Rebirth of Brotherly Love

"Of course we asked Anze. After you had an accident, everyone in the house recorded confessions to the police." Susie paused. "But Anze said that he hadn't seen you that day."

"..." An Luo was silent.

"Obviously he's lying. As for why, if you can remember the past, these puzzles will be solved." Suzi took out a box of pills and handed them to An Luo, "This is in you In the car, chlorpromazines are commonly used to treat schizophrenia. "

Juan An Luo frowned slightly. "You mean schizophrenia?"

Suzi nodded. "You have gone to the psychological clinic for consultation many times before. The psychologist has confirmed that you have mild schizophrenia. You will always have the illusion that you are another Anlo. You also went to the psychological clinic. This bottle of medicine was just taken that day. The seal is intact and it has not been opened. "

"..." An Luo frowned at the bottle of drugs, the strange characters on it seemed familiar.

Is this Anluo really suffering from schizophrenia?

Is he actually him, and those previous memories are just hallucinations after schizophrenia?

怎么 How is this possible? An Yang and Su Zihang, how can those who are vivid in their memory just be hallucinations?

How could the unforgettable love of An Yang for more than ten years be such an illusion? !!

The period was full of blood type, killing and betrayal, but also had a warm and beautiful life. Although it was not perfect, it belonged to his Anluo, a unique life.

If that was just an illusion, wouldn't you become a non-existent illusion? Becoming an illusion in an illusion?

"Mr. Ann, maybe that psychiatrist will help your memory recovery. If you want, we can arrange for you to meet her ..."

Su Su's voice pulled back to An Luo's thoughts. An Luo interrupted her with a cold face. "I have a headache and want to rest first."

Su Susi was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, you take a good rest first. Our team leader is still in the hospital to talk to your family. When he comes back at night, you can talk in detail.

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After sending Susie away, Anluo lay back on the bed and wrapped himself tightly with a quilt.

To this day, he suddenly did not know his identity and origin.

I have always identified myself as Anluo 27 years ago, and was reborn in Anluo after the plane crash. But now, Anluo has been diagnosed with schizophrenia, and his appearance, hobbies, habits ... Even his character is exactly the same as this An Luo.

That means there is another possibility.

For example, An Luo was truly amnestic this time, and he really forgot the previous events, and the life he remembered was just an illusion produced during An Luo's schizophrenia.

Is that right?

Is mere illusion?

Why, then, is everything so unforgettable?

Childhood fostered in a grandmother ’s homeless childhood, the tormented days of being forced to learn to drink after returning to Anjia, and the lush years of side by side with Anyang, knowing the gorgeous ball of Su Zihang, Su Zihang ’s Dead, icy tombstones, An Yang's tears, and a smile that finally relieved him when he was killed on a plane ...

Every scene, every plot, is so clear and clear, how can we use the simple word "illusion" to erase all of it? How can a cruel diagnosis like "schizophrenia" be used to deny Anlo's decades of experience?

I ca n’t, I am An Luo twenty-seven years ago, I can never be an illusion ...

An An Luo held her fingers tightly and lay on the bed, only feeling chills all over her body.

"Brother ..." An Luo could not help but whispered, "Brother ..."

I never missed Anyang so much.

Although they ca n’t be together, although the relationship is intolerable, although the last two of them have no bones, at least, everything has really existed.

Whether it is Anluo, Anyang, or Su Zihang, they have actually lived once in this world, even if they eventually died without leaving a trace, but those sincere and warm feelings, those unforgettable pasts,

Chapter30

It's so hot ... all around are dazzling flames ... the body seems to be shaking violently ... the screams and shouts in the ears make people feel headache ...

"Brother, let's go!" An Luo's voice seemed extremely dry with tension. Anyang was very calm, holding his shaking hand lightly and saying, "Where can you go?"

"Brother ..." An Luo heard his voice choke with an unbelievable voice.

Wu Anyang turned back and smiled and said, "It's actually not bad that we die together like this."

A deafening explosion came from my ears ...

"Brother-" An Luo suddenly sat up from the bed, exuding a fine layer of cold sweat on his forehead. At the scene of the plane crash, An Yang's smiling eyes were as if they had just happened ...

An An Luo grabbed his shirt and took a deep breath, but he heard a low voice suddenly sound in his ear: "Are you awake?"

An An Luo looked up, facing the face of a young man.

The flying sword eyebrows show a cynical chic, deep eyes with a warm spring-like smile; familiar lips are slightly curved, calm and calm; and familiar white shirts, neat and clean, always like a new one same.

——Anyang? !!

An Luo stiffened to bed in shock.

How could it be him? How could it be him? Is this another dream? !!

"You seem to have a fever." His hand came over gently, and he tried to take the temperature against An Luo's forehead. Then, a good-looking brow wrinkled slightly. Then he turned around and poured a glass of water. A pill of different colors, "Come, take some antipyretics."

An Luo looked at him sternly, and let him hold up, let him pass the water to his lips, and feed the medicine down.

Until the cool water poured into his throat, An Luo was completely awake, clutching his hand tightly and saying, "Brother, aren't you dead? What the **** is going on here? Why are you here, brother ..."

The other person's face seemed a little surprised, and he pulled his hand back calmly, and smiled, saying, "You probably recognize the wrong person, we haven't seen it before."

"..." An Luo looked puzzled.