In the afternoon, An Yudong came to the hospital after hearing the news. An Luo was infected because of a wound on his body. The intensive care unit where he was in was a completely isolated sterile area, and family members were not allowed to visit. Fortunately, Zhou Chengping was an acquaintance of the Anjia family. After the long explanation, let An Yudong put on a layer of sterile clothing and walk into the ward.
An Luo opened his eyes and watched the strange man walk to his bed.
He looks like he is in his fifties, but he is still very graceful, with straight facial features and a tall and straight body. He must have been a very handsome man when he was young, but at this moment, his face already has traces left by the years.
His eyes were gentle and loving, and he looked at An Luo with a smile. After looking at it for a long time, he said, "Listen to Chengping, you lost your memory and don't remember the past?"
In fact, strictly speaking, An Luo feels that he is not amnesia. He still remembers things about his previous life very clearly, but he really doesn't know anything about the current An Luo, so he can only use the word "amnesia" to explain.
An Luo asked in a low voice, "Are you my father?"
Because of his serious illness, his voice sounded hoarse.
An Yudong smiled and said, "Did you guess?"
An Luo nodded, "Based on your age, you won't be my grandfather, it should be my father."
An Yudong was stunned for a while, and then said helplessly, "Can't you say something like 'looks very kind' to comfort your father? It's actually inferred by age, and you really don't remember it at all?"
An Luo said: "I really don't remember."
An Yu Dong sighed lightly and said with a smile, "Although I have lost my memory, my temper is the same as before, like a hard rock."
An Luo glanced at him and did not answer.
An Yudong was silent for a moment before he said, "Xiao Luo, about the memory loss... you don't have to have too much psychological burden. It's good that you can live. Later... Maybe you will remember it slowly."
"Well." An Luo nodded.
An Yudong smiled and said, "Your current physical condition is not stable. The fracture repair surgery is scheduled for the afternoon of the day after tomorrow. Don't worry, Dad has found the best orthopaedic doctor for you."
"Um."
"Your brother and the others will not be able to come back for the time being. They will come to see you when you feel better. Chengping will take good care of you in the hospital. If you have anything, just go to him directly."
"Um."
"Then I'll go back first, there are still a lot of things to deal with at home."
"it is good."
Looking at An Yudong's back as he turned to leave, An Luo's mood suddenly became a little complicated.
Such a mild-tempered father... something he once longed for and out of reach.
The father of the previous life, as the head of an underworld family, was extremely strict and cruel. He was fostered in his grandmother's house when he was a child, and he had a very vague impression of his father. When he was brought back to Anjia, he had already grown up. The man called his father was very strange to him. Brother An Yang is regarded as the closest relative.
Unexpectedly, after the rebirth, this father's temper is so gentle and kind, which can be regarded as fulfilling his small wish.
Thinking of the loving eyes his elderly father looked at him, An Luo lay in bed for a long time.
In the past, he had been living in a dark world. How many years had he not seen such warm eyes
This An Luo is at least happier than the dead An Luo.
Perhaps, putting aside the past and starting over is not a bad thing for me.
***
An Luo was transferred from the intensive care unit to the VIP ward a week later. During this week, An Yudong visited him three times, before the operation, after the operation, and on the day he was transferred to the ward, but the other family members never showed up.
According to Zhou Chengping, Mr. An suffered a heart attack the moment he heard that he lost his memory. He has been controlling his condition in the hospital for the past few days, while the other three younger brothers are busy with their own affairs. An Yan is in Paris. Participating in the fashion week, An Mo was preparing for an art exhibition in New York, An Ze was on a mission, and the three of them could not come back to visit the doctor.
An Luo didn't care.
Those younger brothers were completely strangers to him, An Yan An Mo An Ze, he couldn't even tell their names. The few of them didn't come to see him, but he was happy and relaxed, at least he didn't have to deal with such boring and childish questions as "do you really forget?" "I'm your brother" and "we grew up together" all day long.
In the past few days, Zhou Chengping has been bombarding him with this kind of problem, and he doesn't want to be bombarded three times by his three younger brothers.
However, it backfired.
Just when An Luo thought he could spend a few more days of leisure, this afternoon, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open—
The man who walked into the ward was wearing a well-cut white suit, and his burgundy shirt was three buttons arrogantly unbuttoned, revealing a large area of honey-colored skin on his chest. The hair was dyed a natural maroon color, looking very dashing and stylish, and the silver necklace around the neck dazzled and dazzled.
A pair of sunglasses covered most of his face, and under the bridge of his tall nose, his beautiful lips were slightly curved upwards, showing a wicked smile that was uninhibited.
