Rebirth of Brotherly Love

嗯 "Hmm ..." Anlow paused. "Do you have anything to stay for a few more days?"

Wu Anyang shook her head: "No, I just plan to stay for a while, and go to the place where he once said."

——The "he" that Anyang calls is naturally Su Zihang.

Suan Luo's nose suddenly felt a little sour.

Wu Anyang can mention Su Zihang without any hesitation in front of himself, but he can only pretend to be a listener if nothing happens. An Yang will never know that the person who listened silently has actually liked him for many years.

Along the way, An Luo didn't speak again.

The car finally arrived at the airport at three o'clock, and the time was not enough. The two checked in and entered the station without stopping at the airport. When they arrived on the plane, the seats were connected.

The two packed their luggage, sat down, fastened their seat belts, and turned off their phones as required. After the old security video was played, the plane finally slipped out of the waterway and took off.

Seeing An Luo's frowning mental exhaustion, An An softly said, "Sleep if you are sleepy." He also thoughtfully helped him adjust the seat to a comfortable angle.

An Anlu looked back at Anyang and said, "Then ... I'll sleep for a while."

Wu Anyang smiled slightly. "Well, sleep, I will call you again if something happens."

An Anluo was too sleepy, and soon fell into a deep sleep, before she unknowingly tilted her head to one side and leaned gently on An Yang's shoulder. An Yang did not push him away, but adjusted his posture to make him lean more comfortably.

When I was bored, I took out the magazine on the back of the chair and flipped through it. Just two pages later, the plane suddenly began to shake violently. The oxygen bags used for emergency rescue all fell off. At the same time, a broadcast sounded: "Dear passengers ..."

The rest of the broadcast was drowned by the screams of exhausted passengers.

An Yang turned his eyes and looked out the window. The plane was already at high altitude. The wing on the left suddenly ignited a blazing fire. Apparently, an accident occurred. Perhaps the plane would explode in less than a minute. The probability of escape ... Approximately zero.

In the cabin of the cricket, screams, cries, and various voices of men, women, and children were mixed together, making the eardrums painful.

Want to wake up An Luo?

Wu Anyang hesitated for a moment, but finally dispelled the idea.

If you really want to die here, let him die in a deep sleep, without experiencing too much struggle, it may be a good thing.

安 Compared to the hysteria of those around him, An Yang is very calm, and he even feels very relaxed in his heart. Because he had nothing to nostalgic, the only person who nodded was already lying under the cold tombstone.

An Yang closed her eyes gently, waiting for the advent of death. There were many pictures flashing in her mind. The most were the scenes that were born and died with Su Zihang that year. The gorgeous ball that first met him. The starry sky in the night that kissed him once ... Those clear memories still live like yesterday.

Everything about Zihang does not need to be carefully recalled at all, because he ... has never forgotten it.

At this moment, a young woman in the aisle suddenly rushed madly. Her high heels stepped on An Luo's feet in a panic. An Luo, who was asleep, was stepped on like this, her frown woke up.

There was a sound of wailing all around, An Luo snorted for a few seconds, and suddenly he responded, hurriedly pulled up An Yang's hand and said, "Brother! Come on!"

Wu Anyang calmly held his hand, "Where can you go?"

Looking at the flames near her, An Luo's eyes became hot, choking and said, "Brother ..."