An Luo picked up the pen and was about to sign the will when he heard lawyer Zhang whisper, "Mr. An, have you... have you thought it through?"
An Luo decisively signed his name, and said lightly without raising his head: "Well, it's very clear."
Anonymously donating 10% of his private property to Shao Rong and his son's organ transplant research center in the UK, and the rest of the property was inherited by his elder brother An Yang. This is the best and only way An Luo can think of.
Anyway, I don't plan to get married and have children in this life, and the only family around him is An Yang. If An Yang is unwilling to accept this inheritance, he can do whatever he wants. Maybe he will leave all his property to Shao Rong, not necessarily.
After making the will, An Luo turned around and came to the conference room. After the meeting was over, he drove home in a hurry.
For some reason, he always felt a little restless today. Maybe the nightmare about the car accident last night reminded him of a lot of things in the past.
I'm going back to China in the afternoon, why don't I go back and pack my luggage now.
When he got home, An Yang was sleeping, An Luo pushed open the door of his bedroom and looked at him lying on the bed and smiled after falling asleep... Driven by the instinctive desire in his heart, An Luo gently walked over By the side of his bed, he slowly leaned down...
The heartbeat began to speed up uncontrollably, and the person who was thinking about it day and night was just a few feet away in front of him. As long as he was a few centimeters lower, he could touch his eyebrows and his lips.
How many times have I kissed him in my dreams, but at this moment, he was in front of him, but An Luo found that he couldn't make such an outrageous gesture as a kiss at all.
An Yang wears a ring on his hand. This diamond wedding ring has been worn by him for many years, which proves that Su Zihang's status in his heart is unparalleled. At this moment, it seems to be the most intuitive mockery... His There was a smile on his lips, maybe he dreamed of a beautiful picture of being with Su Zihang in the past. He would even show such a warm and happy smile in his dreams...
There was no way for An Luo to kiss him under such circumstances.
He even felt that doing so himself was an insult to him and Su Zihang.
He had to suppress the surging emotions in his heart, turned around stiffly, walked out of An Yang's bedroom, and closed the door gently.
It's not that he doesn't want to fight for himself, it's just that he knows An Yang and Su Zihang too well. He sees everything from their acquaintance to their love for each other, and the relationship between the two can no longer allow anyone to interfere.
I don't dare to show my feelings to An Yang, and I don't want to make myself a sad laughing stock. I can only suppress this feeling silently in my heart, let it rot and mold in my heart, and gradually become a tumor-like existence.
An Luo took a deep breath and slowly eased the suffocating pain in his chest. Then he turned and walked back to the bedroom, took out the suitcase and packed up.
***
At two o'clock in the afternoon, An Yang woke up and walked to the living room to find An Luo was sitting on the sofa watching TV. The TV was replaying a game from last night. An Luo's attention was not on the game, but hung down. Head staring at the floor, head bit by bit, clearly struggling with drowsiness.
An Yang couldn't help but smiled, walked over to him and patted his shoulder lightly, "Xiao Luo, go to bed if you're sleepy."
An Luo suddenly woke up from the confused state, and when he met An Yang's smiling eyes, his face turned slightly red, he coughed, and said, "I... I'm not sleepy."
Anyang asked, "how to sleep on the sofa? I'm not afraid of catching a cold."
An Luo touched his nose and said, "I was afraid of missing the flight, so I didn't go back to the bedroom..."
Looking at his embarrassed look, An Yang smiled slightly and changed the subject: "Have you booked the flight ticket?"
An Luo nodded: "Well, it's the flight at 3:30 in the afternoon, what time is it now?"
An Yang looked down at his watch, "Two o'clock."
An Luo said: "Then get ready and go to the airport."
An Yang nodded, turned and walked to the bedroom, "I'll change my clothes, you go get the car."
An Luo looked at his back and asked, "Do you want to call the driver over?"
An Yang waved his hand and said, "No, I'll drive."
***
Anyang's driving skills are very good. After staying in Vancouver for two years, he has been able to write down the road signs here, and he often drives out without getting lost.
Looking at the buildings that flashed past the window, An Luo suddenly found that he was still very unfamiliar with this city.
Perhaps because he is a nostalgic person, the hometown in his heart has always been the small town where he grew up when he was a child. As for the city where he lived for a long time and Vancouver, where he lives now, it is just a place to live for him, and he does not spend time Pay attention to the folk customs, architecture and traffic of the city.
Unlike An Yang, in just two years, he was like a duck in water here.
An Yang didn't like to play music while driving. The car was very quiet. Being alone with him made An Luo a little flustered, so he turned his head to look out the window.
Seeing that his brother kept facing him with the back of his head, An Yang couldn't help but ask suspiciously, "What are you looking at?"
