Rebirth of Brotherly Love

In the middle of the night, An Luo woke up because of impatience, fumbled to turn on the lamp at the bedside, and saw An Ze sleeping on the sofa not far away.

Although the sofa in the ward can be unfolded to be used as a bed, for Anzai, who is one and a half meters tall, such a small bed simply cannot accommodate his body. He lay on the sofa like a shrimp, because he was sleeping. The posture was uncomfortable and frowned slightly.

Compared with the seriousness and indifference in military uniforms in this day, this unpleasant look has a little more vividness that belongs to the big boy. Obviously he could go home to sleep comfortably, but he had to stay in the hospital to sleep on the sofa, because he didn't worry about his brother and insisted on staying with the night's Anzai.

Unable to wake up his sleeping brother, An Luo sat up on the edge of the bed and wanted to go to the bathroom by himself in a wheelchair. Unexpectedly, even though he deliberately let go of his movements, he still awakened Andaz, who had a light sleep.

An Ze opened his eyes and saw An Luo frowning and supporting his body slowly moving to the wheelchair. He quickly opened the blanket and walked quickly to the bed, and whispered, "What does my brother want? I'll get it for you . "

An Luo said for a moment, embarrassingly, "I want to go to the bathroom."

An Ze nodded. "Why don't you wake me?" His voice seemed to be reproachful, saying, then he leaned down and gently lifted An Luo from the bed. "I'll take you."

An Luo was taken to the bathroom to finish the toilet, and then An Ze was taken back to bed. Just wanting to ask for a glass of water, Anze turned and poured a glass of water before he spoke, handed it to An Luo's lips, and whispered, "Drink a glass of water."

"..." An Luo spoke for a long while.

The former Anluo, whether drunk and vomiting drunkenly, or seriously ill and unconscious, will not be accompanied by anyone. He was used to waking up alone in the middle of the night, dragging his tired body to pour water from a glass, never thinking that one day, someone would be by his side, and offered him a glass of water when he was thirsty. .

At this moment, the glass full of water stopped steadily in front of him, and the hand holding the glass was slender and strong, and An Ze's deep eyes were full of concern-An Luo suddenly felt an indescribable strange feeling in his heart. .

An Luo took the glass from his hand and said quietly, "Thank you."

Watching his brother look down and drinking water, An Ze's lips slightly raised a smile-brother, being able to take care of you is a lucky thing for me, and you don't need to thank you.

What Anze wants is never your thanks.

***

The next morning, when An Luo woke up, An Ze was no longer on the sofa. Looking at the brick-like blanket on the sofa, An Luo couldn't help smiling. This younger brother's style is really rigorous. Even if he sleeps all night on the sofa casually, he must pack the beds neatly.

An Luo himself was in a wheelchair and went to the bathroom. He then called the nurse after ringing the bell. Soon, Song Yuan came in, holding a cake box in his hand, with a bright smile on his face, "I woke up so early! Come and have breakfast, Anze told me to buy before leaving, I heard you Like to eat this. "

Song Yuan opened the box on the table, and An Luo looked down, and he was his favorite matcha cake.

An Luo rarely eats sweets. The favorite in dessert is matcha cake. Because the taste of matcha cake is not as rich as chocolate and cream, it has a refreshing fragrance. An Luo likes this taste.

But why did Anze know? He remembered that he had never told him about it.

Anluo was puzzled and couldn't help asking: "Song and Yuan, have you known Anza for a long time, right?" He remembers that Anze's conversation with Song and Yuan seemed to be an old friend.

Song Yuan nodded and said, "Yes, I am a high school classmate with him." After a pause, he joked, "Actually, I am still your fan."

An Luo looked up at her. "What do you mean?"

Song Yuan said earnestly: "When in high school, you were the president of our school. You are handsome, your grades are good, you always get full marks, and many people in our school worship you, including Anze."

An Luo was surprised: "Is Anze admiring his brother too?"

