Chapter 196:

The mother ’s instructions buried the thought of
being to get along with your brother
in Anze ’s heart. After knowing that his brother ’s mother has died, Anze even more firmly believed that he should let his brother more, not because of him. Bully him when mother is gone.
The time of returning home is set in winter and Christmas Eve.
When coming out of the airport, the sky happened to have heavy snow, and a large swath of snowflakes fluttered in the air like feathers. The falling snow caused the scenery outside the window to be covered with a hazy white mist, and soon there was a layer on the road. The thick snow, the silver-covered city is covered with snow, like a mysterious and beautiful white castle in a fairy tale.
Heavy snow caused heavy traffic. The car walked from the airport to the home for two full hours. Anza, who was curious, kept lying on the window and looked at the snow scene outside the window, so that my mother said, "Hello to my brother when I get home" "I teach you "Chinese to remember" and other words were all forgotten by Xiao Anze.
When I arrived home in the afternoon, the snow had already stopped, and the afternoon sun was shining on the white snow, and the reflected light was a bit harsh. When Anze, who was wrapped in a thick coat, got out of the car, he saw the scene of three boys playing in the snow—
Running around with gloves is naturally An Yan who he is familiar with. The other two brothers he does n’t know, one of them took a tree branch to paint on the snow, and the other sat there quietly with his eyes closed. sun.
Wu Anze shook his mother's clothes and asked, "Mom, which is the older brother?"
Zhou Bizhen smiled slightly, pointed to the boy sitting in the sun, "That is your big brother An Luo." Then he waved at Xiao An Luo, "Xiao Luo, come here."
When An An heard that he was called, he opened his eyes and looked over.
Alas-those very beautiful eyes, the dark black pupil is as clear and bright as washed by this winter snow. His skin was very white, and he was wearing a thick white coat, standing in the snow, and seemed to be able to blend into the surrounding snow scene.
Juan Anluo came to Zhou Bizhen and asked politely, "Aunt Zhen is back."
He glanced sideways at the little child behind Zhou Bizhen. Xiao Anze came down from the heated car. He suddenly became cold with red nose after exposure to cold air, and his dark black eyes were staring seriously. Looking at myself, his eyes were full of doubt and curiosity.
"Is this Anze?" Anluo glanced at the cute child and turned back to Zhou Bizhen.
Zhou Bizhen smiled and said, "Come, Az, say hello to your brother."
"Oh." Anze nodded, obediently came out from behind his mother, "brother."
An Luo reached out his hand. "Hello, Anza."
Compared to An Luo's calmness and calmness, Xiao Anze was very nervous. When he was in France, he greeted the grown-ups to kiss their faces, but now his brother has stretched out his hand ... What should I do? Would it be hated to kiss his face?
Wu Anze glanced at his thick gloves, and then looked at the white hand in the air, hesitated, and finally decided to remove the gloves, stretch out his hand, and gently grasped his brother's finger.
An Luo was probably sitting in the snow for too long, and his fingertips were a bit cold, but An Ze was wearing gloves because his fingers were very warm. Both hands were held together. Great body temperature.
My brother's hands are so cold, is it frozen? Anze couldn't help but want to hold him a bit longer to warm him up, and even wanted to give him his gloves to wear, but An Luo quickly pulled his hand back.
Tong Anze looked at him with a bit of loss, and said in less proficient Chinese: "Hello brother, my name is An Ze, and I would like to ask your brother to take care of me in the future."
He learned it secretly from his mother talking to people, stuttering in a word.
An Anluo seemed to think that his brother's greeting was strange and did not respond. Instead, he turned around and said, "An Yan, An Mo, stop playing, come and say hello to my brother and prepare to eat."
"Oh!" An Mo quickly stopped obediently.
She did not listen to his brother and said, "You eat first, I haven't finished it yet!" He was wearing thick leather gloves, holding a lot of snow and strange things there.
Anze asked puzzledly, "Brother, what is Anyan doing?"
"He is making a snowman," said An Luo.
"Snowman?" Anze was not good at Chinese. He didn't know what "Snowman" was. He looked at Anyan in disbelief and asked, "Is the snowman so ugly?"
"..." Anrow didn't answer.
An Yan was very unhappy when he heard it and yelled at An Ze: "You are so annoying An Ze! Who said that the snowman I made was ugly, and your eyes are faulty!" Then he pinched a snowball and threw it over An Ze .
An Ze was hit by a snowball, and a thick coat of snowflakes was smeared on the thick coat. He was not angry, nor did he quarrel with An Yan, but he was curious and looked at the dislike of An Yandui, and said seriously: " It's really ugly. "
An Yan was about to pinch the snowball to hit him again. An Luo stood in front of An Ze, reached out to pat the snowflakes on An Ze's clothes gently, and frowned at An Yan, saying, "An Yan, don't bully your brother. "
She Anyan poked her mouth and turned away.

