Seeing that the two brothers were silent, An Guangyao coughed lightly and said, "It's just right, you two are here today. Grandpa has something he wants to discuss with you."
An Luo turned back and asked, "Grandpa, what's the matter?"
An Guangyao said: "Our Anjia industry mainly consists of two parts, one is Huaan Entertainment Company, which cultivates stars, and the other is Huaan Hotel. Previously, these two departments were managed by a board of directors, which led to many internal conflicts. I think it's better to separate the two sides and set up two independent companies, and then the two of you brothers will manage them separately."
An Luo quickly understood what An Guangyao meant. The old man was probably worried that one mountain would not tolerate two tigers and that there would be differences between the brothers, so he made the decision to "split the family". This approach can indeed minimize the conflicts between the brothers. It's just that An Luo is not interested in the An family's property, and it has absolutely no effect on him.
Seeing An Guangyao looking at him, An Luo hurriedly said, "You decide this matter, I have no opinion."
An Guangyao turned to look at An Ze again.
An Ze looked up at An Luo and said lightly, "Grandpa decides."
An Guangyao touched his chin, "Since you have no opinion, so be it. When Xiao Luo is in good health and can walk, I will convene the board of directors and formally introduce the two of you to the shareholders."
An Luo said, "Grandpa, my legs are much better, and I can walk around next week."
An Guangyao smiled and said, "That's great, the two of you should also prepare for the past few days." Then he turned to look at An Ze, "An Ze, your brother has lost his memory, and you have to learn many things from scratch. You remember to teach him."
An Ze said in a low voice, "I know Grandpa."
***
After lunch, Anze turned around and walked away, as if he couldn't stay longer.
An Luo accompanied An Guangyao to watch TV in the living room. An Guangyao liked watching the opera channel very much, but An Luo had no interest in opera. Hearing the sound of Yiyi ya singing opera on the TV, An Luo only felt a splitting headache, so he had no choice but to Make an excuse to take a break, turn around and leave.
When he walked to the door of An Ze's bedroom, An Luo couldn't help but stop, thinking of An Ze's injury before, the complex emotions of worry mixed with distress again emerged from the bottom of his heart.
I don't know if his injury is serious or not? Would you like to go in and have a look
In a strange way, An Luo gently opened the door, only to see An Ze lying on his side on the bed, his brows furrowed tightly, and he seemed very uncomfortable. An Luo walked to the bed and reached out to probe An Ze's forehead, but was startled by the scorching temperature on the back of his hand.
Touched by a cool finger on his forehead, the familiar temperature made An Ze suddenly open his eyes.
Looking at the man in front of him, for a moment, An Ze almost reflexively called out the word "brother", but his reason quickly returned to his mind. An Ze suppressed the strong emotions in his heart, expressionlessly. He looked at him and asked, "Is something wrong?"
An Luo reached out and gently touched An Ze's forehead. After confirming that the high temperature was abnormal, he stood up and said, "You have a fever, I'll go get you some antipyretics." Go to the study to find the medicine cabinet.
An Ze looked at his back in silence. His legs had just resumed the function of walking, and every step looked very difficult... A strong tingling sensation suddenly came from the bottom of his heart.
What if it was my brother
If he was still his own brother, the scene of gently testing the temperature on his forehead with his fingers, and turning around to get medicine for himself, even if he was dreaming, would make An Ze laugh out of joy.
But now, looking at this familiar face makes An Ze feel even more sad.
An Luo came back soon, holding the medicine box in his hand and a glass of water in the other hand. He has difficulty walking, because he has no extra hands to take a cane, he limps a little when he walks, but the expression on his face is very calm, the same as before, no matter how difficult he encounters, the expression on his face It's always been so peaceful and calm.
An Ze kept watching him walk slowly to the bedside, took out the medicine from the medicine box, peeled off two pieces and put them in the palm of his hand, then put the water glass to his lips, and said in a low voice, "Take some antipyretic medicine. ."
