not a decent stand-in

A heavy rain ended the spring drought that lasted for several weeks, and fresh air poured in through the window, with some muddy smell.

Xiang Yindong opened his blank eyes, watching the woman come back from the window, and said to him with a smile: "Look, this is really a happy rain!"

A strange woman in her 50s, wearing a floral cotton shirt, looks like those aunts who gather at the alley to play mahjong all day long.

Xiang Yindong searched in his mind for several times, but he still didn't find any evidence of acquaintance with her.

He barely stood up, and the aunt hurried up to support him, and neatly stuffed a pillow behind him.

Xiang Yindong smiled gratefully and said, "Thank you!"

The other party was stunned, looked at him timidly, and said in a low voice: "Don't blame your father, he has such a temper, and he doesn't know anything after drinking! I have told him not to harass us anymore... ...Don't always confront him head-on, he is still your father after all!"

Xiang Yindong didn't have much energy and his head hurt a little, he didn't have the energy to interrupt her at all.

Although listening to ghost stories in broad daylight gave him a slight chill down his spine.

his dad?

If I remember correctly, Xiang Huaijie has been dead for more than ten years, and you still get drunk to harass him?

He turned sideways and saw a mobile phone beside the bed, so he picked it up and glanced at it.

The time displayed on the screen is - Saturday, April [-], XX.

I'll go, wasn't it only April [-]st yesterday?

How can I sleep for two weeks?

Raising his eyes to look around, Xiang Yindong realized that he was lying in a ward.

The simple three-person room has been decorated for some years. Familiar news is playing on the palm-sized TV. The wind blows in from the window, slightly lifting the rough gray curtains...

He blinked hard, and the judgment that had been missing for a long time gradually came online.

Finally realized that this is not how he woke up.

The aunt was standing in front of his bed at the moment, holding a thermos and smiling at him, her caring eyes made people panic.

Just as Xiang Yindong was about to speak, he heard a voice coming from the door.

"Yo, that looks good!"

The middle-aged doctor came in with a little nurse, and smiled as soon as he saw him, "You also said that you are going to become a vegetable, isn't that good?"

The aunt hurried up to greet her, with a smile all over her face: "Yes, yes, you are awake! Are you... wanting to take Xiaohan for a check-up?"

"In this situation, there is no big problem when he wakes up. Don't waste any more money!"

The aunt nodded again and again: "Thank you, Dr. Liu, you are such a good person!"

Dr. Liu waved his hand, pulled Xiang Yindong's eyelids and took a look.

While making records, he said: "Aunt Fu, your son is fine, and he can be discharged from the hospital after two days of recuperation! But... don't forget to settle the expenses owed a while ago..."

Aunt Fu, the mother of the patient on the bed, took the slips handed to her by the nurse, flipped through them one by one, and gradually put away her smile.

After finishing the examination, Dr. Liu patted Xiang Yindong on the shoulder, and said: "It's not easy for your mother, you boy, don't be so impulsive in the future!" He took the little nurse away.

In the ward, only Aunt Fu frowning and Xiang Yindong with a dull face remained.

This movement, in just a few minutes, brought him an impact no less than a nuclear bomb explosion.

Instantly destroyed his outlook on life, and even his entire outlook on the world.

This woman is my mother?

that……

who am I?

For the first time, this question appeared in his mind, a question that he once thought that only a fool would struggle with.

Xiang Yindong—grandson of Xiang’s parents, a top student at Stanford, the youngest CEO of Zhenghai International...

A series of auras and labels that envied others could once tell him the answer.

However, at this moment, in front of the "mother" who couldn't afford the medical expenses, they all looked so pale, like a long dream, so unreal.

His fingers trembled slightly, he took a deep breath, and closed his eyes again.

All the neglected memories flooded into my mind like a flood...

On a sunny spring day in the Jura Valley, he drove into the mountains alone to meet George Mercier, the master watchmaker.

When approaching the master's residence, the car suddenly lost control.

He crashed into a big tree beside the road with his car.

When climbing out of the crashed car, there were a few strange whistling sounds in my ears, like the sound of bullets passing through the air.

The memory that followed was actually very vague.

The severe pain in his body made him unconscious, and he vaguely knew that someone had picked him up and walked bumpily on the mountain road.

The air on the mountain is getting colder and harder to breathe.

The people around him suddenly started to argue loudly. In the confusion, no one knew who pulled the trigger.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud noise, the earth shook and the mountains shook, and a vast expanse of snow fell from the sky...

All memories are broken at that moment.

Xiang Yindong opened his eyes, the shabby ward was still in front of him, the rain outside the window hadn't stopped, and the pattering sound made the surroundings even quieter.

At this moment, fear and helplessness swept over him, dragging him into the cold seabed with overwhelming momentum.

The whole body feels cold.

Xiang Yindong knew very well that what they encountered was an avalanche.

And in such an avalanche, the chance of surviving is almost - zero...

He stretched out his hand and wiped his face vigorously, trying his best to control his emotions.

