Rebirth of Brotherly Love

In the afternoon, An Yudong rushed to the hospital after hearing the news. The intensive care unit An Luo was in was a completely isolated aseptic area because of a wound infection on his body. His family members were not allowed to visit. Fortunately, Zhou Chengping was an acquaintance of An's family. After a long explanation, An Yudong was asked to put on a layer of sterile clothes and walked into the ward.

An Luo opened his eyes, watching the strange man walk to his bed.

He looks like he is in his 50s, but he is still very personable, with good facial features and a tall and straight figure. He must have been a very handsome man when he was young, but at this moment, his face has already had the marks left by the years.

His eyes were gentle and loving, and he looked at An Luo with a smile. After looking at him for a long time, he said, "I heard from Taiping that you have lost your memory, don't you remember the past?"

In fact, strictly speaking, An Luo doesn't think he has 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 it.

An Luo asked in a low voice, "Are you my father?"

Because of his serious illness, his voice sounded a little hoarse.

An Yudong smiled and said, "Did you guess?"

An Luo nodded, "Based on your age, you can't be my grandfather, you should be my father."

An Yudong was stunned for a moment, and said helplessly, "Can't you say a few words like 'it looks very kind' to comfort your father? How can you infer it based on your age, so you really don't remember anything?"

An Luo said, "I really don't remember."

An Yudong sighed lightly, and said with a smile: "Although I lost my memory, my temper is still the same as before, like a hard rock."

An Luo glanced at him, but didn't answer.

An Yudong was silent for a moment, and then said: "Xiao Luo, regarding the amnesia... don't have too much psychological burden, as long as you can live, in the future... maybe you will remember it slowly."

"Hmm." An Luo nodded.

An Yudong smiled and said, "Your current physical condition is not stable yet. The fracture repair operation is scheduled for the afternoon of the day after tomorrow. Don't worry, Dad has found the best orthopedic doctor for you."

"Ah."

"Your brother and the others won't come back for the time being. They will come to see you when you get better. Taiping will take good care of you in the hospital. If you need anything, just go to him."

"Ah."

"Then I'll go back first, there are still many things to deal with at home."

"it is good."

Looking at the back of An Yudong turning away, An Luo suddenly felt a little complicated.

Such a mild-tempered father... was something he had longed for and was unattainable.

The father in the previous life, as the patriarch of the underworld family, was extremely strict and cruel.He was fostered at 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 An's house, he had grown up. The man called his father was very strange to him. In his subconscious, it seemed that he only Brother An Yang is regarded as the closest relative.

Unexpectedly, after being reborn, this father's temper is so gentle and kind, which can be regarded as fulfilling his little wish.

Thinking of the loving eyes of his elderly father looking at him, An Luo lay on the bed in a daze for a long time.

In the past, he had been living in a dark world. How many years had it been since he had seen such a warm gaze?

This An Luo is at least happier than the dead An Luo.

Perhaps, it might not be a bad thing for me to put aside the past and start from scratch.

***

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 when he was transferred to the ward, but the other family members never showed up.

According to Zhou Chengping, Mr. An had a heart attack and collapsed the moment he heard that he lost his memory. He has been in the hospital for the past few days to control his condition, while the other three younger brothers are busy with their own affairs. An Yan is in Paris. Participating in Fashion Week, An Mo was preparing for an art exhibition in New York, and An Ze was on a mission, and the three of them couldn't get away to come back to visit the sick.

An Luo didn't care.

Those younger brothers were completely strangers to him, An Yan, Anmo, Anze, he couldn't even tell their names clearly.A few of them didn't come to see him, but he was happy and at ease, at least he didn't have to deal with boring and childish questions like "Really don't you remember?" "I'm your brother" "We grew up together".

In the past few days, Zhou Chengping had bombarded him with such questions until he had a headache. He didn't want to be bombarded three times by his three younger brothers again.

However, it is counterproductive.

