An Luo had a dream. In the dream, he returned to the summer when he was 20 years old. He and his brother An Yang, who had just obtained a driver's license, drove out together and had a serious car accident on the highway.
"—An Luo—be careful!"
The moment the car hit, An Yang's anxious voice sounded in his ears, An Luo felt a huge force rushing towards him, and then, his body was protected by his embrace in his embrace.
The car was knocked off the highway and rolled directly down the hillside. An Luo only felt that the world was spinning in front of him. He was held in An Yang's arms and did not feel any pain, but he could clearly hear the sound of his body. A muffled sound came from An Yang's throat.
The car rolled for a few laps and finally stopped on the flat ground below the hillside. There was a pungent smell of gasoline in the nose. An Luo hurriedly opened the door and dragged An Yang out of the car with all his strength.
The car behind him exploded, and the fire all over the sky reflected An Yang's blood-stained face.
His head was smashed, and blood kept pouring out, An Luo frantically reached out to wipe the blood on his face, the more he wiped, the more his fingers trembled, and his voice couldn't help shaking slightly: "Brother , you wake up..."
An Yang struggled to open his eyes, gently held An Luo's hand, smiled and said, "An Luo, you'll be fine..."
An Luo hugged him tightly, "I, I'm fine... I'll call you an ambulance... Don't worry... Brother... You'll be fine... "
He heard his own voice with an indescribable choking, every syllable, his lungs seemed to be squeezed by a pair of hands, and there would be a suffocating and dull pain in his chest.
The harsh sound of the ambulance rang in his ears, and An Luo suddenly woke up from his dream—
The cold sweat oozing from his back made the pajamas stick tightly to his body, and his neck seemed to be strangled, and he had difficulty breathing. An Luo loosened his collar, took a few deep breaths to calm his violent heartbeat, and opened the head of the bed with a frown. Looking up, it was dark outside the window, and the hour hand on the wall was pointing to three in the morning.
Another nightmare.
Just an ordinary nightmare.
This kind of plot has been staged countless times in his dreams, like an old movie played over and over again in front of him, he even remembers every detail of it clearly, even the cold temperature when tears fall from his cheeks seems to be real. .
At that time, he was only twenty years old.
At that moment, he shed tears uncontrollably for the first time since he was sensible.
Many nights later, when An Yang opened his eyes, the sentence "An Luo, you'll be fine" always reappeared in the dream again and again... Every word, like the sharpest knife, deeply deep in his heart.
In the years that followed, when he faced enormous pressure by himself to rule out the opposition to take back his stake in Anjia, when he had the highest right to stand at the top of the Anshi Group building, when he watched the bustling crowd downstairs and Your own projection on the floor-to-ceiling windows…
Whenever he was the most difficult and lonely, he would always think of that scene back then.
At the moment of the car accident, An Yang disregarded the danger of his life and rushed over to protect him with his body without hesitation. With a bloody face, he gently held his hand and said, "you're fine."
Whenever he thinks of that picture, An Luo feels that his heart is full of warmth.
He knew that An Yang only regarded him as his younger brother, and he also knew that in An Yang's heart, Su Zihang's position would never be replaced by anyone.
But even just a younger brother... For him, it's enough.
***
An Luo picked up a cigarette from the table, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and lit it silently.
When An Yang was recovering from a car accident, he carried the burden left by his father alone when he was young. He gradually became accustomed to going through all kinds of difficulties alone, waking up alone in the middle of the night and looking at the dark room. The only faint light that lit up.
It was an exquisite lighter. When he was 18 years old, An Yang made a high-priced birthday present for him. The word "Luo" was engraved on it.
There is a small night pearl in the middle of the lighter, which will emit a lustrous light at night.
Whenever he wakes up alone in the middle of the night and is swallowed by the terrifying darkness, An Luo will hold the glowing lighter in his hand, looking at the faint light, feeling the icy temperature of the metal, it seems like this. Makes him calmer.
Many years have passed.
He is no longer the little Anluo who was curiously trying to smoke after seeing Anyang smoking, but was choked and coughed; he was no longer the little Anluo who secretly hid his brother's lighter in his pocket; he was no longer the one Little An Luo, who quietly followed behind his brother and looked up at his back.
Today, he is the ruler of the An family, and already has the highest power.
He was always cold in front of outsiders. He was used to expressionless and cold words. No one knew that there was actually a gap in his heart that could never be filled.
That gap is An Yang.
It is difficult to express clearly in words what it feels like to have a crush on someone.
I have been in love for so long that I can't remember the first time I fell in love with An Yang, and I can't even remember the moment when I first fell in love with him.
It's just that the scene of meeting An Yang for the first time is still clearly engraved in his mind.
It was still a young and ignorant boyhood. He had been fostered at his grandmother's house since he was a child. It was the first time he came to the unfamiliar Anjia. He was completely unfamiliar with the environment of Anjia. The dressed An Yang came down from the upstairs, stretched out his arms with a smile, and gave him a very unfamiliar but very warm hug.
I remember him whispering in his ear, "Welcome home, An Luo. I'm your brother, An Yang."
It was at that moment that he recognized that person as his close relative. Even later, it slowly became a favorite in my heart.
It's a pity that such a secret love is destined to have no results.
***
Looking at the dark night outside the window, An Luo raised a slightly bitter smile on his lips.
He turned around and took the delicate lighter from the bedside, gently holding it in his hand and feeling its familiar temperature... I never told An Yang, in fact, he liked this gift very much. It was also the one he received from childhood. nice gift.
- Even if he can't get his love in his entire life, he never regrets everything he has done for him.
However, if there is an afterlife, I hope that they will not meet each other again.
Because of this doomed road, he has no strength and continues to walk.