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

The competition in high school is more intense. If you slack off occasionally, you will fall far behind in the class.

Although the study life is stressful and boring, the campus is still full of youthful atmosphere.

The morning sun shines on the campus playground, and a group of teenagers are running towards the rising sun.

The classroom was filled with the sound of reading aloud, filled with a desire for knowledge.

In the corridors between classes, laughter and joy can be heard one after another, exuding the vitality of youth.

On the basketball court, the students sweated hard and showed the passion of youth.

In class, teachers explained passionately and students listened attentively.

After school, the afterglow of the setting sun shines on every young face on the campus.

The school is built by the water. With the sound of gurgling water, students can feel the beauty of youth and the picturesque scenery. They spend a wonderful time here.

In the first year of high school, we still have one day off per week. We can go home after class on Saturday afternoon and go back to school on Sunday afternoon for evening self-study.

There are not many high school students in a township. Including the second-year students, there are only about 20 students. The third-year students do not have holidays on weekends. They only have holidays once a month.

As we walked on the road, we gradually became familiar with each other. Sometimes we would walk and chat all the way home and didn’t feel that an hour’s journey was very far.

Most of the time, I was still with Qin Juhua. We were in the key class of high school, and she loved studying even more.

Her enthusiasm for learning was far beyond my reach. Because I loved reading novels, I was often scolded by her, but I couldn't change.

After the first monthly exam, we were released early on Saturday afternoon. At 4 pm, we packed up and prepared to go home.

However, the head teacher of Qin Juhua's key class asked them to stay and not leave until the test papers were finished.

I thought to myself, this class is worthy of being a key class, the teachers pay different levels of attention to it.

I was walking alone on the road. When I left the town, I heard the clear and pleasant sound of a bicycle bell behind me.

I subconsciously moved to the side of the road, ready to give way.

I thought, the road is so wide, just go ahead, what’s the point of him ringing the bell? I didn’t want to pay any attention to this person, so I didn’t look back.

"Liu Feng, are you going home alone?" a boy's voice came.

I looked back and saw that it was Zhang Chen. He got off an old 28-bar bicycle next to me, and the steel rims were a bit rusty.

In that era, the 28-bar bicycles bought by rural families were all second-hand, discarded by city dwellers.

"Oh, is that you?" I replied.

"Last week, I rode my dad's bike to school. Let me take you back," he said.

After this period of time, he would pass by my house on his way back from town.

"Can you do it?"

Actually, I was embarrassed to sit on the back seat of his bicycle. It felt a bit awkward.

"Sure, will you get in the car?"

What he meant was that he would ride on first, and then I would jump on the back seat from behind. This is how you should get on a bicycle, otherwise the center of gravity will be unstable and it will be difficult to start.

"It should work."

Seeing him say that, I didn't bother to be polite and decided to take a bike home. It saves time and effort, so why not do it?

So he got on his bike and I jumped on.

He rode with great effort, and while he rode he talked to me, telling me interesting stories about the boys in his class, and I responded to him intermittently.

I suddenly thought of a classic line from many years ago: "I would rather cry in a BMW than laugh on a bicycle."

Is this reality or vanity?

There was a small slope on the way home. He rode with me and it was very strenuous. His shirt was soaked with sweat.

"Are you still able to ride? Do you want me to get off the bike and walk up this slope?" I asked in a low voice.

"No, no." He answered while pedaling hard.

When we arrived at my door, I jumped out of the car, said thank you, and he waved goodbye with one hand.

"Feng'er, why did you come back so early today? Who carried you back?"

When grandma saw Zhang Chen waving goodbye to me, she asked.

"Oh, he's a classmate of ours, from the village in front," I replied.

"Don't let others take you in the future. The road is full of potholes and small stones. It's very difficult to ride. Look how tired the young man is. Otherwise, I will buy you a bicycle too."

Grandma said with concern.

"No, no, it's only three years of high school, it's not worth buying."

After I replied to my grandmother, I realized that my butt was a bit sore. Sitting on the back seat of the iron frame, the rocks on the road were still a bit bumpy.

I touched my butt and went into the house with my grandma to prepare dinner.

"Oh, Feng'er, you just happened to be back today. The Wang family in Jingjia Village ahead asked us to go to their house tonight. They said their little granddaughter was talking nonsense all day long, and they were afraid that she had met something unclean."

Grandma said to me while she was busy with her work.

"I originally wanted to go by myself, because I was afraid that if you often went with me to see things, it would affect your studies. But I am too old to do it."

Grandma sighed again. Actually, she was not very willing to read fortunes for others. She just wanted to make more money.

The red envelope given for fortune-telling seems to be based on the owner's wishes, but most of the time, it is given in large amounts because it solves big problems for the family.

"It's okay, grandma. It won't affect my studies. I didn't take a special leave to accompany you to see the business. I'm just using my rest time."

I comforted grandma.

"Okay then. They will pick you up with a tricycle later. Just come with me."

Grandma smiled, and her smile was very sweet because of my understanding.

I had just finished washing the dishes after dinner when I heard the sound of a motorcycle coming from the door.

The tricycle my grandma was talking about is the three-wheeled motorcycle that is popular nowadays. It looks like a motorcycle in the front and tows a trailer box at the back.

The seats on both sides of the trailer are fixed with wooden boards and can generally seat 6 people. If there are more people, a few can stand in the middle.

Some even use steel bars to build a canopy on the trailer. This is the most luxurious means of transportation in rural areas, but most people are reluctant to ride it because it is expensive.

I walked out of the kitchen and saw my grandmother talking to a man in his fifties who jumped out of the suitcase. He should be the victim.

My grandma asked me to get in the car with some things in her hand, and I greeted the visitor politely.

The driver was a young man in his 20s, who looked a bit like the middle-aged man who jumped out of the trailer. They should be father and son.

My grandmother and I got on the car one after another, and then the middle-aged man got on. It was very noisy in the car, but the middle-aged man still introduced the situation of his family in a loud voice.

It turned out that his name was Wang Jianjun, and the one driving in front was his son, Wang Xinbing. His family lived on the edge of the town, and he was also an ordinary farmer. His family borrowed money to buy this car this year, and used it to pick up passengers and make some money.

The person you need to see is his granddaughter, named Wang Hongying, who just turned three this year. But after her third birthday, the child has been talking nonsense.

At first I thought it was just the kid talking nonsense, but the more I listened it seemed more and more wrong, so I asked his grandmother to help me through someone else's recommendation.

"Uncle, what's wrong?" I asked.

"She always said that she was a dog in her previous life. Do you think it's scary?"

Wang Jianjun looked terrified and helpless.

I frowned. Didn't this child drink Meng Po soup? He actually still had memories of his past life. I was deeply saddened.