Seeing that An Ze didn't respond, An Luo continued to whisper, "Maybe it's hard for you to believe this, but the truth is, I'm not your brother, but another An Luo, from an air crash that happened 27 years ago. ."
"When I woke up, I found myself in the hospital ward. I thought I was not dead in the plane crash, but later I found out that this place is no longer the time and space I was in. This incident was too bizarre, so I had to pretend to lose my memory and temporarily use the Your brother's identity remains in the Anjia."
An Luo paused and said calmly, "I'm not your brother himself, do you understand?"
"..." Anze seemed to be completely frozen, not knowing how to react.
The silence lasted for a long time before An Ze's eyes regained focus. He lightly placed his hand on An Luo's shoulder, looked into An Luo's eyes seriously, and whispered, "Brother, are you under too much pressure? How could you say such a strange thing?"
An Ze was obviously still in his own world, completely ignoring An Luo's explanation.
"You are my brother, you just lost your memory, don't make such a joke with me..."
Looking at An Ze who lost his calm and even a little flustered in front of him, An Luo's heart was also uncomfortable. He knew that this incident had a great impact on An Ze, but after all, the truth could not be kept hidden forever, and one day it would be revealed.
An Luo gently blocked An Ze's hand, let An Ze's eyes look directly at himself, and said calmly and clearly, word by word, "An Ze, what I said is true, I am not your brother. "
"… "
"Anyang can testify for me, he has no reason to lie to you. If you still don't believe it, you can check the list of the victims of the Vancouver plane crash 27 years ago. It has An Luo's name in it. I am not amnesiac I don't remember you, but..."
"Enough." An Ze finally regained his composure, and his chaotic eyes gradually became clearer.
Those eyes were dark and deep, like an endless abyss that could not see the bottom, he stared at An Luo's face with those complicated eyes, and whispered word by word: "If you are not my brother, So... how about him?"
An Luo was chilled by such heavy eyes.
"Where is he?" An Ze asked stubbornly.
An Luo was silent for a moment before whispering, "Your brother... may have passed away."
"Perhaps?" An Ze's lips suddenly raised a sneering arc, "You look at me with his eyes and tell me with his lips that he may have passed away?"
"… "
"You mean that you are another person's soul, but you live by borrowing his body?"
An Luo nodded with difficulty under his extremely cold gaze.
"Did you get his consent?" An Ze suddenly sneered, "Since you said he was dead, then his body should die with him. I won't allow anyone to spoil him!"
Before An Luo could understand the meaning of those words, An Ze's hand suddenly grabbed his throat tightly!
"Uh… "
An Luo opened his eyes in surprise, the source of his breathing was completely cut off, and a dull suffocation gradually rose in his chest. Out of instinct, An Luo grabbed his hand and began to struggle desperately.
"An... An Ze..." A strong force gripped his neck tightly, and the sound from his throat was like a whining beast. An Luo's eyes gradually turned red due to suffocation, and even a layer of water vapor rose from his eyes. "Let... let go... Anze... "
An Ze stared blankly at these familiar eyes.
These dark eyes are always cold and condescending, but occasionally they reveal a heart-warming tenderness.
An Ze still remembered the time when he was ill when he was a child. His brother stayed by his bed, poured him water, fed him, and when he clumsily ate rice all over his face, he gently reached out and wiped his lips for him. rice grains on the side.
He taught him how to hold chopsticks with his hands, he took him around the city and taught him to know the way, he taught him how to speak Chinese, taught him how to write every Chinese character, whenever An Ze wrote the correct character, his eyes would always be there Showing admiration, occasionally smiling and saying, Anze, you are the smartest child I have ever met.
There has never been a compliment that could make little Anze so happy. When my brother said "you are very smart", the feeling of extreme joy is unforgettable until now.
"Brother..." An Ze looked at these eyes and cried out, choked up, "Brother..."
These familiar eyes have haunted An Ze for more than ten years. How many times have he seen him smiling and staring at himself in his dreams, and how many times he has been saddened by his indifference when he wakes up. He is the most gentle person in the world, and also the most cruel person in the world. He once gave An Ze the greatest warmth and hope, but cruelly took everything back when An Ze was addicted to it.
But even so, every time An Ze met his gaze, he couldn't control his heartbeat. He couldn't help but want to get close to him, to talk to him, to call him brother, to ask him questions. How are you doing lately...
But at this time, these familiar eyes are gradually losing their vitality. The long eyelashes keep shaking like the wings of a dying butterfly. There is even a tear in the red eyes. The back of Ze's hand was cold.
