was still such a pleasant, familiar, heart-pounding voice, Anze opened his mouth almost reflexively, and asked him to feed the medicine.Just like when he was a child, whenever he was sick, what he looked forward to most was his elder brother to take care of him. Whenever his elder brother fed himself water, Anze even hoped that the glass of water would never be finished.

After drinking a glass of water, he swallowed the pills with warm water, and An Ze finally came to his senses, silently looking at An Luo in front of him.

An Luo put the empty cup back on the bed, and said in a low voice, "You have a fever, probably because of the wound infection. Where is the injury? Have you treated it?"

An Ze didn't answer, and stared at An Luo's face silently.

An Luo had no choice but to help him up and said, "Let me see."

Afraid of involving the wound, An Luo deliberately relaxed his movements and gently unbuttoned his shirt.

The wheat-colored chest with clear texture is exposed in front of the eyes, and there are no scars on the body, but an old-looking necklace on the chest. An Luo looked away, and asked Anze to turn sideways, and found that there was a place on the back. He took a medical hemostatic tape, and the tape wrinkled under friction, revealing a little trace of the skin being sutured.

An Luo gently tore off the tape. The wound with three stitches looked extremely hideous, and the surrounding skin was a little red. Obviously, the bullet had been taken out and the wound had been treated, but Anze didn't pay attention. resulting in wound inflammation.

In fact, such wounds are not surprising to An Luo. He has been injured many times before, and his body has been stitched several times, but now, for some reason, seeing An Ze's wounds, An Luo feels There was a burst of distress, more distressed than hurting myself.

After carefully observing the wound, fortunately it was not serious, it was just a mild inflammatory reaction on the surface of the skin, and there was no trace of pus oozing out. An Luo finally felt relieved.

Turning around, I took a cotton swab from the medicine box, dipped it in iodine and carefully disinfected the wound twice, then wiped it clean with alcohol, and wrapped it carefully with gauze. An Luo's wound treatment skills can reach the level of a professional doctor. It is also because of the experience he has learned from dealing with various wounds on himself.

After tidying up everything, An Luo fixed the collar of Anzela's shirt, and said softly, "Okay, get a good night's sleep, the fever will subside soon."

An Ze didn't speak, but his eyes on An Luo gradually became deeper.

"I'll go first." An Luo picked up the medicine box and got up to leave, but An Ze suddenly grabbed his arm. An Luo's center of gravity was unstable, and he was directly pulled into his arms with great force!

The medicine box fell to the ground, all kinds of medicine bottles rolled all over the floor, the sound of ding ding dong dong was endless, An Luo got up in a panic, looked up to meet An Ze's eyes that were close at hand, suffocated for breath, and before he had time to react, He suddenly kissed his lips.

"Hmm..." There was a blank moment in An Luo's mind, and the shock in An Luo's heart was no less than the time when he was forced to kiss him.After being stunned for two seconds, An Luo began to resist vigorously. Unexpectedly, An Ze simply turned over and directly pressed him onto the bed.

The jaws were forcibly pried open, and Anze's tongue slipped into the mouth, plundering frantically.

"Uh...uh..." He was almost suffocated by the kiss, An Luo pushed him away forcefully, and said angrily, "An Ze, what are you doing?!"

Anze stared at him, was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "Brother, stop pretending."

"..."

"Is it because my confession scared you last time that you made up such an excuse to want me to give up completely?"

"..." An Luo was completely dumbfounded. He felt that An Ze must have had a fever and burned his brain, otherwise how could he think of such a bizarre reason?

Anze continued to whisper: "How could you not be my brother? All your habits are exactly the same as his, even when you disinfect the wound, you are the same as him, around the center of the wound, from top to bottom, apply two All over the iodine."

An Luo was startled, and subconsciously explained: "The conventional disinfection methods are like this..."

"No." Anze interrupted him, "Taiping is not like this, and neither are many doctors. Only you, when disinfecting, hold the cotton swab with your left hand."

