"There are no outsiders now, you can tell the truth, brother."
The low and calm voice made An Luo's heart suddenly tremble slightly.
-truth? What is the so-called truth? Actually, I am another An Luo who was reborn into your brother inexplicably after the plane crash in Vancouver 27 years ago.
Such an incredible truth is difficult for even An Luo to accept, let alone others.
It is impossible to predict what the consequences of telling the truth will be. These people in the An family know that there is another soul living in the body of their eldest son and grandson they love most, they will probably look at him like a monster, and they may want to kill the invader An. Luo's body, right? As calm as An Ze, it is even possible to send this "An Luo" to the Institute of Biology for a good study.
An Luo didn't want to make himself an alien in their eyes, let alone do something uncertain like "speaking the truth".
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind instantly, An Luo quickly calmed down, looked up at An Ze, and said calmly, "What do you want me to tell the truth?"
An Ze looked at him silently.
An Luo also did not admit defeat, and looked at his brother calmly.
The suffocating staring at each other lasted for a long time before An Ze opened his mouth and said in a low voice, "If you pretend to lose your memory because you are worried that someone will harm you, then don't worry, that person will definitely not be me." Wei Yi Yi Suddenly, An Ze's tone also became extraordinarily sincere, "Brother, I am a soldier, and I have my own beliefs and principles."
An Luo looked at him and said, "What do you mean, the fact that I was kidnapped this time has nothing to do with you?"
An Ze smiled: "Of course, I never leave anything behind. If it was me this time, you wouldn't be able to live to this day."
An Luo was silent for a moment, "Okay, I can believe that this matter has nothing to do with you. But I am also really amnestic, not pretending." An Luo's face was very calm, and a pair of black eyes stared straight at the person in front of him. An Ze, "I said so, do you believe it?"
An Ze said, "Do you think I will believe it?"
"We've been together for so many years, you should know my habits very well, do you think I'm pretending?" An Luo paused slightly, "If you don't believe me, you can test me like An Yan to see if I still remember the past. Things. Like, get a bunch of flowers and see if I'm allergic to pollen."
An Ze looked at him without speaking.
An Luo raised his eyebrows slightly, "Are there any other questions? If not, you can go out. I want to rest."
An Ze looked at his icy profile silently. After a long time, he finally turned around and walked out. When he reached the door, he suddenly turned his head and said, "I will find out about your kidnapping, don't worry, I will never let this kind of thing happen. It happened a second time."
An Ze paused for a moment, then turned to leave, "I'm glad... you survived, brother."
The last sentence was covered up by the sound of the door closing, and only vague syllables were left in the ears, as if the sound with a heavy emotion was just a trance-like illusion.
An Luo looked up at the closed door.
An Ze had disappeared in front of him, and in the silent bedroom, only the sound of his shallow breathing and his stalled heartbeat were left.
Although he appeared calm in front of him just now, An Luo's heart was actually very guilty. After all, amnesia was just a rhetoric to cover up the truth, and that truth was an incredible rebirth that he couldn't say or dare to say easily.
An Luo frowned and turned to look at the full-length mirror on the wall.
I don't know what kind of person this An Luo is, and I don't know if his family really loves him that much. It's really unfair to him that his soul occupies his body like this.
However, compared to the death of both An Luo, this method may also be a new beginning.
An Luo stretched out his hand and touched his cheek lightly, and the person in the mirror also reached out and touched his face at the same time - this feeling is very subtle, as if the man in the mirror and himself are two completely different beings. , and it seems that the two have long since merged into one.
They contradict each other, but they are compatible with each other.
A face very similar to the self in the previous life, still looks indifferent as ice.
The former An Luo always had such a cold expression, that was because the former An Luo had resisted the burden of the underworld family alone at a young age. The relatives around him have left one after another, and the people he loves have their own hearts. The friend who had been sincere to him suddenly pointed a gun at his chest one day...
Having stayed in that dark environment for a long time, he didn't want to trust anyone, and he didn't dare to trust anyone easily. Gradually, he learned to wrap himself tightly in a hard and cold shell, and he made himself indifferent, strong, and able to deal with all difficulties.
He has the highest power and status, but he is not happy at all.
No family, no love, no friendship, tossing and turning all night, it was difficult to fall asleep, and at the moment of the plane crash, he even breathed a sigh of relief that he was finally freed.
However, why does An Luo in this life have such a cold face
This An Luo is different from the An Luo in the previous life. He has a gentle and loving father, he has a caring younger brother, and he has a grandfather An Guangyao who loves him very much. He has so much love from his family, is he still unhappy
An Luo was puzzled.
Looking around carefully, I found that the layout of this bedroom is very familiar.
Dark gray sheets and curtains of the same color, a black writing desk, and a laptop on the table... As if the memory suddenly returned to a previous life, the bedroom where I slept alone for many years, the furniture is also such a simple layout and somber tones.