"let me go… "
The hoarse voice was pleading, like the last cry of a dying beast.
An Ze's fingers suddenly began to tremble violently.
His skin, his eyes, his voice, and even his breathing are obviously the same body, everything is so familiar, but at this moment, An Luo in front of him is no longer the brother he loves.
His older brother passed away not long ago and he doesn't know anything about it...
He didn't even have a way to hold a funeral for him...
Even if he knew the truth at this moment and knew that his brother's body was occupied by others, he couldn't be ruthless to destroy the people in front of him, because he was reluctant to hurt the body at all. Especially when he saw the tears in those familiar eyes, An Ze's heart was actually more sad than his own being strangled by the throat.
An Ze finally released his fingers and looked at the person in front of him silently.
"Cough... cough..."
Seeing An Luo, who had regained air, coughed desperately against his chest, An Ze's heart tingled for a while.
If it was his brother in front of him, he would definitely hold him tightly in his arms and say to him: I'm sorry, I never thought of hurting you, how could I be willing to hurt you, I'm just too impulsive...
But now, the person in front of him is not his brother, who can tell him how he should face it
In the silent bedroom, only An Luo coughed.
I don't know how long it took, the coughing gradually subsided, An Luo finally adjusted his breathing, looked up at An Ze, and said calmly: "An Ze, accept the reality. Even if you kill me, he will not be able to come back. "
An Ze didn't speak, stood up silently, took a deep look at An Luo in front of him, then turned and left.
"Where are you going?"
An Luo's question was not answered.
An Ze walked out the door silently, leaving only a stiff back.
***
It was five o'clock in the morning. An Ze was walking alone on the empty street. The dim street lights on the side of the street stretched his shadow very long. The leather shoes were on the road, and the sound of da da footsteps could be heard clearly in his ears. By the side, in the silent night, the young man was enveloped in a frighteningly cold aura.
Anze tucked his hand into his pocket, feeling the unique coolness of the night wind blowing in front of him. He wanted to blow the cold wind to keep his mind awake, but found that his mind was in chaos at the moment, and he couldn't find a clue at all.
There was a sudden piercing pain on his shoulders, An Ze couldn't help frowning, and pressed the wound there with his hands.
In fact, in the villa just now, in order to protect An Luo, he was shot by a bullet in the back near the shoulder blade. At that time, the situation was critical. An Ze did not tell An Luo about this. Later, An Yang's arm was injured. Ze endured the pain and sat in the driver's seat.
Anze was eager to escape from the predicament, so he focused all his attention on the car. In addition, the location of the bullet seemed to avoid the blood vessels, and there was not much blood flow. It was not too obvious that the black shirt was stained red with blood, so An Luo and An Yang didn't even notice that An Ze was actually injured.
Of course, An Luo was more concerned about An Yang's injury at the time. He only cared about bandaging An Yang's wound, and didn't care how much pain An Ze, who was driving in the front row, was enduring.
At that time, An Ze was still a little jealous. He always felt that he cared about An Yang several times more than himself.
After arriving at An Yang's house, An Ze's wound hurts badly, but An Luo's attention is on the furniture in the house. An Ze doesn't want to say something ridiculous like "Brother, I'm injured, can you help me bandage", He had to go to the bathroom to treat the wound by himself, because the injury could not be seen clearly from behind, and the bleeding didn't seem to be much, so Anze ignored it.
This little injury was nothing to him at all. What he was sad about was An Luo's attitude.
I wanted to have a good chat with An Luo, but I didn't expect that after the wound was healed, I went to see him in the bedroom, but was told such a ridiculous truth.
Before, Anze did have some doubts about An Luo. For example, An Luo's attitude towards him was suddenly much better after his memory loss. He would smile at him, he didn't dislike his hugs, and he would eat him patiently. The cooked meals were put in the past, such a warm relationship was something that Anze could not even imagine.
But he also has a lot of things that have not changed at all. For example, he likes to wrap himself in a quilt when he sleeps, and his favorite dishes are still the same. Although he hates desserts, he is very fond of matcha cakes.
An Ze thought it was just because of amnesia, which caused his personality to become slightly gentler, and Anze also liked this gentle brother very much. But I didn't expect that he was not the same person as An Luo before.
Such a terrible fact is really hard to accept, but Anze has to accept it.
Because not long ago, An Luo had just used his superb marksmanship to save himself from such a dangerous situation. At that moment, his calmness, accurate judgment, and calm shot were not what his older brother could do. At that moment, he was completely another person, a very strange person to An Ze.
My beloved brother is actually dead...
