At 10:30 in the morning, Anze's car finally arrived at the parking lot of Hua'an Hotel.
Like Huaan Group, a well-known entertainment company, Huaan Hotel is also one of the industries that belong to Anjia. The five-star hotel with more than 30 floors looks very stylish from the outside, and the interior decoration is also extremely luxurious. An Guangyao's birthday banquet was held in the hall on the third floor. The carefully arranged venue, red carpet and various bouquets made the birthday banquet very festive.
It was too embarrassing for my brother to sit in a wheelchair in front of everyone. An Ze deliberately arrived early. When the two arrived, only the receptionist and the housekeeper were there. An Ze went over to say a few words to Uncle Wu, and then directly pushed his brother's wheelchair to the middle table. Put it aside and whispered in his ear, "Brother will just sit here and eat later, and you don't need to worry about other things."
An Luo nodded, and An Ze naturally sat beside him.
The number of people at the venue gradually increased. On An Guangyao's birthday, not only relatives and friends of An's family, but also many stars of Huaan Group also came to congratulate in person, which caused many troubles. Professional bodyguards were invited to the entrance of the venue, and no invitations were made. It is impossible for the person who wrote the letter to come in, and even all media reporters are refused entry.
An Luo's eyes quickly scanned the surroundings. Today's birthday banquet was held according to traditional customs. Round tables for dining were neatly arranged in the spacious and bright hall. It was not easy to hide at the banquet, and with the strict control of the security guards at the entrance, the safety of the venue was obviously better than An Luo imagined.
An Luo was slightly relieved and waited patiently with a calm expression. Since someone gave him news at the hospital and asked him to come to this birthday party, no matter who those people were, An Luo guessed that they would definitely take action.
Not long after, An Yan and An Mo also came. When An Yan saw An Luo, he smiled and hugged him tightly, "Brother, long time no see!" But it's as exaggerated as meeting an old friend whom you haven't seen in ten years.
An Luo frowned slightly, it was not easy to push him away in front of so many people, so he could only endure him sticking to his body like a brown candy. But An Ze couldn't see it, so he gave An Yan a cold look.
An Yan smiled and let go of his hand, saying, "I found that my brother seems to be fatter than before. He not only has bones, but also a little flesh."
An Luo said indifferently, "Isn't it fat?"
An Yan hurriedly said: "Of course, my brother is just right, very standard, with a model body."
An Luo turned his head away and ignored him.
An Mo was still very gentle, only smiled at An Luo and said, "Brother's complexion looks much better."
An Luo nodded: "Well." Then he looked back at An Ze, "Thanks to An Ze for taking care of him these days."
An Yan and An Mo turned their attention to the "hero" An Ze at the same time.
An Ze smiled, "Brother is polite, it should be."
An Mo looked back, it was none of his business to lower his head and drink water.
An Yan kicked An Ze fiercely under the table, lowered his voice and leaned into his ear and said, "Hey, he actually speaks for you, don't you already have it?"
An Ze ignored him.
An Yan smirked and said, "Is the thing that I gave you useful? That's what my brother brought for you. It's the latest French product. It's very useful, right?"
An Ze said, "Shut up."
An Yan didn't shut up, and continued: "As I said, you should start directly, eat it in your mouth first, and eat it in your mouth first, even if your throat is choked and it is difficult to swallow, it is better than being robbed by others. Good walk."
An Ze frowned, "Take it away?"
An Yan said, "My eldest brother is already twenty-seven, and he doesn't have a girlfriend yet. He is not in a hurry, and you are not in a hurry to be a grandfather? To tell you the truth, grandpa is already looking for a girlfriend for him, the third lady of the Xu family. , do you know him?"
An Ze's brows furrowed even tighter, "You mean Xu Wan?" A slight pause, "Didn't she study abroad?"
An Yan smiled and said: "You don't know that. Xu Wan studied business. She just graduated with a master's degree some time ago, and was called by her third uncle to come back to China to help. The Xu family and the An family have always had business contacts. Girlfriend, she must be the first choice. If you don't believe me, just wait, she might come to celebrate grandpa's birthday today."
The two were talking when they suddenly heard a clear voice in their ears: "An Yan?"
It really means that Cao Cao and Cao Cao are here.
An Yan turned his head and said with a graceful smile, "Isn't this Xiao Wan? It's been a few years since I haven't seen her. It's really the eighteen changes in the female university. The more she changes, the harder it becomes to recognize."
Xu Wan came over, smiled and said, "An Yan, your mouth still sucks."
An Yan said, "Where is it? It's far worse than your brother."
"An Yan is talking about me?" A dull voice suddenly sounded beside him.
An Yan raised his head and suddenly met a pair of familiar eyes. Perhaps because of the reflection of the silver-framed glasses, the man's sharp line of sight was cast on him through the lenses, and it seemed to have a strange coldness.
The surroundings fell silent in an instant, and even An Luo cast his eyes on the man wearing glasses suspiciously.
