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

After getting off the bus, our legs were numb, but Hongying was full of energy and walked forward quickly with her short legs.

At this time, everyone in the bay was having lunch. Seeing those familiar faces, Hongying called out in her baby voice to the people who were sitting at the door eating.

"Uncle Xu, Brother Liu, Aunt Zhang..."

When they heard a three-year-old girl calling, they were stunned. They didn't know whether to agree or not. They even forgot to eat and looked at us with their mouths wide open.

But Xiao Hongying didn't care about that. She continued walking forward with a smile until she stopped in front of a dilapidated house.

What I saw before me was a dilapidated scene. It was an ordinary mud brick house that had probably been uninhabited for a long time. The threshing floor at the door was overgrown with grass.

The gate was the kind of large wooden door commonly seen in rural areas. It was not locked but ajar. Hongying walked to the door and paused, her expression solemn.

Our arrival aroused the curiosity of the villagers in the bay. At this time, they came over here in twos and threes, some of them carrying bowls of rice.

Hongying stood at the door and we all followed her. She must have been feeling mixed emotions at the moment. She stretched out her little hand and wanted to push open the door.

When her hand had touched the door, she suddenly pulled it back. She looked back at me, her eyes filled with tears.

I gave her an encouraging look, and then her father Wang Xinbing stepped forward to help her open the door.

"You, who are you and what are you doing here?"

Suddenly, an old man among the villagers who gathered around shouted, which scared us, and then others echoed him.

"Yeah, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, excuse me, guys. We're here to look for someone."

Wang Jianjun quickly took out a pack of cigarettes and handed it to the old man and others.

"Well, who are you looking for?" The old man took the cigarette and asked in a softer tone.

"Then may I ask you, does Li Dagui live here?" Wang Jianjun asked.

The old man's face was obviously stiff and his expression was very unnatural.

"Li Dagui lived here, but he has been gone for seven or eight years. Who are you to him? Why didn't I see you come to visit him in the past few years?"

"I, I'm his co-worker. I lost contact with him in the past few years, but I just found out where he lives recently."

Wang Jianjun didn't know how to explain for a moment and just told a lie.

"Grandpa Guo, I, I am Xueyan."

At this time, Hongying's face was already covered with tears. She could no longer control her behavior. She walked forward, hugged the old man's legs, and burst into tears.

After hearing Hongying's words, and looking at Hongying who was hugging his legs, the old man was stunned where he stood.

The other villagers were also stunned, with surprise written all over their faces, and the atmosphere became very strange.

Seeing that the situation was a bit awkward, Wang Jianjun hurriedly explained to the old man.

"Brother Guo, right? Don't be afraid. She is my granddaughter, named Hongying. She said she remembered that she was Li Xueyan of this family in her previous life. She insisted on coming back to visit. We couldn't persuade her, so we had to bring her here."

As soon as Wang Jianjun finished speaking, all the villagers' faces changed suddenly and they took a step back. No one dared to speak. Only the old man whom Hongying called Grandpa Guo was held by her and could not move.

These villagers must have known that Xueyan had died a long time ago, and Wang Jianjun’s words must have scared them.

In order to ease the awkward and weird atmosphere, I spoke.

"Hello everyone, I am Ma Jiao from Huangjia Village, Houhu Town. Uncle Wang's words may have frightened you all. Please don't panic. Let me tell you the whole story."

Hongying's mother also picked up Hongying from Grandpa Guo's legs.

So all of us followed Grandpa Guo to his house, and the villagers followed us, helping to bring chairs for us to sit down.

It turns out that Grandpa Guo was Li Xueyan’s neighbor back then.

We told the villagers in detail how Xueyan died, how she was reincarnated as a big yellow dog, why she was beaten to death by Liu Huiqin and the man, and how she was finally reincarnated into the Wang family.

Everyone opened their mouths wide with a look of disbelief. Many of them simply stopped eating, put their bowls away, and listened to my story quietly.

Grandpa Guo had been listening quietly, tears welling up in his eyes. There were some things he should know, but the other villagers didn't seem to believe it. One of them even raised a question.

"You just said that, what evidence can you use to make us believe it?"

"Uncle Xu, your name is Xu Jiaquan. You have a son named Xu Xianyong and a daughter named Xu Xianjing. Your little finger on your left hand is broken. You got it when you were plowing the fields one year."

Hongying, who was in her mother's arms, suddenly said these words, which shocked everyone, especially the middle-aged man who raised the question, whose lips trembled slightly.

"You, how did you know? Could it be that you are really the reincarnation of Xueyan?"

"Yes, if you are really Xueyan's reincarnation? Then do you know me?" one of the women asked again.

"You are Aunt Sun from the easternmost part of the country. You have two older sisters, Feng Chunmei and Feng Chunni."

"She, she's right." The woman was already incoherent.

So everyone asked Hongying one question after another. Since they were all from the same bay, Hongying called out everyone's name and also told them some of their past experiences with Xueyan.

In the end, everyone believed it and sighed.

"Xueyan? Poor child, you have suffered so much!" Grandpa Guo was already in tears.

"When Liu Huiqin said you were drowned, I felt something was wrong, but I couldn't find any flaws, so I just hastily helped her handle your funeral."

Among this group of people, Grandpa Guo should have been the one who cared about Xueyan the most at that time, and his focus was different from that of others.

"Grandpa Guo, please stop crying. This is my fate."

Hongying got off her mother's body again, threw herself into Grandpa Guo's arms, and used her tender hands to wipe Grandpa Guo's tears.

"Grandpa Guo, I came back this time to see how my family is doing."

Hongying continued.

"My child, after you left, your father followed you not long after." Grandpa Guo replied.

Then he told us what happened after the big yellow dog died that day.

It turned out that the big yellow dog died in a very tragic way that day. Others helped bring Liu Huiqin and the wild man back home and asked a village doctor to bandage their wounds. The wild man left the next morning and never came back.

Fortunately, the villagers thought that the big yellow dog was infected with rabies and no one dared to catch it to eat. So Grandpa Guo dragged its body to Xueyan's grave and buried it.

After that day, Liu Huiqin became crazy and disappeared within a few months. Liu Dagui also died not long after that.

Because Liu Dagui had no other relatives, the village cadres organized the villagers to handle Liu Dagui's funeral, and Xueyan's younger brother and sister were also sent to the welfare home in the town.

From then on, there was no one left in the house, and no one dared to live in the house, so it became abandoned.

Hearing this, Hongying burst into tears again, and everyone followed suit and wiped their tears.