Super Double

Zhou Lexing squatted by the curb, looking at the asphalt road ahead scorched by the sun, and sighed.

"Brother, why don't you wear my shoes?"

Zhou Shusheng squatted behind him, his face covered in oil and sweat from the sun. Even so, he was still his brother's little darling. Wherever his brother went, he followed. Even in the sweltering summer, a cotton-padded coat wouldn't be enough.

"No need." Zhou Lexing wanted to look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle to cultivate the melancholy in his heart, but the midday sun was too strong. He couldn't stand it after raising his chin just a little, so he had to lower his proud head.

"It's all fate."

Zhou Lexing spoke in a low voice, which made Zhou Shusheng lean closer to listen.

"Brother, what did you say? You want to eat honey?"

Zhou Lexing pushed aside the bulky cotton-padded coat: "Even if I wanted to eat it, I couldn't afford it. Let's go."

Zhou Shusheng looked at him with a mixture of understanding and confusion, his seventeen-year-old eyes filled with the innocent bewilderment of a five-year-old child. Seeing Zhou Lexing carrying the half-melted asphalt soles that had been stained by the hot asphalt and limping back, he became happy again.

"Brother, I know where to find honey!"

Zhou Lexing sighed, he really didn't have the energy to respond to this overly energetic cotton-padded jacket.

Just two days ago, he had air conditioning, a refrigerator, a comfortable bed, and could order takeout. Now, however, he lives in a brick house in the village, sleeps on a bare bamboo mat, and eats coarse grain buns that are hard to swallow.

This morning, he was only allowed to leave the house after feeding the pigs next door.

There was nothing he could do; the neighbors got up earlier than him, and he was caught as soon as he stepped outside.

That's a pig!

It was the first time Zhou Lexing had realized that a pig was bigger than a dog. The stench was overwhelming and almost suffocating. Even so, this pig was more valuable than him. It was raised jointly by two families, who were just waiting to divide the pork during the New Year.

At least the pigs get to eat wheat bran mixed with wild vegetables and sweet potato leaves in the morning, but he goes out on an empty stomach.

Of course, he could tolerate food, clothing, shelter, and transportation, but he couldn't tolerate the toilet and mosquitoes.

The mosquitoes are fierce in the summer, and he still has about ten mosquito bites on his feet.

He had to use either a dry toilet or a bedpan to go to the toilet, and he couldn't even find toilet paper. He just couldn't stand it.

The next day, I wanted to run away from home to see if I could go down the hillside I had crossed and kowtow again to try and get back. But I never expected to die before I could even get started. The old-fashioned asphalt road would melt when the temperature got high, and most importantly, the soles of my shoes got stuck to the asphalt road when I left the village.

"What were you doing out there in this sweltering heat?!" Zhou Yuanxiang, Zhou's mother, flew into a rage the moment she saw her second son's shoes. Seeing the blisters on his feet from the burns and the uneven scald on his head from the head injury, she became even angrier.

"I think you're a real troublemaker! I haven't even settled accounts with you for what you did in the mountains! Today I'll settle them all with you!"

As the feather duster meant to ward off evil spirits was raised, Zhou Lexing, who possessed the original owner's memories, immediately slid off the bed and onto the floor, clinging tightly to her leg.

"Mom! Mother! I know I was wrong! Please don't hit me!"

That feather duster really hurt!

Those red marks were burning hot and could sting for days. He already had limited lying positions because of the head injury, and if his buttocks were to become a bloody mess, he would truly be a salted fish, only able to roll from side to side.

When Zhou Shusheng saw him kneel down, he panicked and started wailing, "Mom! Don't hit my brother! It hurts!"

The sound was so loud and persistent that it lingered for a long time.

Zhou Yuanxiang was also startled by her third son's actions.

You should know that among the Zhou family, this third son is the most stubborn. He's not only stubborn but also incredibly hard-hearted. He'll do whatever he sets his mind to, even if it means breaking his leg. He has no fear in his bones, and getting him to admit his mistakes is like taking his life.

Zhou Yuanxiang never heard a single word of apology from her son in her entire life.

"You, you really know you were wrong?" Zhou Yuanxiang frowned, her voice tinged with hesitation.

Seeing that there was hope, Zhou Lexing immediately looked up, squeezed out a few tears, and weakly responded.

Zhou Yuanxiang's heart jumped: "Lexing, do you have a headache? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

Now even the feather duster, once a symbol of good fortune, has lost its favor.

Zhou Lexing was immediately pulled onto the old-fashioned bicycle that his family had explicitly forbidden him from touching, and they headed straight for the clinic.

Zhou Yuanxiang was in a hurry, so she rode her bicycle as fast as the wind could rush by.

Zhou Shusheng happily followed behind, and didn't even pant when they arrived at the clinic.

"Wow, little brother!"

Zhou Lexing stared in disbelief, nestled in the plastic stool at the clinic, and re-examined his tall younger brother.

"I think you're good enough to represent the country in track and field; you're sure to win an award."

Seeing his brother looking at him, Zhou Shusheng couldn't help but grin and ask, "Brother, why does the country need frogs?"

While Zhou Lexing was playing with his newborn brother, Zhou Yuanxiang told the people at the station that she would go outside and wait.

