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

If nothing else, at this stage, the only way I can repay my grandma is to get good grades, which will also give her a chance to gain face in the village.

"Liu Feng, why didn't you go to eat?"

As I was thinking, Qin Juhua had returned to the classroom. No matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, she was always the first to come in and the last to leave.

To be honest, learning does not depend entirely on talent, nor does it rely entirely on hard work, but her efforts do account for a considerable proportion, and I am certainly ashamed of myself.

"Is it because your monthly exam results were not satisfactory?"

Before I could answer, she continued.

I nodded shyly and she continued.

"It's probably because you just got here and haven't adapted yet. Work harder and you'll do well on the test next time."

She gave me a firm look.

I gave her a wry smile and nodded heavily at her.

Afterwards, the students returned to the classroom one after another, and Gong Yalan also returned from home after dinner.

Sometimes I envy her so much for being able to eat and live at home.

The first part of the evening self-study session is for teachers of different subjects to give make-up lessons, and the second part is for self-study. We complete the homework assigned by teachers of different subjects, and then preview or review on our own after completing the homework.

Because I didn’t have dinner, my stomach suddenly started to growl.

"Are you hungry?" Gong Yalan turned her head to look at me and asked in a low voice.

"I'm a little hungry. I didn't eat dinner." I answered honestly.

"You too, isn't it just a monthly exam? Are you torturing yourself?"

After spending some time together, she seemed to have figured out my character and guessed what I was thinking.

"Oh, I feel a little sorry for the audience." I sighed.

"Oh, I knew you wouldn't eat if you didn't do well in the exam. I brought a box of eight-treasure porridge, which my sister bought from the city."

As she said that, she stuffed a box of something into my hand.

"Thank you!" I held the thing in my hand and a warm feeling came over my heart.

"I'll eat when I get back to the dormitory later. I'm afraid Teacher Zhao will catch me if I eat now." She said with a smile.

I nodded and gave her a bright smile in return.

"Don't worry, let's work hard together and try to get good grades in the next monthly exam." She continued to comfort me.

My eyes became moist. It is rare to have a true friend in life. Apart from Wang Fang from Sanxiang Middle School, she is the only one who truly treats me as a friend.

After the evening self-study, I seemed to be too hungry, so I didn’t eat. Instead, I carefully stuffed the box of eight-treasure porridge into my bag.

This eight-treasure porridge is a relatively precious item in this era. My grandma has definitely never seen it. I don’t know if the small shops in town sell it. I think it must be very expensive, so I thought of bringing it back for my grandma to try on the weekend.

At night, I had another dream.

I dreamed that I went to the old house again, and the big banyan tree in front of the door was still standing there. This time, I was not just a bystander.

I found that in my dream, I actually became the young lady of this family, the second young lady mentioned by the old woman in my last dream.

I lay on a carved bed in the old side yard, feeling very weak.

"Second Miss, are you feeling better?" the old woman asked softly.

In my memory, a woman with willow-like eyes, phoenix-like eyebrows, and a charming figure, dressed in colorful clothes, was whipping me hard. I curled up on the bed, without any power to resist.

No, no, that should not be a person, it should be a ghost. I don’t know how I offended this ghost. She comes to cause trouble again and again.

I was lying on the bed, tortured beyond recognition by her.

"Mother Xu, thank you! I am much better now."

As I answered, I suddenly had the memory of the owner of this body.

My name is Liu Feng. The old lady in front of me is my godmother. Her surname is Xu. I don’t know her full name, but I have always called her Xu Ma. From what I remember, she has been with me as I grew up.

I am the legitimate daughter born to the first wife, but unfortunately I had a bad fate. My mother died during childbirth. So from childhood to adulthood, except for Aunt Xu, no one in the family liked me.

Because Aunt Xu is a maid my mother brought from her parents' home. In order to fulfill her promise to my mother, she has never married and has raised me wholeheartedly at the age of 36.

Because she was a little beggar picked up on the street by my mother when she was a child. She was one year older than my mother. Later, she grew up with my mother and followed her to marry into the Liu family.

My father was the eldest son of the Liu family. Before he married my mother, he already had a concubine who gave birth to a daughter who was one year older than me. So I have always been called the Second Miss in this family.

After my mother left, my father remarried.

As I recall, apart from Aunt Xu, I was very lonely and always lived in the side yard. I could only see other people in the family during the Chinese New Year and other festivals.

I am 16 years old this year. In ancient times, I would have been past the marriageable age, but no one has come to propose to me.

It should have been a year ago, when I went to the temple to burn incense with my family, I met a young man named Zhang Yinggui, who was the illegitimate son of a landlord in the neighboring village.

Perhaps because we shared the same suffering, we fell in love at first sight. He was very talented in writing, and was proficient in everything from lyrics to poetry and prose.

He was preparing to go to the capital to take the imperial examination, and we agreed that the day he passed the exam, he would come to my house to propose marriage.

I just looked forward to it and waited silently for his news at home.

But just as I was happily waiting for his news, an accident happened. This woman in colorful clothes had been torturing me at night since I don't know when.

It didn't take long before I was tortured beyond recognition.

Seeing how haggard and thin I looked, Aunt Xu became very worried.

At night, when the woman in colorful clothes tortured me, I kept asking her why, why did she torture me.

But she only said one sentence.

"Because of you, I have ruined my whole life. I made it so that you could not have the love you want, and made you suffer more than I did."

I don't know and don't understand why she hates me so much.

I was powerless to resist and became increasingly haggard. Aunt Xu saw it all and felt pain in her heart. Subconsciously, she had already taken care of me as if I were her own daughter.

Under her repeated questioning, I told the truth. She was stunned at first, and then said.

"Second Miss, don't be afraid. I will go to the temple and ask the monks to perform a ritual to get rid of this evil spirit for you."

But Xu Ma invited several eminent monks, but they were all beaten and fled by this colorful female ghost.

Just like that, just two months ago, Zhang Yinggui graduated from high school. He came to my house on a tall horse to propose marriage, and my family was very happy.

But after he knew I was bedridden, he saw my sister, the third daughter of my father's later wife, and suddenly changed his mind and proposed to her. The wedding date was set for two months later.

When I heard the news, my eyes were red with anger. Sorrow was like a flood that broke through a dam, submerging every corner of my heart. I was heartbroken, desperate, and my health was getting worse and worse.

Just this morning, Xu's mother excitedly told me.

"Second Miss, I had a dream last night. In the dream, there was a man in black. He told me to wait under the big Rong tree when the sun sets in the evening. He would give me some magic tools to deal with the female ghost."

"He also asked my Xu family to protect you for generations, and promised that my Xu family would prosper for more than ten generations until he came to pick you up."

"Mother Xu, do you believe what I said in the dream?"

I said weakly, pouring a bucket of cold water on her.