Chapter 98:

"Brother ..." Anze looked at these eyes and screamed, "Brother ..."
This familiar pair of eyes has made An Zehun dream about for more than ten years, how many times he saw him smiling and staring at himself in his dreams, and how many times when he woke up, he felt sad because of his indifference. He is the gentlest person in the world and the cruelest person in the world. He once gave Anze the greatest warmth and hope, but when Anze indulged it, he cruelly took everything back.
But even so, every time An Ze met his eyes, he always couldn't control his heartbeat. He couldn't help but want to be close to him, talk to him, call his brother, and ask him. How are you recently ...
But at this time, these familiar eyes were losing the vitality of life. The long eyelashes were constantly trembling, like the wings of a dying butterfly. Even red tears flowed from the red eyes. The transparent liquid fell on An On the back of Ze's hand, the temperature was cold.
"let me go……"
The hoarse voice pleaded with entreaty, as if the beast on the verge of death was making a final call for help.
Su Anze's fingers suddenly began to shake violently.
Stinging his skin, his eyes, his voice, and even his breathing, are obviously the same body, everything is so familiar, but at this moment, Anluo in front of him is no longer his beloved brother.
His brother passed away not long ago, but he knows nothing about it ...
He didn't even have a way to give him a funeral ...
Even if he knew the truth at this moment and knew that his brother's body was occupied by someone else, he could hardly destroy the person in front of him, because he couldn't bear to hurt this body at all. Especially when she saw tears flowing from her familiar eyes, Anza's heart was even more sad than being choked by her throat.
Wu Anze finally released his finger and looked at the person in front of him silently.
"Cough ... cough ..."
Anzao felt a tingling in her heart as she watched An Luo who had regained the air desperately coughing against her chest.
If it is his brother in front of him, he will surely hold him tightly in his arms and say to him: Sorry, I never thought of hurting you, how can I be willing to hurt you, I'm just too impulsive ...
But now, the person in front of him is not his brother. Who can tell him, how should he face it?
In the quiet bedroom, there was only the sound of An Luo coughing.
I don't know how long it took, the coughing sound gradually lowered, An Luo finally adjusted his breathing, looked up at An Ze, and calmly said, "An Ze, accept the reality. Even if you kill me, he won't be able to come back. "
Wu Anze didn't speak, stood up silently, glanced deeply at Anluo in front of him, then turned away.
"Where are you going?"
Juan Anluo's question was not answered.
Wu Anze went out silently, leaving only a stiff back.

At this time, it was five in the morning. An Ze walked alone on an empty street. The yellow street lights on the side of the street stretched his shadow for a long time. He stepped on the road with leather shoes, and his footsteps sounded clearly in his ears. On the shore, in the silent night, the young man shrouded a layer of shocking coldness.
Wu Anze stuffed his hands in his pockets and felt the unique coolness of the night breeze blowing onward. He wanted to keep the brain awake by blowing the cold wind, but found that his mind was chaotic at this moment, and he couldn't find the clue.
There was a sudden pain in his shoulders, and Anze couldn't help frowning, holding the wound there with his hands.
In fact, in the villa just now, in order to protect An Luo, his back was shot by a bullet near the scapula. At that time, the situation was critical. An Ze did not tell An Luo about this. Later, An Yang's arm was injured. Ze Ben sat in the driver's seat with pain.
Anze was anxious to escape from the predicament. His attention was focused on driving. In addition, the position of the bullet seemed to avoid the blood vessels. The bleeding was not much. The black shirt was stained with blood. It was not too obvious. So Anluo and An Yang did not notice that An Ze was actually injured.
Of course, An Luo was more concerned about An Yang's injury at the time. He only cared for An Yang to dress the wound. He didn't care about how much pain An An was driving in the front row.
At the time, An Ze was still a little jealous. He always felt that he cared about An Yang several times more than himself.
After arriving at Anyang's house, Anze's wound hurt a lot, but Anluo's attention was on the furniture in the house. Anze didn't want to say, "Brother, I'm injured, can you help me bandage?" He had to go to the bathroom to deal with the wound himself, because the injury was not clearly visible behind him, and the bleeding did not seem to be much, and Anze ignored it.
This little injury is nothing to him at all, what makes him sad is only An Luo's attitude.
I wanted to have a good talk with An Luo, but I didn't expect to see him in the bedroom after I treated the wound, but was told such a ridiculous truth.
Before, Anze did have some doubts about Anluo. For example, Anluo's attitude towards him suddenly improved after amnesia. He would smile at him, he would not dislike his hug, and he would eat him patiently. The cooked meals were put in the past, and this kind of cozy get-together was beyond the imagination of An Ze.
But there are many places that he hasn't changed at all. For example, he likes to wrap the quilt when he sleeps. The dishes he likes are still the same. Although he hates desserts, he prefers matcha cakes.
Tong Anze thought that this was just amnesia. Amnesia caused his personality to become slightly milder. Anze also liked his gentle brother now. But he did not expect that he was not the same person as An Luo before.
可怕 This terrible fact is really hard to accept, but An Ze had to accept it.
Because not long ago, An Luo just used the superb marksmanship to save himself from danger in such a dangerous situation. At that moment, his unpreparedness, accurate judgment and calm shot were not what his previous brother could do. At that moment, he was completely another person, a very strange person to An Ze.
My beloved brother is actually dead ...
He's dead, forever, doesn't exist.
Anze walked blankly on the street at night, and his heart seemed empty as if he had been dug out suddenly. Anze didn't know where he wanted to go or where he should go, but he kept walking down the street and trying to make chaos. Calmed down.
The door in front of him was a little familiar. Anze stopped and looked up to see the sign of the city center hospital.
In the middle of the night, the emergency room of the hospital was still brightly lit. Several doctors and nurses were busy going back and forth. An Ze remembered that the bullet left on his shoulder had not been removed, so he entered the emergency ward of the hospital.
As soon as she entered the ward, she looked at a familiar look. Zhou Chengping, wearing a white coat, said in surprise: "Anze?"
Wu Anze nodded. "Are you on the night shift again today?"
The expressionless Anzai, with a strange expression of coolness all over his body, seemed to have just come out of the ice cave.
Zhou Chengping was startled, hurriedly came to him and looked at him carefully, "What's wrong with you? What's the matter of coming to the hospital so late?"
Wu Anze said, "I have suffered a minor injury, and you can help me deal with it."
"Okay, go to the treatment room." Zhou Chengping took An Ze to the treatment room. After arriving at the treatment room, he let An Ze sit on the bed. Zhou Chengping asked, "Where is the injury?"
"On my shoulders," Anze said, taking off his shirt.
When Zhou Chengping saw the wound behind him, he could not help but take a breath.
The position of the back near the shoulders was a piece of flesh, and the blood that had flowed out was not cured in time. It was tightly adhered to the clothes. When An Ze just took off his shirt, the wound was affected. A piece of skin was forcibly torn and dark. The red blood stains stuck to the cracked wound, and looked extremely stingy under the light.