Chapter 3 Touching the bed in the middle of the night

He Qing's parents died not long after she was born, and her grandmother dragged her sick, and it was not easy to pull her up. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info waited until He Qing's college entrance examination was over, knowing that He Qing's score could go to the famous University of Minnesota in the country, she was completely relieved and left with relief. There is no savings at home, and even the money for the funeral is redeemed by everyone. Except for the money that has been spent, the rest is just enough for 1,000 yuan.

After all, He Qing's parents have been dead for too long, and the relationship has long faded. Grandma is also old, she can't go anywhere, and she has no contact with the people in the village for a long time. Therefore, when the old man died, only a few people came.

A thousand yuan is not too little.

She bought a ticket to the imperial capital after keeping the first seven days for her grandmother at home, and at that time there were still two months to leave school, so she went to work for two months of summer work, plus subsidies and student loans for extremely poor students, and she made do with school.

Leaving her hometown, in the imperial capital, I don't know if it was because of the golden, bright and huge coiling dragon pillar hovering over the Forbidden City, or because she gradually grew up, and He Qing's ability soared.

Correspondingly, her courage has gradually developed a little, although it can't be said that she is not shocked, but more or less, she can hold back and keep silent.

She used to be at home, and she could only vaguely see something different, or occasionally have a flash of inspiration: I can do this in this situation...... But there is no superfluous.

But after staying in the imperial capital for more than a year, she is like breaking the seal, and she often sees all kinds of ghosts, and sometimes she can see a faint shadow when people are doing funerals. I just read it, and I can't help but think about it every night...... Over time, she was very afraid of looking at herself, and it was enough for her to scare herself every day.

The rain outside the window finally stopped, and the sky began to darken.

He Qing just bought a large bag of reserve grain, and together with Yu Dandan, the two lazy cancers decided to deal with it at night.

While eating, she couldn't help but think about the female ghost she saw today, and her face turned pale while thinking about it, but after more than a year of exercise, she was much better, at least her face was pale and pale, and there was nothing else to do.

That female ghost has a strong grudge......

Although the rainy day is cloudy, but the thunder attribute anode, she dares to lie on the umbrella of the couple with a sense of resentment, which shows how deep the resentment is.

Think about it, on the black umbrella surface, the scarlet blood that only she could see was dripping down...... To tell the truth, sometimes He Qing himself admires himself, and he can still live until now without being scared to death. On the contrary, although I am a little unaccustomed to it now, I can get used to it most of the time......

However, Zhang Lingyan and Ling Ze are two well-known people in the school. Handsome men and beautiful women have always been the focus of gossip students' eyes, not to mention that Ling Ze is a potential stock from a poor family, but with excellent ability and self-motivation. Zhang Lingyan is a wealthy family and a beautiful white man. Whether it's a boy or a girl, both of them have the advantage of being chased by people's eyes.

How could two people who can be called the pride of the sky be entangled by a female ghost with such a deep grievance?

Moreover, during the day, He Qing's expression has been seen by the female ghost, and according to past experience, I can't tell when the female ghost will come......

Oh~ He Qing was excited, so let's hurry up and finish eating.

Sure enough, in the middle of the night, everyone in the dormitory fell asleep, and He Qing, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes inexplicably: the female ghost was sitting on the edge of the bed during the day.

This is an ordinary-looking woman, her short hair is dry and frizzy, she has never been well taken care of at first glance, her delicate face is slightly haggard, and she will not attract much attention when she walks in the crowd. His hands were stiff and rough, with large and small wounds and calluses, and he looked like a person who had done hard work.

She sat on the edge of the bed, and wisps of blood oozed from the joints of her limbs and trickled down, gradually spreading to He Qing's entire bed.

He Qing frowned unbearably.

Even though she knew that it was just an illusion she saw, and there was no blood dripping on the bed in reality, she still couldn't help but decide that she would dismantle them and wash them again tomorrow!

The female ghost saw her open eyes, and said excitedly and eagerly, "You can see me, don't you? Help me! Help me!"

As a new ghost, she was supported by resentment, once she couldn't control her emotions and was too excited, her body became more and more unable to maintain, and seeing that her body was about to change back to the way it was when she died, He Qing didn't want to look at it, so she quickly waved her hand and laid a small soundproof barrier - of course, this is something she was born with, and she still hasn't figured out where she learned it.

"Quiet, quiet!"

She covered her eyes in pain, she couldn't sleep well like this all the time, and she was going to get old after a long time......

But she had calmed down, and seeing that the ghost on the other side was not out of shape, she said in a slumped voice: "Hurry up, long story short, what is there to make it clear at once." ā€

The female ghost saw that a faint momentum on her body was about to burst out, and she couldn't care about being immersed in her resentment, so she quickly made it clear in a few words.

The story is very old-fashioned, but every time he hears a similar story, He Qing can't help but feel bored: Sooner or later, Dadan will destroy these disgusting men!

"My name is Zheng Mingcui, and I am from the same village as Ling Ze, but he is the only one in his family, his precious son, and I am an orphan whose parents have died. ā€

The female ghost said, touched her dry hair, and smiled sadly: "Do you think I don't look good?" Actually, I was only fifteen years old when I fell in love with Ling Ze, and at that time, my family was still there, and the food was good, which was rare and beautiful in our place. ā€

"But then, my family died. Because both parties were responsible, they only lost 100,000 yuan, and the 100,000 yuan at that time was still very useful, and I originally planned to use this money to study, but Ling Ze said that his family had no money for him to go to school anymore. ā€

"I was so stupid at that time," the female ghost, Zheng Mingcui, shed a line of blood and tears.

"At that time, I was in my second year of high school, and I dropped out of school for this. Then first gave Ling Ze the tuition fee for the university, the tuition fee is so expensive, almost 20,000 yuan, and living expenses, Ling Ze explained that he has a lot of schoolwork and can't go out to work, and I also give him living expenses every month. ā€

"100,000 yuan, so I can't get in and out, and I can't last long, so I rented a house and started working. ā€

"A year later, Ling Ze was promoted to a sophomore, and he began to learn to speculate in stocks, so he used all my savings, the money from my part-time job and the rest of the compensation, a total of more than 80,000 yuan. ā€

Stocks?

He Qing remembered that Ling Ze was indeed a figure in the finance department last year, and it is said that he earned tens of thousands of dollars by trading stocks, which is very remarkable for students. After all, in the novel, it is impossible for a small amount of money to enter the stock market and roll tens of millions in a few circles.

This matter has been vigorously spread for a while. I don't know how many students started to learn to speculate in stocks, and He Qing also wanted to speculate, but he didn't figure it out for a long time, so he simply forgot it.

It turns out that there is still an inside story?