Just when An Luo thought he could live 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-tailored white suit, and the wine red shirt had unbuttoned three buttons arrogantly, exposing a large piece of honey-colored skin on his chest.Her hair was dyed a natural chestnut color, and she looked very dashing and stylish, and the silver necklace around her neck was dazzling, dazzling.

A pair of sunglasses covered most of his face. Under the high bridge of the nose, the well-shaped lips were slightly curved upwards, revealing a naughty smile, flamboyant and uninhibited.

This outfit is almost like a Uranus superstar accepting media interviews, and can even walk directly on the red carpet of the awards ceremony.It's an exaggeration to come to visit and wear sunglasses.What's even more exaggerated is that he not only wears sunglasses, but also holds a bouquet of white roses in his hand.

An Luo prayed secretly in his heart: I hope he went to the wrong room, and he must not be some strange "brother".

"Brother." The other party's voice was soft and filled with a warm smile.

The word "brother" completely broke An Luo's expectation that "he went to the wrong room".

An Luo felt his temples start to throb.

The other party walked to the bedside, and handed a bouquet of roses to An Luo.The roses were obviously just bought, and there were still crystal drops of water flowing on the petals.The man slightly raised the corners of his lips and said with a smile: "I heard that my brother has lost his memory, why don't you come and 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 have a gift for you if you guess right."

"Take the flowers away." An Luo lowered his face.

"I bought this specially for you. The white roses don't look too dazzling, and they smell very fragrant. Put them in the ward to adjust your mood, which will help my brother recover soon."

A bouquet of roses was said by him to be a miraculous cure.

An Luo glanced at the rose in his arms, frowned even tighter, and whispered, "Take it away, I'm allergic to pollen."

"I never heard that you were allergic to pollen." The younger brother didn't take the flowers away obediently, but ignored An Luo's words, put the flowers on the bedside table, and put them in a nice pose.

"..." An Luo turned his head stiffly.

The younger brother turned around and sat back on An Luo's bed, took off the sunglasses that covered his face, and leaned over to look seriously into An Luo's eyes.After staring at each other for a while, he said, "Is it really amnesia?"

A face was magnified at close range in front of him like this, 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 charming temperament when he smiles on his face.

This kind of bad and handsome man should be very popular, but An Luo only feels a headache for this arrogant guy, and has long been immune to his nasty 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, the younger brother's smile slowly froze on his lips.

An Luo raised his eyebrows in displeasure, "Take the flowers away, I'm allergic to pollen." After a pause, "I don't want to say it a third time."

The younger brother froze for a moment, then showed a hurt expression, his voice sounded pitiful and a little bit wronged: "Brother, I am your second brother, An Yan."

An Luo nodded: "Well, I see, I will recognize you next time we meet, An Yan." After a pause, "Which yan word is it?"

"..." An Yan was completely shocked, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Shan Shiyan."

"Oh."

An Yan paused, then asked again: "By the way, I heard from Taiping that your leg...is broken?"

An Luo looked down at his legs wrapped in plaster, and said, "It's broken, you can only know if you can walk after removing the plaster."

An Yan stretched out his hand distressedly, wanting to touch An Luo's leg to express comfort, but An Luo's cold gaze swept him away, and he quickly moved his fingers, shifting the 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 is always so indifferent and calm, every time he wants to care about him since he was a child, he always blocks him with a word.An Yan felt a little wronged, and looked at the plaster cast on his leg with his head down.

After an unknown amount of time, An Luo suddenly asked, "Are you going to make a hole in my cast?"

"..." An Yan raised his head and looked at him innocently, his expression was like that of a bullied animal.

An Luo met 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: "It was hard for me to find time to see you."

An Luo looked at the ceiling expressionlessly.

An Yan was not convinced, and said cheekily: "Brother, long time no see, let's catch up..."

An Luo simply closed his eyes and ignored him.

After a while, An Yan seemed bored, and finally got up to leave, taking the bouquet 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 playful as before, but was strangely lowered.There seemed to be an indescribable emotion in the deep voice, like transparent drops of water sliding gently on the glass window, leaving no trace.

An Luo looked up suspiciously, but only saw his tall and straight back when he left.