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

Liu Fugen's harvest in the past few days has been very good. He brought back two schoolbags of Daolengzi. He saw that the candy bags buried on the hillside were becoming more and more deflated, while the money bag was becoming more and more bulging.

Counting carefully, I have saved more than 200.

Song Pan'er, who was sleeping in front of the earth stove, almost laughed out loud in her dream.

And surprisingly, one day, Mrs. Song suddenly asked Song Paner to come to the table and have breakfast with her.

What's even more rare is that he hasn't glared at Song Pan'er since he woke up in the morning.

Song Pan'er ate her meal with great anxiety, feeling a little choked. This is so frightening that you might as well squat in front of the stove and eat it.

After eating, Mrs. Song finally revealed her plan.

Mrs. Song was illiterate and a roadie. I have never been to a large market in the countryside, let alone the city.

In the past few days, she went to the streets and visited houses, and most people no longer respected her as before.

When she went to visit, they didn't even bring out peanuts and melon seeds to entertain her.

It must be because Gangzi went in and she doesn't have her son with her now.

Mrs. Song, who cried a lot at night, decided to go to the city prison today to visit her son. She missed Gangzi.

Song Pan'er was a little surprised when she heard Mrs. Song's plan. The prison was almost in the suburbs, and their bus only went as far as the bus terminal in the city center.

You have to transfer to bus for the rest of the way. It takes more than half a day to travel here and there. I’m afraid I won’t be able to catch the last bus back to the village at night!

Is she willing to take a taxi? Or stay in a hotel? That's not cheap.

Not to mention the village, whether the taxi is willing to come, even if it comes, it will cost a hundred yuan. They will need a round-trip fare, and they know the pick-up time of the bus. If it exceeds this time, their asking price will directly increase. times.

And what about staying in a hotel? Come to think of it, she doesn’t even know where there is a hotel, right?

If she were to go out, wouldn't this ignorant old lady have to listen to her in everything?

Is this, her breasts going to fall into her hands? Think about what to do if you have some heartbeat.

"Girl, I remember that you bought our sickle from the big market. We have been to the countryside, do you know how to get there in the city? Let's go see your dad today. How many days has it been? , see how he is doing. Kill the remaining chicken later and stew it for your dad to take with you."

Song Pan'er was used to seeing Mrs. Song being aloof and condescending, but now she was talking to her so peacefully, Song Pan'er was a little flattered.

"Ah, I know! Don't forget to bring some money for the ride. Then I'll go cook the chicken."

Mrs. Song was a little nervous about leaving her one-third of an acre of land, and she didn't notice the malicious smile on Song Pan'er's face.

After the chicken was stewed, Mrs. Song, who was walking on crutches, walked behind Song Pan'er for the first time.

Before reaching the entrance of the village, Song Pan'er started to get nervous.

"Give me the money first. There are a lot of thieves on the bus. It's easy to lose it if you buy a ticket and take money out when you are seen."

"Zhong, let me hold it for you. If five yuan is enough, don't lose it."

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, containing several ten-dollar bills and one five-dollar bill.

Song Pan'er is estimated to be in her sixties or seventies.

The two waited for almost twenty minutes before the bus finally arrived.

"Hey, kid, you..."

"Hey, this is my parent. My adults are taking me to the city today. Auntie, I'll give you the ticket money."

After interrupting the conductor, Song Pan'er got on the bus, quickly took out the ticket money, and stopped her questioning.

Mrs. Song, who was one step behind, was nervous. The bus was buzzing loudly, and she didn't hear what the conductor said clearly. She got on the bus, felt a little nervous and sat on the seat next to Song Pan'er.

From now on, she has to follow this girl closely.

After buying the ticket, Song Paner secretly wiped her sweat as she saw the conductor regaining his cold demeanor.

If Mrs. Song knew that she often went out by car, her plan to save money would be exposed. It would be too suspenseful! Sister conductor, isn't it good to be aloof all the time?

We were relatively speechless until we reached the terminal.

Looking at Mrs. Song who was following behind her step by step, Song Paner finally spoke.

"Give me ten yuan. I'll buy a ticket for going back first. We have to take the train at the station when we come back. We have to go to the lobby to buy tickets first."

"Ah? The conductor can't buy it?"

Mrs. Song didn't understand either. She was a little confused, but she had to take out her handkerchief to get the money. Now she could only listen to this kid's words.

"No, at the first stop in the city, you have to go to the lobby to buy a ticket. You have to check the ticket when you get on the bus. You won't be allowed to get on the bus without a ticket."

After taking the money from Mrs. Song, Song Pan'er said, "Just wait here for me." She turned around and ran away.

Mrs. Song didn't even react, couldn't keep up, she spun around twice angrily, couldn't hold back, and began to curse.

"This bitch who is suffering from the plague is running so fast. Why don't a car hit her and kill her?"

Song Pan'er, who was hiding around the corner in the distance, looked coldly at Mrs. Song who was cursing.

Hehe, don't rush to scold me. You still have money in your hand. I won't abandon you now.

"Okay, the tickets are bought, let's go!"

After leaving Mrs. Song alone for about ten minutes, Song Pan'er ran back, shook the ticket in her hand, ignored Mrs. Song's angry eyes, and took the lead to walk forward.

Mrs. Song, who was frightened and angry, had not yet calmed down. She followed and threatened:

"You damn bastard, if you keep running around, I'll sell you to the traffickers and sell you to the mountains."

Mrs. Song didn't notice at all that what Song Pan'er had just held was a ticket.

"I have to buy a ticket to the suburban prison later, how about you go?"

"..." Mrs. Song's face turned red from suppressing her emotions. This damn bastard really looked like he was leaning on her this time.

"You damn bastard, how much is the ticket to jail for those who are waiting to go home?"

"I don't know. I've never been there. Why don't you give me the handkerchief first? I'll give it back to you after we finish buying the tickets?"

With a hint of ill-intention, Song Pan'er asked tentatively.

Maybe it was because when she scolded Song Pan'er just now, the passers-by looked at her like they were crazy, which frightened Mrs. Song. Now she is a bit out of her mind and confused.

He actually gave away all the money.

Somewhat unnaturally, he grabbed Song Pan'er's hand. He couldn't let the little brat run around this time.

Song Pan'er took her milk and walked to the busiest street in the city center.

Mrs. Song didn't know the road, and she didn't know where to take the bus, so she could only let Song Pan'er wander around.

There are small shops and shopping malls on both sides of this road, selling clothes, food, and mobile phones. It was very lively with people coming and going.

When they walked to the entrance of a mobile phone store, the grandfather and grandson walked opposite each other with a little girl carrying a mobile phone bag.

The little girl was walking with her mobile phone and playing with her head down.

Song Pan'er finally found an opportunity, took Mrs. Song's hand, and rushed towards the man.