By the time everyone was sent away, it was already dark.

Fortunately, Yang Xue and her mother brought dinner to Song Pan'er, so she wouldn't have to go hungry.

In the dead of night, a figure wandered towards the root of the mountain. After a while, he stopped in front of the Song family yard.

Song Pan'er turned on the flashlight and shined it into the courtyard.

The four Beijing flats that were once bright and spacious have now been burned down to only a frame, standing in the dark night like a big cannibal skeleton.

There were collapsed pig pens, missing donkey food troughs, dented steps, and signs of being beaten and smashed everywhere in the yard.

Song Pan'er didn't take a closer look, carefully kicked open the broken pot blocking the door to the upper room, and walked in with ease.

But she was disappointed. All the wooden furniture in the house had been burned. The cupboard she was looking for and the wardrobe where Mrs. Song hid her money were left with only a pile of ashes.

Song Pan'er looked around again to make sure that nothing was left in the house. She bit her lip and thought about it, then walked towards the vegetable garden in the front yard.

She was stunned as soon as she arrived. She saw that the jar used by Mrs. Song to hide money had been dug out and placed on the ground. There was nothing in it.

Song Pan'er squatted down and pulled away the pile of soil next to it. It was quite damp, and it looked like it had just been dug out not long ago.

who is it? Song Pan'er frowned slightly.

It couldn't be someone from the village. Even Ma Xijuan didn't know this place before.

Could it be that Ma Xijuan is back? No, Song Paner used a flashlight to shine on the messy footprints around her. These were not the footprints of an adult.

Song Pan'er's brows furrowed even more tightly. The sound of a night owl came from the distant mountains. It was so gloomy and desolate that Song Pan'er shivered.

The answer seemed to be blurting out, but Song Pan'er couldn't figure out how eight-year-old Song Tianci knew where the jar was buried? Could it be that Song Zhigang left him a suicide note?

This is possible, what a good father! He kicked away the lid of the bowl next to him, turned around and left.

Song Pan'er returned without success. She didn't find the agreement to sell firewood, and she didn't know whether it was burned or taken away. She was in a bad mood and didn't even have the mood to catch up on sleep. Early the next morning I took the car directly to the countryside.

She planned to ask about her bonus and cancel her subsistence allowance! Anyway, no one from the Song family is receiving money.

But unexpectedly, someone was actually collecting the subsistence allowance for her mother, and they had just collected it yesterday.

After listening to the clerk's description, Song Tianci's appearance as a beast appeared in Song Pan'er's mind.

Still applying to revoke her status as a five-guarantee household, Song Paner walked out of the township government* gate with worries.

He scratched his hair irritably, this little beast was really haunted. The day before yesterday, Yan Bin said that Zheng Daqiang did not hire anyone to steal his exam bag, and neither did Ren Mei. Thinking about it this way, the person who robbed her pencil bag that day really looked like that little beast.

I don’t know what Song Zhigang told him, but he came out to take revenge on me just three pieces of tofu high. He's a bitch, he's really a born bad guy, he's just as annoying as he was in his last life.

At this time, although Song Pan'er did not guess that Song Tianci was reborn, she finally began to notice this enemy hiding in the dark.

When she returned to the city, she went to the orphanage. In that dilapidated yard, I saw Song Tianci getting into a ball with others for a steamed bun.

Song Pan'er didn't come forward. She called a tall boy over, gave him a hundred yuan, and told him that if she heard that Song Tianci had broken his arm the next time she came to the orphanage, she would give the little boy three more yuan. One hundred yuan, and one thousand yuan will be given if both arms are broken.

Song Pan'er stared coldly at Song Tianci who was stuffing steamed buns into his mouth. Regardless of whether you did it or not, this time I will treat it as repaying the debt you owed me in my previous life. From now on, we will settle the matter again.

The moment she turned to leave, Song Tianci looked up at the entrance of the courtyard as if feeling something, but he only saw a piece of white skirt hidden behind the wooden door.

......

Mrs. Qian is very busy recently. She will soon go to Beijing to accompany her to study. The photos her eldest granddaughter took of her with Tiananmen Square and the Great Wall have not yet had time to show off to other old ladies. In the past few days, she sat in the small square every day, and she would show off to others when they came.

Everyone was happy to support her. While praising her for being lucky, they secretly inquired about Song Paner's study methods and what time she went to bed at night. Have you signed up for a cram school? Can I give one of the notebooks I wrote at home to my granddaughter and grandson...

But they were destined to be disappointed. Song Paner's notebooks had already been reserved by Yang Xue.

Half a month has passed by and school is finally about to start.

Song Pan'er was not with Yan Bin and the others. She and her grandmother came to the capital two days in advance. So when Song Pan'er picked them up at the train station, Li Rui scolded Song Pan'er for not being interesting enough and abandoned her.

"You're being unreasonable and I'm here to pick you up. Isn't that interesting enough?" Song Pan'er gestured to return the bag in her hand.

"Hmph, you can hold this for me too!" Li Rui proudly threw the schoolbag she was carrying behind her back to Song Pan'er and walked forward easily.

Heizi couldn't stand it anymore and shouted: "Li Rui, just be a human being!"

Yan Bin took the schoolbag from Song Paner's hand in a funny way and carried it in his hand.

......

The luggage of the three of them has been mailed to the school, and there is no more burden. They discussed sending Li Rui to report to the school first.

Banners welcoming new students were everywhere outside the station. A few people found the Jingshi Foreign Studies University car and got on it.

Their schools are not far away. Yan Bin and Heizi went to the same school, Beijing Polytechnic, one majoring in computer science and the other majoring in marketing.

At the end of most of the day, several people had successfully completed their registration. Only Song Pan'er, the first to come to Beijing, had not yet registered.

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