In the evening, many guests came to the house. Zhou Bizhen and An Yudong were busy entertaining the guests, and the four children were rushed to the restaurant to open a separate table for dinner.
Xiao Anze, who is accustomed to knife and fork in France, is very uncomfortable with tableware such as "chopsticks". He always drops half of the dishes and falls to the table. An Yan said disgustingly, "So stupid!" Taking care of himself and eating seriously, as the eldest of several children, teaching his younger brother to use chopsticks naturally falls on An Luo's shoulders.
The younger brother who just returned from abroad did not understand anything, and was very curious. An Luo, the elder brother, showed more concern for him. Seeing that he struggled very hard with a green vegetable, An Luo finally could not bear it. Grab his hand and teach him personally: "Take your chopsticks and separate your fingers ... this way ... do you understand? Come, you try it."
"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, happily put it in his brother's bowl, and said, "I see, thank you brother."
An Anlu thought the younger brother was very cute and couldn't help but reach out and touch his head, saying, "Good, don't thank me."

At that time, An Yudong was still living in a neighborhood close to the city center. The four-bedroom, two-living room, a house of more than 100 square meters, lived with three children before. It didn't look crowded, but now Anze and his mother are back. Couples with four children will naturally not have enough bedrooms.
After Biao sent away a group of guests, Zhou Bizhen packed his luggage in the bedroom, An Ze ran to take a shower, and An Yudong began to worry about the bedroom arrangement.
I wanted Anze and Anyan to sleep. After all, they are close brothers. They are more familiar. However, Anyan doesn't seem to like his brother. He ran into the bedroom to lock the door very early. Reluctantly, An Yudong had to discuss with his eldest son, An Luo: "Xiao Luo, let your brother sleep in your room tonight, OK?"
An Luo frowned slightly, apparently unhappy.
An Yudong continued to coax him: "I know you hate being close to people, but the bedroom at home is not enough, and Anze is seven years old. It's not good for him to squeeze a bed with his parents ... for this week, let him Sleep with you, our new home will be renovated next week, and you can choose the bedroom at that time, will you? "
An Anluo was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay."
安 The little Anze who came out of the bath was taken by his father to the door of his brother Anluo's bedroom. "Anze, sleep here with your brother tonight. You have to do your homework at night. Don't be naughty and make your brother angry."
Wu Anze nodded sensibly, "Oh, I see."
When he opened the door and went into the bedroom, An Luo was sitting at the writing desk and doing his homework. Under the warm yellow lamp, his skin looked very white, his long eyelashes dropped down, and a faint shadow was cast on the eyelids. , Thin lips squeezed tightly, revealing a trace of indifference that could not be approached.
Wu Anze has never seen such a beautiful boy. He suddenly felt that the naughty children with blond hair and blue eyes he knew in France were ugly compared to the brother in front of him.
Children always like to be close to beautiful people. Although Anze also wants to be close to his brother, Anluo keeps his face cold. Anze is embarrassed to bother him who is writing seriously, so he has to stand by and watch him silently. Silhouette looking down.
Uncle realized that the child was looking seriously, An Luo looked up and asked, "What are you looking at?"