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

So, we walked out of the campus side by side, happily chatting all the way home.

To go back to her house, she has to pass by my house, and it takes another half an hour to walk from my house to her house.

Along the way, I discovered that she, who was quiet at school, was actually quite talkative, but at school, as she said, she didn't want to waste time.

She invests her limited time into the endless pursuit of knowledge.

When she arrived at my house, my grandma was already waiting at the door. She greeted my grandma warmly and then set off alone.

We had been walking for an hour and I felt quite tired. Looking at her back as she walked with vigorous steps, I couldn't help but admire her.

I also admire the generation born in the 1970s, whose hard-working spirit is to endure hardships in order to become successful.

"Grandma! What delicious food did you make today?"

After putting down my schoolbag, I ran to the table. I really wanted the delicious food my grandma cooked.

Because I was reluctant to spend money, in the following days, I only ordered vegetarian dishes in the school cafeteria, and the soup was clear and watery without any oil.

Before my grandma answered, I couldn't wait to look at the table. When I saw the braised pork and crucian carp with fermented black beans, my mouth started watering.

"Look, I'm making you hungry."

Seeing this, my grandma quickly handed me a bowl of fragrant rice.

I didn't care about anything and finished my bowl of rice. Then grandma took my bowl. She knew I would definitely have a second bowl with such delicious food.

"Grandma, no need, I'll go get more rice myself."

I stood up, took the bowl and ran to the kitchen. When I came back with the rice, I saw that grandma's bowl was empty, so I wanted to help her add more.

"No, Feng'er, you eat by yourself. Grandma is full." Grandma refused.

I looked at my grandma in confusion, because usually she eats more than me, otherwise, a woman in her 70s wouldn't be in such good health. What happened to her today?

It was only then that I noticed that grandma's eyes were a little swollen, as if she had just cried.

"Grandma, what's wrong with you?"

As I sat down, I asked softly, "Logically, grandma shouldn't be sad, right?"

All her concerns have been on me for so many years. I am healthy and well, so there shouldn't be anything that would make her sad.

If there was something else, she wouldn't have cried so sadly. I really don't understand.

"Nothing, eat first, I'll tell you after you finish."

Grandma's voice was very low and she seemed to be in a very heavy mood.

I was a little nervous. I finished my second bowl of rice in a hurry, rushed to wash the bowl, sat down next to my grandma, and asked in a low voice.

"Grandma, what's wrong with you? Have you been crying?"

"Hmm!" Grandma sighed and said to me in a hoarse voice.

"Feng'er, do you remember Xiao Min who came to our house to avoid family planning before the New Year?"

"Remember!" I felt something was wrong when I heard my grandma's words.

"She's gone. She's been gone for several days."

My grandma told me this shocking news.

No wonder I dreamed about Sister Xiaomin that day. Something really happened to her.

I was stunned for a moment, and it took me a long time to say anything.

"Sister Xiao Min is so pitiful. Didn't she just abort the baby? Why?"

My heart also sank. That night, she came to me in a dream asking for help, but, but how could I save her?

In the dream, my heart ached, but I felt so helpless and powerless. I could only see them, but I didn’t have the ability to save them.

"Oh!" Grandma sighed again.

"If, if we had discovered something was wrong that day, we should have let her escape through the back door, she wouldn't have died."

As she spoke, grandma began to wipe her tears again, and she once again fell into deep self-blame.

"Grandma, it's not your fault. Maybe it's her fate!"

I tried to comfort her softly, but tears also burst out.

Those were two lives. If we had been more alert and vigilant that day, perhaps the outcome would have been different. In fact, I feel as guilty as my grandma.

Thinking back to Sister Xiaomin’s helpless look when she left my house that day, and her scarlet eyes in my dream, I rubbed my hands desperately.

"She was so pitiful. She was taken away from our home. After the Chinese New Year, she was arranged to go to the town hospital for an induced abortion along with several other pregnant women who had been arrested."

"Everyone else did it smoothly, but she was the last one to do it. I don't know what went wrong, but the dead fetus just wouldn't come out of her belly."

"Poor child, what a suffering she had to endure. She used up her last bit of strength to give birth to that dead child after a whole day and night."

My grandmother wiped her tears while telling me what happened.

"But, but, after the baby came out, she fainted. Later she had heavy bleeding. The doctors tried everything to stop it but it didn't work. She passed away three days later."

Grandma started sobbing again.

Seeing that grandma could no longer control her emotions, I quickly changed the subject.

"Grandma, how do you know these things?"

"Oh, this morning, when the village chief passed by our house, I specifically asked him and he told me about Xiao Min.

I heard that this matter has become quite serious, Xiao Min's family has been making a fuss in the town, and the village chief is going to the town to deal with this matter."

"I heard that the town will compensate her family with some money," Grandma continued.

"What's the point of paying compensation? The person is gone, and a three-year-old child is left behind. How pitiful."

I am very angry. How can human life be measured by money?

I suddenly remembered my life experience and my nose felt sore.

As a fellow wanderer in this world, I am fortunate to have a good grandmother who gives me all her love.

I don’t know what the ending of Xiao Min’s daughter will be. Leaving behind a father, no matter whether he is good or bad to her, a child without a mother is always like a weed.

What would be her fate if her father remarried? A small number of stepmothers can be loving and filial to their children, but most of them are self-evident.

My grandma and I sighed for a long time before we calmed down and went to bed.

At night, I walked around outside for several times, wondering whether Sister Xiaomin would come to see me, whether she had any unfulfilled wishes, and whether I could help her in any way.

Unfortunately, it was past midnight and I still didn’t see Sister Xiaomin.

"Feng'er, go to sleep! She probably won't come again. Everyone has their own destiny. Maybe this is her fate. I'm afraid she has already been reincarnated."

Grandma saw what I was thinking and advised me to go back to sleep.

I sighed again. People who died unjustly would not report to the underworld so soon. They would usually wander around in the world for a long time before leaving.

But why didn’t Sister Xiaomin show up? Maybe she felt that I couldn’t help her, or maybe she wasn’t familiar with me when she was alive and we only met once, so she didn’t come to find me.

After returning to bed, my grandma and I tossed and turned for a long time before we fell asleep.

The next day, my grandma and I went fishing again, and I saw Xiao Hei, whom I had been thinking about so much. I felt a little better.

It was still as playful as ever, helping us drive the fish in the water while having fun, and occasionally swimming to my side and rubbing my feet.

The silky touch is so familiar, it really feels like déjà vu, as if I have had this feeling a long, long time ago.