When the Female Protagonist Travels To the Male Frequency Text

    This is an ordinary small city in modern times.

    When Jiang You woke up, the first thing she saw was the seat with the advertisement of a certain gynecological hospital. She looked left and right and found that she was sitting in a car that did not know where it was going. on the car.

    Jiang You was sitting in the second row from the left, just in front of the car door, she couldn't see if there was anyone behind, anyway, there was no one in front.

      The windows were all open, the strong wind was blowing in, and the air inside the car was very good.

    "Hello? I'm almost there, right away! Master, stop at Liangjia Village in front!"

    Jiang You heard the phone ringing from behind, and then a woman in trousers and long sleeves picked it up. After saying a few words, she hung up.

    Outside the car are green wheat fields, is it in the countryside?

    The white cat was sitting on the seat next to Jiang You. The seat did not know what had happened. The cloth that was wrapped outside was slightly stained. The white cat was very concerned about it and stood on the seat, refused to sit down.

    Jiang You looked down at his phone, it was half past eleven.

    "Give me the memory." Jiang You knew that this world was the end of the world, even though it is peaceful now, disasters may occur at any time.

    The white cat nodded, Jiang You closed his eyes slightly, as if he was asleep.

    The original owner's name is also Jiang You, 19 years old this year, an ordinary first-year undergraduate student who lives in Liangjia Village. She returned to the village today to attend her aunt's funeral.

    But this time, she experienced a painful disaster that she will never forget in her life.

    This is the end of mankind, and the shadow of death hangs over the head of mankind.

    It started with the birth of a box.

    The box was discovered during an inspection by a famous foreign geologist. At first, I thought it was a tin box thrown away by others. The pattern, after careful study, found that the box has spent thousands of years.

    Only from the casting method of the box, it is really not like the technology that existed thousands of years ago. Many people have speculated that this is from aliens, so a bunch of foreign people who like to explore (death) try to open the box in various ways. opened.

    Jiang You frowned slightly, "What's going on, there is only the outline of the story, there is no male protagonist and wishes, and there is no mention of what happened in the end times?"

    As she spoke, she put the phone to her ear, as if she was chatting with someone.

    The original owner has very little memory, because the original owner died very early, and even the original owner did not know how he died.

    The white cat shook his head, "You are no longer a newcomer, and there are no hints. Only after you meet the male lead will you know who the male lead is, and your wish needs to be explored by yourself."

    After not being a newcomer, has the difficulty of tasks in the plot world increased so much?

    Jiang You always feels that something is not right, but she has experienced a lot, and calmness is her greatest strength.

    Actually, if you think about it carefully, this plot world is not that difficult. First of all, the original owner's wish is not difficult to guess. The original owner, an ordinary female college student, died suddenly. Before she died, she saw the bodies of her parents and villagers. Her wish was nothing more than to live, or to save her parents.

    Liangjiacun arrived soon, Jiang You got out of the car with the woman, she found that even though the sun was shining outside, it was not hot, but the woman opened the car before getting off She has a thick black umbrella in her hand.

    Jiang You glanced at her unconsciously, this woman looked thirty-five, with a faint red light under her eyes, purple lips, and a thick layer of powder on her face , still can't hide her overly yellow face. She was wearing black shoes, black trousers, a black long-sleeved jacket, and black gloves, and a black scarf tied around her neck, which was very tightly wrapped.

    "Are you the daughter of Jiang Qing country?"

    Jiang You hadn't gone to talk to the other party, but the other party spoke to her first.

    "My dad's name is Jiang Qingguo, eldest sister, are you from Liangjia Village? I've never seen you before." Jiang You raised a big smile and responded with a simple and sweet voice a sound.

    The original protagonist is a scheming, 1.6 meter thin, sweet and cute.

    Although this little cutie is nineteen years old, she is still a coquettish and cheerful pistachio.

    "In terms of seniority, I have to call you auntie, you forgot? We met during the Chinese New Year last year. I am Jiang Donglin's daughter-in-law. You came back this time because of your aunt. What's the matter?" The woman was very talkative, and the Jiang Donglin she said was Jiang You's nephew. Although they had the same surname, they could be counted up to Grandpa Jiang You's grandfather in terms of kinship.

    The smile at the corner of Jiang You's mouth subsided a little, "Yeah, my aunt's business. You are also for this, right? The sun is not bright today, and it is not raining outside, why are you? Do you want an umbrella?"

    Also dressed in black, like a mourner in the city.

    Rural people don't pay attention to this. When funerals are held, ordinary villagers and relatives wear white.

    "I have a problem recently, and I faint after being exposed to the sun for a long time. I'm sorry for your aunt, she got divorced after a few years of marriage. , you can marry a good family in the future. Who knows what happened. Your grandparents are white-haired people sending black-haired people. I heard that they have cancer, right? In recent years, young people have cancer. More and more."

    "..." Jiang You didn't say a word, listening to the woman, the woman was very talkative, and in a short while he finished talking about the original owner's aunt's cause of death and the original owner's aunt's social relationship.

    What outsiders know is better than what the original owner, his own niece, knows.