This dress is like a Uranus superstar interviewed by the media, and can even go directly to the red carpet of the awards ceremony. It's an exaggeration to even wear sunglasses when I come to visit. What's more exaggerated is that he not only wears sunglasses, but also holds a bunch of white roses in his hand.
An Luo secretly prayed in his heart: I hope he walked into the wrong room, and he must not be some strange "younger brother".
"Brother." The other party's voice contained a warm smile.
The word brother completely broke An Luo's expectation of "he walked into the wrong room".
An Luo felt his temples start throbbing.
The other party walked over to the bed, and a bouquet of roses was also handed to An Luo. The roses were obviously just bought, and the petals were still dripping with crystal water droplets. The man raised his lips slightly, smiled and said, "I heard that my brother lost his memory, why don't you guess which brother I am? Do you think... I look like the second brother, the third brother, or the fourth brother?"
"..." An Luo frowned.
"Guess, I guess I have a gift for you."
"Take the flowers." An Luo lowered his face.
"This is specially bought for you. The white roses don't look too dazzling, and the smell is very fragrant. Putting them in the ward to adjust the mood will help my brother recover soon."
A bouquet of roses was simply said by him to be a miraculous cure.
An Luo glanced at the rose in his arms, frowned even more, and whispered, "Take it, I'm allergic to pollen."
"I never heard that you are allergic to pollen before." The younger brother didn't take the flowers obediently. Instead, he ignored An Luo's words, put the flowers on the bedside table, and put on a nice look.
"..." An Luo turned his head stiffly.
The younger brother turned and sat back by An Luo's bed again, took off the sunglasses that covered his face, and leaned over to look seriously at An Luo's eyes. After looking at each other for a while, he opened his mouth and said, "Is it really amnesia?"
A face was enlarged in front of him at close range, and An Luo realized that this younger brother was very beautiful. His eyes are light in color, his clear pupils are like fine crystals, and he has a mesmerizing aura when he smiles.
This kind of bad and handsome man should be very popular, but An Luo only has a headache for this arrogant guy, and he has long been immune to his bad smile. He glanced at him calmly and said: "Excuse me, which brother of mine are you? What's your name? How old are you this year?"
"..." After asking the three questions, his brother's smile slowly solidified on his lips.
An Luo raised his eyebrows displeasedly, "Take the flowers, I'm allergic to pollen." After a while, "I don't want to say it a third time."
The younger brother was stunned for a while, then showed a hurt expression, his voice sounded pitiful and a little aggrieved: "Brother, I am your second younger brother, An Yan."
An Luo nodded: "Well, I see, I will recognize you next time we meet, An Yan." After a while, "Which word is it?"
"..." An Yan was completely hit, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Shan Shiyan."
"Oh."
An Yan paused and asked again, "By the way, I heard Chengping say that your leg... is broken?"
An Luo looked down at his legs wrapped in plaster, and said, "It's a broken bone. Only when the plaster is removed can I know if I can walk."
An Yan stretched out his hand with a distressed look on his face, wanting to touch An Luo's leg as a sign of comfort, but was swept away by An Luo's cold gaze, and hurriedly moved his fingers and moved his direction to touch the hard plaster.
"Does it still hurt?" An Yan asked softly.
"No feeling is more terrifying than pain," An Luo said.
"… "
My brother was always so cold and calm, and every time he wanted to care about him from childhood to adulthood, he was blocked by a word from him. An Yan felt a little wronged, and stared blankly at the cast on his leg with his head down.
After an unknown amount of time, An Luo suddenly asked, "Are you going to stare out a hole in my plaster?"
"..." An Yan raised his head and looked at him innocently, with an expression like a little animal being bullied.
An Luo looked at his pitiful eyes, his scalp tingled for a while, he quickly looked away, and said lightly, "If you have nothing to do, go back first."
An Yan said aggrievedly: "I finally found time to see you."
An Luo looked at the ceiling expressionlessly.
An Yan was not convinced, and said cheekily: "Brother, it's been a long time, let's talk about the old..."
An Luo simply closed his eyes and ignored him.
After a while, An Yan seemed to be bored, finally got up and left, taking the bunch of roses on the bedside table by the way.
When he walked to the door, he suddenly whispered, "Sorry, I won't send roses next time. I didn't know you were allergic to pollen."
His voice was no longer as smug as before, but was strangely lowered. There seemed to be an inexplicable emotion in the deep voice, like a transparent drop of water sliding gently on the glass window, leaving no trace.
An Luo raised his head suspiciously, but only saw his tall and straight back when he left.