MTL - Rebirth of Brotherly Love-Chapter 150

Then, he gently pulled An Luo's hand, and with his index finger, carefully wrote two words in An Luo's palm.

"Adze."

Alas-so it is.

It turned out that he himself taught him to write his name, and he himself wrote the words Anza on his palm in a stroke, which also impressed him.

So, after many years, when An Luo and An Ze who lost their memory met again, he would engraved the words An Ze in the palm of An Luo in this way.

***

In that year, seven-year-old Anze and ten-year-old Anluo lay side by side on a small bed. Anze had just returned to China, and he couldn't get the jet lag. Lying silently in a daze.

Luan Luo was afraid of the cold since she was a child. After falling asleep, she habitually rolled the quilt over and wrapped herself like a cripple. Anze's quilt was suddenly taken away by his brother, and he said with some doubt: "Brother ... my quilt ..."

The sleepy An Luo ignored him at all.

Anze wanted to pull a quilt to cover it, but Anluo was tightly wrapped. Anze pulled for a long time and still couldn't pull a little quilt. He had to sigh to his brother with a grievance and reached out and shook his body. "Brother ... quilt……"

Luan Luo seemed to be annoying to hear someone talking in her ears in her sleep. She reached out and pushed back, saying, "Don't make a noise."

Wu Anze was pushed to the bed and almost rolled off.

I didn't dare to quarrel with him, but it was too cold to bear. Anze had to choke up, reached out, and hugged his brother and the quilt as if they were holding a big pillow to keep them warm.

Uh ...

After many years, An Luo, who had lost her memory, was taken by Anze to the military area's residence, where there was only one bedroom with a double bed, and the two had to sleep in the same bed as they did many years ago.

An Luo always used to cover himself with a quilt, and An Ze found a thin blanket to cover him. He naturally turned to his side and stretched his hands to gently surround his brother's waist. Luo hugged her arms tightly.

Alas-so it is.

It turned out that when he was very young, An Ze, who had been robbed of his quilt by his brother, had no choice but to hug his brother to keep him warm. This is a habit he has developed since he was a child and has never changed in so many years.

***

On the day of Anze's eighth birthday, Zhou Bizhen went out to play with her four brothers. At the time, Xilin City had just repaired a large playground. It happened to be a weekend. The students were on vacation and there were many people who came here. The polls lined up a long line.

Zhou Bizhen went to the line to buy a ticket, so that 11-year-old An Luo looked after the three younger brothers.

An Yan and An Mo discussed the ugly issue of the huge poster in the playground together. An Ze stayed obediently and looked around curiously. It has been less than half a year since he came to China. Full of curiosity.

Suddenly, An Ze saw a cart selling gadgets. He was curious and followed the car for half a street. When he turned around, he found that his mother and his brothers had disappeared.

Xiao Anze, who was lost, stood alone in the street blankly.

Zhou Bizhen, who lost her child, was about to go mad. She called the security guard of the playground and called An Ze's name on the radio. "Children An Ze, your mother and brother are waiting for you at the ticket office. Please go to the shop as soon as possible after you hear the radio. The polls meet with them ... "

The radio sounded many times, but after a long time, An Ze still disappeared.