When An Ze returned home, An Luo and An Mo were sitting in the living room eating fruit. An Ze walked up to An Luo and said in a low voice, "Is your brother resting at noon?"
An Luo nodded, "Well, I slept for two hours."
An Ze smiled, "Are you hungry? I'll cook what you want to eat."
The door rang suddenly, and An Yan walked into the house and interjected, "I want to eat noodles."
An Ze ignored him and asked, "Brother?"
An Luo met An Yan's smiling eyes, thought about it and said, "Then let's eat noodles."
An Yan showed a smug smile and turned to go to the bathroom to take a shower. An Ze gave him a cold look, then turned and went to the kitchen. An Mo continued to bow his head to eat the grapes with a look of nothing to do with him.
An Luo felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere. After a moment of silence, he couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Mo, did the two of them never get along like this before?"
With a grape in his mouth, An Mo said, "Well, yes, they couldn't get along since they were young."
An Luo asked suspiciously, "What's the reason?"
"It's probably because the personalities are too different." An Mo smiled and said, "Brother, don't think too much, it's normal for brothers to quarrel, I'm used to listening to them quarrel for so many years, as long as they don't make a move Just fine."
An Luo was a little surprised: "They will still do it?"
"Yeah, I used to do it. The most exaggerated one was probably in the third year of high school. An Ze punched An Yan and almost knocked An Yan's nose crooked. An Ze was stunned and ignored him for a whole month, and he never dared to do it again."
"...Oh." It sounded that the two younger brothers were rather naive.
An Luo looked back at the direction of the kitchen. He really couldn't associate An Ze, who was calm now, with the Maotou child who started beating people.
***
An Yan came out of the shower, walked to the living room, sat on the sofa while eating fruit, and asked with a smile, "Brother, what do you think of An Ze?"
An Luo asked, "Which aspect?"
"What do you think... on his terms, how about being a lover?"
An Luo thought for a while and said, "Everyone has different standards."
An Yan asked, "What about your brother's standard?"
An Luo frowned slightly, "Why do you ask this?"
An Yan smiled and said, "I just asked out of curiosity. I know which type my brother likes. I can also pay attention to you and find a girlfriend."
An Luo glanced at him, "You don't need to worry about this."
At this moment, An Ze came out from the kitchen and rushed to the living room: "Come to eat."
An Yan stopped the topic and pushed An Luo's wheelchair to the restaurant.
Several bowls of noodles were already placed on the table by An Ze, and two dishes of fried dishes were placed in the middle. An Yan leaned over to smell it, took a deep breath, and praised: "It's so fragrant, our fourth child's cooking skills are really getting better and better. The better, whoever is with him in the future will definitely be very happy." After speaking, he glanced at An Luo, "Right, brother?"
"Well." An Luo responded lightly, took the chopsticks from An Ze's hand, and bowed his head to eat.
An Ze glanced at his brother with a calm expression, and said in a low voice, "You guys can eat, I'll take a bath first."
Then he walked away.
When he came back from the bath, half an hour later, the dishes on the plate on the dining table had already been eaten up, but there was a bowl full of vegetables, which was put aside.
An Yan pointed at the bowl with a smile and said, "An Ze, this bowl of dishes was specially reserved for you by my brother, I'm afraid you won't be full."
An Ze looked back at An Luo, his eyes full of surprise.
An Luo was a little embarrassed to see, avoiding his gaze, and whispering: "The dish is cold, you go to warm it up and eat it."
An Ze smiled slightly, walked over and gently shook the back of An Luo's hand, "Thank you brother."
The body temperature of the person who had just taken a bath was very high. An Luo's hand was held by him like this, and a layer of warm water vapor was immediately left on the back of his hand.
I don't know why, he clearly only cares about the fourth brother who cooks and cooks in person, but under An Yan's meaningful smile, An Luo actually feels uncomfortable.
Maybe it's because he rarely takes the initiative to care about others like this
***
After dinner, the brothers were sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV. It was really boring for the four big men to watch TV series together. An Ze directly picked up the remote control and switched the TV station to the sports channel. Unfortunately, there were no exciting games today. Sitting in the living room, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was strangely awkward.