He recognized it. This person is Xu Shaoqian, who worked with An Yan in Endless City. Recently, the news that major media has been hyping vigorously is "An Yan and Xu Shaoqian are at odds" and "the two fought on the set".
I didn't expect that he would also come to the birthday banquet today. The always cheeky An Yan saw him, and the smile on his face seemed to be unable to hang. Although An Luo didn't know much about things in the entertainment industry, he could clearly sense the rigid atmosphere between the two of them.
In the strange atmosphere where the surroundings suddenly quieted down, Xu Shaoqian calmly took out a card from his pocket and handed it to An Yan, "A friend is your fan, please ask me to ask you for an autograph."
The smile on An Yan's face was a little stiff, and after a long while he squeezed out a sentence: "I didn't bring a pen."
"Here is it." Xu Shaoqian took out the pen from his pocket and handed it to An Yan along with the card. An Yan took a look at the card in his hand, and saw a cute monkey painted on the card.
An Yan silently cursed ten times in his heart, "Xu Shaoqian, go to hell", "You are the monkey", "You idiot bastard".
"Why, don't you give me any face?" Xu Shaoqian still smiled, and the curved corners of his lips looked polite.
An Yan took the pen, swiped the photo and wrote three big and handsome characters "Xu Shaoqian" on the photo. By the way, he marked an arrow pointing to the monkey next to him, then raised his eyebrows and handed it back to him with a smile, "Sign it. ."
Xu Shaoqian glanced at the card, put it back in his pocket, and when he walked to An Yan, he suddenly left a sentence in an ambiguous voice, "Your words are very beautiful, I will keep them well."
"...?" An Yan turned around, but found that Xu Shaoqian had turned and walked in front of An Luo.
Xu Shaoqian stopped in front of An Luo's wheelchair and reached out to An Luo, "Long time no see."
An Luo also reached out and shook his hand, "Hello."
Xu Shaoqian leaned over, stared into An Luo's eyes, and asked, "I heard that you lost your memory, right?"
An Luo said calmly: "Yes, I lost my memory, and I don't remember you either."
Xu Shaoqian smiled, "Yes, if you don't remember the past, you naturally don't have to be responsible for the past. Just like you, with a single word of amnesia, you can wipe everything clean."
An Luo frowned slightly, "What do you mean by that?"
Xu Shaoqian shrugged, "It doesn't make any sense. Since you don't remember, let's get to know me again. My name is Xu Shaoqian. I'm an alumnus of your middle school and one of your few friends. Of course, that was before."
Xu Shaoqian took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to An Luo, "This is my contact information. If you want to continue to be a friend, you can contact me. If you don't want to, it doesn't matter. After all, the word friend is optional for you."
After speaking, he straightened up and raised his eyebrows at his sister beside him, "Xiao Wan, let's go."
Xu Wan walked in front of An Luo, "An Luo..." She seemed to want to say something, but when Xu Shaoqian looked at her coldly, she hurriedly turned around and followed behind her brother.
Until their brother and sister walked to another table and sat down, An Luo's eyes still fell on the two of them and did not move away.
For some reason, An Luo always felt that there was something in Xu Shaoqian's words. He must know something, and the tone when he spoke just now was not very friendly. According to An Ze, An Luo, Xu Shaoqian and Zhou Chengping are friends who have known each other for many years. Zhou Chengping tried his best to rescue An Luo when he had an accident. He never asked a single question from the beginning to the end, and his attitude was quite cold when we met today.
Could it be that before the amnesia, there was something between An Luo and Xu Shaoqian
An Luo lowered his head and fell into deep thought, but he really couldn't think of a reason.
An Ze, who was sitting beside him, saw that An Luo was frowning all the time, so he leaned over and comforted in a low voice, "Brother, don't mind, Xu Shaoqian has always been mean, not against you."
An Luo returned to his senses and said, "It's fine, I don't mind."
At this moment, the hall suddenly burst into warm applause, and An Guangyao walked into the hall surrounded by a group of people.
"Happy birthday, Mr. An!" "Mr. An's complexion is getting better and better!" "Grandpa is healthy!" "Happy birthday to Grandpa An!"
Along the way, relatives, friends, and guests stood up one after another to congratulate Mr. An on his happy birthday.
An Guangyao wore a very fitting Tang suit today. Because his body had not recovered yet, he was also sitting in a wheelchair and was pushed away by An Yudong. Although he is seventy years old, he looks full of energy.
"Thank you, thank you!" Greeting guests along the way, An Guangyao finally stopped the wheelchair at the table where An Luo was.
An Ze, An Yan and An Mo all stood up and said respectfully, "Grandpa, happy birthday."
An Guangyao nodded, "Sit down, you don't have to be polite."
An Luo wanted to turn the wheelchair to come over, but was blocked by An Guangyao, "Xiao Luo, your legs are inconvenient, so you don't need to move." Then he turned back and said to An Yu Dong, "Push me to Xiao Luo's side, I want to follow My grandson sits together."
