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

"Feng'er, get up quickly. I have something to tell you." Wang Erming was still calling outside the window.

"Okay, okay, stop shouting. Wait outside for a while while I go take a shower." I said to him impatiently, touching the sticky sweat on my body.

"Okay, okay, you take a shower first, change your clothes and come out, I'll wait for you outside." He continued to shout at me.

I got up lazily, fetched some water from the small tank in the backyard, rinsed myself, went into the room, changed my clothes and came out.

Seeing Wang Erming standing at the door with a smile on his face, he said to her angrily.

"Brother Erming, you are really busy. Do you know what time I went to bed last night? You disturbed my sweet sleep so early. What's the matter? Tell me quickly. It's nothing. I'm going to help grandma fish."

I didn't see grandma at home. She must have gone fishing again. It was so hot, she must have gotten up before dawn, caught the fish and went to town early to sell them.

She probably only slept for two or three hours last night. I always tell her not to be so tired, but she just won't listen.

"Let's go, let's go. We have agreed to go see Qiao Xiaolan together. You can come with us." He ignored me and spoke to me with a serious face.

"What's wrong with Qiao Xiaolan? You, don't be anxious, I haven't eaten yet." I shook off his hand and shouted.

Maybe it’s because I’ve grown up, but now when Wang Erming holds my hand, I always feel an inexplicable sense of rejection.

"Let's go, they are all waiting. Look, I brought you some food." He said as he handed over a cake with his other hand.

"Lotus leaf cake! Where does it come from?" I was surprised. This lotus leaf cake is a delicacy in this area.

This delicacy can only be eaten in summer when fresh lotus leaves are available.

The specific method is to knead the old dough and flour together, let it ferment for an hour, knead it again, make them one by one, place them on the newly picked lotus leaves, and ferment them again.

Finally, steam it in a large iron pot. The lotus leaf cake made with this flour has a fresh fragrance of lotus leaves and is quite delicious, especially the ones on the edge of the iron pot, which are baked yellow and crispy and taste even better.

I took it from Wang Erming and saw that it was the yellowish color, so I opened my mouth and stuffed it into my mouth.

"Eat slowly. My mother made it this morning. There is still a lot left. I will bring you some when I come back later." Wang Erming said with a smile as he watched me eat.

"You just said you were going to see Qiao Xiaolan. What happened to her?" I asked again while eating, making a humming sound in my mouth.

This Qiao Xiaolan is from Qiaojia Village. She was in the same class as me in junior high school. Her sister Qiao Xiaoling was in the same class as Wang Erming. Since we lived very close to each other, we had a good relationship.

We lost contact after I transferred to another school. I heard that she learned tailoring after graduating from junior high school.

"Qiao Xiaolan jumped off the building and is paralyzed at home. I heard about it from other classmates a few days ago, so we decided to go see her." Wang Erming said as he walked forward.

"You, what did you say? Jumped off the building, paralyzed? What happened?" After hearing his words, I stopped eating lotus leaf cake and asked quickly.

"I don't know the specific situation, but he is paralyzed. Let's go and take a look." Wang Erming looked heavy-hearted and continued to move forward.

I followed Wang Erming with a questioning look on my face. Because I was so hungry, I slowly finished eating the cake.

When I arrived at the village entrance, there were already three people waiting there. One, named Deng Xiaojun, was Wang Erming's classmate, another one, named Huang Chunrong, was from our village, and another one, named Zeng Li, was also from Qiaojia Village. They were both my junior high school classmates.

After meeting and exchanging a few pleasantries, we walked towards Qiao Xiaolan's house together.

It turns out that Deng Xiaojun, Huang Chunrong, Zeng Li and Qiao Xiaolan all learned tailoring from the same master.

Deng Xiaojun met Wang Erming a few days ago and they made an appointment to go see Qiao Xiaolan together today.

Wang Erming originally wanted to ask me out yesterday, but he couldn't find me at home, so he had to go and call me early this morning.

"You all brought gifts, but I, I have nothing." Looking at them holding things in their hands, I said a little embarrassedly.

"It's okay. We pooled our money to buy these things, and I paid your share as well," said Wang Erming.

"Okay!" I pouted, still a little embarrassed.

"By the way, Huang Chunrong, Zeng Li, and Brother Xiaojun, since you and Qiao Xiaolan have the same master, do you know why she jumped off the building?"

As we walked, I asked them curiously, how will a girl who is paralyzed in bed live for the rest of her life? I felt very sorry for her.

"Oh! I don't know what happened. She was fine some time ago, but I haven't seen her go to the master for about 10 days. A few days ago, I met people from her bay and asked them, then I found out that she jumped off the building." Zeng Li said with a sigh.

"Yeah, I've never seen her unhappy about anything. How could this happen?" Huang Chunrong also echoed.

"We don't know the specific situation. Let's go to her house and take a look." Zeng Li sighed again.

The two villages are close to each other. Our group of five walked for about 20 minutes and arrived at Zhu Xiaolan's house. When we arrived at her house, we threw away the wilted lotus leaves in our hands.

It was almost 11 o'clock when we left my house. The sun was scorching. On the way, we came across a small pond with lotus leaves, so we each picked one to use as an umbrella.

I had never been to Zhu Xiaolan's home before, but I didn't expect that her family was a wealthy family in the village. It was a two-story Western-style building, and it looked like it was built in the past two years.

In recent years, many villagers still live in mud brick houses. Some of the richest people built red brick and tile houses. Those who can build small Western-style houses should be the richest people in the village.

There is only one family in our village who runs a business and has built a building.

We knocked on the door for a long time before a middle-aged man came out. He should be Zhu Xiaolan's father.

"Uncle, let's come and see Xiaolan." Zeng Li walked up to him and said.

"Oh, then come in." Mr. Zhu's expression was gloomy. He glanced at us, then opened the door and let us in.

We followed him to the door of a room on the first floor and he pushed it open.

"Xiaolan is inside, you guys go in, I'm going to get busy." He said lightly.

"Xiaolan, are you okay?" Zeng Li walked in front and said to a person who was half lying on the bed.

We followed him in. The room was very clean, but there was still a faint smell of urine. It should be because Zhu Xiaolan was really paralyzed and had to take care of her menstrual hygiene in the room.

"You're here?" Zhu Xiaolan looked up at us, said something, then turned her head and stared out the window with a dull look.

The Zhu Xiaolan in front of me is really different from the one she was in junior high school.

When she was in junior high school, she was quite cheerful and smiled all the time. Because she was a little fat and had a round face, she gave people a funny feeling.

At this moment, she looked haggard, with dull eyes and a glazed look. Because it was summer, she was only wearing a short pajamas and had almost no flesh on her body.