An Yan suddenly suggested: "The four of us finally got together, why don't we play mahjong?"
An Ze was too lazy to pay attention to him, and An Mo was still eating grapes with his head down.
An Yan was ignored, so he had to rub against An Luo's side, and smiled flatteringly: "Brother, what do you think? It's been a long time since I played mahjong. Finally, all four of them were there, and it happened to open a table."
An Luo looked back at him, "I can't play mahjong."
An Yan said with a smile: "It's okay to play poker then."
An Luo said calmly: "I don't know how to play poker either."
"elder brother… "
"Go back and sit." An Luo pointed to the sofa opposite.
"..." An Yan had to let go of the wheelchair and lay back on the sofa angrily.
At halftime of the game, the TV broadcasted the clothing advertisement endorsed by An Yan. I watched An Yan, who was as handsome and handsome as a prince, and then looked back at An Yan, who was lying on the sofa with his limbs wide open like a mangy dog. Yan, An Luo couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth with a stiff face - this second brother is really a freak.
After watching a boring TV show for a while, An Mo finally finished eating a plate of grapes, yawned and went back to sleep. An Yan also went back to the bedroom to surf the Internet, An Ze turned off the TV, looked back at An Luo, and whispered, "No. It's early, brother, take a rest too."
An Luo really felt sleepy, nodded and said, "Okay."
An Ze pushed the wheelchair to his bedroom, helped him onto the bed, carefully covered the quilt, and then said, "Good night, brother."
An Luo felt that his eyelids were very heavy, and An Ze's face in front of him gradually became blurred. Before he could even say good night, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Everyone fell asleep, the lights in the living room were turned off, and the An family's villa gradually became quiet.
I don't know when it started to rain outside the window. The pattering raindrops hit the window, making a rhythmic ticking sound. The sound of the rain became clearer and clearer in the silent late night, but it still couldn't wake up the sleeping people.
***
At one o'clock in the morning, a very faint light suddenly lit up in a room in the corner of the first floor of the An family.
The faint light reached the door of An Luo's bedroom. With the movement of the light source, the footsteps of the leather shoes touching the floor lightly sounded clearly in the silent villa, even with a deep echo.
The door to An Luo's bedroom was gently pushed open, and someone walked in.
Looking at the peaceful sleeping face of the person lying on the bed through the light of the mobile phone—different from the expressionless indifference and arrogance when he was awake, after he fell asleep, his long eyelashes covered his eyes, and he looked much gentler than usual. .
He couldn't help reaching out and touched his cheek lightly, his thumb slid across his seemingly cold and thin lips like nostalgia, An Ze leaned down and placed a kiss on his forehead.
"Brother... I'm sorry."
After saying that, he decisively picked him up from the bed, turned around and quickly walked out of the door of An's house.
It was raining outside, Anze put on a raincoat, carefully guarded his brother in his arms, went to the garage to open the door, carefully put him in the passenger seat, then turned around and started the engine.
All the servants and housekeepers were put on leave for two days by him. An Yan and An Mo were still asleep. In the silent and dark night, a car drove away from An's house without anyone noticing. .
Inside the car, An Luo tilted his head and leaned lightly on An Ze's shoulder, still sleeping soundly and deeply.
***
Xilin Military Region Headquarters.
The railings of the vehicle security inspection passage were lowered, the black car stopped steadily at the door, and the young soldier in charge of the guard on duty walked down from the post with an umbrella.
He clearly recognized An Ze, stood at attention in front of the car, and gave An Ze a standard military salute, "Major!"
Anze nodded, pulled down the car window, and took out a black card and handed it to him.
The management of Xilin Military Region is very strict. All vehicles must have a special pass to enter and exit. Vehicles must also undergo infrared inspection when entering and leaving, and they are not allowed to carry any dangerous goods.
The soldier entered Anze's pass code into the computer, and after confirming it was correct, he returned to the car, leaned over to the window and said, "Major, who is this in the car?"
An Ze glanced at his brother who was sleeping soundly on his shoulder, as if afraid of waking him up, he lowered his voice and said, "It's my brother, I'll take him to the hospital to see a doctor."
