That night, Anze really stayed in the hospital as a family member.
In the middle of the night, An Luo woke up because of urgency, fumbled to turn on the light by the bedside, and saw An Ze sleeping on the sofa not far away.
Although the sofa in the ward can be unfolded and used as a bed, for An Ze, who is 1.85 meters tall, such a small bed could not hold his body at all. He curled up on the sofa like a shrimp because he was sleeping. The posture is uncomfortable and the brow is slightly frowned.
Compared with the seriousness and indifference of wearing a military uniform on weekdays, such an unhappy look has a little more vividness belonging to a big boy. Obviously he could go home and sleep comfortably, but he insisted on staying in the hospital to sleep on the sofa. Anze, who insisted on staying with the night because he was worried about his brother, made An Luo feel a little moved.
Unable to wake up his sleeping brother, An Luo sat up on the edge of the bed, wanting to sit in a wheelchair and go to the bathroom. Unexpectedly, even if he deliberately relaxed his movements, he still woke up An Ze, who was sleeping very lightly.
An Ze opened his eyes and saw An Luo was frowning, supporting his body and slowly moving into the wheelchair. He hurriedly lifted the blanket and walked quickly to the hospital bed, asking in a low voice, "What do you want, brother? I'll get it for you. ."
An Luo was silent for a moment, then said awkwardly, "I want to go to the bathroom."
An Ze nodded, "Why didn't you wake me up?" There seemed to be reproach in his voice. After saying that, he leaned down and gently lifted An Luo from the bed, "I'll take you there."
An Luo was carried to the bathroom after using the toilet, and then carried back to the bed by An Ze. Just as he was about to ask for a glass of water, An Ze turned around and poured a glass of water before he could speak, handed it to An Luo's lips, and whispered, "Have a glass of water."
"..." An Luo was speechless for a while.
In the past, An Luo, no matter if he was drunk and vomited darkly, or was seriously ill enough to lose his mind, there would be no one around to accompany him. He was used to waking up alone in the middle of the night, dragging his tired body to get a cup and pouring water himself. He never thought that one day, someone would stand by his side and offer him a glass of water when he was thirsty. .
At this moment, the cup full of water stopped firmly in front of him, the hand holding the cup was slender and strong, and An Ze's deep eyes were full of concern - An Luo suddenly felt an indescribable strange feeling in his heart.
An Luo took the water glass from his hand and said softly, "Thank you."
Seeing his brother bowing his head to drink water, An Ze's lips slightly raised a smile - brother, it is a blessing for me to be able to take care of you, and I don't need you to thank me.
What Anze wanted was never your thanks.
***
The next morning, when An Luo woke up, An Ze was no longer on the sofa. Looking at the blankets neatly folded like bricks on the sofa, An Luo couldn't help but smile. This younger brother's style is really strict, even if he slept on the sofa for a night, he had to make the bed neatly when he left.
An Luo sat in a wheelchair and went to the bathroom to freshen up, then turned around and called the nurse. Soon, Song Yuan walked in, carrying a cake box in his hand, with a bright smile on his face, "Wake up so early! Come and have breakfast, An Ze told me to buy it before leaving, I heard you Love to eat this."
Song Yuan put the box on the table and opened it. An Luo looked down and saw that it was his favorite matcha cake.
An Luo rarely eats sweets, and his favorite dessert is matcha cake, because the taste of matcha cake is not as strong as chocolate and cream, but has a refreshing fragrance, which An Luo likes very much.
However, why would Anze know? He remembered that he never told Anze about this.
An Luo was puzzled and couldn't help asking: "Song Yuan, you and An Ze have known each other for a long time, right?" He remembered the conversation between An Ze and Song Yuan that day, and it seemed that they were old friends.
Song Yuan nodded and said, "Yes, he and I are high school classmates." After a pause, he joked again, "Actually, I'm still your fan."
An Luo looked up at her, "What do you mean?"
Song Yuan said seriously: "When you were in high school, you were the student council president of our school. You were handsome, you got good grades, and you often got full marks in exams. Many people in our school admire you, including An Ze."
An Luo was surprised: "Does An Ze also admire his brother very much?"
Song Yuan seemed to remember something funny, and said with a smile, "Yes, Anze has always admired you. In the first year of high school, the teacher once assigned a composition question for everyone to write about the person they admire the most. Most of us wrote All of them are celebrities like Einstein, and some people write about their parents and teachers, but Anze wrote about his brother."
"..." This idiot is not afraid of being laughed at, An Luo simply doesn't know what to say.
Song Yuan smiled and said: "An Ze's composition is very touching, and he was read by the teacher as Fan Wen. At that time, An Ze was still blushing."
"Really?" In the first year of high school, Anze was only fourteen years old. The fourteen-year-old Anze must be very cute, right? Unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to see it.
Hearing Song Yuan talk about these past events, An Luo felt a little lost for some reason.
