Antibiotics: one in a trillion brothers

Wang Zhao and Wang Yi are twins. Because they are fraternal, their mathematics and Chinese history buff father named them "one trillionth".

A trillion is a trillion, commemorating the encounter of two events with a probability of one in a hundred million.

Cultural people drive, eclectic.

If their father had been a little less obsessed with academics and neglected his responsibilities to the family, then their mother would not have filed for divorce, and Wang Yi would not have left with her at the age of 15, and would not have lived in the At the age of 17, he became "Yang Yi".

When they were 15 years old and separated, Wang Zhao stared at Wang Yi in front of the passenger car that was about to leave for the north, affectionately:

"One, I only love you in my life."

Wang Yi's black eyes flickered under the brim of his peaked cap, then he turned around and jumped into the car.

"Go to hell, pervert."

His expression was as if he had been forced to eat a fat and juicy fly, and his brows were twisted into a ball. When Wang Zhao heard him drop his farewell words, his tone was full of disgust.

In June, the yellow plum rain is misty, and the mottled broken car door creaks shut.

The engine started rumblingly, and a puff of dusty smoke spewed out from the exhaust pipe like a sigh. It dissipated in the blink of an eye, and the gasoline dripped into the puddles, and then scattered the colorful metallic luster on the ground.

The car suddenly turned in the wrong direction, and rode away.

Wang Zhaogao's swollen right cheek was still bruised. Standing in the drizzle, the floor was dripping wet. The lingering heat and humidity of the early summer in the south of the Yangtze River filled his nasal cavity.

This farewell is a full ten years.

People who knew one or two brothers of Wang Zhaowang in the past were all amazed: how could they be born in the same mother's womb on the same day, how could they be so different.

When it comes to Wang Yi, no one does not say that he is good. From his appearance to his achievements to his popularity to his athletic ability, he is outstanding in everything. They all put on an intriguing expression, and left a sentence: "Oh, he, heh."

Wang Yi was taller and stronger than ordinary boys since he was a child, with handsome eyebrows and bright eyes, he was at the end of a long line of underdeveloped boys in the second grade of junior high school, his short hair was shining brightly in the sun, and he called the class next door a lot of love every morning. The little girl couldn't move her eyes.When they returned to the classroom, there was a series of whispers whispering behind their ears, and when they turned their heads, the girls in school uniforms and ponytails blushed immediately, and burst into coquettish smiles: "He's back, he's back!"

In contrast, Wang Zhaoqi is unattractive, thin, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. His long messy hair always challenges the psychological bottom line of the dean.Every time someone glanced at him, he would stare back with a smile on his face, the corners of his mouth hung up like marionettes, he seemed to be very happy, but he didn't smile, didn't speak, and stared at him without blinking. Looking at people, that smile is so sinister that it makes people feel chills on their backs and hairs on their hearts.The people watching him looked away guiltily, and looked up again after a while, Wang Zhao was still looking at this side with a smile on his cheek.This move was tantamount to provocation in his angry boyhood, coupled with his non-mainstream appearance and hairstyle, it was equivalent to writing "poor" all over his body. I didn't forget to grin and stare at him, and finally even the little rascal was afraid of him, and when he saw him, he detoured cursing and spat at him: "Damn bad luck!"

The two brothers are in the next class, Wang Zhao always listens to the head teacher praise the goodness of the classmate Wang Yi next door, and Wang Yi always hears the head teacher lamenting the wonderfulness of the classmate Wang Zhao next door.Classes pass each other in the corridor, no one speaks to anyone.

One time, a classmate, Fatty, hooked Wang Yi's shoulders, turned around and turned his head, his eyes followed the wandering figure floating away like a ghost.The fat man chuckled: "Between brothers, we don't even say hello." Wang Yi rolled his eyes at him, and the fat man smiled, "Okay, let's go," and hooked him to the science laboratory.

After school, the male students yelled and went to the playground to play football. The sunset, like salted egg yolk, was about to set on the horizon, and the afterglow stretched the shadows of the boys on the green field for a long time.With the ball, Wang nimbly dodged left and right to avoid the two of them, raised the exclamation of girls around the playground, shot a long shot, the football flew up a slightly curved line, bounced straight into the net, and the ball stuck to the net. The net whirled for a while, "bang", bounced a few times on the ground, and rolled away.

The shouts of his teammates and the screams of the onlookers swept across the football field like a heat wave. Wang Yi was surrounded by his classmates and beat his chest hard. He laughed and cursed, took off his summer uniform, and waved it across the green grass The field roared and ran away, the boys followed behind with wild laughter and chased, sweat splashed like dense raindrops, reflected by the golden afterglow like crystal clear.

A girl blushed and offered water to him who was half naked, and she was so ashamed that she didn't know where to look. Wang Yi took it generously amidst the envious boos of other boys, and thanked him loudly.

"Come on!" Fatty shouted on the court, "Don't try to pick up girls!"

The girl in front of her immediately turned red like a pig's liver, turned her head and ran away like a rabbit, and there was another burst of laughter behind her. Wang turned around and shouted at the group of people: "Stop kicking! I'm going back!"

"Why?"

