Rebirth of Brotherly Love

少 Xu Shaoqian took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to An Luo, "This is my contact information. If you want to continue to be a friend, you can contact me. It doesn't matter if you don't want it. After all, the word friend is optional to you."

He said, he stood up and raised an eyebrow at his sister. "Xiaowan, let's go."

婉 Xu Wan walked in front of An Luo, "An Luo ..." She seemed to want to say something, was looked coldly by Xu Shaoqian, and quickly turned to follow her brother.

Until their siblings came to the other table and sat down, An Luo's eyes fell on the two, and they did not move away.

I don't know why, An Luo always felt that there was something in Xu Shaoqian's words. He must know something, and his tone was not very friendly. According to Anze, Anluo, Xu Shaoqian and Zhou Chengping are friends who have known each other for many years. This time when Anluo had an accident, Zhou Chengping tried his best to rescue him. Anluo also often came to the ward to see a doctor after waking up. I never asked a question from beginning to end, and my attitude when I met today was quite cold.

Is there any holiday between An Luo and Xu Shaoqian before amnesia?

Juan Anluo bowed his head into deep thought, but he couldn't figure out why.

An Ze, who was sitting aside, saw An Luo frowning, and came over to whisper comfortably: "Brother don't mind, Xu Shaoqian always speaks harshly, not against you."

Juan An Luo said to God, "It's all right, I don't mind."

At this moment, warm applause burst into the hall, and An Guangyao walked into the hall surrounded by a group of people.

"Mr. An's birthday is happy!" "Mr. An's look is getting better and better!" "Grandpa's health!" "Happy birthday to Grandpa An!"

Along the way, relatives, friends, and guests from all walks of life stood up to congratulate Father An An on his happy birthday.

Luan Guangyao wore a very fitting Tang suit today, because the body has not recovered yet, he was also sitting in a wheelchair and was pushed away by An Yudong. Although 70 years old, he looks full of energy.

"Thank you very much!" I greeted the guests along the way, and An Guangyao finally parked the wheelchair at the table where An Luo was.

Tong Anze, An Yan, and An Mo all stood up and said respectfully, "Happy birthday, grandpa."

Suan An Guangyao nodded, "Sit all, you don't need to be polite."

An Luo wanted to turn over the wheelchair, but was blocked by An Guangyao, "Xiao Luo, your legs are inconvenient, you don't need to move." Then he turned back to An Yudong Road, "Push me to Xiao Luo, I want to follow My grandchildren are sitting together. "

"Yes, father." An Yudong pushed An Guangyao beside Anluo. An Guangyao looked at Anluo on the wheelchair and said with a distressed expression: "Xiaoluo, this time you are suffering."

Juan An Luo said quickly, "It's all right, grandpa."

An Guangyao gently patted the back of An Luo's hand. "Look, Grandpa is in the wheelchair with you today. In a few days, Grandpa is in good health, can stand up, and you can also stand up. Sun and Sun went for a walk and fishing again. "Then he clenched An Luo's hand and whispered," Don't worry, don't be sad, this time you've reached a trough and will only get better and better in the future. "

An Anluo knew the purpose of Grandpa's words. The originally healthy person suddenly turned into a semi-disabled person. When attending such a public occasion in a wheelchair, he will certainly feel uncomfortable. As the protagonist of today, An Guangyao himself is also in a wheelchair, so that he will be in a wheelchair. An Luo can reduce the psychological burden, and guests dare not laugh at him.

Sure enough, as the legend says, An Guangyao really distressed this long grandson most.

Although Anluo didn't mind sitting in a wheelchair, he couldn't help admiring the old man's embarrassment in resolving himself. An Guangyao deserves to be the parent of the family. One word can make the scene silent.

An Luo looked up and found that An Guangyao was still standing next to a woman. The woman was well-maintained. In line with today's Shouxing's Tang dress, she was wearing a vintage cyan cheongsam. An Luo thought her cousin, and she couldn't help but cast her doubts on An Ze.

Wu Anze leaned in his ear and said, "This is my mother. You have always called her Aunt Zhen."

Juan Anluo looked up at her and politely said, "Aunt Zhen."

Zhou Bizhen nodded, An Yan had been diligent to pick up the bag in her hand, "Mom, when did you come back without telling us?"

Zhou Bizhen said, "I just came back yesterday. I said you can pick me up?"

Luan Yan smiled and said, "Just take your task to Dad. I'll pick you up, but you will not be happy."

Zhou Bizhen said: "Others don't grow, but the effort of smoothing the tongue has been advancing by leaps and bounds."

Zhao Anyan said: "As an actor, I need professionalism. I am dedicated."

Zhou Bizhen gave him a white look, and turned to look at An Ze, "An Ze, go sit with your brother, I sit here."

Anze automatically substituted his brother into Anluo and turned to sit next to Anluo. Zhou Bizhen glanced at An Yan and was silent for a while, then sat down next to An Ze.

After Wu Shouxing arrived, all the tables began to serve. At the house, only An Anyao, An Yudong, and An An brothers were seated. An Luo sat between Grandpa and An Ze. Grandpa gave him a rib in a bowl, and An Ze gave him a chicken leg in the bowl. An Luo couldn't excuse him, but he lowered his head and filled a bowl of vegetables silently. Eat it.

Zhou Bizhen suddenly put a plate of shrimp in front of Anluo and smiled and said, "I remember Anluo liked to eat shrimp, eat more, healed in early illness, it is necessary to take good care of the body."

Juan Anluo said quickly, "Thank Aunt Zhen."

Everyone pinches each other, and occasionally talks about the recent situation. A meal is very peaceful. It seems that the family members are really close and blood is thicker than water. But Anluo felt a little weird. The occasional eye contact between his father and Aunt Zhen, An Mo always looked down, An An hippie smiley face had a deliberate appeal, and An Ze didn't say a word of silence.

A family who seems to be in harmony with each other in the eyes of An Luo feels false.

After the banquet, the guests began to slowly disperse, and the door on the third floor lobby was opened.

Luan's family was about to get up and leave. An Luo suddenly heard An Guangyao's voice: "Xiao Luo, go to the bathroom."

Wu Anluo looked up, but found that his grandfather's gaze was turning to the door, as if he had not spoken just now.

An Anluo was a little puzzled, but he said, "I'll go to the bathroom first."

Wu Anze turned back and said, "I'll take you."

"No need to."

An Luo turned the wheelchair toward the bathroom. Suddenly, a cold feeling like being watched by the hunter breeded on the spine, almost subconsciously. An Luo forcedly turned the wheelchair and lowered his head at the same time, only to hear a bang. The sound of the sound, a bullet flew over An Luo's ear, hitting the vase in the corner.

"Ah ..." A scream broke out at the scene, and immediately fell into a mess. The sound of the broken vase and the screams of people mixed together, making the ears hum.

"Brother!" There was a familiar voice in the crowd, with anxiety and even panic.

Seems to be An Ze's voice ...

An An Luo wanted to go back and tell him, don't worry, my brother is fine. But he suddenly found that he didn't have the strength to turn around, the scene in front of him gradually became blurred, and his consciousness began to dissipate.

Wrong, why the bullet didn't hit the shot, why?

失去 Before losing consciousness, An Luo suddenly came up with a word in his mind: anesthetic.

Perhaps, the other party didn't want his life.