Still that nice, familiar and heart-warming voice, An Ze opened his mouth almost like a conditioned reflex and let him feed the medicine. Just like when he was a child, when he was sick, what he most hoped was that his brother would come to take care of him. Whenever his brother gave him water, Anze even hoped that the glass of water would never be finished.
After drinking the glass of water, the tablet was swallowed with warm water. An Ze finally recovered and looked at An Luo silently in front of him.
An Luo put the empty cup back on the head of the bed and whispered, "You have a fever, which is probably the cause of the wound infection. Where is the injury? Have you dealt with it?"
An Ze didn't answer, staring at An Luo's face silently.
An Luo had to help him up and said, "Let me see."
Afraid of involving the wound, An Luo deliberately relaxed his movements and gently unbuttoned his shirt.
The textured wheat-colored chest was exposed in front of him, and there were no scars on his body, but an old-looking necklace was on his chest. An Luo looked away, and made An Ze turn to the side again. Sure enough, he found that there was a place behind him. The medical hemostatic tape was put on, and the tape wrinkled under the friction, revealing a faint trace of the skin being sutured.
An Luo gently tore the tape, and the wound with three stitches looked extremely ferocious, and the surrounding skin was a little red. Obviously, the bullet had been taken out and the wound had been treated, but because An Ze didn't pay attention, the friction cause the wound to become inflamed.
In fact, this kind of wound is really not surprising to An Luo. In the past, he had suffered many injuries and had several stitches on his body, but now, for some unknown reason, looking at An Ze's injury, An Luo felt Feeling distressed for a while, more distressed than hurting yourself.
After carefully observing the wound, fortunately, it was not serious. It was just a mild inflammatory reaction on the surface skin, and there was no trace of pus flowing out. An Luo finally felt relieved.
I went back and took a cotton swab from the medicine cabinet, dipped it in iodine, and carefully disinfected the wound twice, then wiped it with alcohol, and then took the gauze and wrapped it carefully. level, but also because of the experience he had learned from dealing with various wounds for himself.
After finishing everything, An Luo pulled the collar of his shirt for Anzer, and said softly, "Okay, get a good night's sleep, the fever will soon subside."
An Ze didn't speak, but his gaze towards An Luo gradually became deeper.
"I'll go first." An Luo picked up the medicine box and got up to leave, but Anze suddenly grabbed his arm, An Luo's center of gravity was unstable, and he was directly pulled into his arms with a strong force!
The medicine box fell to the ground, all kinds of medicine bottles rolled all over the floor, and the sound of ding ding dong dong was incessant. He suddenly kissed his lips.
"Hmm..." His mind went blank for a moment, and An Luo's shock was no less than the time he was kissed forcibly. After being stunned for two seconds, An Luo began to resist with all his strength. Unexpectedly, An Ze simply turned over and pressed him directly onto the bed.
The jaws were forcibly pried open, and Anze's tongue slid into his mouth, plundering frantically.
"Um... Um..." An Luo pushed him away and said angrily, almost suffocated by the kiss, "An Ze, what are you doing?!"
An Ze stared at him and was silent for a long time before he said softly, "Brother, stop pretending."
"… "
"Is it because my confession scared you last time that you made up such an excuse to make me give up completely?"
"..." An Luo was completely stupid. He felt that An Ze must have a fever and burned his brain, otherwise how could he think of such a bizarre reason
An Ze continued to whisper: "How could you not be my brother? All your habits are exactly the same as his, even when disinfecting the wound, you are the same as him, surrounding the center of the wound, applying two coats from top to bottom. Iodine all over."
An Luo was stunned, and subconsciously explained: "The usual disinfection methods are like this..."
"No." An Ze interrupted him, "Chengping is not like this, nor are many doctors. You are the only one who uses your left hand to hold the cotton swab when disinfecting."
