Rebirth of Brotherly Love

Chapter 2

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The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone into the house through the window screen, reflecting the cold and hard outline on the face of the sleeping man in the bedroom.

It was a very handsome face, with a high nose bridge and thin lips that added a mature man's sexy charm to the whole face, but this face was too cold, even in deep sleep, the face seemed to be painted His expression was tense like a layer of glue.

Even the morning sun could not add a touch of warmth to his body.

The man's slightly pale fingers clenched the quilt tightly. Because of the force, the blood vessels on the back of his hands were exposed, and his brows were slightly wrinkled. He was obviously troubled by nightmares. His lips were even bitten out by his teeth. Row of shallow tooth marks.

Suddenly, the piercing alarm clock rang, making An Luo wake up completely from the nightmare.

Looking up at the clock on the wall, it was already seven o'clock in the morning, and he had to attend an important meeting in the company this morning. An Luo rubbed his sore temples and sat up from the bed, put on his pajamas and walked to the bathroom, rinsed his face with cold water, shook off the memory of nightmares in his mind, and washed up as quickly as possible.

He took the black shirt on the hanger and put it on, meticulously fastened the buttons, and then put on a tie. The whole person looked completely new and completely transformed into the appearance of a business elite.

The man in the mirror saw that he was young, handsome, and full of energy. No one would associate the lonely man standing alone in front of the window smoking in the middle of the night with An Luo at this time.

An Luo looked at himself in the glasses, tidied up the collar of his shirt, and then turned around and walked to the restaurant.

An Yang is sitting in the restaurant reading the newspaper, and the man who reads the newspaper with a smile while biting his bread gives a warm feeling unique to a family man. The sun just came in from the window and projected on him, and his white suit seemed to suddenly become dazzling under the rendering of the light.

After so many years, I thought that my heart was still like water, but every time I saw him, my heart could not help but tighten for a while. It had become an uncontrollable conditioned reflex, a habit and instinct.

An Luo stood silent for a moment, looked away from him, took a deep breath, and then said: "Brother, early."

An Yang raised his head and smiled at An Luo, "Come over for breakfast."

An Luo lowered his head and walked to the table to sit down, took the bread he had prepared, dipped it in the sauce and took a bite - the bread was deliciously baked, and the milk was just heated. An Yang was actually very careful and gentle. However, his tenderness was as early as the moment when Su Zihang left...

Thinking of the name Su Zihang, An Luo felt another sting in his heart, and hurriedly suppressed all the messy thoughts in his mind back to the bottom of his heart.

The atmosphere was too embarrassing, so An Luo looked for a topic and said, "Brother, what news are you watching?"

An Yang had been reading the newspaper in his hand. Hearing An Luo's question, he handed the newspaper over with a smile, pointed to the headline and said, "Shao Rong and his father participated in a project about organ transplantation. Research, and speaking in person at the Medical Society in London, this kid is very promising."

Shao Rong mentioned by An Yang is the nephew of the two. His father, Shao Changgeng, was a surgical genius. Influenced by his father, Shao Rong also embarked on the path of studying medicine. He is currently practicing in the hospital where Shao Changgeng is in the UK.

An Luo looked down at the newspaper, and it really was a photo of Shao Rong giving a speech with a microphone. The little boy who loved to cry in memory is now a handsome young man.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, he and An Yang have been brothers for more than 20 years.

Time doesn't seem to have left too many traces on An Yang's body. Today, he still looks young and still has a warm smile on his face. As a golden bachelor, suitors can line up in a long street. However, He never fell in love again. An Luo knew that his heart had long been with his lover, Su Zihang, under the cold tombstone twenty years ago.

After a long silence, An Luo said in a low voice, "Zihang's sacrificial day... is it tomorrow?"

An Yang said calmly, "Yes, I plan to book a ticket this afternoon and go back to China to see him."

An Luo said: "Let's go together, I just happen to have to book a flight to go back to China."

An Yang raised his head suspiciously, "What are you doing back here?"

An Luo whispered: "The Ancestral House of the An family will be demolished in the near future, and some problems need to be dealt with back."

An Yang nodded clearly, "Okay then, I'll leave the ticket to you to book."

An Yang said, "Well, don't worry."

