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

After seeing Wang Erming off, I simply packed my luggage and made my bed, and went to the cafeteria to get some food.

Just like in junior high school, I brought a bottle of vegetables that my grandma had prepared for me and went to get rice. However, after I finished eating the vegetables I brought, I had to get more food from the school cafeteria.

In the cafeteria, I met some familiar faces. Many of my junior high school classmates were admitted, but I still didn’t know most of them.

Because there is only this high school in the surrounding towns, except for a few junior high school students in our town, most of the students come from other towns.

There is an unwritten rule in high schools that freshmen need to undergo a week of military training.

In the afternoon, our homeroom teacher, Mr. Deng, asked us to collect the military uniforms we needed to wear for military training. It was an old-fashioned green uniform.

In the dormitory, the female classmates in the same class tried on the military uniforms after getting them. Everyone was very happy and chattered, commenting on how each of them looked in the uniforms.

Children in rural areas rarely have the opportunity to wear new clothes, and most of them pick up old clothes from older children.

Those who can come to high school have relatively better family conditions and have relatively fewer patched clothes. This new set of clothes is quite expensive and the material is better than the clothes they usually wear.

This generation of people were all very thin due to lack of food and clothing. The baggy military uniforms felt empty on their bodies, so I tried it on too.

"Your name is Liu Feng, right? My name is Zhu Xiaomei."

This time I still chose to sleep on the upper bunk. Maybe because of my personality, I didn’t take the initiative to talk to my classmates.

I put on my military uniform and when I got down from the upper bunk, the girl on the lower bunk took the initiative to greet me.

"Hello, Zhu Xiaomei, I'm Liu Feng," I replied.

After I stood firmly, I looked at her with a smile. She had short hair and was wearing a military uniform. Her big eyes were bright and she looked very energetic.

So we started chatting about family matters. She was from Maojia Town and had a younger brother who was in the second grade of junior high school, about the same level as me. However, he was 8 points short of the mark and was unable to go to a technical secondary school.

Because her family was poor, her parents did not agree to her going to high school. She fought to the death and finally got the opportunity to go to high school.

In this era, this generation of villagers still attaches great importance to education.

"No matter how hard life is, we must not let our children suffer; no matter how poor we are, we must not let our education suffer." This slogan can be seen everywhere.

If life is not really difficult, families, regardless of gender, will do whatever it takes to send their children to school so that they can escape the toiling rural life.

It is quite rare for someone like her to have the opportunity to study through hard work, which shows that her family conditions are not very good.

Students like this will generally work hard to avoid being deprived of the opportunity to study.

Compared to her, I am so lucky. My grandma never asked me to give up studying, and I have better food and clothing than other classmates.

Thinking of this, I secretly made up my mind to study hard in high school, not let other things distract me, and strive to get into a good university so that my grandma would no longer worry about me.

In the evening, our homeroom teacher, Mr. Deng, notified us to gather in the classroom and explained some precautions for military training.

After dinner, Zhu Xiaomei and I went to the classroom.

The classrooms in high school are much more spacious than those in junior high school. I heard that there are about 50 students in a class.

Zhu Xiaomei and I found a corner and sat down, chatting while waiting for our homeroom teacher, Mr. Deng.

As soon as the bell for evening self-study rang, Teacher Deng strode onto the podium and spoke to us in poor Mandarin.

"Dear students, hello! I am your class teacher Deng Lunhua.

I am very happy to meet you all here. From today on, we will spend our precious high school time together.

I know that high school is an important turning point for each of you.

Here, you will face more challenges and more opportunities.

I want to tell you that I will do my best to be your guide and supporter.

I will care about your study and life and help you solve the problems you encounter.

Let us work together to meet the challenges of the future!"

Teacher Deng’s passionate words made the students excited.

Every student who enters a high school campus does so with passion and longing for a better life in the future.

"Students, the upcoming military training is a rare opportunity for you to exercise. It is not only a test of your body, but also a test of your will.

I hope everyone will welcome the military training with full enthusiasm and firm belief. I believe that through this experience, you will become stronger, more confident and self-disciplined.

Let us work together to leave beautiful and unforgettable memories of this military training! "

Regardless of the era, patriotic education has always been given great importance.

From an early age, the seed of the military dream is planted in every child's heart, and they long to wear the straight military uniform and shoulder the sacred mission of defending their country.

Boys in particular dream of becoming a brave and fearless warrior, galloping on the battlefield.

I also dreamed of raising the national flag in the morning light and fighting for the dignity and honor of the motherland.

But this dream is a luxury for me.

Maybe because of my Yin-Yang eyes, my body seems to be a little weaker than that of normal children. Although it does not affect my life, I cannot do strenuous exercise. Maybe it is because my family does not farm and I do not do farm work.

When I was in junior high school, I couldn’t run. If I ran for a little longer, I would be out of breath and feel chest tightness.

The physical education teacher discovered this weakness of mine and never let me run in class. He only let me do some other sports.

I was secretly worried, wondering if I could endure the intensity of this military training.

"Next, I will call the roll so that everyone can get to know each other," Teacher Deng continued.

He held the roster and read out the names one by one. Everyone stood up and introduced themselves to everyone.

"Zhang Chen!" When Teacher Deng read out this name, I was startled and looked up.

This sight made me even more shocked. I actually saw that familiar face again, the face called Zhang Chen, which was extremely similar to the man in black in my dream.

Ever since I transferred to another school, I almost forgot about this person. In addition, the man in black in my dreams rarely appeared in recent years, so I have even less impression of this person.

Moreover, his appearance here seems incredible to me, as I remember that he was one grade higher than me in junior high school.

Even if he is in high school, he should be in the second year of high school. How could he be assigned to the same class as me?

When I looked up and saw him standing up, his eyes also turned to me. My heart trembled violently. Could it be that he recognized me too?

I quickly lowered my head, not wanting to look him in the face. My heart was pounding, and I couldn't tell what I was feeling, whether it was joy or excitement.

Anyway, whenever I see him, I will inexplicably think of the man in black in my dream.

Whenever I try to get rid of his image from my mind, he will inexplicably appear in my dreams, unwilling to disappear from my memory.

My expression was slightly stiff, and my mind was blank. I didn't know what I was thinking. I was actually distracted, and when Teacher Deng called out my name, I didn't hear it.

"Liu Feng, who is Liu Feng?"

Teacher Deng called me twice again, and it was Zhu Xiaomei who pushed me with her hand before I came to my senses. I stood up with a flushed face and answered in a low voice.

"I, I'm Liu Feng."