Chapter 312

It almost scared me to death. I didn't find that I had opened the room. I just breathed out and suddenly stared and asked, "you say it again, who will be the president?"

"You!" Xiaodie took a big breath, and then showed a happy smile, not to mention how brilliant and charming.

I really doubt it's a dream. Although the northern branch has few people, it is also full of talents. Even bastards like yuan Qingyun have enough qualifications to be president. Man, why did you jump the grade in just ten days? What did the Dean like about me and treat me so well?

He pinched his palm hard. Oh, it hurts. It's not a dream.

Man, you have reached the peak of your life before you graduate from university. What can be more happy and exciting than this?

I couldn't restrain my joy. I came forward and hugged Xiaodie. Zhao Jingnan just came out of the toilet, covered his face and shouted, "the president is playing a rogue!"

Xiaodie also struggled with fear, and covered my mouth with her hand for fear that I might take her another first kiss.

After breakfast, we went to the branch immediately. Xiaodie read out the letter of appointment of the president in public. Yuan Qingyun and several elders showed jealousy and dissatisfaction. Obviously, they also wanted to compete for the president, but they were defeated by me. Others looked calm, but I could see that few really convinced me to be president.

When I became president, Xiaodie and Zhao Jingnan were upgraded, and the branch affairs were still handed over to them. Chen Ziyun's application for joining was also approved, so I appointed her as the director of the case center, which is an important department for handling cases. In other words, it is the military aircraft department. She forms an iron triangle with Xiaodie and Zhao Jingnan, so that she can firmly control the power of the whole branch.

Yuan Qingyun's unconvinced old guys can only stare and have no temper. And soon the college will send a group of graduated students. Even if they kick their children, friends are available. They don't have to bird them at all.

Since Yu Mulong's incident, the whole Yanghu lake has suddenly calmed down a lot. Bian Ying has a special person responsible for tracking down the whereabouts. Someone is watching the wind demon king. Everything is arranged in the hands of the iron triangle. I, the president, can continue to go to class at leisure.

Who knows, after a few days of leisure, I received a call from my father saying that my three aunts were dead and asked me to come back to the funeral. Without saying a word, I asked Mr. Tang for a few days off and hurried back to my hometown.

Speaking of this third aunt, it's not a direct line, but a hall aunt. But the third uncle had the best relationship with my father. He treated me like a son since childhood. I remember when I was a child, every time I went back to my hometown, my third aunt would hold me to go to temple fairs, buy candy people and toys, and a lot of things I like.

At that time, the living conditions in the countryside were poor, the third uncle lived very tight, and his children were not willing to spend money, but I was never stingy. In my heart, she was really closer than my aunt.

Our family now lives in Lincheng city. Our hometown is a rural area at the junction of Henan and Hebei, called Wangbei village. My parents have returned to my hometown. After I got off the train, I took a taxi directly.

It was evening when I got to the village. My father was discussing things with my third uncle, and my mother picked me up at the entrance of the village. Then he took it to the third uncle's house, put on a filial hat and sent it to the mourning shed. According to the rules, I'm not a direct nephew. I don't have to wake before the day of burial, but it's my own will. I haven't seen my third aunt for a long time. In these days, I want to do my last filial piety.

The third uncle has a son and a daughter, two years younger than me. We haven't met for a long time. However, under the mourning shed, cousin Qin Ziqi just nodded at me, but cousin Qin Zihang turned his mouth, tilted his head to one side and refused to pay attention to me. I don't mind, because they have been jealous since childhood. My three aunts bought me things without their share, so they have never had a good relationship with me.

I sat down beside them and saw the coffin. I couldn't help but feel sad and shed tears.

I really want to enter a dream. See you again. But the third aunt left last night. She must be in the hell at the moment. She can only wait three days. Although we all know that the first seven soul returning night, there is a saying of three-day soul returning in our local area, and we have to "send souls" to the entrance of the village that night.

I don't think it's groundless. I'll come back in three days. Then we'll have a chance to meet.

It was cold at night in the autumn mountain village. I only wore a shirt. I came in a hurry and didn't bring my coat. My mother loved me and told me to go back to bed. As a result, Qin Zihang said coldly that your three aunts were so close to you that they didn't keep it all night. What a white eyed wolf.

I didn't intend to go back to the house at all, so I waved to my mother. Mom didn't know where to find a coat and put it on me.

There are several cousins under the mourning shed, but they don't have much contact with me. They can't help but give birth to points, and no one pays attention to me. And the demon knows what's wrong. He hasn't woke up after sleeping for so long. I have only one person staring at the coffin in a daze.

At eleven o'clock, a man in his fifties came. I knew him. He was Qin Zihang's uncle, that is, the brother of the third aunt. He turned out to be a rural Mr. Yin and Yang. Come and tell us that the incense before the spirit can't be cut off, and wild cats and dogs can't let them close to the coffin. After leaving the two bottles of Baijiu, we drank two warm bodies at night.

Wild cats and dogs are spiritual animals. If they are close to the coffin, the dead body is most likely to cheat if stimulated. There are many theories that incense cannot be broken, but I think incense is a kind of sacrifice to the dead, so it cannot be broken.

Soon into the early morning, I closed my eyes and took a nap, because I couldn't see Qin Zihang, who was heartless and heartless. I drank with my cousin and played with my mobile phone. Your mother died. You're such a bastard. You're still in the mood to play with your mobile phone!

More than that, the bastard and his cousin whispered something and giggled. However, in their laughter, they only heard a cat cry under the silent mourning shed.

I immediately opened my eyes, and the four of them closed their mouths and looked around nervously.

A 200 Watt light bulb was installed under the mourning shed. It was as bright as day, but no one could see where the cat was.

Qin Zihang relaxed their vigilance and picked up their mobile phone. At this time, there was another cat cry. Very clear, as if from under the coffin.

But the coffin was overhead and empty below.

Qin Zihang looked at each other, then turned to me. Qin Zihang didn't have a good way: "are you playing tricks?"

As soon as the voice fell, I heard the sound of "click... Click" from the coffin. It's like someone is chewing, maybe someone is picking the coffin with his nails. In this silent night, the voice is unspeakable and frightening!