***

Arrived at the company on time at 8:00 in the morning, took the elevator to the office on the 28th floor, and the young and beautiful assistant Lisa was waiting there long ago. After seeing An Luo, she greeted her with a smile, "Mr. An, morning."

"Morning." An Luo nodded to her. While hanging his suit on the hanger by the door, he sat on the swivel chair in front of the desk and flipped through the itinerary she handed over. "What are the plans for tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow afternoon, there is a meeting within the group that requires you to attend, and you will also attend President Zhou's birthday banquet in the evening..."

An Luo frowned, "Find a way to push it away, I need three days of vacation."

Lisa hesitated, "Okay, I see."

She has been an assistant here for a year, and she has already figured out An Luo's temper. An Luo is cold and unsmiling, like a statue that can move. The consequences of angering him are very serious. People know, because no one dares to try to provoke him.

As a personal assistant, the only thing she can do is obey orders, absolutely.

An Luo was very satisfied with this clever assistant, looked up at her, and said, "By the way, I booked two tickets to return to China this afternoon, I want to go back, there is something that the vice president has full authority to handle in the past three days, I can't handle it. Call me again."

Lisa nodded respectfully: "Understood."

"Okay, you go out."

After dismissing the assistant, An Luo stood up from the seat, poured a glass of water and held it in his hand, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and quietly watched the noisy street scene under his feet.

Different from the place where he was born, this city is very prosperous, with high-rise commercial districts, buildings rising from the ground with a modern urban fashion design appearance, cold and hard metal materials appearing under the golden sunlight in the morning. Layers of dazzling sheen.

None of the buildings here are lower than 20 floors. The buildings of the commercial kingdom look very majestic, but they reveal the cruelty and indifference that is unique to the commercial kingdom built by money.

Stand too high, and the cars and people on the street downstairs look very small.

I still remember that when he was a child, he lived with his mother at his grandmother's house. It was a rural town. There was a big cherry tree in the yard of the grandmother's house. Every time the cherries were ripe, he would stand barefoot on the tree. Pick cherries down, pick a full bowl, and eat it up in no time.

At that time, he had never seen such a tall building, and the surrounding houses were all two- or three-story buildings. Standing upstairs could say hello to friends downstairs; at that time, he never thought about the unfamiliarity of companies and finance. At that time, he was not as cold as he is now, and he even smiled at people.

After his mother died, he was taken home by his father, and his life began to change completely.

Now that he finally stood at the highest point of power, An Luo found that he was not happy.

He can hardly even get a good quality sleep.

Repeated nightmares always wake him up at two or three in the morning. After a few years, his body has lost a lot of weight, and his spirit has become worse and worse than before. Coupled with the unspeakable secret love complex for his brother, his mood has been in a state of extreme depression, and he even needs a psychiatrist's solution to lighten the burden.

very tired. But the An family has no heir, and the company left by his father cannot be destroyed by his own hands, so he can only continue to persist.

I just don't know what the point of insisting on it is. It is impossible for the An family to have descendants. No matter how much money they earn, no one will inherit it. When he dies, if there is no successor in the An family's property, after a lifetime of hard work, it will eventually come to nothing.

The phone on the table rang again, and An Luo suddenly felt a little tired.

Turning back to pick up the phone, it turned out to be assistant Lisa, who reported to him that all the things he just explained had been done, and that the flight had been booked for 3:30 in the afternoon. An Luo said thank you and hung up the phone.

Sitting in the swivel chair for a while, An Luo picked up the handset and dialed another number.

"Lawyer Zhang? Come to my office, um, come here now... I want to make a will."

It may be hard to imagine why such a young man suddenly thought of making a will, and only An Luo himself understood the reason for making a will so early.

He has no parents, no lovers, no children, and no other relatives except An Yang. If one day he suddenly died in a corner of the world, maybe not too many people would feel sorry for him.

Living alone, you always have to plan for the worst.

Perhaps when he died, the only thing he could do was to leave his legacy to An Yang.

Although those inheritances were nothing in An Yang's eyes, they were all his efforts.

The author has something to say: Many people have misunderstood. The cp of this article is not An Yang. An Yang and Su Zihang are a pair. They are irreversible and irreversible. In An Yang’s heart, there is only Zihang and no Xiaoluo. I don’t want to force Xiaoluo to he.

There will be a good attack waiting for An Luo, An Luo, be ready >_