"Yes, father." An Yudong pushed An Guangyao next to An Luo, An Guangyao looked at An Luo in the wheelchair, and said with a distressed expression: "Xiao Luo, you have suffered this time."
An Luo hurriedly said, "It's okay, Grandpa."
An Guangyao patted the back of An Luo's hand lightly, "Look, grandpa is also sitting in a wheelchair with you today, in a few days, grandpa is in good health, and if he can stand up, you can stand up too. The two of Sun will go for a walk and fish again." Then he clenched An Luo's hand and whispered, "Don't be impatient, let alone be sad, this time you have reached a low point, and it will only get better in the future."
An Luo knew the purpose of what Grandpa said. A healthy person suddenly turned into a semi-crippled person. He would definitely feel uncomfortable in a wheelchair to attend such a public event. As today's protagonist, An Guangyao himself is also in a wheelchair. An Luo can reduce the psychological burden, and the guests do not dare to laugh at him.
Sure enough, as the legend said, An Guangyao really loved this eldest grandson the most.
Although An Luo didn't mind that he was in a wheelchair, he couldn't help but admire the old man's calmness to resolve his embarrassment. An Guangyao is worthy of being the parent of the An family, and a word can make the scene silent.
An Luo looked up and found that there was a woman standing beside An Guangyao. The woman was well maintained. She was wearing a retro cyan cheongsam, which was low-key and elegant, and looked like an oriental woman. , An Luo thought that this was the cousin of which family, and couldn't help but cast doubtful eyes on An Ze.
An Ze leaned over to his ear and said, "this is my mother, you keep calling her Aunt Zhen."
An Luo looked up at her and said politely, "Aunt Zhen."
Zhou Bizhen nodded, and An Yan had already approached her eagerly to take the bag in her hand, "Mom, when did you come back and didn't tell us anything?"
Zhou Bizhen said, "I just came back yesterday. I said you could pick me up?"
An Yan said with a smile: "Just leave your task to Dad. If I pick you up, you won't be happy."
Zhou Bizhen said: "Nothing else is improving, but the skill of being slick and tongue-tied has been advancing by leaps and bounds."
An Yan said: "Being an actor requires a career. I am dedicated."
Zhou Bizhen rolled her eyes at him, turned her head to look at An Ze, "An Ze, you go and sit with your brother, I'll sit here."
An Ze automatically replaced his brother as An Luo, turned and sat beside An Luo. Zhou Bizhen glanced at An Yan, fell silent for a while, and then sat next to An Ze.
After the birthday star arrived, all the tables began to serve food. Only An Guangyao, An Yudong and his wife, and the four An family brothers sat on the table of the An family. An Luo sat between his grandfather and An Ze. Grandpa gave him a piece of pork ribs, and An Ze gave him a piece of chicken drumsticks. eat.
Zhou Bizhen suddenly put a plate of shrimp in front of An Luo and said with a smile, "I remember that An Luo likes to eat shrimp, eat more, just recover from a serious illness, you need to take good care of your body."
An Luo hurriedly said, "Thank you, Aunt Zhen."
Everyone served each other's dishes, and occasionally chatted about the current situation. The meal was very peaceful. It seemed that the family members of Anjia were really close and blood was thicker than water. But An Luo felt a little weird. The occasional eye contact between his father and Aunt Zhen, An Mo kept his head down, An Yan's hilarious smile was deliberately flattering, and An Ze was silent without saying a word.
The family that seemed to get along in harmony on the surface felt false in An Luo's eyes.
At the end of the banquet, the guests began to slowly disperse, and the door of the hall on the third floor was opened.
An's family was about to get up and leave when An Guangyao's voice suddenly came from An Luo's ear: "Xiao Luo, go to the bathroom."
An Luo looked up, but found that his grandfather's eyes were directed towards the door, as if he hadn't spoken just now.
An Luo was a little puzzled, but he still said, "I'll go to the bathroom first."
An Ze hurriedly turned around and said, "I'll take you there."
"Need not."
An Luo turned the wheelchair and walked towards the bathroom. Suddenly, a cold feeling like being stared at by a hunter grew on his back, almost subconsciously. There was a sound, and a bullet flew past An Luo's ear and hit the vase in the corner.
"Ah..." A scream broke out at the scene, and suddenly fell into a mess. The sound of the broken vase and the screams of people mixed together, making people's ears buzzing.
"Brother!" There was a familiar voice in the crowd, with anxiety and even panic.
It seems to be Anze's voice...
An Luo really wanted to turn around and tell him, don't worry, my brother is fine. But he suddenly found that he didn't have the strength to look back, the scene in front of him gradually became blurred, and his consciousness began to lose consciousness.
No, the bullet clearly missed the point, why is this happening
Before losing consciousness, a word suddenly appeared in An Luo's mind: anesthetic.
Perhaps, the other party did not want his life.