An Yan came to visit again the next afternoon, and the thickness of this younger brother's face was simply breathtaking.
An Luo thought that his indifferent attitude towards him would make him a little more interesting. Unexpectedly, An Yan seemed to have completely forgotten what happened yesterday when his brother was blasted away. When he came to visit today, he still had a handsome smile on his lips. He was still wearing sunglasses, but this time, instead of a rose, he brought a large basket of fruits.
"Brother, do you feel better today?" An Yan asked with a smile.
An Luo said calmly, "It's the same as yesterday."
"Hmm." An Yan didn't mind when he was blocked directly, and still said with a smile, "I asked the doctor, and the doctor said that your surgery was successful, and the recovery process may be a little long, don't worry, it will always be better if you take it slow. of."
"..." An Luo did not respond to him.
An Yan turned around and took out an apple from the fruit basket and began to peel it earnestly. His knife skills were quite good. He quickly peeled the apple cleanly, and then handed the peeled apple to An Luo's lips diligently. On the side, with a flattering smile on his face: "Brother, do you want to eat apples?"
If there is a big tail growing behind him, at this moment, that tail must be swaying from side to side.
"..." An Luo imagined the scene, and his scalp couldn't help but feel numb. The Adam's apple moved slightly, wanting to say something to ease the complicated feelings in his heart, but, looking at An Yan's shining eyes, looking at his eyes full of anticipation, An Luo suddenly couldn't bear it.
Thinking of the hurt expression on his face when he asked him to take the flowers away yesterday, An Luo thought to himself, although this second brother is a little thicker-skinned, since he cut apples to please his elder brother, he should not treat him too much... too indifferent.
Although the younger brother in front of him is still very unfamiliar, after all, he is a relative who has been with him for many years, and he will continue to live in the Anjia in the future. The relationship between the brothers is too rigid and it is not good for him.
Enduring the discomfort in his heart, An Luo took the apple he handed with a stiff face, lowered his head and took a bite. He found that the apple was sweet and delicious, not as unpalatable as he imagined, so he stretched his brows and took a slow bite. Eat slowly.
Seeing his brother bite the apple silently with his head lowered, the smile on An Yan's lips couldn't help but expand.
The afternoon sunlight poured into the ward through the window, and just cast a faint light and shadow on An Luo's body. From this angle, you could see his dark hair and long eyelashes, his originally indifferent face, because He was slightly pale due to illness, but at this time, it seemed to have a distressing soft feeling when it was illuminated by the sun.
An Yan looked at him for a while, and said in a low voice, "Your amnesia is more gentle than before."
An Luo looked up at him, there was no emotion related to "tenderness" in his eyes, but he was very calm and indifferent.
- What are you pretending to be, hard-mouthed and soft-hearted brother. An Yan curled his lips in a good mood and said, "Brother, will you be bored if you stay in the ward all day?"
An Luo thought for a while, then nodded.
"Then let me take you out for a breath."
After An Yan finished speaking, he got up and left. After a while, another wheelchair was pushed and placed beside An Luo's bed.
An Luo had a plaster cast on his leg. Not to mention he couldn't stand, it was very difficult to even move. He was frowning and didn't know what to do, when An Yan suddenly leaned down and said, "I'll hug you."
"..." An Luo is very unaccustomed to physical contact with people, but at present he cannot climb onto a wheelchair with both hands by his own strength. He has been in the ward since he was reborn, and he really wants to go out and get some fresh air. Since his legs Can't move, can only let him hug.
An Luo nodded calmly and said, "Okay."
The expression on An Yan's face seemed to be somewhat surprised. With permission, he hurried to the side of the bed, put one hand around his brother's shoulder, the other hand passed under his hip, and with a slight force on his arms, he slapped him across the board. He picked him up on the bed and gently placed it on the wheelchair beside the bed.
His movements were very gentle, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in his arms, and he had been careful throughout the whole process, not even involving any wounds.
An Luo deliberately ignored the discomfort in his heart when he was gently picked up by him, and turned the wheelchair calmly to go out, but An Yan gently held his hand—
"Let me do it."
An Luo turned back and met his smiling eyes.
An Yan gave his brother a bright smile, then turned around and took a thin blanket from the bed and carefully covered it on An Luo's lap. Then he put on his sunglasses again and pushed the wheelchair out.
***
The weather outside is very good. It is the early summer season. The sun is very bright, and it gives people a comfortable warmth. An Luo, who has not been in the sun for a long time, finally breathes the fresh air, and his mood can not help but improve. many.
After coming out of the inpatient department, An Luo saw the brightly colored flower beds in the hospital.
There is a musical fountain not far away. Transparent water droplets spray out various beautiful shapes along with the rhythm of the music. There is a large green lawn next to the fountain, with a path more than one meter wide in the middle. Some patients are being supported by their family members. Take a leisurely walk on the trail.
The environment of this hospital is very good. The layout of the VIP ward is as luxurious as a hotel, and the surrounding greenery is impeccable. Since it has such a good hospital, it is obvious that the place where he will go after his rebirth must be a relatively developed city. .
An Luo looked around and determined that he had never been here before.
The city has a good climate and the air is very fresh. Looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, An Luo suddenly wanted to know what kind of identity and background this body has now, and what kind of appearance and character are the other two younger brothers who did not appear
Thinking of this, while feeling unfamiliar, I can't help but feel a little curious in my heart.
