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

When I saw the IV drip in my arm, I realized that I had fainted on the playground and was sent to the hospital. Zhu Xiaomei was sent to take care of me.

"I'm much better now, thank you, Xiaomei."

I thanked her in a weak voice.

"You're welcome, you're welcome! I even escaped half a day of military training. But why is your health so bad? You don't know, seeing you fall down scared a lot of people."

"By the way, thanks to Zhang Chen for carrying you to the hospital in time, you must thank him when you return to school!"

Zhu Xiaomei said with a mischievous smile.

"Oh, really?" My heart warmed, but I said it lightly.

"You don't know. Everyone was exhausted from the training and sweaty. The teacher asked a classmate to carry you to the hospital. He was the only one who ran to the hospital without saying a word. I couldn't outrun him even if I followed him."

Zhu Xiaomei continued.

Maybe this has something to do with the fact that I knew him two years ago, I thought.

"Well, I will go and thank him when I return to school."

I smiled, feeling a warm feeling in my heart.

Somehow, the man in black seemed to have been following me and protecting me. Could this Zhang Chen be a messenger sent by him to appear in real life to protect me? I was secretly happy.

"Ah! Liu Feng, the bead on your chest is so beautiful. It would be better if there wasn't that black spot in the middle."

Zhu Xiaomei's exclamation interrupted my thoughts. It turned out that when I lay down, the beads slipped out of my clothes and she saw them.

My heart trembled as I caught the key point in her words. Why were there black spots in the beads? Weren't they crystal clear before, without any impurities at all?

"Oh, that was given to me by my grandmother. She said it was passed down from my ancestors and asked me to wear it close to my body all the time."

I told Zhu Xiaomei that of course I couldn't tell her that this bead was something I had brought with me from my mother's womb, and I was afraid no one would believe me even if I told her.

I asked her to help me sit up, and I picked up the bead with the hand that was not receiving the IV drip and looked at it carefully.

I was surprised to find that there was indeed a black spot inside the crystal clear bead. I widened my eyes in disbelief.

Looking again, I found that the black dot in the middle was still jumping, and the shadow inside was actually a small black snake. It was twisting its body inside, as if it was playing happily.

It was so amazing. When it turned its little head towards me, I thought, “Isn’t this my little Hei?” It was actually inside the bead and made a face at me.

I broke through the defense, raised the corners of my mouth slightly, and gave it a look.

When it saw my eyes, it became even happier inside, like a black snake swimming happily in the water in a spherical glass container.

I remembered that the man in black appeared in my dream a few days ago and said that he wanted Xiao Hei to protect me closely. So that's how it was. He let Xiao Hei get into this bead.

If I call myself Xiao Hei, will it appear in front of me instantly? I will try it one day when no one is around.

"Liu Feng, what's wrong with you? You're just grinning at the beads."

Zhu Xiaomei's voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Oh, I think the black spots inside are a bit strange. It seemed that they were not there when my grandma gave it to me." I blurted out.

"Oh, that's probably because you didn't notice it before. This black spot is very small and you can't see it unless you look carefully. I was bored just now, so I picked it up and looked at it carefully, then I discovered it." Zhu Xiaomei said.

"Well, it's possible."

I answered, thinking that Xiao Hei's shadow should only be visible to me, and all others would see is that small black dot.

After the drip, Zhu Xiaomei helped me back to school.

The next morning, I felt much better, so I went to the playground with my classmates and prepared to continue our military training.

Before the instructor came, I walked up to Zhang Chen and thanked him.

This time I found that I didn't have the same excitement as before in front of him, but was very calm.

He said very naturally, "You're welcome."

When the instructor saw me, he asked me to go back to the dormitory and rest. He was afraid that something might happen to me and he would have trouble explaining it, so he just promised to let me go with him during the final live-fire shooting.

Of course I agreed, and I was looking forward to the real feeling of holding a gun.

Unexpectedly, this fainting allowed me to escape the next few days of military training.

So, in the next few days I spent my time comfortably reading in my dormitory, although of course I wasn’t reading Chinese or math books.

At that time, novels were already available, all of them were very thick hardcover books. Students like us couldn't afford them, so we just passed them around to each other.

The first book I want to read is of course the Four Great Classics.

"Dream of Red Mansions": A film set against the backdrop of the rise and fall of the four major families of Jia, Shi, Wang, and Xue, with the love tragedy of Jia Baoyu, Lin Daiyu, and Xue Baochai as the main line, showing the beauty of humanity and the beauty of tragedy.

"Journey to the West": It tells the story of the journey of Monk Tang and his three disciples to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures. It is full of fantasy and rich imagination.

"Water Margin": describes the story of the Liangshan heroes' resistance against the government, and presents a group of heroic figures with great righteousness.

"Romance of the Three Kingdoms": With the history of the Three Kingdoms period as its background, it depicts the political, military and diplomatic struggles of that era.

I was lucky enough to borrow a copy of "Dream of the Red Chamber". The pages were very old. A classmate borrowed it from his uncle. I was fascinated by it, and my roommates were only envious of me.

After that, I started intensive study. I was also fascinated by novels. After reading the four great classics, I fell in love with Jin Yong's martial arts novels.

In the eyes of others, I am a very introverted and quiet girl who should like to read the kind of romantic love stories, but I do the opposite.

Jin Yong's martial arts novels are like a brilliant literary treasure house.

Under his writings, the world of martial arts is ever-changing, heroes emerge in large numbers, and the plots are ups and downs, gripping and compelling, making people unable to stop reading.

The fighting scenes are superb, with every move having profound meaning.

The characters are vivid and have different personalities, making them unforgettable.

There are not only chivalrous heroes, but also sinister and cunning villains.

In his novels, the emotions are delicate and moving, love, friendship and family affection are intertwined, and they contain profound life philosophy, which is very beneficial to people.

Many students also like to read Gu Long’s novels. I have read a few of them and feel that they are not as vivid and touching as Jin Yong’s.

This is a story for later. My love for reading novels was probably the reason why my grades in high school were mediocre. Just like in junior high school, they were neither good nor bad, always hovering around the top ten.

On the last day of military training, we were taken to a ditch. There were some targets on the other side of the ditch. We crawled on this side of the ditch one by one and shot with bows under the guidance of the instructor.

It was the first time in my life that I came into contact with a real gun. The lines of the gun body were smooth and the workmanship was exquisite, but it was a bit old, one of those old-fashioned rifles.

The first time I shot, I didn’t know how to use it, and the instructor just told us to relax.

When the trigger was pulled, a powerful force was released. The recoil was transmitted to my shoulder through the butt of the gun. After it hurt so much, I finally understood what the instructor meant.

It’s a pity that I didn’t play well, only 6 rings.

The shooting was over, and we also finished a week of military training and officially entered high school life.