Chapter 149:

Zhi Anzhi quickly pushed Chen Yi away and said, "Xiao Luo woke up."

He said, he walked in front of An Luo, stretched out his arm and hugged An Luo, smiled and said, "Xiao Luo, come and say hello to Uncle Chen. Good, read to my mother, Chen, uncle, uncle, okay."

An Anzhi is teaching one-year-old Xiao Anluo to speak, teaching word by word.

Juan Anluo: "..."

"Good, read to your mother. Chen, uncle, uncle, okay."
Chapter66
Alas.
This youngest brother who has just returned from abroad has no understanding of domestic living conditions and is curious. An Luo, the eldest brother, has shown more concern for him. When eating, it was very difficult to see him. Fighting with a green vegetable, An Luo finally couldn't bear it, grabbed his hand and taught him personally: "Take your chopsticks and separate your fingers ... This way ... Do you understand?"

"Oh!" An Ze learned the action of his brother holding the chopsticks, and soon learned that he successfully picked up a green vegetable with chopsticks and happily put it in his brother's bowl. "I see, thank you brother!"

Juan Anluo thought the younger brother was very smart and cute, and couldn't help but reach out and touch his head. "Good, no thanks."

Because the bedroom was not enough that night, An Ze was arranged to squeeze a bed in his brother's bedroom.

When An An Luo was doing her homework in the bedroom, she suddenly noticed an inexplicable gaze beside her, couldn't help looking up, and asked, "Anze, what are you looking at?"

Wu Anze pointed to the book on the table. "The text written by my brother is very beautiful. Is it Chinese?"

Juan Anluo asked, "You don't know Chinese?"

Tong Anze pouted, "I can only say, I can't write."

Juan Anluo looked at his aggrieved expression and couldn't help but said, "Brother teaches you to write, will you?"

Wu Anze immediately nodded, "OK."

An An Luo picked up the pen and wanted to write on the paper, but found that the pen was almost out of ink. After a moment of silence, he looked back at An Ze and said, "Come, reach out."

Wu Anze obediently reached out his hand, and An Luo slowly wrote two words in his palm with his index finger.

"Ann ... Ze ... Your name is written like this, do you see clearly?"

Wu Anze shook his head and replied honestly, "No."

An Luo repeated one stroke at a time.

An Ze nodded and said, "See clearly." Then he pulled An Luo's hand, carefully wrote the two words An Ze in his palm, raised his head and asked happily, "Brother, am I right? ? "

Uh ...

At the age of 27, An Luo, who accidentally lost her memory but left only the memories of her previous life, the same day she met An Ze again, the grown-up An Ze wore a handsome military uniform and looked at her sharp eyes. It seems to be able to penetrate all obstacles and penetrate directly into the softest part of the heart.

He came to his ear and whispered, "Brother, you can come to know me again."