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

At around nine o'clock in the morning, Mrs. Song was still lying in bed and did not get up.

Song Pan'er cooked the rice and put it on the kang, but she didn't get up to eat.

Song Pan'er was a little puzzled. Is this because she was frustrated? What's wrong? Are you sick again?

This is not okay. The scene of filling the urinal with her milk last time was immediately apparent. Song Paner shuddered.

"Grandma? Let me take you to see my dad!" Song Pan'er suppressed her psychological discomfort and called out this grandma.

"What? Really?" Mrs. Song suddenly sat up, her voice hoarse, her face full of urgency.

"Well, get up and we'll leave after dinner. We have to stay in a hotel for one night. Bring some extra money and your ID card. I don't know if you need to use it."

"You bitch, let me tell you, I wasn't the one who betrayed you last time. Don't run away by yourself this time. If someone takes you away again, I won't be able to spare you." Mrs. Song, who had hope, immediately recovered. Got that annoying look.

"..."

Song Pan'er ignored her, took her rice bowl and went to the outhouse to eat.

After the two of them finished eating and packing, they took the noon train to the city.

The conductor on the bus had been carrying Mrs. Song on his back, winking at Song Pan'er, as if to say: "Why is your grandma riding with you? What happened? What happened? Tell me, sister, help you... ..”

Song Pan'er could only smile reassuringly and explain to her next time!

This time Song Pan'er did not cause any trouble, and the grandfather and grandson arrived at the suburban prison smoothly.

But Mrs. Song started crying when she arrived at the prison gate. The police who received her made a fuss and comforted her for a long time. They didn't meet Song Zhigang until it was almost past the reception time.

"Gangzi! My son! How are you doing in there? When can you go home? Oh, my son~" When Mrs. Song saw Song Zhigang appearing behind the glass window, she patted the glass and opened the door. howl.

"Family members, calm down. Pick up the phone and say into the phone that you can only hear it from inside. You only have ten minutes, hurry up." The prison guard who brought them in left a message, opened the door and went out.

Song Pan'er picked up the phone and put it to her baby's ear. The old woman and her son were already palming each other through the glass. She didn't listen to the prison guard's words at all.

"Gangzi, Gangzi, when are you going home! That Mrs. Liu and her son next to our house bullied mom again yesterday, when are you going to come out? Oh, let me tell you, mom misses you. ..”

"Mom, why did you come here?" Song Zhigang had short hair and wore loose prison clothes. He looked like he had lost a lot of weight.

"You damn bastard brought me here. Gangzi, why have you lost so much weight? They won't feed you inside?" Mrs. Song touched Song Zhigang's face through the glass.

"No, there is food to eat. Mom, did Juanzi call?"

Song Zhigang seemed to be talking less.

"Oh~ By the way, Juanzi called. She is pregnant with a boy. Son, our family is about to have a baby."

This was the only good news that Mrs. Song had received these days, and she felt happy just thinking about it. She patted the glass excitedly and shared this happy news with her son.

"Really?" Song Zhigang was so ecstatic that he suddenly stood up and threw himself in front of the glass window. The chair under him moved with a creaking sound.

"Isn't it true? Our Huang Daxian has appeared. I just finished worshiping on my front feet. Within a few days, your wife called and said that she had someone check it out and she was pregnant with a boy."

"I have a son, haha!"

Song Zhigang started to spin around in circles in excitement. The prison guards kept watching him from the door window, fearing that he would do something extreme.

"No, I have to fight for a reduced sentence. Juanzi will be born in August or September next year. I have to go out first, otherwise I won't be able to catch up with the birth of my son."

Song Zhigang was circling, mumbling and calculating, until the prison guard knocked on the door with an electric baton and reminded him: "Sit down and go back to the cell if you have nothing to say."

Song Pan'er looked at the ecstatic Song Zhigang with cold eyes, her heart still. Her father disgusted her as always.

She wanted to take a good look at how good Song Zhigang's beloved son could be to him. In his previous life, Song Tianci had beaten his father and scolded his mother at the age of three. When he was in school, he was constantly getting into trouble and was a bastard.

"Mom, call Juanzi and tell her not to be afraid of spending money and eat more good food. When I go out, I will go find her."

Song Zhigang thought about it again and said, "Liu Qiang's family, please don't talk to them for now, wait for me to go out."

"The time has come, 5308 returns to prison."

It wasn't until Song Zhigang's back disappeared from behind the door that Mrs. Song reluctantly threw away the microphone.

Song Pan'er, on the other hand, was just the opposite, as calm as an outsider. Song Zhigang didn't even look at her from beginning to end, and Song Pan'er didn't care at all.