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

After settling Bai Yuanyuan's matter, Song Pan'er felt relieved and started to work on her own affairs.

Editor Zhou Wen has sent several letters urging her to write an outline for her next work.

Song Pan'er was still delaying her reply. She finished "Puppies Returning Home 2" quickly in the past two days before starting to think about her next work.

Watching Yan Bin's football match last time gave Song Pan'er some inspiration.

Touching youth, passionate young people, and a stadium that never gives up, it sounds so exciting.

She plans to use football as the theme and Yan Bin as the prototype to write a story about a football boy pursuing his dream.

I drafted a preliminary outline and sent it to Zhou Wen together with the remaining manuscripts of "Puppy Returns 2".

Beginning in early July, the weather began to show abnormalities.

Normally it rains once every ten days and a half, but as soon as July entered, it rained twice in succession.

Song Pan'er went to Jinxiu Manor in the rain today. The two families had moved all their things away, leaving only an empty house.

I have done some general cleaning, and I don’t plan to buy anything else. I will just wait for the price to increase in the future.

Song Pan'er sealed the sewers with plastic, took the keys and went home.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and I went through final exams, praises, and holiday homework again.

Then it’s summer vacation.

The teacher had just announced the holiday, and the beasts that came out of their cages exploded in an instant.

"Yan Bin!"

Song Paner stopped Yan Bin who jumped up to run.

"come here!"

Yan Bin suddenly braked and strode over.

"I'll give you a gift. I'll open it in ten days."

Song Pan'er pointed to the large cardboard box on the seat and motioned for Yan Bin to move it away.

Yan Bin went to pick it up with one hand, but he almost couldn't carry it, his face was full of surprise.

"Damn, why is it so heavy? What's inside?"

Li Rui also came over curiously, but Song Pan'er pulled her away and said in a pretentious manner:

"Secret, you can open it after ten days."

As for Li Rui, her family lives in the city and has street management. She will definitely starve to death. She is not within the scope of Song Paner's need for help.

Song Pan'er didn't know at this time that her mysterious gift would solve the boss's problem for Yan Bin and his family.

The flood was so great that the drainage ditches in the countryside were blocked, and the water level rose to an adult's waist.

Someone had no food at home and risked wading into the water to buy rice and noodles, but was electrocuted to death.

Yan Bin's mother was so frightened that she tightly dragged Yan Baosheng, who wanted to go out to look for food for his wife and children. She was deeply afraid that a caregiver would not see him and go out to take risks.

The three of them braved the rain and pulled out all the green vegetables that had soaked in the flood water in the yard. The family drank green vegetable soup every day.

Yan Bin’s mother was extremely angry that she didn’t have the habit of preparing rice noodles.

Usually there is a big market in the village, and it is very convenient for her to buy rice and noodles. She buys a small bag every time, which is enough for ten days and a half month.

This time she was particularly unlucky, as she had the last bit of rice and noodles left, and she hadn't had time to buy new ones.

The food reserves at home only lasted three days and then bottomed out.

Yan Bin's mother sighed when she looked at her hungry, wilted son. What should we do?

The neighbors around here all have the same habits as her. No one has much food stored, and they can't borrow it even if they want to.

Yan Bin is hungry! He can no longer read even his favorite martial arts novel, "The Ghost Hand Hero".

A pair of eyes looked everywhere, hoping to divert attention.

Then he scanned the big cardboard box Song Pan'er gave him.

After all, it's been almost ten days, right?

Yan Bin couldn't count the days, so he carried the box to the kang and opened it carefully.

The aroma hit his nostrils, and inside was a big bag of camellia noodles, which made Yan Bin's eyes shine.

He quickly called his parents over.

While the whole family talked about Song Paner's good deeds, each person drank two large bowls of oil tea noodles.

Song Pan'er, who was several miles away, sneezed several times.

"Who is talking about me?"

Song Pan'er muttered, rubbed her nose, and continued writing her "Football Boy".

Mrs. Qian put down the red beans she was picking, raised her head and said, "It's not your Uncle Cheng and the others who are still thinking about us, right?"

It has been more than a week since the two returned to the village, and the heavy rain outside the house has not stopped. The water level in the village has reached up to the knees.

Yesterday, Yang Cheng came to her house in the rain to see if they were short of food.

When he came here, he saw that the young life of the grandfather and grandson was quite nourishing.

There is no shortage of rice, flour, grain, oil, meat, vegetables, and firewood.

My family still drinks the yellowish well water, and the grandfather and grandson still use clean water without any impurities.

After being stuffed with a large bag of bean bags, Yang Cheng went home relieved.

Mrs. Qian has been bored in the house recently, and every day she makes trouble with the bag of white flour that Song Paner bought, either making bean buns or steamed buns.

Song Pan'er was a little scared. When Yang Cheng left, she quickly forced him to give him a big bag.

"Milk, I want to eat corn and chicken cake tonight!"

Song Paner was afraid of her breasts and asked her to eat bean buns, so she quickly ordered the menu

The corn grown in the corner of the house was already ripe, and Song Pan'er set her sights on the sticks of green corn as soon as she got home.

Mrs. Qian: "Okay, I want to eat the milk too! We both gave it to it today, and I'll give you a few more to Liu Nai's house."

After putting away the picked red beans, Mrs. Qian quickly went to the ground to cook.

In the river bank not far from the yard, floodwaters were roaring forward, and the water level was still rising slowly.

Mrs. Qian was lighting the stove and cooking corn in the outer room. She looked thoughtfully at the high threshold of the home and the pile of coal in the east room.

Her granddaughter must be protected by Xian'er. All these random things are useful, as if they were specially prepared for this flood.

She just heard Mrs. Liu next door complaining about water entering the house, and even Liu Fugen was helping to scoop out the water.

As for the high threshold of my home, I don't have to worry about floods entering the house.

But it's not a good thing to let the gods keep an eye on her granddaughter to bless her. When she gets the chance, she has to find a fortune teller to tell her granddaughter's fortune and break her luck.

She, Qian Guifen's granddaughter, would not let anything be taken away from her, not even gods.

Song Pan'er couldn't help but feel very funny when she saw her breasts gurgle and she didn't know who she was scolding.

After writing a novel for a day, my waist was sore from sitting down. Song Paner stretched her waist and asked Panpan to play in the water in the yard.

In fact, there is nothing to play in. The water is very turbid and far less clear than the small river in the Hetao before the flooding, which is good for playing.

After watching Panpan's dog pawing for a while, Song Pan'er stepped on the ladder and climbed up the wall in boredom.

Looking into the distance, the water in the Hetao has almost overflowed the slopes on both sides.

The usually crystal clear small river has disappeared, and the water surface has widened a lot.

A lot of wood washed down from the mountain floated forward along with the flood.

On the water, there were pots, pans, etc. that had rushed out of someone's house. All kinds of household items were also swept forward by the flood.

"You're such a naughty kid, why are you climbing on the wall? The corn is ready, come down and eat it."

Mrs. Qian came out wearing boots, holding a piece of corn with chopsticks in her hand.

"Nai, I don't know whose house was washed down. There are still clothes and boxes floating on the water over there!"

Song Paner pointed to the river in the distance and said to her mother.