"Brother, let's go there for a walk." An Yan pointed to the lawn not far away, where the sun could be better. An Luo nodded, and he pushed the wheelchair to the lawn.
There are wooden benches beside the lawn for people to rest. An Yan parked his wheelchair beside the bench and sat on the bench himself. He turned around and smiled at his brother. Under the sunlight, his chestnut hair It seems to be plated with a dazzling layer of gold.
An Luo couldn't figure out what was funny about him. Looking at his smiling face, he was silent for a while, and then his eyes swept across his face, looking at the beautiful scenery in the distance.
Not far away, a group of people with cameras suddenly rushed towards this side. It seemed that they were reporters... An Luo was wondering if there was a medical accident in the hospital that alerted the media, when he saw An Yan's face changed, suddenly Stand up and stand in front of him.
The group of reporters really stopped in front of him.
"Mr. An Yan, I heard that you rejected the invitation of the Hentai crew to shoot the sequel and returned to China in a hurry. Is it because of a sudden serious accident at home?!"
"Mr. An Yan, did you come to the hospital as soon as you returned to China because your brother was injured? Is it true that your brother was kidnapped? Do you have anything to say about it?"
"Mr. An, your brother was kidnapped. Did the An family get revenge for making too many enemies in the business world?"
"Is the one in the wheelchair your brother An Luo?"
An Yan reached out and took off his sunglasses, and his eyes slowly swept across the reporters—
Although there was a faint smile on his face, his eyes instantly turned cold, and he whispered, word by word, "If you have any questions, please ask me alone at the press conference tomorrow. Now - don't disturb my brother's rest. ."
Everyone was startled by his sharp eyes, stunned for a while, and then asked: "Mr. An, please answer my question..." "Mr. An Yan..."
The reporters were still reluctant, rushing over to surround the two of them, the flash of the camera flashed non-stop, and the problems were one after another like a machine gun fire. This kind of pomp even made the surrounding passers-by stop curiously.
An Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.
If it were him, he would have no problem even if he pushed the reporters away regardless of his image, but now there is An Luo, and An Luo, who is in a wheelchair, has just had an operation on his legs. If he is injured again, the consequences will be unimaginable.
An Yan took a deep breath and was about to speak, when An Luo suddenly spoke from the wheelchair—
"You guessed right, I am his brother, An Luo."
Unexpectedly, the always indifferent An Jia's eldest son actually opened his mouth to speak in front of the media, and the reporters hurriedly scrambled to point the camera at him.
An Luo looked at the camera and said calmly: "I was indeed kidnapped. As for who kidnapped me, it's not just you, I'm also very curious." Wei Wei paused, "By the way, I'll tell you a more exciting story by the way. News - I lost my memory, I can't remember the past."
An Luo looked up at the shocked reporter, raised his eyebrows slightly, "You can go back and write the manuscript, I don't want to answer other questions, you don't have to ask again." After that, he turned his head and ignored him.
"..." I didn't expect that he would make such a violent statement as soon as he opened his mouth, and a group of reporters were stunned, unable to speak for a long time.
An Yan did not expect that An Luo would actually come forward, and when he came forward, he directly blocked the reporter's mouth with two words.
Seeing several reporters looking at each other, An Yan hurriedly said, "It's our private time, please don't disturb." After that, he turned around and pushed An Luo to quickly leave the crowd.
***
An Luo didn't speak again until the wheelchair was pushed back to the ward.
An Yan's mood was a little uneasy. His brother's face was still calm, and he didn't know if he was angry. Thinking of the scene of him being besieged by reporters in a wheelchair just now, An Yan felt heartbroken.
After a moment of silence, An Yan said softly, "Brother, are you angry?"
An Luo looked up at him, his eyes swept from his chestnut hair all the way to his spotless leather shoes. After examining it carefully, An Luo said, "I didn't expect that you are really a star."
An Yan was stunned for a while, remembering that he lost his memory, and hurriedly explained in a soft voice: "I am indeed famous in the entertainment industry. I came to the hospital to wear sunglasses because I was afraid of being recognized." After a pause, he lowered his head and clenched his fists. "It turned out to be discovered by the paparazzi, and those paparazzi are all-pervasive... I'm really sorry to bother you."
An Yan squatted down gently, held the handle of the wheelchair with his fingers, wrapped An Luo in his arms, looked up at him seriously, "I'm sorry, brother... I promise, this situation will never happen again. ."
Such movements and eyes made An Luo suddenly think of a large pet that was coquettishly admitting to his master.
If the person who looked up at him was a big dog in front of him, An Luo might reach out and touch its head, but unfortunately, in front of him was the pretentious poor An Yan, An Luo had to look away slightly embarrassedly, and said lightly : "I'm not angry, get up and talk."
An Yan immediately showed a handsome smile, stood up, leaned into his ear and asked, "Brother really isn't angry?"
An Luo nodded stiffly.
He has seen scenes like being besieged by reporters a lot before. Sometimes he thinks it's annoying for reporters to catch up on trivial matters, but sometimes they need to use reporters' exaggerated news dissemination methods to achieve their goals. .
An Luo turned his head to look out of the window, and said calmly: "My memory loss will be revealed sooner or later anyway. Rather than letting them guess, it is better to say it through the media now."
Speaking of this, An Luo's lips suddenly raised an arc that seemed to be smiling, "Those who kidnapped me and hoped that I would die... Maybe they will be happy to hear this news."