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

Wang Erming asked with his eyes wide open in horror.

"How do you know what happened? Anyway, Qiao Xiaofeng is dead. He has been dead for more than a year," Zeng Li continued.

"What about Huang Bo? What happened to him later? Was he arrested and imprisoned or shot?" Wang Erming was surprised and curious and wanted to get to the bottom of it.

It's not surprising that Wang Erming and I had never heard of this. First, we were studying and rarely stayed at home. There were no mobile phones at that time, and information was transmitted slowly. Second, Team 1 and our Team 6 were a bit far apart, and it took an hour to walk there.

"He hasn't been caught. I heard he escaped that night and hasn't been found yet. We don't know whether he's dead or alive," Zeng Li replied.

"The Qiao family is so miserable. They lost their son, and now their little daughter is like this. It's really a sin. Everyone in the village says it's Qiao Xiaoling's fault."

Zeng Li said with a long sigh.

After hearing her words, I fell into deep thought. Could it be that the ghost I saw was Zhu Xiaofeng? He felt that he died unjustly, so he came back to avenge his family, pushed Qiao Xiaolan down the stairs, and was pestering Qiao Xiaoling?

That shouldn’t be the case. Shouldn’t he be taking revenge on Huang Bo? After all, he died at the hands of Huang Bo.

"Liu Feng, what's wrong with you?" As I was thinking, I unknowingly walked to the back. Zeng Li saw that I was falling behind, looked back at me and asked.

"Nothing, it's just too hot." My thoughts were disrupted by her, and I stopped thinking about it and hurried to catch up with them.

After saying goodbye to the three of them, Wang Erming and I walked home.

"Brother Erming, do you know Huang Bo? What kind of person is he?" I asked Wang Erming after they walked away.

"Yes, he's only a few years older than me. When I was free at home, I played with him with some friends from Team 1. He's a nice guy, and he's very loyal. He doesn't look like someone who would kill someone."

Wang Erming said.

"Well, it's hard to explain. Maybe it was just a momentary impulse," I said.

"Yes, it's such a pity that my life is ruined like this. Feng'er, I really want to thank you. If you hadn't persuaded me to continue studying, I might have been in prison now. The best outcome would be to marry a wife and live a hard life at home."

Wang Erming sighed first, then looked at me with gratitude.

"This is your own luck. I didn't play a big role. Brother Erming, you're home now. I'm leaving." As he spoke, he had already arrived at Wang Erming's house.

"Feng'er, let me take you there." Wang Erming said with concern.

"No, it's so hot and in broad daylight, there's no need to send it."

As I spoke, I quickened my pace. It was so hot that I was sweating all over. If there was a refrigerator in front of me, I would probably go straight in.

I ran back home as quickly as I could. As soon as I got home, I took a shower and felt a little better.

When I came out, grandma had already returned. She had gone to town to sell fish.

"Grandma, you're back. Are you tired? Have you eaten?" Seeing that my grandma was sweating profusely, I asked with concern.

"Oh, you haven't eaten yet. Where have you been? Why didn't you eat the meal I left for you this morning?" Grandma had already gone into the kitchen to check.

"Oh, Erming and I went to Qiaojia Village to visit a classmate. I had the lotus leaf cake that Erming brought me in the morning."

As I spoke, I went into the kitchen and brought out the porridge and vegetables that I hadn't eaten that morning for my grandma.

"Grandma, I just got back too. Please eat this little bit of food first. If it's not enough, I'll make more."

"Enough, enough. Let's not do it at noon. Let's talk about it in the evening. Look at your classmates. What's wrong with your classmates?" Grandma sat down, picked up the chopsticks and asked again.

"It turns out that my classmate from Sanxiang Middle School was named Qiao Xiaolan. She jumped off the building and became paralyzed," I said.

"Oh, poor child, what's the matter with you? You've made yourself like this. What will you do in the future?" Grandma sighed and started eating.

While grandma was eating, I told her again how Qiao Xiaoling married Huang Bo from our village and how Huang Bo killed her brother Qiao Xiaofeng.

"Alas, I know about this. An unfortunate marriage destroyed two families. Huang Bo's child is also pitiful. I heard that he has not been found yet. It's good that he hasn't been found. Even if he was found, he might not survive."

Grandma sighed again.

"What did you say just now? Your classmate said he felt like he was pushed down the stairs?" Grandma discovered the key point in my words again.

"Yes, she said so, but her family didn't believe it. Grandma, I also saw a ghost following her sister Zhu Xiaoling today." I continued.

"Oh, something bad will happen to the Qiao family again." Grandma said nervously.

"What should we do? Should we tell them?" I also became nervous.

"Let's wait a moment. If there is really something, they will come to me. If we tell them rashly, they won't believe it." said grandma.

"That's right." I also sighed and turned up the speed of the electric fan a little bit. Grandma looked at it and didn't say anything.

Normally my grandma is afraid of wasting electricity, so when I’m not around she only sets it to the first setting. She says that if the wind is turned up high, the electricity consumption will also increase.

In the next few days, my grandmother and I got up early every day and went fishing before dawn. When the sun just rose, we carried the fish to the town to sell.

With Xiao Hei's great help, we gain a lot every day.

My grandmother is 78 years old this year. I can clearly feel that her health is not as good as before. In the past few years, she only needed to rest once or twice at most when jumping all the way to the town, but now she has to rest four or five times.

I was older, so I asked my grandmother to carry the small bucket while I carried the big bucket. But my small body was not able to do it and it was really difficult to carry the bucket. Every day when I came back from town, there was not a dry place on my body.

Wang Erming would come from time to time to help carry the trash for a day, but grandma always told him not to come, for fear that the Wang family would say that he didn't do his own housework and only came to help us in his old age.

I don't care. Over the years, he has come to help my family and I've gotten used to it. I feel like he is my own brother.

That day, when my grandmother, Wang Erming and I were almost home, we saw a man standing at the door. When we got closer, we found it was Father Qiao. He was squatting at the door smoking.

My heart skipped a beat, thinking something must have happened to the Qiao family.

"Uncle Qiao, hello!" Wang Erming and I called him.

When he saw me and Wang Erming, he was stunned at first, then responded and greeted my grandmother.

"Aunt Xu, you're back."

"Oh, who are you?" Grandma didn't remember who this person was.

"Oh, I'm from Qiaojia Village, and I'm the father of Qiao Xiaolan, a classmate of your granddaughter Liu Feng." Qiao Xiaolan must have told him this.

"This, this boy is also yours?" He didn't remember Wang Erming's name and asked his grandmother.

"He is the second son of the Wang family in front. By the way, what do you want to talk to me about?" Grandma asked as she opened the door and entered the house.

In fact, after hearing his identity, grandma had already guessed about 70% of it.

"Something happened at home, and I'd like to ask you to take a look." Only then did I realize that his eyes were frighteningly dark.

"Okay, you go back first. It's not far away. My Feng'er knows where you live. We can't see you during the day. After dinner, Feng'er and I will go to your house to help."

Grandma agreed without asking any questions.