Analyzing it rationally, my brother has absolutely nothing to do with what happened to Lan Ze when he was a child. However, my brother appeared in that environment, and the whole environment left a profound imprint on Lan Ze.

The friends who also appeared in that environment have long since bullied those who did not bully him, and have long since changed beyond recognition. The power of development is great. When we meet occasionally after many years, we can always feel at ease.

But brother, his appearance has hardly changed. Most of all, his clothes and hairstyle have changed.

His elder brother Bai Quanming is ten years older than Lan Ze. When Lan Ze was growing up, he was already in his teens or 20s, when his appearance and smell were finalized.

The elder brother sighed. He didn't have a hairpin. He put on his clothes first, and then looked for a substitute for a long time. Finally, he used a toothbrush to fix the long, semi-dry hair on the top of his head.

At this time, two old people came back.

Both old men were holding large trays with teapots and teacups on both trays. The tray in Mr. Lan's hands was also piled with several plates of desserts.

"Why did you bring it back by yourself? Didn't you let them give it away?" My brother saw it and asked.

"He insists on handling it himself." Old Han Wei pursed his lips.

My brother stepped forward and took two large trays. Two trays, two kinds of tea. A pot of jasmine tea from Old Man Wei, and a pot of yellow bud from Old Man Lan.

The tray in Mr. Lan's hand was quite heavy, and his brother almost tipped it over when he picked it up, so he still carried it.

"Why did you come back with so many snacks?" My brother asked strangely.

"He insisted on buying it," Mr. Lan replied.

"Is there anyone who doesn't want to have snacks while drinking tea?" Old Man Wei exploded.

"Humph." Mr. Lan put down the tray and ignored him.

"You think so! Who drinks tea without eating snacks!" Old Man Wei realized the truth.

"How much does it cost?" Mr. Lan asked him three words.

Old Man Wei stopped talking.

The two old men also began to take off their clothes.

Mr. Lan quickly stripped everything and threw it on the ground.

Old Man Wei was still busy arranging his clothes one by one, while Old Man Lan had already walked into the inner room and stood in front of the large pool.

He bent down and stretched out his hand to test the temperature of the water, then straightened up. "Yes, this water is not scalding."

"Who's going to rub my back?" Mr. Lan asked angrily.

"Dad, I'm here." My brother responded.

He put the tea and snacks in his hand beside the pool.

The old man sat down on the stone pillar beside the pool. The elder brother used a long-handled water ladle to pour water on him from the pool and helped the old man take a bath.

Lanze doesn't know whether there were stone piers and water ladles in ancient Rome.

At this moment, looking at their loving father and filial son, he felt a little redundant.

Old Man Wei was still struggling with his clothes. His skin and flesh were very loose. After losing the cover of daily clothes, his aging was suddenly exposed.

In 35 years ago, when he first returned to the ground, he was still quite energetic and traveled around the world giving reports. In major news for the public, his portrait was blurred, but it can be seen in the internal news of the alliance.

He must be clear, so he is a famous person recognized by everyone within the alliance.

But suddenly, the hero is entangled with decay.

Mr. Lan was sitting on the edge of the pool, with a tall and straight figure and firm skin. After removing the cover of his clothes, his thin figure suddenly turned into burly and large muscles.

After my brother scrubbed the old man's back, he rinsed it with water. As a result, the old man's skin was glowing.

Although Mr. Lan's hair is gray, he clearly has a young body.

The figure of this young man is much more beautiful than that of my brother.

Old Man Wei finally came over and stopped muttering: "You two didn't even wait for me. You two are so affectionate."

When his brother saw him, he looked a little embarrassed.

"It's so jealous. Seeing you like this makes me angry." Old Wei walked around on the floor and continued to complain.

Lan Ze, who had no sense of existence, slipped over silently and slid into the pool wearing big shorts. Anyway, Old Man Wei said what he wanted to say.

Legend has it that before the extraterrestrial personnel of the alliance carry out long-term and high-risk missions, they have to undergo minor surgery and go to the hospital for a cut. They will not become eunuchs, but only one of them will be left on the ground to give themselves a backup.

That's all.

When Old Wei was walking, Lan Ze secretly observed him and found that he was not the lone hero in the legend. Thinking about it, Old Wei already had a child when he went to heaven, and he was already old; he probably didn't need to keep a backup on the ground.

There is one thing about Old Man Wei that Old Man Lan cannot compare with. The hairs on his body surface form textures, like tattoos. However, because most of the hairs are already white, you can only see it if you look closely.

Therefore, thick hair is probably hereditary. Finally, I found the difference between my brother and Mr. Lan.

Lan Ze hid in the water and watched them.

"Brother Bird, come here, let me help you wipe yourself." Mr. Lan stood up.

"Stop screaming, the children are all here." Old Man Wei protested.

"You eagleman, what are you if not a birdman?"

The words in Mr. Lan's mouth sounded strange. Generally speaking, they sounded like Igorman. They seemed to be from the Western language that Lan Ze had learned, but the smooth accent when pronounced was not very similar.

Old Man Wei came over angrily: "Eagle is an eagle. My name is Wei Hanying, is it wrong to call me eagleman? I am an eagle! Idiot, not a bird!"

"When did the eagle cease to be a bird? You don't know how to write the word eagle, right?" Mr. Lan was not polite to him, "Don't argue, I'm talking about the eagle of the eagle. By the way, my novice said you are illiterate."

Lan Ze hid in the water and heard it refreshingly.

Lan Ze had never taken a bath with anyone else since he entered college at the age of eighteen. He was soaking in the water alone in the corner of the pool, feeling at ease.

"Dad, don't mention what happened back then, okay?" my brother said.

Old Man Wei looked sad.

"Wow!" Mr. Lan poured a ladle of hot water on Old Wei. "Stand over here and don't move."

"Dad, shall I do it?" The elder brother came over, grabbing the loofah ribbon, eager to try.

"You can't!" Mr. Lan drove him away, "He can't use that, it's too hard."

Mr. Lan used a towel to help Wei Hanying scrub, and his movements were neither light nor heavy.

"By the way, come here and give me a hand." Mr. Lan called his brother back again.

"You are all bullying me. In fact, I already know many words." Old Wei kept mumbling.

Lan Ze, who was watching, had a huge headline in his mind: Shocked! The national hero turned out to be illiterate!
Chapter completed!