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

Song Pan'er twisted her body and said "Humph" again.

"Well, if I don't have a house to live in when I turn thirty, then you can give me the house, okay?" Song Lai'er had no choice but to pull Song Pan'er's shoulder, trying to retreat in order to advance.

"As you wish!"

Although Song Pan'er wasn't ready to come over yet, she didn't want to go against her sister's wishes.

For the first time, there were differences between the two sisters. When they both lay down on the bed and prepared to sleep, the atmosphere between the two was still a bit subtle.

In the dark night, Song Lai'er suddenly said, "I have known that I am not my biological child since I was a child. Although they have been very good to me, letting me go to school, giving me food and clothing, they have always reminded me that these are conditional. of."

Song Pan'er's heart tightened, and she slowly turned around to face Song Lai'er.

"When my mother sews a coat for me, she will say, when your parents get old, you will also sew clothes for your parents to wear; when eating, she will say, when your parents get old, you will also have to cook for us. Eat; when she sent me to school, she told me not to study hard, but to tell me that when she sent you to study, you should be grateful and learn more about how to be filial to your parents."

"Actually, the moment I heard them climbing off the cliff, I was quite human and I wasn't very sad. I suddenly felt so relaxed at that time, and the mountain of kindness that was weighing on my heart was lifted."

Song Lai'er had suppressed her emotions for many years, and she spoke in the dark, which made Song Pan'er wet her pillow.

"It's me...no, I'm sorry! I shouldn't...should have hurt you..." Song Pan'er burst into tears.

"What's there to be sorry for? Isn't this much better than being sold to be buried by others!" Song Lai'er saw that her sister was crying, and quickly comforted her, "This is normal. They raise children to protect themselves from old age. It's me. Too sensitive."

"Ugh, it's not that they are sensitive, it's that they are too bad. The address they left for me at that time was also fake. They didn't have good intentions."

"I'm not stupid! Are you helping you raise your sister for free? They are kind to me, but I am ungrateful."

Kind-hearted people are always torn between hating them for using their kindness as a binding rope and being grateful to them for raising her up. Song Laier has been struggling repeatedly between complaining and self-examination.

"No... no..." Song Pan'er hugged Song Lai'er, "You are not wrong at all. It is them and... me who are wrong. They are human traffickers, and I... .I am an accomplice of human traffickers.”

Her relatives had been wronged, and Song Pan'er magnified the grievance infinitely, and now she even started to hate herself.

After confiding the anguish that had been suppressed in her heart for so many years, Song Lai'er felt much more comfortable, and gently patted Song Pan'er's back, "Okay, it's not that serious. Sister, haven't you grown up well?"

"It's all because I don't know people well and entrusted you to these two treacherous guys, which made it almost impossible for us to meet each other."

"Okay, I want to tell you that the education I received since I was a child does not allow me to get something for nothing. I am not used to this kind of gift that does not require repayment." Song Lai'er looked into Song Pan'er's eyes , asked carefully:

"Can you forgive your sister now?"

Song Pan'er didn't have any temper at all. She cried like a tearful person and shook her head again and again.

"You don't need my forgiveness. You're right. It's my fault. I won't say anything anymore. I'll listen to you." The arm holding Song Lai'er tightened again.

"Okay, it's settled." Song Lai'er nuzzled into her arms.

"Ah."

The conflict was resolved, the two sisters reconciled, and slept in each other's arms.

The only consequence of this small friction was that Song Paner had to go through the transfer procedures the next day with swollen eyes.

Song Pan'er didn't plan to repair the newly purchased yard, so she wanted it to remain as it was. However, she returned all the antiques in the darkroom to the Summer Palace, which was safer. There were security guards patrolling the place 24 hours a day. I heard that cameras would be installed in the park recently.

Here in the courtyard, except for the higher walls, there are no safety measures. The dark room was a small compartment between the main room and the side room. If anyone knew there was a treasure there, he could sneak in in the middle of the night and hit the wall with a few hammers, and the wall would be broken.

Moreover, the most important thing is that I live in Yiheju and can watch it under my nose, so I can feel at ease.

In the underground collection room of the Yihe Residence, Mrs. Qian held the walnuts given to her by Song Pan'er and looked at the antiques in the box one by one.

"Granddaughter, what are you doing with these tattered clothes? Is it for wrapping a baby?" Mrs. Qian put the walnuts aside, picked up the cassock, and tried to wrap it around the outside of the box.

Song Pan'er was holding a magnifying glass and learning to appreciate the carvings on the white jade ring finger. Wenyan glanced over and said casually: "That is also an antique."

"Ah?" Mrs. Qian panicked and quickly tried to untie the dress from the box, but she made a mistake in the rush. The front of the cassock scraped against the lock of the box next to her, and the sound of tearing cloth could be heard.

Immediately afterwards, Mrs. Qian exclaimed loudly, "Oh my God!"

Song Pan'er was so frightened that her hands shook and she almost threw the ring.

"What's wrong?"

Mrs. Qian held the torn cassock with trembling hands and showed it to Song Pan'er.

"The baby got into trouble and scratched this baby." The old lady felt extremely distressed and touched the opening in her cassock, trying in vain to close it.

Song Pan'er put down her finger and hurried over to comfort her, "It's okay, this is not valuable, someone gave it to me."

"Oh, don't give me any excuses. What's going to happen?" Mrs. Qian hugged a cassock and screamed, stamping her feet.

"Milk, milf, listen to me, I really didn't lie to you."

Song Pan'er looked at her and didn't believe it, so she pulled out the cassock held by the old lady, threw it to the ground, and stepped on it a few times, "Look, this is really worthless."

"Really, really?" Mrs. Qian was dubious.

Song Pan'er was afraid that her mother would be frightened and fall ill, so she picked up the cassock on the ground and tore it hard along the split opening, tearing half of the front.

"Look, this is worth a lot of money, do I dare to tear it...? What the hell is this?" After Song Pan'er finished tearing it, she originally shook her cassock, wanting to prove to her that it was really an insignificant thing, but she didn't know that she was shaking Shaking, a large piece of yellow satin drooped out.

"Is this the lining?" Mrs. Qian also came over and helped Song Pan'er spread the cassock onto the stall.

Song Pan'er followed the torn hole and carefully pulled out the entire piece of silk.

This piece of satin is really not small, about two meters long, more than one meter and less than one and a half meters wide, bright yellow, woven with handwriting, and it looks like a scripture.