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

Mrs. Qian left Liu Fugen at home for dinner.

Liu Fugen stared at such a large table of dishes, unable to say anything about going home.

He quickly took off his shoes and got on the kang, muttering:

"Wow, so much delicious food."

"My dad also said that he would set up a table for you to thank you for saving your life. I asked him yesterday when he would set it up, but he actually changed his mind. You are a stingy man!"

He was already a glutton, but now he couldn't even raise his head, and was so full that he couldn't walk. He didn't eat until the news broadcast was over, then got off the kang and went home.

After seeing off Liu Fugen, Song Pan'er returned to the house and saw her breasts, as if she hadn't eaten. She was holding the cake in her arms, stuffing it into her mouth while walking on the kang.

He asked in confusion: "Mistress, what are you doing?"

"I'm hungry. Let's eat a piece of the cake you bought."

"Huh? Why are you hungry so quickly?"

Song Pan'er looked at the wall clock and saw that only two hours had passed since she finished eating.

"Oh, I'll give it a try."

Mrs. Qian ignored it and took another piece of cake to enjoy.

How did Song Pan'er know that Mrs. Qian was not hungry, but greedy.

I have been craving for many years, that feeling of being missed by my family.

Song Pan'er's side was full of warmth, but the Song family's side was in turmoil.

At noon, Ma Xijuan was flirted with by a man who collected chickens, ducks and geese, and evil thoughts arose in her.

After I went home and changed my clothes, I didn't want to go to Liu Qiang's house again.

While Mrs. Song was cutting donkey grass, she went to Song Zhigang's house and rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find her bankbook.

"What are you turning over?"

Song Zhigang, who was lying on the kang, sat up with his elbows on the kang and stared at Ma Xijuan who was looking through the drawers with a calm expression.

After being paralyzed on the kang for several months, Song Zhigang seemed to have aged more than ten years.

The figure that was originally quite tall has shrunk so much that her face has no flesh and bones, and she looks very similar to Mrs. Song.

"Where's the bankbook at home? Isn't it always kept in this drawer? And where are the money from selling the girl to death?"

Ma Xijuan pointed to the newly built dressing cabinet that Song Zhigang had built when they got married, and asked with a cold face.

"You can't hold on so much? You don't want my son anymore?"

Song Zhigang lowered his eyes, making it difficult for people to see the coldness in his eyes.

"Haha, I want a son to make my life better. He was born for you! But now you are lying on the bed, what's the point of having a son for me?"

"You are paralyzed. Why should I guard you, a disabled person? Can you provide me with food? Or provide me with drink?"

Ma Xijuan was very single. Taking advantage of Song Zhigang's limited mobility, she stood on the edge of the kang, pointed at Song Zhigang's forehead and kept scolding him.

"Ah~"

As soon as Ma Xijuan finished speaking, Song Zhigang bumped her head and knocked her upside down.

Song Zhigang didn't hold back and jumped down from the kang.

"Bitch, if you dare to cuckold me, I will kill you."

Song Zhigang's eyes leaked out and turned red, as if they were about to burst. He struggled to crawl towards Ma Xijuan.

Ma Xijuan was so frightened that she rushed out of the house, calmed herself down in the outer room, and looked at Song Zhigang, who was crawling towards her like a ghost on the ground. Ma Xijuan also became furious, picked up the shovel and rushed towards the stove. Go up.

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Although Song Zhigang can't use his hands and feet, he still has absolute fighting experience.

With a clever move, Ma Xijuan tripped over, turned over and sat on top of her, and pressed her neck tightly with her forearm.

No matter how Ma Xijuan scratched her, Song Zhigang kept pressing down hard without making a sound or letting go with his eyes red.

Ma Xijuan could no longer scream for help. She could only make a "ho ho" sound from deep in her throat, and struggled and flapped her hands and feet. She was slowly losing strength, and she was about to die.

"Ouch! Gangzi, what are you doing?"

Fortunately, she is also a good fortune teller and has someone back home.