An Luo hurriedly explained: "That's because I often injured my right hand before, so I got used to disinfecting myself with my left hand..."

"Don't explain." An Luo interrupted him again, staring deeply into his eyes, "You can't fool me."

Being pressed on the bed by him and looking at each other so closely, discussing such meaningless topics made An Luo a little upset.An Ze's words had a strange contagious force, which almost distracted An Luo's thinking.

An Luo quickly calmed himself down, and said coldly: "That's enough, An Ze, you can check for yourself if I am your brother. You should be able to find information about me, An Luo, right? Shall I take you to the UK and ask my friend to confirm it in person?"

An Ze's pupils shrank suddenly, and the fingers that grabbed An Luo couldn't help tightening them.

It was an almost desperate strength, as if if he let go, his brother would leave forever.

Anze did check, he has thoroughly checked An Luo's background.Rationally, Anze knew very well that the person in front of him was another An Luo, but just now, at the moment when An Luo treated his wound, Anze seemed to have returned to the past in a trance, back to the time when his brother was still there. , he even had an illusion, as if his favorite brother had never left...

However, An Luo's words were like a bucket of cold water poured on his head, completely waking An Ze up.

An Luo said calmly: "Anze, be rational, I'm not your brother at all. You became insane after you had a fever, so I don't care about what happened just now. But let's not make this an example, please don't..." So far There was a sudden pause.

Anze looked at him and said, "Don't want anything? Don't want to kiss you again?"

"..." An Luo's ears turned red suddenly, and he was suddenly attacked by this guy and kissed him twice. This kind of thing took a huge blow to An Luo's self-esteem, and felt that he was inexperienced and jerky. shame.

An Ze suddenly smiled slightly, gently lifted An Luo's chin with his index finger, looked into An Luo's eyes, and said in a low voice: "I have a question, I'm curious. If, you are really not my brother, why, Do you still care about me?"

"I..." An Luo was suddenly speechless, because even he couldn't figure out this question.

Anze continued: "Since I'm not your younger brother, even if I die from a fever, it's none of your business, right?"

"..." I don't know why, but I just want to care about him intuitively, and care about him for some reason.An Luo looked away, pretending to be calm and said, "I use your brother's body to be reborn, and I feel a little guilty about you."

"Really?" Anze narrowed his eyes slightly, "So, by doing this, are you compensating me?"

"..."

"But, I don't need it." Anze said word by word, "I don't need your sympathy."

"..." An Luo was speechless in embarrassment.Although there is distress, it is definitely not sympathy, but An Luo himself can't tell what this complicated feeling is.

"Since you are not my brother, please don't bring his shadow around in front of me." Anze moved closer, looked into An Luo's eyes very closely, and gently wiped his eyes with his thumb. After An Luo was kissed to his ruddy lips, he whispered, "When I see my brother's face, sometimes I lose my mind and do things that I can't control... Do you understand?"

There was still the ambiguous temperature on his lips when his thumb brushed against him. Thinking of the kiss just now, An Luo's back stiffened, and he pushed him away forcefully.

After tidying up the messy clothes, An Luo turned and left with a stiff face.When he got to the door, he turned his head and said coldly, "Don't worry, I will completely disappear from your presence in a short time."

The door was slammed shut, obviously annoyed.

Anze looked at the closed door and frowned slightly.

There is a question that Anze has been unable to understand.If he wasn't my brother, but another person who occupied my brother's body, logically speaking, I should hate him very much, or even hate him.However, when facing him, I couldn't hate him at all...

Is it because he looks so much like his brother?

Anze reached out and touched the wound on his shoulder.In fact, he is a very careful person, and he is very gentle in treating the wound. The wound that was originally painful, after being carefully disinfected by him, feels very refreshing and comfortable.

This An Luo and his brother have too much in common, but they also have too many differences.In the past, my brother would never have cared about him like this, let alone treat his wounds himself. Such a warm thing was only enjoyed when he was a child.

For this An Luo who occupied his brother's body, how should he treat him?