An Luo's back stiffened, and he hurriedly said, "It's nothing."
An Yang didn't notice his abnormality, smiled and said, "I want to stay for a few more days when I go back to China this time. You don't need to pay attention to me, just go back to Canada after you finish your business."
"Um..." An Luo paused, "Is it important that you stay for a few more days?"
An Yang shook his head: "No, I just plan to stay for a while and stop by the place he once said."
- The "he" that An Yang said was naturally Su Zihang.
An Luo's nose suddenly became a little sour.
An Yang could mention Su Zihang without hesitation in front of him, but he could only pretend to be a listener if nothing happened. An Yang would never know that the person who listened silently actually liked him all the time, for many years.
Along the way, An Luo did not speak again.
The car finally arrived at the airport at three o'clock, and there was not enough time. The two of them checked the tickets and entered the station without staying at the airport. When they arrived on the plane, the seats were indeed connected.
The two put away their luggage, sat down and fastened their seat belts, and then turned off their phones as required. After the clichéd safety video was over, the plane finally skidded off course and took off.
Seeing An Luo frowning and looking tired, An Yang said softly, "Go to sleep if you're sleepy." After that, he thoughtfully helped him adjust the seat to a comfortable angle.
An Luo looked back at An Yang and said, "Then... I'll sleep for a while."
An Yang smiled slightly, "Well, go to sleep, I'll call you again if I have something to do."
An Luo was so sleepy that he soon fell into a deep sleep state. Unconsciously, his head tilted to one side and leaned lightly on An Yang's shoulder. An Yang didn't push him away, but adjusted his posture to make him lean more comfortably.
When I was bored, I took out the magazine on the back of the chair and flipped through it. Just after turning two pages, the plane suddenly began to vibrate violently, all the oxygen bags above my head for emergency rescue fell off, and at the same time, a broadcast sounded: "Every passenger..."
The rest of the broadcast was drowned out by the hoarse screams of passengers.
An Yang turned his head and looked out the window. The plane was already high in the sky at this time, and the left wing suddenly burst into flames. It was obviously an accident. Maybe the plane would explode in less than a minute. The probability of escaping... about equal to zero.
The cabin was already in chaos, screams, cries, and various voices of men, women and children mixed together, making people's eardrums aching.
Do you want to wake up An Luo
An Yang hesitated for a while, but finally dismissed the idea.
If he really wants to die here, it might be a good thing to let him die in his sleep without having to go through too much struggle.
Compared with the hysteria of those around him, An Yang was very calm, and he even felt extremely relaxed in his heart. Because he has nothing to miss, the only one who is nostalgic is already lying under the cold tombstone.
An Yang closed his eyes gently and waited for the god of death to come. Many pictures flashed in his mind instantly, the most of which were the scenes of life and death together with Su Zihang back then, the gorgeous dance where he met him for the first time, the first one. The starry sky that night when we kissed him once... Those clear memories are still as fresh as yesterday.
Everything about Zihang actually doesn't need to be recalled carefully, because he... has never forgotten it.
At this moment, a young woman suddenly rushed over in the aisle frantically, her high heels stepped on An Luo's feet in a panic, An Luo who was sleeping was stepped on like this, frowned and woke up.
There were cries all around, An Luo was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly came to his senses, and hurriedly took An Yang's hand and said, "Brother! Let's go!"
An Yang held his hand calmly, "Where can you go?"
Looking at the flames in front of him, An Luo's eyes became hot, choked and said, "Brother..."
An Yang looked back into An Luo's eyes, smiled slightly, and said, "Compared to dying of old age and sickness, it's actually not bad for us to die together like this."
Looking at his flat smile, An Luo suddenly couldn't say a word.
An Yang is so calm and composed at all times, but An Luo can't be so indifferent. He still has a lot of things he can't let go of... No, there's actually nothing he can't let go of.
Money, fame, power, status, and even feelings, these are things that life does not bring, and death does not bring, what can't you let go? To be able to die with An Yang, on the same plane on the same day, and the body burned to ashes after death, may be the best end to his life.
An Luo was silent for a moment, held his hand tightly, turned around, and said seriously: "Brother, in fact I..."
In the sudden explosion, everything in front of him was overwhelmed by the firelight in the sky. An Yang's smiling face became the last picture frozen in his memory.
The world was instantly silent, and consciousness became blurred.
Actually I like you.
Silently liked it for a long, long time.
Finally, there was still no time to say this sentence.
On May 23, an Air Canada passenger plane took off from Vancouver International Airport at 15:30 local time, lost contact with the control center at 15:50 local time, and then crashed 3 kilometers from the airport.
All 117 people on board were killed, none survived.