Xiang Yindong is an atheist, he never believes in any ghosts and gods, and his creed in life is to have fun in time.

Because of this, he has always been in awe of death.

But all the absurdity in front of him made him have to seriously consider the possibility of "resurrection from the dead".

People who don't believe in ghosts and gods are usually pragmatists, and Xiang Yindong is no exception.

After a brief panic, he quickly calmed down.

For him, whether it's a dead body or a rebirth, since he still exists, everything is reasonable.

What's more, from a businessman's point of view, living a new life is undoubtedly a business that only makes money but not loses.

Why not do it?

"Xiaohan, Xiaohan..."

Aunt Fu called him twice, but seeing that he didn't respond, she reached out to touch his forehead.

Xiang Yindong was startled, and turned his head reflexively, avoiding those old and thin hands.

He has always disliked the touch of strangers, let alone the greetings from his "mother".

Seeing the other party's face hurt, he tentatively asked, "Are you... really my mother?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt his throat tighten.

"Xiaohan, don't scare mom..."

Aunt Fu was full of worries written all over her face, she didn't need to answer at all, she had already given him the best answer.

Xiang Yindong turned his eyes away and coughed: "I... want to go to the bathroom..."

Aunt Fu breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly helped him out of bed: "I thought you were angry with mom again... Mom knew she was wrong, and she won't let him in in the future..."

Xiang Yindong was a little dizzy, not in the mood to listen to her babbling, so he moved to the door of the bathroom in three steps at a time.

At this moment, there is only one thought in his mind - who the hell am I now?

Walking into the cramped and damp bathroom and locking the door, he couldn't wait to stand in front of the sink and look at the reborn "self" in the mirror.

However, unexpectedly, the face that appeared in the mirror was not unfamiliar.

To be precise, it was a face that he was all too familiar with - the face that belonged to Xiang Yindong.

But after a moment of shock, he soon discovered that the person in the mirror was not the "self" he was familiar with.

This person was extremely thin, with a pale complexion, a haggard handsome face, and long shoulder-length hair tangled in a mess behind his head. His whole body could only be described as "decadent and gloomy".

And Xiang Yindong himself is keen on fitness, his skin is tanned, and his figure is even taller and taller. He has a sexy and charming tone on weekdays. It is not too much to say that he is a "walking hormone".

Although the two have extremely similar looks and heights, they have completely different images and temperaments, which cannot be mistaken.

Not only that, but Xiang Yindong also discovered that the man had a bat tattoo on his left arm and a birthmark the size of a broad bean next to his belly button.

And these are things that absolutely do not exist in me...

"Xiaohan, are you alright?"

While in a daze, Aunt Fu asked eagerly from outside the door, "Do you want me to go in and help?"

Xiang Yindong's back stiffened, and he quickly replied: "No need! I'll be fine!"

He scooped up water, washed his face in a hurry, packed up his shocked mind, and exited the bathroom.

Aunt Fu helped him back to the bed, and handed him a bowl of hot pumpkin porridge, with a loving smile on her lips.

"Eat something! I boiled it up this morning and brought it here, it's still warm!"

Xiang Yindong was uncomfortable being watched by her, so he had to reach out to take it.

"……thanks!"

He lowered his head and sipped the porridge silently, but his mind was full of thoughts.

Is there really another me in this world?

Or, what kind of parallel space did I travel to?

Even he, who is known as the little fox in the shopping mall, couldn't understand all this unbelievable thing.

After eating, Fu Xueqin went out.

Taking advantage of the nurse's change of drip, Xiang Yindong inquired about "myself".

The current him, named Wei Tianhan, is said to have fought with his alcoholic father, and was beaten to the head by the other party before he was admitted to the hospital.

Wei Tianhan's mother, Fu Xueqin, was a fruit seller for a living. She divorced her alcoholic and gambling husband in the early years and lived alone.

The only spiritual pillar is probably Wei Tianhan, the only son.

During this period of time, in order to treat her son's illness, Fu Xueqin either ran around to borrow money, or stayed in the hospital every step of the way, for fear that he would never wake up again.

Strange to say, Wei Tianhan was not seriously injured, and there was no congestion in his head, but he was forced into a coma for two weeks, even the doctor thought it was strange.

And the day Wei Tianhan was admitted to the hospital happened to be April [-]st...

All this is just a coincidence, or is there some arrangement somewhere?

Xiang Yindong is unknown.

He rubbed the sore corners of his eyes, feeling his head was muddled, and he really didn't have the energy to continue thinking, so he closed his eyes and took a nap.

When she woke up, Fu Xueqin had already returned and was packing her things.

He said that he had collected enough medical expenses and wanted to go through the discharge procedures in advance and take him home to recuperate.

Xiang Yindong nodded and had no objections.

Given his current situation, the top priority is to figure out his new identity, and "going home" is naturally the best choice.

In the evening, the rain outside the window gradually stopped, but the sky was still cloudy.

After Fu Xueqin completed the discharge procedures, she took a taxi home with Xiang Yindong, who was still a little weak.