He is dead, forever, no more.
An Ze walked dazedly on the street in the middle of the night, his heart was as empty as if something had been dug out suddenly. An Ze didn't know where he wanted to go or where he should go, but he just kept walking along the street, trying to make the chaos calm down.
The door in front of him was a little familiar, Anze stopped and looked up to see the sign of the Central Hospital.
In the middle of the night, the hospital's emergency room was still brightly lit. Several doctors and nurses were busy back and forth. Anze remembered that the bullet left on his shoulder had not been taken out, so he walked into the hospital's emergency ward.
As soon as he entered the ward, Zhou Chengping, who was wearing a white coat, met a familiar look and said in surprise, "An Ze?"
An Ze nodded, "Are you on night shift again today?"
An Ze, who was expressionless, was enveloped in a strange coolness, as if he had just walked out of the ice cave.
Zhou Chengping was startled, and hurriedly walked up to him and looked at him carefully, "What's wrong with you? What are you doing in the hospital so late?"
An Ze said, "I have a slight injury, please help me deal with it."
"Okay, go to the treatment room." Zhou Chengping took An Ze to the treatment room. After reaching the treatment room, he let An Ze sit on the bed. Zhou Chengping asked, "Where is the injury?"
"On the shoulders." An Ze said and took off his shirt.
Seeing the wound on his back, Zhou Chengping couldn't help taking a breath.
The back was close to the shoulders, a piece of blood was blurred, and the blood that had flowed out had solidified because it was not treated in time, and it was tightly adhered to the clothes. When An Ze took off his shirt just now, the wound was affected, and a piece of skin was forcibly torn, dark. Red bloodstains stuck to the open wound, looking extremely hideous under the light.
Zhou Chengping was stunned for a while before he said, "Is it a gunshot wound? What's going on?"
An Ze said calmly: "It's nothing, help me get the bullet out."
Zhou Chengping wanted to ask, but seeing An Ze's pale face, he had to swallow all the questions.
The wound must be treated promptly, or it can lead to a more serious infection. Zhou Chengping frowned, turned around to get the sterilization bag and surgical tools, and gently wiped off the coagulated blood with a cotton ball dipped in alcohol.
When the cold alcohol came into contact with the wound, Anze's body suddenly froze.
Zhou Chengping knew that he must be in pain, but Anze's character would not make a sound even if he was in pain. Zhou Chengping calmed down as much as possible, wiped away the blood around him bit by bit, and said softly, "Just hold on, I'll give you a little anaesthetic when you take out the bullet."
"Well." An Ze gritted his teeth and closed his eyes gently.
The treatment room was so quiet that you could hear the needle dropping, and after an unknown amount of time, Zhou Chengping finally picked up the bullet that had been shot into the muscle with tweezers and put it on a plate.
Press the bleeding wound with a cotton ball, wait until the bleeding stops, and then carefully wrap the wound with a bandage.
It was not until the wound was treated that Zhou Chengping asked softly, "You came to the hospital at midnight and got shot, can you tell me what happened?"
An Ze said, "It's nothing, don't ask."
"Anze..."
"I want to be quiet." An Ze frowned slightly, "Chengping, please don't tell anyone about this."
"This… "
"Including my parents, I don't want to worry about the subject."
Looking at An Ze's indifferent gaze, Zhou Chengping was puzzled, but nodded and said, "Okay."
At this moment, a young nurse knocked on the door of the treatment room and whispered, "Doctor Zhou, the patient in bed 17 has a sudden increase in blood pressure and a severe headache. Do you want to go and see?"
Zhou Chengping said, "I see, I'll come right away."
An Ze turned his head and said, "Go and do your job, don't pay attention to me."
Zhou Chengping was still not at ease, but after all, the patient's situation was more urgent, and he couldn't accompany An Ze here, so he took An Ze to the duty room next door and said, "Go to my duty room to rest for a while, there There is an empty bed."
Anze nodded, "Got it."
"Drink some hot water, I'll go see the patient first." Zhou Chengping poured him a cup of hot water and hurriedly left.
Later, Zhou Chengping was busy until seven o'clock in the morning because of the serious emergencies of several patients.
The sky in the east was gradually turning white, and the staff in the hospital also got up one after another and began to make preparations. The busy morning once again opened the curtain of a new day.
Zhou Chengping took time to return to the duty room, but found that An Ze had long since disappeared.
The quilt on the bed was still neat and tidy, and there was no trace of being used. A cup of hot water was poured from a disposable water cup on the table next to it, and it was already cold at this time, the water was full, and it seemed that it had never been drunk at all.