    It took less than ten minutes from the place where I got off the bus to arrive at Jiangyou's house. The woman separated from Jiangyou at the fork in the road. She had to go home to get paper money and share money, and then go to Jiangyou The Yu family eats the funeral banquet.

    "Ayou, you're back! Kow to your aunt and burn some paper, then eat, and after dinner you have to burn the carriage and horse. Your aunt doesn't have any children, you still You have to hold the tablet and pull the cart, you know?"

    As soon as Jiang Youren appeared, she was seen by her mother, Ms. Zhao Qin, who was standing at the door. Zhao Qin pulled her and said with a meal, saying that Jiang You was confused.

    The customs of this world, whether it is Jiang You or the original owner, are not clear. Fortunately, someone who helped told Jiang You what he was going to do in a while.

    Jiang You is the niece of aunt Jiang Meng. Jiang Meng has no children, so she is the only one who is close to the younger generation, so she has to dress her aunt with sackcloth and filial piety, and do all the things her son has to do.

    Things are very complicated, Jiang You can't resist and finish it little by little. There was a mourning hall above the large yard of the house, where the coffin was parked. Several juniors knelt beside the coffin to keep the spirit. Jiang You first burned the paper with paper money, kowtowed four times, and then knelt down at the front of the coffin.

    On the other side, Jiang You's father Jiang Qingguo sat cross-legged and said to Jiang You, "Don't kneel, sit on the ground, your legs will numb after kneeling for a while."

    Jiang You obediently changed her posture. She is now thinking about how to deal with what will happen in a while. She will do whatever others say.

    A black umbrella stands out from the crowd.

    It was the woman who claimed to be Donglin's daughter-in-law. She came over for dinner.

    But every table is placed in the yard, and the yard has no shed. If she wants to sit down to eat, the woman must be exposed to the sun.

    Jiang You thought that she would put down her money and leave, anyway, she was ill, and no one would force her. Who knew that the woman walked in without saying a word, put down her umbrella, kowtowed to Jiang Meng, burned paper, took a filial gown, and knelt down beside Jiang You.

    Yes, she is also a junior of Jiang Meng, and she can give Jiang Meng a line of filial piety.

    When she came over, Jiang You smelled a rancid smell. Like a corpse that has been exposed to the sun for days in summer.

    "Hey, why do you think my life is so miserable? Jiang Donglin bastard, tell him I'm uncomfortable, and he insists on me coming to watch the spirit." The woman scolded, her face particularly ugly , Others wanted to persuade her not to say these things at the funeral. It was really uncomfortable to see her, and they were embarrassed to say it.

    "Why don't you go to the house to rest for a while, and then come out after the funeral." Jiang Youyi pointed his nose, wanting the pollution source to leave early.

    "No, Jiang Donglin is in the house, I'll squint here for a while." She said, and closed her eyes against the coffin.

    Jiang You felt a chill at that moment, and crawled all the way down the back of her spine to the back of her head, causing her to shiver suddenly.

    The coffin against which she was leaning seemed to move.

    The original owner did not return home at this time.

    The original owner fell asleep in the car, and no one called her, so she missed the stop of Liangjia Village, and after a lot of tossing, when the original owner came back, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

    When the original owner came back, he saw that the door was closed and there was no sound inside. As soon as his neck tightened, he heard a click and lost consciousness.

    Jiang You looked down at the time, it was twelve twenty-five. In the original owner's memory, at half past twelve, my mother called her to urge her.

    So between 12:30 and 1:00, what exactly happened here?

    Jiang You looked up and looked out. Hundreds of people were in a yard. The stewed vegetables in the cauldron were particularly fragrant. The steamed buns were placed on the table.

    Everything was normal, except for the woman beside her, there was nothing strange about it.

    The smell of rotting, wrapped tightly, holding an umbrella, with red eyes and yellow skin.

    And, a coffin that moves by itself.

    The women kneeling at the back were chatting, but suddenly one of them stared at the coffin, motionless.

    "What are you looking at? Are your eyes coming out?"

    "Shh! Don't talk, let's see, is the coffin moving?"

    "It's dazzling, how can the coffin move by itself?"

    Although they said they didn't believe it, several women still stared at the coffin together, and then they found that a brick under one corner of the coffin was exposed.

    Under their gaze, more and more bricks were exposed. In the blink of an eye, with a bang, the corner of the coffin fell heavily to the ground!

    How can someone push a coffin of several hundred pounds? Not to mention that no one pushes the coffin next to you!

    Several women looked at each other and screamed, screaming, and running out of the mourning hall.

    The people who were attracted by the loud noise and screams didn't know what was going on when they heard a knocking sound, interrupting the lively scene.

    The percussion sound is not loud, but it echoes clearly in everyone's ears, and the sound comes from the coffin that is constantly vibrating! It's like someone inside is slapping the door.

    "Boom! Boom! Boom!"

    The sun above my head was suddenly covered by a cloud, and the paper figurines placed in the courtyard and on both sides of the mourning hall raised terrifying smiles.

    The whistling wind sounded, blowing out the fire in the stove, and the aroma of the stew gradually evolved into a rancid smell, as if the food had been left for several months.

    "Trick the corpse! Trick the corpse!" .