"Physics and mathematics exam tomorrow, don't you go home and review?"

The fat man curled his lips: "Damn! Which pot is not open and which pot to lift!"

Wang Yi wrung out his shirt on the sidelines, shook it, and turned around: "I'm going home, you guys, go back too, so that old man Liu will find your parents one by one when he fails the exam, don't blame me for not reminding you. "

One of them turned around angrily and waved at his brothers: "It's over, Wang Yi won't kick anymore, we don't have the energy to kick anymore, let's go back." He shouted at Wang Yi again, "Let's play together after the exam!"

Wang swung his schoolbag over his shoulder and waved his hand behind them: "It must."

Wang Yi studied well, but he never took the green tea route of "I can pass the exam even if I don't review".He accurately grasped the balance between "a good student in the eyes of teachers" and "a good classmate in the eyes of classmates". He was neither pedantic nor obsequious. After winning the stadium, everyone loves flowers and flowers bloom, and they are exquisite in all directions and meet fate everywhere.

As he was walking towards the school gate, he suddenly heard an earth-shattering cry from the fat man behind him: "Damn it! Look!"

Immediately there were exclamations from all around, and Wang Yi turned around: "What's the matter?".

Seeing the students far and near, they raised their heads and looked up at a certain place, gaping or covering their mouths and staring round their eyes.

As soon as Wang was surprised, he also looked up in the direction the fat man pointed, and frowned instantly.

Wang Zhao sat on the spire of the school bell tower.

It is strange to say that no one has ever been able to climb to the top of the bell tower with bare hands; it is not surprising to say that it is Wang Zhao who climbed up.

Wang Zhao has a nickname in school, called "The King is not afraid of death". He looks silent and withdrawn on weekdays and has a thin sense of existence, but he has become a blockbuster if he doesn't make a noise. The characteristics are not afraid of death.Because staring at the little hooligan and being beaten to the head is already old sesame seeds, and climbing the flagpole to pick the top national flag in physical education class is also an old news last semester. Among the recent incidents about him that have been widely circulated, it is his past. A match was lost in the dry toilet behind the school, and the methane gas exploded, causing feces and urine to fly everywhere, and the roof of the toilet was knocked over.

"Fuck." Looking at Wang Zhao who was leisurely sitting on the top of the tower, Wang Yi cursed inwardly, dropped his schoolbag and rushed under the bell tower with the crowd.

The bell tower is more than twenty meters high, and the spires on all sides are steep and smooth slopes. Wang Zhao, who looks like a thin monkey, is wearing an oversized white T-shirt. , shaped him like a white-clothed wandering spirit, he lay half-lying leisurely on one side, stretching out his arms to catch the lightning rod at the center of the tower for strength.

What kind of situation was that, a slight mistake would be enough to shatter the bones of the body, and the people below turned pale with fright, and whispered hastily, some people had already gone to the guard room to fetch rescuers, and some people shouted at him with a pale face: " Don't act rashly!" He was immediately slapped on the back of the head by a classmate next to him, "Don't scream! Are you responsible for scaring him off?"

But Wang Zhao seemed completely unable to see or hear the commotion below. Looking at the golden sunset sinking into the horizon, he stretched his limbs as if nothing had happened, and yawned.

Everyone was more or less panicked, and Du Duwang folded his arms and remained motionless, silently looking up at his brother who was acting strangely.The fat man stabbed Wang Yi in a panic: "Hey! What should we do now?"

Wang Yi glanced at him indifferently: "What should I do, wait for him to come down by himself."

The fat man was in a hurry: "Damn, at this height, he will fall to his death!"

Wang Yi looked directly at the top, met eyes with Wang Zhao above, and looked at each other from a distance, the latter twitched the corner of his mouth with a half-smile, Wang Yi gritted his back molars, and said flatly: "I can't die."

He folded his arms and looked at Wang Zhao, with a cloudy expression on his face, and he made a mouth shape with no seriousness: here, me, down, come.

While speaking, Wang Zhao twitched the corner of his mouth and gave a strange smile, and then he made a move.

"Hiss—" the onlookers collectively gasped, and Wang Zhaoshi stood up abruptly, holding the lightning rod with his left hand, and started to walk slowly along the edge of the bell tower with his body crooked using this as the center of the circle!One step, two steps, three steps, wobbly, like a delirious drunk on the side of the road in the middle of the night.

Many girls cried in fright, hugging each other and sneaking up through the fingers covering their eyes, Wang Yi took a long time to look at him, and Wang Zhao also looked at him with a smile, suddenly Wang Zhao suppressed his smile and let go of his grip. Hold the hand of the lightning rod.

"Ah!—" the students screamed.

But Wang Yi was still calm and relaxed. "Here, me, down, come" - he repeated.

Wang Zhao curled his lips, and slowly slid down the slope to the edge of the tower, with his legs dangling in the air, turned over in the almost suffocating panting below, grasped the edge of the tower with both hands, and then turned his body in the opposite direction. Body movements, the body slowly fell, and then swayed the waist to drive the legs, and floated straight forward like a ghost, and suddenly swayed into the attic with the big clock hanging, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The playground suddenly exploded, and dozens of hearts that were lifted in mid-air fell back to his chest.