Not only do they look alike, but they also have similar preferences.
An Luo sat on the edge of the bed and lightly touched the nice quality sheets, feeling a little complicated.
Judging from such a bedroom layout, this An Luo is obviously not happy, and he doesn't know why.
Turning his head to look at the black writing desk, there was a photo frame on it. Because it was placed on the side, An Luo could not see what was in the frame at all. He wanted to take a look out of curiosity. With a frown, he moved over, moved to the bedside, and reached out his hand to reach for the photo frame on the table...
At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and An Luo's strange posture with one hand supporting the bed and the other trying to reach the table was caught in the eyes of the trespassers.
The intruder was An Mo. After seeing his brother's posture, he couldn't help but smile and said, "What does my brother want? Let me get it for you."
An Luo quickly retracted his hand and sat upright, his face a little embarrassed.
Fortunately, it was An Mo who came in, not An Ze who made people feel hairy. An Mo's younger brother should be well-behaved and docile. In addition, he is short and thin. In front of him, An Luo can only be a big brother. Feel.
Seeing his brother's embarrassed posture, An Mo didn't say anything. He walked to the bed naturally, put a plate of fruit in his hand on the table, picked up the photo frame and handed it to An Luo, and asked with a smile, "Brother Do you want to see this?"
An Luo gave a "hmm" and took the photo frame in his hand.
In the photo frame is a beautiful woman and a boy of about seven years old. The woman is smiling and holding the child's hand. The child is quite beautiful at a young age, with fair skin and rosy lips, but his face is a little stiff. He was caught. Taking pictures seemed to make him very unhappy, he pouted awkwardly, and instead of looking at the camera, he turned his head and looked aggrieved at the woman next to him.
An Luo was a little curious: "The person in the photo... is it me?"
An Mo smiled: "Does my brother feel like it?"
An Luo said: "It's kind of like."
The child's arrogant appearance with a stinky face and a pouted mouth, and a face that becomes stiff every time he faces the camera, is indeed somewhat similar to his adult self. Although An Luo doesn't want to admit it, the facts are in front of him... So he has no choice but to admit it. .
An Mo smiled and said, "This is you, and the one next to you is your mother."
Mother? An Luo looked at the woman in the photo in surprise, "My mother? Where is she now? Why didn't my father mention it." An Yudong only explained his grandfather and brother in the car, and did not mention his mother at all .
"She..." An Mo glanced at his brother and whispered, "She's gone."
An Luo looked at the photo for a moment and was silent for a moment. He intuited that An Luo's unhappiness might have something to do with his mother. With curiosity, he turned back and asked, "How did she die?"
An Mo said, "died in an accident."
"What accident?"
An Mo paused, "Brother, since you have lost your memory, the past is not important anymore."
He said this more aroused An Luo's curiosity, "I want to know."
"elder brother… "
"tell me."
Seeing An Luo's stubborn expression, An Mo was silent for a moment, and then said softly, "She died in a car accident when you were seven years old, and it was the day that this photo was taken."
"..." An Luo stiffly shook the photo frame in his handshake.
This photo was placed on the table. It turned out to be taken on the day of her funeral
"The two of us went out for an outing. She was very happy and took you around to take pictures. You made trouble with her and didn't want to take a car with her. She couldn't help it, so she changed seats with me and took another car with my parents. The car, and then, the car suddenly exploded into ashes, my parents and your mother…”
An Luo clenched his fingers lightly, a strange feeling of suffocation suddenly felt in his chest, the pain spreading from the heart was slowly transmitted to the mind along the nerves of the whole body... Vaguely, he seemed to see the terrifying scene of the car exploding, as if I have also experienced such a tragic scene.
Listening to An Mo calmly recounting these past events, An Luo couldn't say a word.
It was clearly someone else's story, but that repressed feeling suddenly came out of his heart like a beast that had been unchained. His emotions became uncontrollable, and he couldn't even keep his usual calmness.
An Luo clenched his fingers tightly and adjusted his breathing forcefully. The bright smile of the strange woman in the photo only felt particularly dazzling in his eyes.
An Mo's soft voice sounded in his ears, "It's been a long time, brother, you don't have to blame yourself too much, it's not your fault for such an accident, don't think about it too much."
His fingers were gently held by him, conveying a reassuring warmth.
An Luo nodded and said nothing.
Seeing that his face was wrong, An Mo changed the subject and said, "Brother, do you want to eat some fruit? This is the lychee that my uncle asked me to bring. It's very fresh."
An Luo said coldly: "No, I want to rest early."
An Mo had to stand up and say, "Then brother, go to bed early, good night."
An Luo kept watching him leave, then he went to bed, covered the quilt, and closed his eyes gently.