Rebirth of Brotherly Love | Detailed Summary

Ch 13

"Now there are no outsiders, you can tell the truth, brother."

His low calm voice caused An Luo's heart suddenly slightly shiver. --The truth? What is the so-called truth?

In fact, I was 27 years ago after the Vancouver plane crash inexplicably reborn to your brother's another An Luo?

Such an incredible truth, even An Luo himself finds difficult to accept, let alone others. There is no way to predict the consequences of telling the truth. 

For someone as calm as An Ze, it is possible to send this "An Luo" to a Biological Research Institute for a good study.

"You want me to say what truth?"

"If you're worried about someone killing you, you pretend to lose your memory, then you can rest assured that the person is not me. I am a soldier, I have my own beliefs and principles," said An Ze, with a sincere tone.

An Luo looked at him and said, "You mean you have nothing to do with me being kidnapped."

An Ze smiled, "Of course not, I would never be so incompetent if I wanted to get rid of someone. Besides, how could I have done something against you?"

An Luo was silent for a moment, "Well, I can believe it has nothing to do with you. But I also really have amnesia, not pretending." An Luo's eyes stared straight at the Anze, "Do you believe it?"

 An Ze frowned, "Do you think I will believe?"

"We have been together for so many years, my habits you should know very well, do you think I'm pretending? If you don't believe me, you can test me like An Yun, and see if I remember the past." For example, take a bouquet of flowers and try to see if I am allergic to pollen.

An Ze looked at him and did not speak. An Luo gently raise an eyebrow, "have other questions? If not, you can go out and I want to have a rest."

An Ze looked at An Luo's cold face a long time, he finally turned to go outside, "Your kidnappers, I will find. Rest assured that I will not let this happen a second time."

 An Ze slightly, turned away, "I'm very happy ... you are alive, brother."

The last sentence was so full of emotion, it seemed like an illusion compared to everything else An Ze spoke. An Luo looked up at the closed door, it felt like his heart had stopped and his breathing was fast. He felt guilty for lying to this family. 

An Luo frowned and turned to look into the mirror on the wall. He does not know what kind of person the original An Luo was or if his family truly loves him as they seem too. 

An Luo stretched out his hand and touched his cheek lightly, and the man in the mirror reached out to his face at the same time--a feeling very subtle, as if the man in the mirror and himself were two completely different beings, and as if the two had already been one.

They contradict each other, but they fit each other. A face that was very similar to his former self, seemed still as cold as ice.

The former An Luo always such cold and icy expression, it is because of the former An Luo young and alone against the burden of the Underworld family.

Gradually, he learns to wrap himself tightly in a hard, icy shell, he makes himself cold, strong, and able to deal with all the difficulties.

He had the highest rights and status, but he was not happy at all.

No family, no love, lost friendships, all night tossing and turning, difficult to sleep, in the plane crash that moment, he even for himself finally free and long sigh.

However, the An Luo of this world, why also have a so cold face? He appears to have a good life and loving family.

After a careful look around, he found that the bedroom layout is very familiar. Dark grey sheets and same-colored curtains, black desks, and laptops on the table ...

As if the memory suddenly returned to the past, many years alone to sleep in that bedroom, furniture is such a simple layout and dark tones.

Not only do the two have similar looks, why do they even have similar tastes?

An Luo sat by the bedside, gently touched the texture of the bed sheets, the mood cannot help but a little complicated.

He notices a picture framed placed down on the desk. He wants to look, but can't reach it from the bed and can't get up.

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open. The intruder is An Mo,  "What does brother want? Let me get that for you."

An Luo quickly retracted hands, upright sit well, face a little embarrassed. His first thought is to be glad An Ze didn't see him awkwardly reaching for the picture, he'd be so much more embarrassed.

"Brother wants to see this?" An Mo handed the picture to An Luo.

The picture is of a beautiful woman and a seven-year-old little boy. The woman smiled and held the child's hand, the child is very beautiful, fair skin, rosy lips, but a little stiff face. Seems he was caught to take photos making him very unhappy, his face an awkward pout.

An Luo a little curious, "The person in the photo ... Is it me?"

 An Mo smiled, "Does the elder brother feel like?"

An Luo said, "A bit like."

An Mo smiled and said: "This is you ah, next to this is your mother."

Mom? An Luo looked at the woman in the photo in astonishment, "my mother?" Where is she now? Why didn't you hear my father mention it?"

"She ..." he looked at his brother and whispered, "she's gone."

"An Luo looked at the picture silent for a moment, his intuition this An Luo not happy perhaps with his mother, with a curious mood, back to ask: "How did she die?"

 "She died in an accident," said Ann Mo.

 "What accident?"

 An Mo paused, "Since you have amnesia, the past is not important."

He said so, more aroused An Luo curiosity, "I want to know."

"Brother ..." 

"Tell me." 

Looking at An Luo stubborn look, An Mo silent for a moment, only softly said: "She died that day after taking the picture."

"..." An Luo's hand holding the frame trembled.

"We went for an outing together. She was very happy, took you to take pictures everywhere. You got annoyed and didn't want to ride in the same car anymore. She rode with my parents and I joined you. The car suddenly exploded my parents and your mother both ... "

An Luo gently clenched his fingers, his chest suddenly had a strange feeling of suffocation. From the heart, the pain spread along the whole body of the nerve slowly passed to the mind ...

Vaguely, he seemed to see the terrible scene of the car explosion, as if he had experienced such a tragic picture.

Listening to An Mo calmly tell these past events, An Luo cannot find a word to say.

An Luo tightly grasping the frame, forcibly adjusts the breath, the photograph's strange woman bright smile feels particularly dazzling. 

He heard the soft voice of An Mo, "It has been a long time, brother, you do not have to be too remorseful, such an accident, is not your fault, do not think more."

"I'd like to rest."

An Luo has watched him leave, covered himself with the quilt and gently closed his eyes.