Rebirth of Brotherly Love

Wu Anze did not answer.

Luan Luo frowned: "Say something straight."

Wu Anze was silent for a long time before whispering, "Brother, I want to know ... when did you learn to use a gun?"

Su An's back suddenly froze.

Until this moment, he remembered that he had just shot through the bulletproof glass during his escape, and shot two tires in succession at a high speed. If he had n’t gone through professional training, No one can do precise marksmanship.

Jun Anluo's complexion gradually turned pale.

Wu Anze's eyes also cooled slightly. "I remember, from young to old, you have been protected by bodyguards around you, and your father has never let you touch a gun."

"..."

"Why is your marksmanship so accurate? You even fired so calmly when you tracked and shot two tires of the car continuously?" A slight pause, Anze's tone also became temperatureless, "I I have received professional shooting training in the army, but in the situation just now, I could n’t do it as accurately as you. How can you do it if you have never got a gun? "

"..."

"Is it difficult to answer?" Anzai looked at Anluo blankly.

Such cold and sharp eyes made An Luo suddenly feel a chill in his heart.

Since his rebirth, most of An Ze's eyes have been warm, and occasionally gentle, with the care and distress of his brother. But at this moment, such sharp eyes ... maybe that is the nature of Major Anze.

In fact, all tenderness is an illusion, which should not belong to himself.

An Anluo ignored the fluctuations in his heart, faced his eyes, and said calmly, "This is not difficult to answer, but my answer, you will be difficult to accept."

告诉 "Tell me the truth." Anze looked stubborn.

"Okay, I was going to tell you." An Luo said quietly, "The reason why my marksmanship is so accurate is because I have more than ten years of experience with guns, like today This kind of escape scene, I have encountered at least six times, one of which was that my leg was hit by the opponent ’s bullet, and the blood flow was not endless. Today, if it was not my leg that was inconvenient to be carried to the car, those killers , Maybe died under my gun. "

Wu Anze didn't speak, there was a suffocating silence in the room.

Anluo looked up at Anze. The expression on his face looked very calm. He slowly said, "Anze, I'm not your brother."

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Seeing that Anze didn't respond, Anluo continued to whisper: "Maybe it's hard to convince you, but the truth is that, I'm not your brother, but another Anluo from an air accident that happened 27 years ago. . "

"When I woke up, I found myself in the hospital ward and thought that I hadn't died in an air crash. Later I realized that this is not the time and space I was in. This was too bizarre, so I had to pretend that I had amnesia and temporarily thought Your brother's identity stays home. "

Ann Luo paused and said calmly, "I'm not your brother, do you understand?"

"..." Anze seemed to be completely dead there, wondering what to do.

The silence lasted for a long time, and Anze's eyes recovered the focus. He gently put his hand on An Luo's shoulder, looked at An Luo's eyes seriously, and said in a low voice, "Brother, are you under too much pressure, How could you say such strange things? "

Xi Anze was obviously still in his own world, completely ignoring An Luo's explanation.

"You are my brother, you are just amnesia, don't make a joke with me ..."

Looking at Anze who had lost his calmness and even a look of anxiety in front of him, Anluo felt uncomfortable. He knows that this incident has dealt a heavy blow to An Ze, but after all, the truth cannot be concealed forever, and one day it will be said.

An Luo gently blocked An Ze's hand, and let An Ze's eyes look straight at himself, saying calmly and clearly: "An Ze, what I said is true, I'm not your brother. "

"..."

"An Yang can testify for me, he has no reason to lie to you. If you don't believe it, you can check the list of those killed in the Vancouver plane crash 27 years ago, which contains An Luo's name. I am not amnesiac I don't remember you, but ... "

"Enough." Anze finally calmed down, and his confused eyes gradually became clear.

The eyes were dark and deep, like an endless abyss that could not see the bottom, he stared at An Luo's face with such complex eyes, and said in a low voice, "If you are not my brother, So ... what about him? "

With such heavy eyes, Lu Anluo felt chilling in his heart.

"Where is he?" Anze asked stubbornly.

An Anluo was silent for a moment before whispering, "Your brother he ... may have died."

或许 "Maybe?" Anze's lips suddenly sneered, "You look at me with his eyes and tell me with his lips, maybe he has passed away?"

"..."

"You mean, you are the soul of another person, but you live by his body?"

An Luo nodded hard under the stare of his cold eyes.

"Did you agree with him?" Anze suddenly sneered, "Since you said he was dead, then his body should die with him, and I would not allow anyone to spoil him!"

An Luo hadn't responded to the meaning of this remark, An Ze's hand suddenly choked his throat tightly!

"Uh……"

An Luo opened her eyes in surprise, the source of breathing was completely cut off, and a suffocating sensation gradually began to rise in her chest. Out of her instinct, An Luo grabbed his hand and began to struggle.

"Ann ... Anza ..." The neck was gripped tightly, and the sound in his throat sounded like a mourning beast. An Luo's eyes gradually became red because of suffocation, and even a layer of eyes rose up. Water vapor, "Let's ... let go ... Anze ..."

Anze looked at these familiar eyes stunned.

乌 These dark eyes are always cold and indifferent, but occasionally they show tenderness.

An Ze still remembers the time when he was sick when he was a kid, his brother kept by his bed, poured water for him, fed him to eat, and gently stretched out his hands to wipe his lips when he had eaten rice all over his face. Rice grains on the side.

He taught him how to hold chopsticks in his hands, he took him around the city to teach him how to recognize the way, he taught him to speak Chinese, taught him how to write every Chinese character, and whenever An Ze wrote the correct character, his eyes always Appreciation, and occasionally smiling, Anzai, you are the smartest child I have ever seen.

I never had a compliment to make little Anza so happy. When my brother said "you are very smart", the feeling of extreme joy was hard to forget until now.