Rebirth of Brotherly Love

It was a very handsome face, with a tall nose and thin lips, which added a mature man's **** charm to the whole face, except that this face was too cold, and even in a deep sleep, the face was like painted Tightened with a layer of glue.

Even if it was the morning sun, it couldn't add a warmth to his body.

The man's pale fingers clung tightly to the quilt, because the blood vessels on the back of his hands were exposed because of too much force, and his brows were slightly frowning, apparently being troubled by nightmares. His lips even bit his teeth Row of shallow tooth prints.

Suddenly a ringing alarm clock sounded, and Anlo woke up completely from his nightmare.

He looked up at the clock on the wall. It was seven in the morning, and this morning there was another important meeting in the company that he had to attend. An Luo rubbed his sore temple from the bed, walked to the bathroom in pajamas, washed his face with cold water, shook off the memories of nightmares in his mind, and finished washing at the fastest speed.

Wu Shun took the black shirt on the hanger and put it on. He fastened the buttons meticulously and put on a tie. The whole person looked completely new and completely turned into a business elite.

The man in the mirror looked young and handsome, full of energy, and no one would associate the lonely man who smoked alone at the window late at night with An Luo at this time.

An Anlu looked at himself in the glasses and sorted out his shirt collar before turning to the restaurant.

Wu Anyang was sitting in the restaurant reading a newspaper, and the man reading the newspaper with a smile while biting the bread gave a kind of home-like warmth. The sunlight happened to come in through the window and projected on him. The white color seemed to suddenly become dazzling under the rendering of light.

After so many years, I thought that my heart had stopped for a long time, but every time I saw him, my heart could not help but tighten, which has become an uncontrollable conditional reflex, a habit and an instinct.

An Anluo stood silent for a while, took his eyes away from him, took a deep breath, and then said, "Brother, early."

Wu Anyang looked up and smiled at An Luo, "Come over for breakfast."

An Luo walked down to the table and sat down. He took the bread he had prepared and dipped it in sauce. The bread was delicious and the milk had just been heated. An Yang was actually very careful. Gentleness, but his tenderness was as early as when Su Zi sailed away ...

I remembered the name Su Zihang, and Anluo felt a tingle in his heart, and quickly pressed all the messy thoughts in his head back to his heart.

The atmosphere was too embarrassing, An Luo looked for a topic and said, "Brother, what news are you watching?"

An Yang kept reading the newspaper in his hand. After listening to An Luo's question, he handed it over with a smile, pointing to the title of the newspaper and saying, "Shao Rong, together with his father, participated in a project on organ transplantation. Research, and speaking in person at the Medical Association in London, this child is very promising. "

Shao Rong said by Shao Yang is the nephew of the two. His father, Shao Changgeng, was a surgical genius. Influenced by his father, Shao Rong also embarked on the path of studying medicine, and is currently internship in the hospital where Shao Changgeng is located.

Wu Anluo looked down at the newspaper, and it turned out that Shao Rong was holding a microphone to give a speech. The crying little boy in his memory is now a handsome young man.

Time passed quickly, and in an instant, he and An Yang had been brothers for more than two decades.

Years did not seem to leave much trace on An Yang's body. Today, he still looks young and still has a warm smile on his face. As a golden bachelor, his suitors can line up a long street, however He never fell in love again. An Luo knew that his heart had long been with his lover Su Zihang, under the icy tombstone twenty years ago.

洛 After a long silence, An Luo whispered, "Zihang's sacrifice day ... Is it tomorrow?"

Tong Anyang said calmly, "Yes, I plan to book an air ticket this afternoon and go back to China to see him."

Juan Anluo said, "Let ’s go together. I just need to book a flight back home."

Wu Anyang looked up in doubt, "What are you going to do?"

Wu Anluo whispered: "The ancestral house in Anjia will be demolished in the near future, and some issues need to be addressed."

Wu Anyang nodded sternly. "Well then, let me book the ticket for you."