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

"Oh, oh, Brother Huang Bo asked us to tell you."

Wang Erming took over the conversation.

"Calm down for a moment and let us slowly explain the situation to you."

I stood up and slowly pulled Huang Qing down, letting her sit back on the chair. Wang Erming did the same, holding Huang's father's shoulders and slowly comforting him to let him sit down again.

I really feel that Wang Erming and I are being cruel now.

Mother Huang cried for a long time and finally stopped.

"You, you are not lying to us, are you?" Mother Huang still had a glimmer of hope. She wanted to get an uncertain answer from us to prove that Huang Bo was still alive.

"I'm sorry, Auntie, what we said is true. Please calm down and listen to us." I said to her.

"Okay! You guys talk, we listen."

Dad Huang calmed himself down, tears welling up in his eyes, and prepared himself to accept this cruel fact.

So we told the Huang family everything that happened that day and everything Huang Bo had told us.

Because some of the things we said were impossible for outsiders to know except Huang Bo himself and the Huang family, they had to believe that what we said was true.

When Huang's mother heard us say that Huang Bo was beaten to death, she fainted from crying. Huang Qing and I helped her to the bed.

Huang Qing was crying so hard at this time, and Huang's father was also in tears.

"Liu Feng! My son Huang Bo, he, he said something else to you." Huang's father asked while wiping his tears.

"Brother Huang Bo said that we should find his body and bury him in peace," I said.

"Okay, I, we'll find a way to find it." Dad Huang continued to wipe his tears.

"Did he say anything else?"

Dad Huang burst into tears again. He was filled with despair as he confirmed that his son was no longer alive. No matter how strong a father was, he could not control his emotional breakdown at this moment.

"It's hard for him to let go of his resentment. We may have to help him fulfill some of his wishes. Otherwise, he will cause trouble for the Qiao family again, which will affect his reincarnation."

To be honest, as a genuine rural person, he should also understand the truth.

"It's what he deserves. My brother should be asked to take revenge on the Qiao family. They hurt my brother so badly."

Huang Qing, whose eyes were already red and swollen, was indignant and said viciously.

"Xiao Qing, don't say that. When will this cycle of revenge end? Just forget it. Your brother is not completely innocent."

Huang's father stopped Huang Qingdao.

This simple and honest country man lost his son, but he did not complain or put all the blame on the other party.

At this moment, he just wanted to find his son's body as soon as possible so that he could rest in peace. He didn't want to pay too much attention to other things and let everything take its course.

"The most important thing now is to find your brother's body." He said to Huang Qing.

"It's just that the journey is long. Although my Xiaobo has told you where his body is, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to find it when we get there!"

Father Huang looked at me and sighed.

"Uncle Huang, today I am mainly here to discuss this matter with you. I know the director of the town police station, and I would like to go with you to find him and see if he can help."

I said to Huang's father.

"Well, well, my Huang Bo has already registered at the police station, but there's no guarantee that they will help." Huang's father looked worried.

"It's okay, Uncle Huang. I've helped him a lot before. Let's go look for it first. Maybe it can be done."

I comforted her.

"Okay then, I'll go to the police station with you this afternoon."

"Xiaoqing, go and bring out the porridge you cooked this morning, and take out some pickles for your classmates and sister Liu Feng to eat. We will go to town later."

He instructed Huang Qing again.

"I'm sorry, I have to ask you to just eat something." After he said that, he stood up and went back to the room.

Huang Qing wiped away her tears, went into the kitchen, and brought out porridge and pickles.

"Come over and have something to eat." She asked us to go eat, but we were both in a heavy mood and had no appetite.

"Sister Huang Qing, please stop working so hard. We can't eat anymore." I said to her.

"Okay, then you guys eat some watermelon." She said to us while looking at the watermelon she had cut earlier.

The Huang family certainly couldn't eat anything. I looked at the clock hanging on the wall in their house. It was not yet 12 o'clock. Director Xiao should not have gone to work yet. We had to wait at least an hour before we could set off for the town.

"Okay, Sister Huang Qing, go do your thing, we'll sit for a while."

I said to Huang Qing, but she didn't respond to me and went into the room, probably to see her mother.

Wang Erming and I looked at each other. The weather was too hot, and we had talked so much, so we were still a little thirsty, so we each picked up a piece of watermelon and started eating it.

"Feng'er, do you think Director Xiao can help with this?" Wang Erming asked me while eating a watermelon.

"I don't know. Let's see when we get there."

I was really unsure, but this was the only solution. If the Huang family tried to find Huang Bo's body on their own, it would be very difficult.

Even if I can bring Huang Bo's ghost with me, the place should be easy to find. But it would be hard to say if we can't get the body out. If we are discovered by those thugs in the mine, we may not be able to get out.

In this day and age, the law is not yet so sound, and they are involved in both the black and white worlds. It is really difficult for ordinary people to rely on their own abilities.

Thinking of this, the watermelon in my mouth felt tasteless.

"Liu Feng, are we going now?"

Just as I was daydreaming, Mr. Huang came out with a bag of things.

"Oh, Uncle Huang, you may have to wait a while. Director Xiao should not be at work until 1:30," I said to him.

"Oh, okay, wait a little longer then."

He sat back in his previous chair, looking through the things in his hand with a confused look on his face.

I found that he was looking through his family’s household registration book, which also contained several photos of Huang Bo. As I looked at them, tears began to flow again.

It is not easy for us to persuade him anymore. The more we persuade him, the sadder he will be. We can only let him heal the pain in his heart slowly by himself.

In this atmosphere, the waiting time was too long. Wang Erming and I didn't dare to speak and just looked at the hands on the clock from time to time.

Finally, the sun shone directly at the gate, and the clock pointed to 1 o'clock, and I spoke to Dad Huang.

"Uncle Huang, are you feeling better?"

I tentatively asked Mr. Huang, who had a blank expression on his face.

"Oh, time's up, let's go." He came back to his senses.

After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the motorcycle parked under the shade of a tree. Wang Erming and I followed him.

He started the motorcycle, kicked the stand with his foot, staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Wang Erming was quick to act and stepped forward to hold on to him and the motorcycle.

"Uncle Huang, you'd better not drive. Let me drive. My second uncle has a motorcycle and I've ridden it many times."

Wang Erming knew that Uncle Huang was in a bad mood at the moment and was afraid of danger if he rode a motorcycle, so he volunteered.