Dreaming of 1988, I have the ability to see ghosts and ghosts

"Bang!" There was a loud thunder! It seemed to have split the sky apart, and heavy rain poured down.

There was a strong wind, lightning and thunder, white mist rose from the roof, and water flowed down the eaves like a mountain waterfall, forming a curtain of water.

"Crack!" It was the sound of a big tree exploding.

At midnight, I quickly got up, put on my clothes and ran to the door. I was terrified to see the big banyan tree that had been split in half by lightning.

I don’t know what happened to my Xiao Hei. Will he be struck to death by lightning?

Suddenly, from the middle of the split tree, a black shadow rose into the air, rushing straight into the sky, knocking down a corner of the house, and lightning illuminated the sky.

I saw that the black shadow was clearly a black dragon. After soaring into the sky, the black dragon circled in the air for a long time, and then returned to sway over my house.

A pair of black eyes looked at me, but I didn't feel scared at all. I also opened my big black eyes and looked at the black dragon.

"Please hold out your hand."

A voice sounded in my ears, and I naturally stretched out my right hand.

The black dragon opened its mouth and spit out something, and a crystal clear bead appeared in my hand. I subconsciously bent my fingers and held the bead tightly.

"Feng'er, wait for me!"

After a mellow voice, the black dragon soared into the sky again and flew towards the horizon.

"Xiao Hei!" I screamed and suddenly woke up from my dream.

"Feng'er, what's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?"

It was the warm and loving voice of an old man, followed by the crisp sound of pulling the lamp cord, like the tinkling of a bell.

I rubbed my eyes, looked up and around, and a kind but wrinkled face appeared in front of me. I called out unconsciously: "Grandma?"

My grandmother and I slept on a wooden bed. Next to the bed was a table with three drawers, on which was a 12-inch black and white TV.

An old-fashioned light bulb was hanging in the middle of the room, emitting a faint yellow light, and the filament was clearly visible.

Opposite the table hung a round old-fashioned clock, the clock hands pointing to 5:28.

I'm a little confused and I've been a little uneasy during this period.

As a doctor in a small town hospital, I took a week's annual leave and bought a plane ticket to Baoshi City, Yunnan Province, to relax.

During the day, I followed the instructions of the local tourist guide and visited a thousand-year-old banyan tree. The tree was so thick that it took five or six people to hug it.

What's strange is that there is a crack in the middle of the tree that is as wide as a person. The irregular wound slowly extends from the bottom to the trunk. After years of vicissitudes, it has become one with the surrounding bark.

The branches of the big banyan tree extend in all directions, like a big umbrella protecting the several quaint houses around it.

The house in the middle has a plaque with three big bold characters "Black Dragon Temple" written on it.

As it was the off-season for tourism, I arrived relatively early and walked into the Black Dragon Temple. In the middle of the temple stood a giant black dragon statue, which looked lifelike.

The big, bright, dark eyes were looking towards the main gate. I looked into their eyes and felt the eyes flash, which scared me.

His heart was pounding. He quickly picked up the three incense sticks on the table, lit them on the candle next to him, and inserted them into the incense burner. He kowtowed three times, threw a 100-yuan Mao Zedong note into the donation box, and turned and left in a hurry.

Afterwards, I went to a nearby scenic spot called Black Dragon Spring, where trickling spring water slowly emerged from the spring.

There are two artificially dug small circular ponds next to the spring, with groups of blue koi slowly swinging their long tails in the ponds.

I stood by the pond admiring these beautiful koi

Suddenly, this group of koi gave up the fish food fed by the children opposite, and swam towards me, swaying their huge bodies.

I was shocked, and the adults and children opposite me also looked at me in surprise.

Feeling a little embarrassed, I ran to a stall selling fish feed and bought a large bag, which I gently sprinkled on the group of koi that had not yet dispersed.

The koi carps happily scrambled for the fish feed I scattered, causing ripples on the calm water surface that sparkled with golden light mixed with the sunlight shining down from the sky.

After visiting this attraction, I stayed in a nearby hotel and prepared to visit the small-grain coffee plantation here the next day.

I slept very soundly at night and had a long dream. In the dream, I saw a giant black dragon rising into the sky from the middle of a big tree and gave me a crystal clear bead.

"Feng'er, sleep a little longer. I'll go collect the cage first." Grandma said to me softly.

I suddenly returned to reality from my thoughts. I had traveled through time, from my dream to the 80s.

"Okay, grandma," I responded.

The memories of the original owner emerged in my mind.

My name is Liu Feng. I was born on the second day of the second lunar month in 1976, the day when the dragon raises its head, in a village surrounded by water on three sides called Huangjia Village.

My mother died of complications during childbirth. My father went to the lake to fish when I was three years old and never came back. From then on, I was labeled a disaster star because I killed my parents.

My grandmother’s name was Xu Zhenxiang. She was 64 years old when my father passed away. Everyone in the village advised her to do something.

"Aunt Xu, you are old now, you should just give Feng'er away. I'm afraid you can't support her."

"Yes, Aunt Xu, the land was distributed to each household last year. Feng'er's father is gone now. You can't cultivate the land yourself. How are you going to support her?"

"Yes, Aunt Xu, my cousin's eldest son and his wife are both soldiers. They have been married for seven or eight years and have no children.

Last year, they asked me to look around the village to see if there were any families who didn't want to raise a child and wanted to adopt one. Do you think it would be better to give Feng'er to them to raise."

"Thank you, everyone. I can support Feng'er and will definitely raise her to adulthood."

With tears in her eyes, my grandmother declined everyone's kindness and resolutely lived with me.

That winter, my grandmother sold her house and land for 3000 yuan to a family named Yang from Henan who had immigrated to the village to build a reservoir.

He spent another 500 yuan to build three small red brick and green tile houses on a slope not far from the river.

There is a main room, a bedroom, which is where my grandma and I sleep, and another room for miscellaneous items.

A small room was dragged out next to the utility room, and a wood stove was built in it, which became the kitchen.

From then on, my grandmother made a living by fishing. During the day, she would use a net bag to catch fish in the lake and keep them in a large basin.

In the evening, put earthworms in a bamboo cage and place it beside the field to catch eels. Collect them early the next morning before dawn.

Take out the wooden plug and pour out the fresh eels twisting their bodies, some big and some small. Usually grandma only keeps the big ones and releases the small ones.

She often said:

"Feng'er, the little ones haven't grown up yet, let's release them! I just want to make a living and don't want to kill too many animals."

"Hmm!" I just said "hmm". I didn't quite understand what killing meant. I just thought that grandma was a kind old lady and everything she said was right.