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

On Wednesday, monthly exams will be held for each grade in the school.

Song Pan'er, who has been studying for more than a month, is facing her first exam in this life.

Bai Yuanyuan walked slowly through each row of desks, looking at this and that. These monkeys were either scratching their ears or scratching their cheeks. There were only three or five students in the entire classroom, all answering questions.

I walked to Song Pan'er's desk and took a closer look. Hey, this little girl has finished answering the paper soon. She glanced over and found that she got the answer right.

He touched Song Pan'er's head again, and then continued to wander around.

The school is still very humane. After the exams, the students who had been suffering for a long time were given a half-day holiday.

Not to mention for the moment, Bai Yuanyuan was both happy and worried when she judged the papers in the afternoon.

With half a day off, Song Paner was going to go shopping in the antique street. She wanted to see if the vendor had started setting up a stall now, and whether the treasure of the stall, Ruyi, was now being sold on the stall.

The conductor already knew Song Pan'er, so he didn't have to go all the way to open the door and ask if he wanted to take the train. Now he stopped directly in front of Song Pan'er, opened the door and waited for her to get in the car.

"Little girl, are you going to the city again? You are always alone, what are you doing in the city?" the conductor asked after taking Song Paner's ticket money.

She was quite curious. This little girl's family should live in Huaishu Village. She was dressed in rags. It was unusual for her to go to school every day by car. She would also go to the city by car every three days, dragging a big bag. The fare is not cheap either. What is going on with her?

"Auntie, I'm going to the city to earn my fare and tuition fees."

"Huh? Your family won't give you any money?"

"If I don't, my grandma said she won't give me a penny, or I won't go to school."

"Hey, how can you, a kid like you, make money in the city?" The driver didn't hold back and asked.

"Uncle, I'm going to pick up rags. It's enough for me to buy pens and books."

I dare not say that she is selling snacks for fear of scaring them. To them, it was unbelievable for a six-year-old to do business.

"Does your family know? It was your grandma who was riding with you that time, right? Were you two picking up rags together?" the conductor then asked.

"It's my grandma. She didn't pick up rags with me. She didn't know that I went to the city to earn tuition and fees."

After thinking for a while, Song Pan'er continued: "If she knew I had money to ride in the car, she would take the money away. My mother is about to give birth to a little brother, and they will keep it to give my brother a wife."

"Oh, you are so patriarchal! Isn't this child abuse?"

The conductor said angrily. She saw that something was wrong with this little girl. She was a pretty girl, but her clothes were so shabby that her cotton shoes were full of holes.

After Song Pan'er spared no effort to destroy it, the Song family's bad reputation spread even further.

When Song Paner got out of the car, the two people in the car were still discussing.

Conductor: "This child is so pitiful. With such a family, we won't charge her any money for riding in the future."

Driver: "Hey, look at how many people are gasping for air in this car every day besides the two of us? If you don't charge that kid, why don't we drink the northwest wind?"

Conductor: "I've never had the pleasure of being with you. Every day I follow the train and it bumps me. When I go to sleep at night, I feel like I'm a spring, still dangling all the time."

The antique street is not very lively. Pedestrians passing by the stalls in twos and threes just glance at them casually and pass by.

Huang Baohua rubbed his hands in boredom, secretly thinking about which village he would go to collect old things tomorrow, while scanning the passers-by to see if there was anyone taking advantage of him.

The stalls in front of me were in a mess, with everything including copper coins, snuff bottles, wine glasses, various jade pendants, Pixiu... all kinds of things.

The Yu Ruyi that Song Paner longed for was performing the task of pressing the spread.