The soldier nodded clearly, "Please fill out the registration form."
An Ze filled out the information in the registration form he handed over and handed it back to him. An Luo's information was entered into the computer, and the camera above his head quickly captured An Luo's photos and stored them in the database.
After the data entry was completed, the railing in front of him finally slowly rose, and the soldier saluted Anze again, expressing his release.
An Ze then slowly drove the car in.
The Xilin Military Area is divided into three areas. Area A is a top-secret area that only special personnel with command authority are allowed to enter. Area B is an area for daily military operations and training. Both areas are closed and outsiders are not allowed to enter and exit. Only the C area is relatively free, with guest houses, military hospitals and department stores. The C area allows relatives and friends to visit, but detailed information registration and strict inspections must be carried out when entering and leaving.
At this time, the street lights were all on on both sides of the wide road, and in the drizzly night, the entire Xilin Military Region looked very solemn. An Ze slowly drove the car into the residential area, put it in the parking lot, took An Luo out of the car, and took the elevator to the residence on the seventh floor.
He usually lives here. It is a small single apartment assigned to him by the army. Although the house is not big, it is well-equipped, with a kitchen and bathroom, and it is not crowded for two people.
Because he was going to pick up his brother, Anze tidyed up the place well before leaving. The bed in the bedroom was replaced with a large double bed, and the bathroom had anti-slip handrails. It was hard for him to move in a wheelchair. Obstacles such as stools and flower pots were also put away, and even the carpet that affected the sliding of the wheelchair was rolled up and put into the cabinet, almost completely prepared for the arrival of my brother.
An Ze walked into the bedroom, turned on the light, carried the sleeping An Luo to the bed and placed it carefully, and then gently covered the quilt.
An Luo slept soundly. As soon as his head touched the pillow, he turned over and wrapped himself with a quilt—this was his habit since he was a child. I wonder if it was because of his lack of security. When he slept, he always liked to hold himself tightly. Wrap tightly with the quilt.
Anze was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he turned up the temperature of the air conditioner, and then lay down beside him.
The quilt was swept away by him, and Anze had to find another blanket to cover.
Turning to look at his sleeping appearance, a face close at hand, handsome features, fair skin, originally a very charming man, but because he rarely smiles, he appears withdrawn and indifferent.
He seems to be unhappy all the time. He has always looked so high and unapproachable since he was a child, but he doesn't know why he is unhappy.
In An Ze's memory, his brother was always so cold, as if nothing was important to him. Although he looked cold and arrogant, he was actually a very soft-hearted person... Although the only object of his soft-heartedness was An Ze. Yan and An Mo were never themselves.
Probably because of his calm personality, my elder brother never cared more for this fourth younger brother. In his eyes, perhaps this younger brother Anze was mature enough to not need his concern. When there is a problem with him, he will always say: "You decide for yourself". Even when he applied for the military academy in the third year of high school, as the eldest brother, he only gave an extremely indifferent opinion like "think about it yourself".
An Ze stretched out his hand and slowly smoothed his frown, then found his hand under the quilt and held it gently.
His body temperature has been low since he was a child, and his slender fingers always have a distressing coolness. Anze holds his fingers in the palm of his hand and uses his body temperature to warm him. The difference in body temperature gradually narrowed, and almost even the frequency of the heartbeat gradually became the same...
Although it feels very satisfying to be by his side at the moment, but taking him away on his own initiative like this, with his temper, he will never let it go.
I wonder what kind of expression will be on his face when he wakes up the next day
The author has something to say: the pitiful An Ze~~ An Xiaoluo is already miserable enough, the author is reluctant to abuse him, so Anze, you just... As a strong little attack, take your brother's share too~ A double meal~ Everyone is looking forward to you~
An Ze: It doesn't matter, it's totally fine to be abused for my brother, as long as I eat him countless times in the end, it's fun...
An Luo: What did you say
An Ze: Oh, I said, does brother want to eat pork ribs rice
An Luo: Okay, you do it.
Author: ... To buy Xiaoshou's heart, you must first buy Xiaoshou's stomach, this is the truth = =