When Zhou Lexing heard her voice, he subconsciously looked over.

“It’s nothing. My son bumped his head the day before yesterday. I was just worried, so I came to check on him. It won’t make a difference if he comes over now.” Zhou Yuanxiang said to the people inside the house, taking two steps back to completely step outside the door. “Your Jiansheng is the one who…”

“Oh, child, you were perfectly fine, why did you have to do something like this? No matter what, you should never cut your wrists with a knife! Look how heartbroken your mother is. You must never do that again. If you have any worries, talk to your mother more. Once you've talked it out, you'll feel better.”

The more Zhou Lexing listened, the more uneasy he felt. As a certain possibility came to mind, his heart sank.

Zhou Shusheng followed Zhou Lexing's gaze to the doctor's office: "Brother, what are you looking at?"

Looking at his bewildered yet affectionate gaze, Zhou Lexing wiped his face and said, "I'm fine, brother."

He must have misunderstood.

Time travel is already an absurd thing, let alone traveling into a novel.

While Zhou Lexing was still deceiving himself, Zhou Yuanxiang beckoned him over: "Come here and say hello to your Aunt Lan."

Zhou Lexing shuffled over in his slippers, but froze when he reached the door.

The reason is simple: the man sitting on the bed in the simple house is not on the same level as them at all.

Zhou Lexing felt that he was like a separate layer, while the rest of them were 2D pixelated versions, and he was a 3D gorgeous version. His appearance was so handsome that he didn't look like a real person.

"You child, how come you don't know how to greet people!" Zhou Yuanxiang didn't know what had gotten into her son this time, so she reached out and pinched his arm, reminding him, "This is your Aunt Lan, and that is your Aunt Lan's son, Jian Sheng."

"I remember Jian Sheng is two years younger than Lele, right?"

Zhou Lanhua was thin and dressed meticulously, with every strand of hair tightly pressed against her scalp and tied with a hairpin at the back of her head. Her face was sickly pale, and if it weren't for the fact that her clothes were faded and patched, she wouldn't look like a farmer tending the fields.

She sat at the foot of the bed, her smile barely curved, and her voice was low and soft: "Yes, I remember Lele was born in June, and Jian was born in early January. If you really count, they're almost three years apart."

In rural areas, people calculate their age using the traditional Chinese age reckoning method, but the calculation methods vary from village to village, making it difficult to clarify.

Zhou Yuanxiang didn't dwell on the issue, and simply said, "Jiansheng is your brother. You should take him out for walks more often, so that you won't go around causing trouble and learning bad habits yourself. Let Jiansheng learn to control your bad temper!"

Zhou Lexing couldn't handle this "younger brother".

He greeted Zhou Lanhua in a clear voice, then immediately tried to slip away: "Okay, Mom. I don't think I'm in any trouble right now, why don't we go home?"

"I suddenly remembered that I haven't fed the pigs this morning!"

Two neighboring families share a pig. One family is responsible for feeding the pig for a week, and they take turns. Because the two pigs take up the neighbor's land, the pig's manure goes to the neighbor for composting.

Zhou Lexing knew that raising a pig in the countryside at this time was not easy, and everyone cherished and cared for it. So he wanted to use the charm of Little Pig Sister and Little Pig Brother to quickly escape this place of trouble.

Unfortunately, his cleverness backfired.

Zhou Yuanxiang is very shrewd and resourceful. Nothing in the family can be kept from her, especially since she has two pigs she cares about on one side and her troublesome second son on the other.

"You silly child, weren't you the one who fed you this morning? You almost tripped over the manure shovel when you left, have you forgotten?!"

Zhou Yuanxiang's worries only increased. She insisted on pulling him to lie down on the bed next to Gu Jiansheng's, and then hurried off to find the doctor who had just gone to get the medicine.

"Brother, why are you lying down?" Zhou Shusheng couldn't wait for his brother to come out, so he ran into the house. He knew how to greet acquaintances sweetly, but when he turned around and saw his brother, he eagerly broadcast the news in his loud voice.

"Brother, why is your face so red? Wow! Your ears are red too!"

Zhou Lexing stared blankly at the peeling plaster on the clinic's ceiling, feeling utterly hopeless. Shame made his toes curl up, and he felt as if this "big cotton-padded coat" was there to suffocate him in the middle of summer.

Although he wasn't gay, Gu Jian was so incredibly handsome that it was impossible to tell if he was male or female.

He considered himself an ordinary person, and the shame of having such a handsome guy know that he stepped on the poop scoop this morning and almost fell flat on his face was doubled!

"Brother, why are you blinking so much? Mom said you shouldn't pout!"

ah……

Let him die again!

Zhou Lexing desperately tried to wink at her, but even with his face contorted, he couldn't get her to understand. Instead, he only made things worse for her.

This time, not only were his ears red, but his neck was also flushed.

Gu Jiansheng, who had been quietly waiting from beginning to end, looked at the young man who was covering his face. His gaze moved from the young man's tanned, muscular arms to his reddened ears, and he frowned slightly.

Did Zhou Lexing originally look like this?

Why does he have absolutely no recollection of it?