Song Yuan seemed to think of something fun, and said with a smile, "Yeah, Anze has always admired you. When I was in high school, the teacher arranged a composition question for everyone to write about the most admired people. Most of us wrote All are celebrities like Einstein, and some people write about their parents and teachers, except that Anze wrote his brother. "

"..." This stupid was not afraid of being laughed at, and An Luo hardly knew what to say.

Song Yuan said with a smile: "An Ze's composition is very touching. He was read as a fan by the teacher. At the time, An Ze was still blushing."

"Is that right?" Anze was only 14 years old when he was a freshman. The 14-year-old Xiao Anze must have looked blushing, right? Unfortunately, I didn't have a chance to see it.

When Song Yuan talked about these past events, I don't know why, An Luo's heart was a bit lost.

Perhaps it is because An Luo, who is sitting in a wheelchair at this moment, is not the admirable An Luo in Song Yuan's mouth, nor is he the brother he admired. The warm-sounding pictures are just a story that belongs to the dead An Luo. What he enjoys now is the care and love that belongs to An Ze, just because he still bears his brother's identity.

An Luo is hard to imagine, if An Ze knows that the brother he admires is dead, and An Luo in front of him is just a stranger ... How would he feel?

***

In the evening, Anze brought another blue fruit to the hospital. Anluo was sitting in a wheelchair and watching TV. He saw Anze walked into the room, took off his military uniform, with a smile on his face, and changed even more in the evening sun. Looks handsome and charming.

"Brother, this is the lychee you bought when you passed by the supermarket just now. Come and taste it." Anze put the lychee on the plate and put it in front of An Luo, picked out the largest one, peeled it and handed it to An Luo's lips. side.

An Luo glanced at him and took the litchi from him and ate it. The two peeled the lychees face to face. After a while, they saw that An Ze was very clumsy in peeling the lychees. An Luo couldn't help but said, "Don't peel it like this, your hands are full of water. There is a line in the middle of the lychees. Did you see it? ? "

Anze wondered, "Where?"

An Luo took his hand and gave him a demonstration. "Here, you hold the litchi and squeeze it gently, and it will split automatically."

Looking at the picture that his brother lowered his head and explained to himself seriously, An Ze suddenly remembered the scene where he was taught to take chopsticks when he was a kid, and he held his hand gently. The familiar cool temperature of the spleen was felt on the back of the hand. . The feeling of holding his hand was so comfortable that Anze never wanted to let go.

An Luo had no expression on his face, but this expressionless face had a fatal appeal to An Ze ... A little in his heart, he couldn't help but want to lean over and kiss him severely ... But he suddenly looked up Q: "Are you going?"

There was no trace of distraction in his eyes, it was pure brotherhood.

Anze hurriedly suppressed the chaotic heart apes, and whispered, "Yes."

Afraid that if she continued to do so, she would be unable to restrain her intense emotions from doing excessive things. His trouser legs.

An Luo's legs are straight and long, but the legs wrapped in the hospital clothes for a long time look a little pale, and the skin looks dry due to poor blood flow.

An Luo asked puzzledly, "What do you do?"

An Ze gently squeezed An Luo's calf and asked, "Is your brother aware of the leg?"

An Luo shook his head. "Not yet."

Moving his fingers up again, until he was above his knees, An Luo said, "I feel here."

An Ze nodded. "I'll give you a massage. The doctor said that it will help to recover." After that, he took the towel, soaked it in hot water, wrung it out, and gently applied the hot towel to An Luo's On the calf, slowly massage with your hands.

"..." Seeing that he gently wiped his calf with a hot towel, and then pressed gently with his fingers, his movements were very cautious, and suddenly An Luo didn't know what to say.

An Ze is indeed a very good younger brother. Unfortunately, this younger brother belongs only to An Luo, and does not really belong to him.

I didn't know how long it had taken, both legs were carefully massaged by him. Although he hadn't felt on the legs yet, An Luo felt that the whole body was much more comfortable after being massaged by him.