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

Uncle Qin called a tricycle to take my grandma and me back home.

After arriving home, I placed the soul-purifying bottle on the incense table with the black dragon picture as usual, bathed, burned incense, and knelt down sincerely.

The Qin family’s problem was finally resolved, and my grandma and I went to bed peacefully.

The next morning, I slept until noon again. It was snowing lightly and it was extremely cold. Grandma had already lit a fire, and we sat around it to drive away the cold.

The Chinese New Year is just a few days away. My grandmother and I left the door ajar. People passed by from time to time. The earliest group of people who went out to work came back one after another before the Spring Festival.

I saw many people coming back from the town with large and small bags. Most of them would take tricycles home, while a few chose to walk home to save on fare.

Most of the workers of this generation become tailors, that is, they work in garment factories. They learn at home for a period of time. They use mechanical sewing machines at home, and when they go to the factory, they use electric ones, which are quite fast.

I heard from people in the village that some of the newcomers were not used to using motors and some hurt their hands, but they will get used to it after a while.

Working in the coastal areas, the salary income is generally several times higher than that in the inland areas. However, it is also quite hard work. It is said that people have to work fifteen or sixteen hours a day.

But compared with the hardships of working in the fields, migrant workers can bear it, and it also brings good economic benefits to the family.

In many families, as long as one or two young people go out to work, the family's life will get better and better, and more and more people will build new houses.

A few days later, Uncle Qin came to my house, expressed his gratitude, gave my grandmother a red envelope, and told her that Qin Fengwei, because of the grief over the loss of his wife, was going to hand the child over to the old couple and would go out to work after the Spring Festival.

That night, Yu Cui found me, expressed her gratitude to me, and then set off.

Another peaceful year has passed. During the Spring Festival, Wang Erming would often come to our home to help with some work and have meals with us.

In the blink of an eye, the day of school started arrived, and Wang Erming took me to school as usual.

At the school gate, I met Zhang Chen. The situation when we met was a bit awkward and they looked at each other strangely.

Moreover, this time, Zhang Chen didn’t even say hello to me. He turned around and ran into the campus quickly with his luggage.

"Does this guy named Zhang Chen like you?" Wang Erming's low voice suddenly came to my ears.

"What did you say?" I happened to be greeting a classmate and didn't hear it clearly, so I asked.

“It doesn’t matter if you didn’t hear it.” Wang Erming said.

I was completely confused. I looked at Wang Erming, shrugged, and continued walking towards the dormitory.

Wang Erming didn't stay long. He put down my luggage and left.

"Thank you, Brother Erming!" I waved at him.

"Xiaomei, you're here." I was packing my luggage on the upper bunk when I saw Zhu Xiaomei walk into the dormitory with red eyes.

"Xiaomei, why don't you bring any luggage?" He asked again when he saw that she was only holding a small cloth bag in her hand.

"Liu Feng, I'm going to leave you." Zhu Xiaomei immediately burst into tears, tears streaming down her face.

"What's wrong? What happened? What happened? Why are you crying?"

I was startled and quickly put down the work in my hands, jumped off the bed, and asked while helping Zhu Xiaomei wipe her tears.

"I, I want to drop out of school. My family won't allow me to study anymore." She said with a sob.

"Why?" I was puzzled. Didn't she fight for this opportunity to go to high school at the risk of her life? How could she be stopped from going to high school after only half a semester?

"My family has no money to support my studies. At the beginning, I promised my father that I would only be allowed to continue my studies if I could at least rank in the top 10 in the exam. But I didn't do it." She continued crying.

"It's only half a semester! Tell your dad that we will work hard together next semester and we will definitely get into the top 10," I advised.

"Forget it, I give up." She said as she packed her luggage.

"My dad has gone to process the withdrawal procedures. I'm packing my things and leaving. I'll see you again someday."

She packed her luggage, wiping her tears, feeling very depressed.

"Xiaomei, don't worry. Where is your father? I'll go find him and tell him to give you another chance."

I was very excited. If Zhu Xiaomei gave up, it would become a regret in her life.

"No need, that's it, I accept my fate." She choked again.

I ignored her and rushed out. In fact, in high school, teachers don’t care whether students study or not, because elementary and junior high schools are compulsory education.

Zhu Xiaomei's father went to go through the withdrawal procedures, but in fact he just needed to tell the head teacher. School had just started today, so the head teacher should be in the office.

As soon as I left the dormitory, I rushed straight to Teacher Deng's office.

When I arrived at the office door, I saw a middle-aged man sitting opposite Teacher Deng with his hands folded.

He was a typical country man with dark skin. He rubbed his hands unconsciously, just like a student who had done something wrong and was accepting criticism from his teacher.

At this moment, Teacher Deng should be persuading him to let Zhu Xiaomei stay and continue studying, but it may be impossible to persuade her. Teacher Deng shook his head regretfully.

The middle-aged man stood up and stretched out his hand cautiously. Teacher Deng shook hands with him politely and waved goodbye.

He walked out of Teacher Deng's office covered in dust and dirt.

I didn't want to disturb Teacher Deng, so when he came out, I quietly shrank behind him, followed the middle-aged man to the playground, and rushed forward quickly.

"Hello! Are you Zhu Xiaomei's father?" I asked.

He was stunned for a moment, then turned to see me and said, "Yes, you are? Are you Xiaomei's classmate?"

"Hello, Uncle Zhu, my name is Liu Feng, and I want to ask you why you don't let Zhu Xiaomei continue her studies."

I asked in a serious tone with a hint of reproach.

He stopped and looked at me with a helpless look. I found that Zhu Xiaomei's eyebrows and eyes looked very similar to his father's, except for the mouth.

"Liu Feng, right? I can't do anything about it. My family is in a bad situation and I really can't afford it."

At this time, Zhu's father's eyes were red and full of guilt.

"No matter how poor you are, you can't be poor in education. Xiaomei has good grades. If she works hard, she should be able to get into university in the future. It would be a pity if she gives up now."

I really hope that my words can make Mr. Zhu change his decision.

"Actually, I also want her to read it, but reality doesn't allow it?" he said again.

"Uncle Zhu, is there any difficulty at home?"

Looking at his expression and listening to his words, I softened my tone a lot. I knew that Mr. Zhu was not biased towards boys, nor was he an unreasonable person. His family was probably really in financial difficulty.

"Yes! Xiaomei's mother was seriously ill last year. She seems to be almost cured, but she owes a large debt. Now she can't do heavy work and has to take medicine every day. It's really hard for me to support this family alone."

He clenched his hands tightly and sighed helplessly.

"Well, Xiaomei has no choice but to go back. She has found a family in the city to work as a nanny. The family said that if she works for a few years, they can help her find a job in the city."