Return after rebirth: The devil who helps his brother becomes the devil who kills his brother

The breeze blew across her face and she took a deep breath of the afternoon air. Song Pan'er felt so comfortable that she felt like she was about to fly.

I skipped to the overpass to look for Granny Qian.

"Milk, I'm coming!" Song Pan'er shouted and rushed over when she was still a hundred steps away from the overpass.

"Oh, my eldest granddaughter is here."

Mrs. Qian didn't care to look at the stall, and opened her hand to welcome him.

The grandfather and grandson were hugging each other. Before Mrs. Qian could express her thoughts, she heard her granddaughter suddenly shout.

"stop!"

"You can't stand outside the line. It's a foul. If you hit it like this, it won't count."

Song Pan'er passed Mrs. Qian and ran towards the boy who was setting the trap.

When she heard that someone had committed a foul, Mrs. Qian didn't care about anything else and hurriedly followed her granddaughter.

"Yes, that's not okay. Oops, you even tricked me, the God of Wealth. Your cheating doesn't count. Let's start over."

......

Ever since Song Pan'er arrived, Mrs. Qian no longer had the heart to set up a stall.

One day I bought a big smoked chicken, and the next I was planning to buy bananas.

When there was nothing to buy nearby, he started to open and close the stalls, took his granddaughter's hand, and went home happily.

I miss her old lady so much.

She had been alone before and didn't think much of it. At most, she had little hope in life;

But after staying with my granddaughter for so long, and being separated for so many days without warning, it was really heart-wrenching. She didn't even sleep well at night, and would wake up after only two or three hours of sleep.

Song Pan'er allowed Mrs. Qian to hold her hand and rub it vigorously.

After dinner, Mrs. Qian washed a small pot of cherries, placed it in front of Song Pan'er, and said cheerfully: "Granddaughter, Mrs. Liu next door gave it to me yesterday. Try it. It's so sweet!"

Song Pan'er tasted one and it was indeed quite sweet.

He picked up another one and stuffed it into Granny Qian's mouth, and said casually:

"Grandma, I want to buy a house near the school so that you don't have to go back and forth."

Mrs. Qian was eating the cherries fed by Song Pan'er, and she was feeling happy. When she heard that her granddaughter was going to buy her a house, her eyes almost stopped laughing, but she said:

"Don't buy it. You saved up the money, your breasts are fine, and your legs and feet are very nimble."

Seeing her grandma saying the same thing again, Song Pan'er immediately changed her reasons.

"Hey, there are more than ten people living in our dormitory. Every night when one person goes to the toilet, I have to be woken up fourteen times. It's very frustrating to live here."

Song Pan'er stuffed a cherry into her mouth again, and continued: "Besides, I'm also worried about you. You live alone. Wouldn't it be bad if you didn't bring toilet paper to the toilet? Panpan won't give it to you either. Pass the paper.”

Having said this, Song Paner jumped to the ground, picked up Panpan, and rubbed the dog's head several times.

Panpan was so frightened that she ran away howling.

"Is the dormitory condition so bad? Then... you can buy a house and sell it after you graduate, right?"

Mrs. Qian didn't know whether to laugh or cry when she heard what her granddaughter said.

He slowly sat upright, thought for a while, and said tentatively.

"Okay, I've already taken a look at the house. Please stop setting up a stall tomorrow and transfer ownership to me." After finishing Mrs. Qian, Song Pan'er went to chase Panpan.

Mrs. Qian was left in the house with many thoughts on her mind.

This kid has such big ideas, he has already taken care of all the houses.

I don’t know how much money my granddaughter has. She has been setting up a stall for so many days, but she still has less than 10,000 yuan. She doesn’t know how much a house in the city costs. Mrs. Qian was a little worried.

When she lay in bed at night, Mrs. Qian was still thinking about this.

Song Paner just gave Panpan a bath outside, and now she is grabbing Panpan and stuffing her into bed.

"Granddaughter! I want to ask you, how much money was in the passbook you showed me last time? I have less than ten thousand yuan here, is it enough to buy a house in the city?" Mrs. Qian turned sideways and said He asked Song Paner.

Song Pan'er was busy competing with Pan Pan and said casually: "There are eighty or ninety thousand, which is enough."

"Eighty to ninety thousand?"

Mrs. Qian suddenly sat up from the bed and exclaimed.

"Son, tell me, where did you get so much money?"

Song Pan'er didn't pay attention, Panpan jumped directly to the ground and ran away.

"This stinky bitch!"

Song Pan'er was so angry that she even forgot to answer Mrs. Qian's words.

Mrs. Qian slapped her butt and asked again: "Don't interrupt me, what on earth did you do? How did you make so much money?"

"I'm Song Pan'er, a talented and beautiful girl. Baby, what do you see there?"

Song Pan'er asked mysteriously, pointing to a spot on the ground.

"What? Your desk?"

"Yes, what's on the desk?"

"Your pen? Ben?"

"No, that's not a pen and notebook, that's money, lots and lots of money." Song Pan'er said while counting money like a god.

Looking at her granddaughter who was going crazy, the corners of Mrs. Qian's mouth twitched.

"What? Marnie?"

Song Pan'er laughed so much that she rolled on the bed, and finally she calmed down after Mrs. Qian slapped her on the butt again.

"Oh, what should I say? Don't hit me. I earn money from writing manuscripts. One thousand words is only fifty yuan. Damn, am I good?"

"Really? Then my eldest granddaughter is so amazing. Reading is really useful! What do you mean? There are beauties and gold ingots in the book."

When Mrs. Qian heard that Song Pan'er earned her money from writing, she felt proud. I also wanted to show off my culture, but unfortunately my memory is not very good, so what I said was nondescript.

"Hahaha..."

Song Pan'er fussed for a while, finally felt a little sleepy, and lay down on the bed honestly.

"This phone was installed in vain. It cost more than a thousand yuan! I worked for more than half a month in vain." Mrs. Qian was still sighing alone!

Song Pan'er replied while half asleep: "Keep it for now! Milk, what...you don't have to go to the post office to pay the phone bill, I...I'll let Yan Bin pay for it...Huhu~"

Before she finished speaking, Song Paner fell asleep.

Mrs. Qian tucked the quilt in for her, faced her, and fell asleep.

At the end of summer and autumn, the temperature is very comfortable.

The grandfather and grandson were sleeping soundly. A small white figure quietly jumped up along the chair beside the kang, curled up next to Song Pan'er's pillow, and also fell asleep.