Chapter 2:

An Anlu had a dream. In the dream, he returned to the summer of the 20-year-old again. He had just got a driver's license and drove out with his brother An Yang. A serious car accident happened on the highway.


An Luo—Be careful!


At the moment the car hit, Anyang's anxious voice sounded in his ear. Anluo felt a huge force rushing towards himself, and then, his body was held in his arms by his embrace.

The car was knocked out of the highway and turned down directly from the hillside. An Luo only felt that he was spinning around in front of him. He didn't feel any pain when his body was held in his arms, but he clearly heard that he was lying on his body. The muffled sound in Anyang's throat.

The car rolled a few laps and finally stopped on the flat ground below the hillside. An odor of acrid gasoline was smelled in his nose. Anluo hurriedly opened the door and pulled Anyang out of the car with all his strength.

The car behind him exploded, and the flames of the sky reflected An Yang's blood-stained face.

His head was torn, and blood continued to flow. An Luo reached out and wiped the blood on his face. The more he wiped, the more trembling he couldn't control his fingers, and his voice couldn't help but tremble slightly: "Brother You wake up ... "

She Anyang struggled to open her eyes, gently held An Luo's hand, smiled and said, "An Luo, you are fine ..."

An Anluo hugged him tightly, "I, I'm fine ... I'll call you an ambulance ... don't worry ... brother ... you'll be fine ..."

He heard his voice choke with an inconceivable gulp. Every time a syllable was made, his lungs seemed to be squeezed with both hands, and his chest would produce a choking and dull pain.

刺 The ear-piercing sound of the ambulance sounded in his ear, and An Luo suddenly awakened from his dream--

The cold sweat exuding from the back made the pajamas tightly adhered to the body, and the neck seemed to be struck by people. It was difficult to breathe. An Luo loosened the loose collar, took a few deep breaths to calm the intense heartbeat, and frowned to open the bed Looking up at the lamp, the window was dark, and the hour hand on the wall was pointing at three in the morning.

I was another nightmare.

I was nothing but an ordinary nightmare.

Such a plot has been staged countless times in the dream, like an old movie that is repeatedly played back and forth in front of his eyes. He even remembers every detail in it, even the cold temperature when the tears fell from his cheeks. .

That year, he was only twenty years old.

At that moment, he shed tears for the first time since he was sensible.

On many subsequent nights, the phrase "An Luo, you are all right" when An Yang opened his eyes, always repeated in the dream ... every word is like the sharpest knife, Deep in his heart.

In the years that followed, when he faced tremendous pressure alone to rule out the consensus to recover the equity of Anjia, when he had the highest rights to stand at the top of the Anshi Group building, when he looked down at the bustling crowd and Your own projection on the floor-to-ceiling window ...

Whenever the hardest and most lonely time, he always remembers the scene of that year.

At the moment of the car accident, An Yang ignored the danger of his life and rushed over to protect him with his body. With blood on his face, he gently held his hand and said, "You're fine."

Every time I think of that picture, An Luo feels warm in his heart.

He knows that An Yang only regards him as a younger brother, and he also knows that in the mind of An Yang, Su Zihang's position will never be replaced by anyone.

Even if he was just a younger brother ... for him, it was enough.



An Anuo picked up a cigarette from the table, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and lit it silently.