Perhaps it was because An Luo who was sitting in a wheelchair at the moment was not the admirable An Luo that Song Yuan had spoken of, let alone the elder brother An Ze admired. Those warm-sounding pictures are just a story belonging to An Luo who has died. The care and love that Anze is enjoying now is only because he still bears the identity of his brother.
It is hard for An Luo to imagine that if An Ze knew that the brother he admired was dead, and An Luo was just a stranger in front of him... How would he feel
***
In the evening, An Ze brought another blue fruit to the hospital. An Luo was sitting in a wheelchair watching TV. When he saw An Ze walk into the house, he took off his military uniform, and with a smiling face, under the sunshine in the evening, he was able to watch TV. Looking handsome and charming.
"Brother, this is the lychee I bought when I passed by the supermarket just now. Come and try it." An Ze put the lychee on a plate and brought it to An Luo, picked the largest one, peeled it off, and handed it to An Luo's lips side.
An Luo glanced at him, took the lychee from his hand and ate it. The two were peeling the lychees face to face. After a while, seeing An Ze's clumsy behavior of peeling the lychees, An Luo couldn't help but say, "Don't peel like this, your hands will be covered with water. There is a line in the middle of the lychees, do you see it? ?"
An Ze wondered: "Where?"
An Luo took his hand and gave him a demonstration, "It's here, you hold the lychee and squeeze it lightly, it will split automatically."
Looking at the picture of his brother's serious explanation with his head lowered, An Ze suddenly remembered the scene when he was taught to hold chopsticks when he was a child. He held his hand lightly, and felt the familiar refreshing cool temperature on the back of his hand. . The feeling of being held by him was so comfortable that Anze never wanted to let go.
There was no expression on An Luo's face, but such an expressionless face had a fatal attraction to An Ze... His heart moved slightly, and he couldn't help but want to lean over and kiss him fiercely... But he suddenly raised his head and asked: "Will it be?"
There was not a trace of distraction in his eyes, it was pure brotherhood.
An Ze hurriedly suppressed his chaotic thoughts and said in a low voice, "Yes."
Afraid that he would not be able to hold back his strong emotions and do something excessive, An Ze hurriedly turned around, took a pot of hot water from the bathroom, carried An Luo onto the bed, lifted the quilt, rolled up his trouser legs.
An Luo's legs were straight and slender, but the legs that had been wrapped in the hospital gown for a long time looked pale, and the skin looked dry due to poor blood flow.
An Luo asked suspiciously, "What are you doing?"
An Ze gently squeezed An Luo's calf with his hand and asked, "Is my brother's leg conscious?"
An Luo shook his head: "Not yet."
The fingers moved up again, until the position above the knees, An Luo said: "There is a feeling here."
An Ze nodded, "I'll give you a massage, the doctor said it will help you recover." He took the towel, soaked it in hot water, wrung it out, and then gently placed the hot towel on An Luo's body. On the calf, massage slowly with your hands.
"..." Seeing that he carefully wiped his calf with a hot towel, and then gently pressed it with his fingers, his movements were very careful, An Luo suddenly didn't know what to say.
An Ze is indeed a very good younger brother, but unfortunately, this younger brother only belongs to An Luo, not really him.
I don't know how long it took, and he carefully massaged both legs. Although he didn't feel anything on his legs, An Luo felt that his whole body felt much more comfortable after being massaged by him.
An Ze put away the washbasin and towel, and said, "Is brother hungry? I'll go downstairs to buy something to eat."
Seeing him turning around to leave, An Luo suddenly said, "An Ze, you like your brother very much, don't you?"
An Ze's back suddenly stiffened, and his fingers even began to tremble slightly.
Seeing that An Ze didn't answer, An Luo continued to ask calmly, "If my brother died unexpectedly when he was kidnapped last time, what would you do?"
An Ze turned his head and whispered, "Don't talk nonsense, aren't you doing well now?"
An Luo raised his head and looked straight into An Ze's eyes, "I mean if."
An Ze frowned tightly and did not answer.
An Luo said, "What if my brother didn't come back from the hospital last time, and he didn't have amnesia, but died directly?"
The eyes of the two met in the air, and they looked at each other silently, neither of them willing to make concessions.
After a long time, An Ze finally said, "Sorry, I can't accept this kind of if you said."
"Anze..."
"Don't think nonsense, I won't let you happen again." An Ze interrupted him with a sullen face, turned and walked out. When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and said seriously, "Brother, it is my greatest luck that you survived this time... Please don't make fun of this kind of thing."
An Ze's stiff back quickly disappeared from sight.
There was a depressing silence in the ward, An Luo frowned deeply as he looked at the closed door.
—Unfortunately, the greatest luck for you is the greatest misfortune for me. I would rather die in that plane crash than be reborn on this An Luo's body and live inexplicably.
Recalling the relationship between the two of them in these days, the warmth and love that were bit by bit, like a mirage in a dream, it looks so beautiful, but it is an illusion that does not exist at all.
Anze, how should I tell you... Your brother is already dead