Not long after, the instigator of this farce swaggered out of the clock tower, and drifted away from the school gate with his pocket in his pocket while everyone was watching.

The doorman came late and stared at the empty clock tower: "Who climbed the tower? Isn't there no one here?" This matter was not caught by the school, and everyone was eager to go home after dark, a vigorous farce So let it go, and no one will hold Wang Zhao accountable.

On the way home, the fat man caught up with Wang Yi on his bicycle, his eyes still a little shocked: "Damn, your brother is so fucking awesome! You are so awesome, I'm not afraid that he will fall to his death."

Wang Yi was annoyed, so he accelerated his pedaling speed, and the variable-speed mountain bike slid away from the fat man: "He's just like that! I'm afraid of shit, I won't be surprised if he dies someday."

Everyone privately said that Wang Yiwei was a poor, well-behaved top student with excellent academic performance, how could he have such a troublesome younger brother.The old Wang family must have accumulated great virtues and committed great evils at the same time in their previous lives, so that they could have two children Wang Zhao and Wang Yi at the same time.

It was already dark when Wang Zhao returned home, and Wang half-lyed on the upper bunk after dinner early in the morning, reading and reviewing his homework.Hearing the noise outside the room door, Wang didn't even move his eyes. The door opened, and Wang Zhao came in with a schoolbag like a piece of paper. As if he didn't see Wang Yi, he threw the schoolbag on the ground. Sit face down on the bunk bed.

"Close the door." Wang Yi from above finally spoke out, in a flat voice.

Wang Zhao got up and closed the door, turned around and ran to the closet to take off his dusty white T-shirt. Two rows of well-shaped ribs protruded through the thin skin, and his arms were thin and thin, as if they could be broken. Old wounds crawled all over his body, round holes from cigarette butts, bruises from punches and kicks, and wounds from compass heads, all of which looked particularly shocking on the boy's paper-like pale skin.

"I need to change out." Wang Zhao was about to take off his trousers, when Wang Yi called out again.

Wang Zhao didn't say anything, took his clothes and trousers, and went out to the bathroom.

Two brothers lived in the small room, a bunk bed occupied a quarter of the area, and each had a desk and a wardrobe, and the remaining cramped space was only enough for people to turn around.Both parents are scientific researchers. Although their social status is high, their income is not very good. They can't afford a three-bedroom house, so they have to be wronged that the two brothers have been squeezed together for more than ten years.Wang Zhao doesn't care, but Wang Yi is increasingly unhappy. Teenagers have begun to form the concept of "independence" and "privacy". They always hope to have their own small space, especially those who don't like themselves. Reluctance to share life unreservedly.

As soon as Wang came back, his hair was wet and dripping. He touched his face indiscriminately, opened the table and chairs, turned on the lamp, and fiddled with something in front of the desk. movement.

Wang Yi squinted at him several times, and saw that the bony spine on his back was like a spool, and the left and right shoulder blades revealed an indescribable sense of vicissitudes. Wang Yi called him: "Hello."

Wang Zhao heard the sound and turned his head, looking up with two smiling eyes: "Huh?"

Wang Yi hated him looking at him like this, turned his eyes away, stared at a sample question in the book, and asked with neither black nor red face: "Which song did you sing today?"

"Which one came out?" Wang Zhao pretended not to understand, pompously contemplating, and asked with a soft smile, "What did you say?"

"I think your skin is itchy again." Wang Yifu raised his eyebrows and threw out a sentence with a straight face.

As soon as Wang heard this, his expression was the same as before, and he looked at him unmoved for a while, and when he saw that he had no further words, he turned back with that sinister smile on his face.

"Yi," Wang Yi heard him ask in that unique light and cheap voice as usual, "Do you love me?"

Wang Yi turned over a page of the book, gritted his back molars and said, "Get lost, pervert."

Wang Zhao laughed a few times with "hehe", but he was still busy with his hands, and his spine, which was like a spool, bent forward from time to time.

Through the gaps in his slender arms, Wang Yi saw that he was processing a pile of gray powder, shaking it from a capsule bottle of health care products into another slightly larger milk glass bottle, and the particles faintly reflected the metal. Sensational silver light.Knowing that his behavior has always been absurd and beyond human comprehension, Wang Yi is not surprised by this, and he is even more indifferent to what he is messing with. After a few glances, he returned his attention to the book in hand.

Turn off the lights at [-] o'clock, the night is quiet, the old air conditioner blows cold wind into the room, Wang Yi heard the people lying on the lower bunk and the upper bunk in the dark, tossing and turning with rolled towel blankets, accompanied by the sound of suppressed gasping, he turned over every time, up and down. The bed with one bunk was shaking continuously, Wang Yi gradually became impatient, closed his eyes and kicked the end of the bed, the bed hummed and exploded like thunder, and the resonance went straight from the end of the upper bunk to the lower bunk.

"Give me sleep."

Wang Yi's voice was not loud, but it carried undeniable majesty.As soon as these words came out, the lower bunk was really safe, and there was no more sound, Wang Yi pulled the quilt and fell asleep very quickly.