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

Things were not resolved satisfactorily.

The police* went out of their way to come in the middle of the night, but after questioning a circle of people, they found nothing.

Song Zhigang denied it, saying that he had been sleeping at home and his mother could testify for him.

Although Song Pan'er recognized that it was Song Zhigang, she didn't see the face after all, so she could only tell the police the truth.

This matter could not be filed due to insufficient evidence. Just let it go.

After this incident, the only change in the village was that Liu Qiang's family built a new house. It was not at the root of the original mountain, but was built next to Song Pan'er's house in the Hetao.

"Song Pan'er, have you finished eating? The car is almost here."

Early in the morning, Liu Fugen didn't mind the trouble and went to Song Pan'er's house to call her.

"Coming, coming." Song Pan'er put her schoolbag on her back, opened the door and ran out, Mrs. Qian's instructions came from behind her.

"Slow down, don't fall."

"I know, grandma, I'm going to school."

"Song Pan'er, my dad said you were my savior. When my family moves here, I will prepare a big banquet for you to thank you." Liu Fugen picked at the scab on his forehead and grinned.

"It doesn't matter whether you answer me or not, but can you please advise me not to behave like a cockfighting cock whenever I see you?"

Ever since Song Pan'er leaned on the wall and threw rocks at Mrs. Liu, she would always stay away from Mrs. Liu whenever she saw her and scolded her.

"Haha, my grandma told me that you have done your best, and she will stop scolding you in the future. Ah~" Liu Fugen picked at the scab, laughing and screaming.

Song Pan'er rolled her eyes helplessly and strode forward.

The two people's retreating figures looked like a fresh and sweet pastoral landscape painting in the breeze of July morning.

The name of the painting is, The sun is shining in the sky, the birds are chirping in the trees, and the baby is going to school with his schoolbag on his back.

Song Pan'er cherishes her time in elementary school very much. Now that she is about to enter junior high school, some of the people in front of her may never be seen again.

"Song Pan'er, this is my classmate list, please write it for me." A little girl in the class held a thick memory book and handed it to Song Pan'er.

"Okay, I'll give it to you after I finish writing it."

Song Pan'er has written dozens of copies recently, and each time she writes one, the sadness of parting becomes even more intense.

She has only been in this class for a short time, but almost everyone has shown kindness to her. Perhaps because her family has not paid attention to her since she was a child, these small kindnesses are very precious to her.

After the recess exercise, the students lined up to return to class.

Song Pan'er, who had just arrived in the classroom, found a cardboard box on her desk with a big bow tied on it.

Song Pan'er approached and picked up the card on it, just about to read it. Suddenly there was a thin humming sound from the box.

Song Pan'er opened her mouth and looked at the classmates next to her with a look of disbelief.

I threw away the card in my hand and started to unpack the box carefully.

The box was opened, and a palm-sized puppy, all milky white with only its ears and the tip of its tail being burnt yellow, was sniffing and crawling around in the box.

Song Pan'er stretched out her hand, then retracted it, then tentatively stretched out her two hands to take out the puppy.

"Wow! Where did the puppy come from? It's so small!" The surrounding students also came over, shouting in surprise and excitement.

She also wanted to know where the puppy came from and how it ended up on her table.

"What's written on this card? Song Pan'er, please read it to everyone!" The student next to him picked up the card that Song Pan'er threw aside and said curiously.

"Oh! Look! I'm not free!" Song Pan'er's eyes couldn't leave the little thing in her hand.

"Haha, look at Song Pan'er, does he look like he's holding a big piece of tofu? He's afraid of falling to the ground, and he doesn't dare to exert too much force for fear of crushing it, hahaha..."

Song Pan'er ignored the ridicule of her classmates and slowly put the puppy on her lap, protecting it with one hand and gently poking its nose and tapping her forehead with the other. She got carried away playing with it.

"Little one, I heard that you love small animals very much, so I, who is kind and handsome, have chosen a noble and lovely pastoral dog for you. I wish you a happy graduation from elementary school! Your eldest brother: Yan Bin." The monitor said strangely He read the card with a strange accent.

"Wow, it turned out to be a gift from Schoolmaster Yan~Song Pan'er, is he your brother? No wonder he always comes to you." The little girl looked so nymphomaniacal that the puppy didn't even care to look at it and snatched the card over. Look at it carefully. When I returned to my seat before class, I actually took it with me in my pocket.

Graduation is coming soon, and the teacher’s teaching tasks have been completed early. Teachers of various subjects only hand out a set of papers to the classroom for everyone to complete.

Then I sat at the back of the classroom, waiting to help the students answer their questions.

Song Pan'er has been focusing on the puppy in the desk for a long time. What is the rolling paper? I had long forgotten about it. I petted the puppy for a while and fed it some water. Before I knew it, it was time to get out of school.

"Song Pan'er, why are you holding a dog?" Liu Fugen asked curiously.

"Let me introduce it grandly. Its name is Panpan, my good friend."

"Pfft~ Isn't he just a local dog? And he introduced me grandly. She sounds like your sister. You two are both dogs, hahaha~"

After Liu Fugen finished laughing, he wanted to pull the dog's ears.

Song Pan'er didn't say anything, just stepped away and left.

What an unpleasant kid.