An Luo hurriedly explained: "That's because I used to hurt my right hand often, so I got used to disinfecting myself with my left hand..."
"Don't explain." An Luo interrupted him again, staring deeply into his eyes, "You can't fool me."
Being pressed against the bed and staring at each other so closely, discussing such a meaningless topic, made An Luo a little upset. An Ze's words had a strange contagious power, which almost misled An Luo's thinking.
An Luo quickly calmed himself down and said coldly: "Enough, Anze, you can check it out yourself. You should be able to find out the information about my An Luo, right? Do you want to? I'll take you to the UK and ask my friend to confirm it in person?"
An Ze's pupils shrank suddenly, and the fingers that grabbed An Luo couldn't help but tighten.
It was an almost desperate force, as if his brother would be gone forever if he let go.
Anze did check, and he had thoroughly investigated An Luo's bottom line. Intellectually, An Ze actually knew very well that the person in front of him was another An Luo, but just now, at the moment when An Luo was treating his wounds, An Ze seemed to be back in a trance, back to when his brother was still there. , he even had an illusion, as if his favorite brother had never left...
However, An Luo's words were like a basin of cold water poured over his head, making An Ze completely sober up.
An Luo said calmly: "Anze, be reasonable, I'm not your brother at all. After you have a fever, you are insane, so I can ignore what happened just now. However, this is not an example, please don't do it again..." Pause.
An Ze looked at him and said, "Don't want anything? Don't want to kiss you again?"
"..." An Luo's ears suddenly turned red, and he was suddenly attacked by this guy and kissed twice. This kind of thing made An Luo's self-esteem suffer a great blow, and he felt that he was inexperienced and unresponsive. .
An Ze suddenly smiled slightly, raised An Luo's chin gently with his index finger, looked into An Luo's eyes, and said in a low voice, "I have a question, I'm curious. If, you are really not my brother, why, Do you still care about me?"
"I..." An Luo was suddenly speechless, because he didn't even understand the question himself.
An Ze continued: "Since I'm not your brother, even if I die from a fever, it's none of your business, right?"
"..." I don't know why, I just want to care about him intuitively, and care about him for no reason. An Luo looked away and said calmly, "I used your brother's body to be reborn, and I feel a little guilty for you."
"Really?" An Ze narrowed his eyes slightly, "So, you are compensating me by doing this?"
"… "
"But, I don't need it." An Ze said word by word, "I don't need your sympathy."
"..." An Luo was speechless in embarrassment. Although there is distress, it is definitely not sympathy, but An Luo himself can't tell what this complicated feeling is.
"Since you're not my brother, please don't take his shadow and dangle in front of me." An Ze got closer, looked at An Luo's eyes very closely, and gently wiped with his thumb. Kuo An Luo was kissed to his rosy lips, and whispered, "Seeing my brother's face, sometimes, I will lose my mind and do things that I can't control... Do you understand?"
There was still the ambiguous warmth on his lips when he rubbed his thumb. Thinking of the kiss just now, An Luo's back stiffened and he pushed him away.
After finishing the messy clothes, An Luo turned away with a stiff face. When he came to the door, he turned around and said coldly, "Don't worry, I will disappear from your presence in a short time."
The door was slammed shut, and he was clearly angry.
Looking at the closed door, Anze frowned slightly.
There is a question An Ze has been unable to understand. If he is not his brother, but another person who occupies his brother's body, logically speaking, he should hate him very much, or even hate him. However, when facing him, I couldn't hate it at all...
Is it because he looks too much like his brother
An Ze reached out and touched the wound on his shoulder. In fact, he is a very attentive person, and his actions in handling wounds are also very gentle. The wounds that were originally painful, after being carefully disinfected by him, feel very refreshing and comfortable.
This An Luo and his brother have too much in common, but also too many differences. In the past, my brother would never care about himself like this, let alone deal with his wounds himself. Such warm things were only enjoyed in childhood.
How should I treat this An Luo who occupies my brother's body