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Twin Fate: The Destiny of Chunsheng
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"Chunsheng, come back." The call from home opened the curtain on the tragedy of Chunsheng and the family after three years of absence. The sudden death of my brother set Chunsheng on the journey home, unaware that he was stepping into a more intricate mystery.
Mother said, "Chunsheng, come back."
I have been away from home for three years.
Then, Mother said again, "Your brother is gone."
My brother is gone?
My brother is actually gone!
How could this be possible!
Although I had long known that he was not a long-lived person.
I never expected he would be gone so soon.
I couldn't help but feel self-reproach and guilt.
If it weren't for me back then, he wouldn't have turned out like that...
But on the other hand, I couldn't help but wonder if my future life would be completely in my control?
How should I face Pingping?
My thoughts suddenly drifted far away...
My brother is a few minutes older than me.
We are twins.
But unfortunately, we are conjoined twins.
The doctor said we could only save one.
My mother cried and pleaded, "Both are my sons; both must be saved!"
"Can't you separate them?"
The doctor shook his head: "If you separate one, the other won't survive either."
My parents were both uneducated farmers.
Faced with this difficult problem, they could only place their hopes in the so-called deities.
My mother went to the temple every day.
But her sincerity did not move Buddha.
As we grew up day by day, the risks of surgery became greater and greater.
In the end, my mother had no choice but to agree to sacrifice one of my brother's legs to ensure my healthy birth.
My brother was very unfortunate.
But he was also very lucky.
The fortunate part was that he was still alive.
However, his life felt out of place with our family.
He became reclusive and rarely came out to see people.
Only I knew that he felt inferior.
Because one of his legs was fake.
My mother was a remarkable person.
She would often say, "You were brought into this world by your brother sacrificing a leg; you must give all the good things to your brother."
"You were brought into this world by your brother sacrificing a leg; you must give all the good things to your brother."
I heard this since I was little.
So, if my brother didn't like scallions, I had to pick them out of the dishes completely before serving him.
If my brother didn't like garlic, I had to meticulously peel the garlic sprouts before giving them to him.
If my brother didn't like soy sauce, I had to carry the soy sauce dish steadily before serving it to him.
If my brother didn't like...
Actually, it's not that he doesn't like to eat.
He just wants me to serve him.
Because he feels that I owe him.
I do owe him.
Without him, I would likely be a monster.
Without him, I might not survive.
Without him, I could very well...
But he is fortunate.
He married Pingping.
The clearest and most radiant girl in the entire village.
She seems like a fairy who doesn't belong to this mundane world.
Ever since my mother introduced her to me, I've been thinking about being with her all day long.
I especially love her big, sparkling eyes.
But my brother likes her too.
One time, when my parents were not home,
Pingping and I were in the cow shed, kissing and taking off our clothes.
Just as we were about to get to the main event, I saw a pair of cold eyes outside the window.
Those eyes were filled with killing intent.
It was my older brother.
How did he get here?
When did he arrive?
He was actually watching us intimately from outside the window?
My enthusiasm instantly faded.
I only felt a wave of nausea.
Pingping also noticed.
Her face turned red in an instant as she grabbed her clothes and rushed out the door.
I chased after her, only to see my older brother limping away.
His prosthetic leg was long, and with every step, it felt like he was stepping on my heart.
That year, I was eighteen.
On my twentieth birthday, Pingping married me.
However, on our wedding night, my mother interrupted.
She called me, urging me to come back home to see my brother off.
See him off?
Where to?
My mother hesitated.
I hung up the phone and rushed home from the provincial city that night.
All the way, I kept wondering what had happened at home.
What role was Pingping playing?
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