Mrs. Song, who had just finished cutting the donkey grass, said to herself, "I will sell the donkey one day." She opened the door curtain and entered the outhouse. Because she was worried that the flies would follow the house, she got in quickly and saw what she saw. This terrifying scene.

Song Zhigang has been growing his hair for several months and it is no longer short.

I don’t know if it was pressed while lying on the kang, or if it was messed up during the tearing process just now. It is greasy and messy, and with the helpless hands and feet, it looks like an evil ghost begging for life in hell, and this evil ghost is still here. Claim your life.

The clock ticked.

Mrs. Song leaned forward and opened her hands as if she wanted to hug someone. After shouting, she just stayed where she was.

'Dang...dang...dang...'

The clock struck the hour.

Mrs. Song, who was stunned on the spot, trembled with fright, rushed forward and hugged Song Zhigang.

"Son! You can't do this! You have only been out for a few days. How can you live as a mother if you are imprisoned again? You also have a son... Wuwu..."

Song Zhigang was so angry that Mrs. Song didn't move her. Fortunately, when she heard the word 'son', Song Zhigang came back to his senses and took the initiative to let go of his arm.

yes! You can't kill her like this, because this bitch can't risk your own life.

When I was in prison a few months ago, I learned the regulations, and intentional homicide must be directly shot.

I haven't heard my son call me dad yet, but I can't just die with this bastard.

Following Mrs. Song's strength, Song Zhigang let go of Ma Xijuan and fell to the ground.

"Uh~ cough cough... cough cough..."

Like a drowning person who has just taken a breath of air, the wheezing Ma Xijuan curled up into a ball like a shrimp and coughed loudly.

After lying on the ground for two or three minutes, Ma Xijuan's strength gradually recovered.

She didn't dare to look at the mother and son who were staring at her. She struggled to get up and ran to the side room to hide.

With the help of Mrs. Song, Song Zhigang sat on the kang and stared at the direction where Ma Xijuan disappeared with a sinister expression on his face.

The mother and son were silent for a long time. Song Zhigang suddenly said in a hoarse voice: "Mom, she has been wandering around the village for so long. It seems that she has made up her mind this time and has found a good home."

He paused and swallowed in humiliation. Then he said: "You can't keep people anymore. You must hide the money and don't let her take it away."

After Song Zhigang finished speaking, he fell back as if he was exhausted, and let the back of his head hit the kang with a thud.

Mrs. Song's face was full of dejection. She was exhausted physically and mentally from the repeated blows these days. The whole family was relying on her to support her. What happened just now made her feel that it would be better to follow the old man as soon as possible. Very good.

She didn't care when Song Zhigang fell on the kang. She silently picked up the cigarette bag from the top of the kang and started filling it with dry cigarettes.

Before he could order it and take a sip, Song Tianci, who was sleeping in the east room, woke up and started crying.

Mrs. Song sighed, placed the pipe heavily on the kang, hunched over, and went to the east room to coax her grandson.

Two lines of tears fell from the corners of Song Zhigang's eyes, across his temples, and disappeared into his hair.

In this era, the love of most people is not the sweet words on the lips, nor the rings and necklaces on the hands and necks.

But when I go home, I have food to eat, and when I chop firewood, I have a man to work with.

A life like men farming and women weaving is a portrayal of love in most rural families.

Maybe it's a bit pretentious to say love, but Song Zhigang loved Ma Xijuan.

Even though Ma Xijuan didn't get pregnant again for more than six years after giving birth to two daughters, he never thought about changing his wife.

You know, the fine for having more than one child is more expensive than marrying a wife.

Such a cruel and stubborn person raised his arms to cover his face, his chest heaved violently, and he let out a rare suppressed sob.

Ma Xijuan used wooden boards to build a simple bed in the side room, and she planned to sleep here these days.

She was afraid that the two women who came to the house would harm her while she was asleep in the middle of the night.

He took a sickle and put it next to him, and lay down weakly, hoping that the man would keep his word, go home, prepare the betrothal gift, and pick him up soon.