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

"Okay!" I replied, knowing what Wang Erming was asking.

"Well, Uncle Huang, Auntie, Liu Feng and I will go back now. We will come to see Xiaolan next time."

Wang Erming said goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Qiao.

"Well, okay, thank you so much. Please come and visit me often. My Xiaolan is in a much better mood these days."

Dad Qiao thanked us again.

Qiao Xiaoling walked us for a while before turning back. Wang Erming and I picked up the flashlights and walked back.

With the help of flashlight, we walked onto the main road and back home.

On the way, Wang Erming asked me about Qiao Xiaoling's situation. I told him that Qiao Xiaoling should be there on the day Huang Bo was buried.

He also said that Qiao Xiaolan had a good attitude.

He was also very pleased and sent me home. He also made an appointment that he would go to Huang's house with us early on August 8th.

First, to see Brother Huang Bo off, and second, to go and help the Huang family early.

When I got home, grandma was still standing at the door enjoying the cool air.

I sat at the door with my grandma again and chatted until 12 o'clock before going into the house to sleep.

Time flies, and it’s August 8th in a blink of an eye.

I got up early in the morning, and my grandma, as a Yin-Yang master, also had to go.

By the time my grandma and I had eaten some porridge, Wang Erming had already come over.

After cleaning up the dishes, the three of us set off. Since grandma was with us, we couldn't ride bikes and had to walk.

On the way, the sun came out, and Wang Erming picked three lotus leaves from a small pond on the side of the road to use as an umbrella.

The lotus leaf has so many uses. It can block rain, provide shade, and be used to steam lotus leaf cakes, which can then be drunk as slimming tea.

When we arrived at the Huang family, Huang Yu and Huang Qing were both at home. They had taken leave to come back for their brother's funeral.

Because Huang Bo died young, there wouldn't be a grand ceremony like when an old man passes away.

When an old person dies of old age, people call it a white wedding, but when a young person dies, only the closest relatives and close friends come to see him off.

Ordinary friends and people from the village would not come. If they came, it would only add to the grief of the deceased's relatives.

When the three of us arrived, only Huang's father and mother's brothers, sisters and family members were there.

The Huang family still invited four monks to chant sutras. This was what grandma asked them to do, and it would also help to resolve some of Huang Bo’s resentment.

As soon as Wang Erming arrived at the Huang family, he followed Huang Qing to help. I followed grandma to handle things. Grandma had handled many funerals like this, so she managed it quite smoothly.

Huang Bo's urn was placed in a coffin. Grandma looked at the time and arranged to seal the coffin.

After a while, the eight coffin bearers hired by the Huang family arrived. Grandma looked at the time again and asked them to lift the coffin and walk to the cemetery.

I looked up at the intersection and didn't see Qiao Xiaoling, which made me a little disappointed.

Logically speaking, Qiao Xiaoling should have come over, right? Could it be that she regretted and didn't want to come and see Huang Bo off?

The funeral procession moved slowly forward. I walked to the end of the procession and looked back at the intersection several times, but still did not see Qiao Xiaoling.

"Why haven't you come yet?"

I muttered something and followed the team forward.

The crying of Huang Ma in the front was particularly miserable. With the support of Huang Yu and Huang Qing, she sobbed inconsolably and walked with staggering steps, crying.

Several women also started crying, and the men in the farewell procession also had red eyes.

They are the closest people, and it is heartbreaking to see the young die.

My emotions were also caught up in it. I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes and followed the team forward, looking back from time to time.

I hope that the moment I turn around, Qiao Xiaoling will appear in front of me.

After walking along a section of the road, we have to pass a ridge before we can reach their cemetery.

"Feng'er, be careful."

I just stepped onto the ridge of the field and almost fell down accidentally. I don't know when Wang Erming walked beside me and he held me up.

Fortunately, he helped me up, otherwise, I would have fallen into the field.

"Sister Xiaoling."

After I stood firm, I was surprised to find that Qiao Xiaoling was standing behind Wang Erming and me.

She was wearing a black dress with a white flower in her hair. She was supported by a man and followed us silently.

"Liu Feng, this is my cousin. My leg injury hasn't healed yet, so he rode his bike to carry me here."

When she saw me, Qiao Xiaoling whispered to me.

I looked up at the bicycle parked on the road and realized that she didn't dare to go directly to the Huang family and had been waiting at the intersection of the cemetery.

We didn't say anything else and followed the team to the cemetery. The grave had been dug long ago.

Following grandma's order, Huang Bo's coffin was slowly lowered, and then the people who helped covered the coffin with soil one shovel at a time, and finally piled up a small mound of soil.

Huang Bo's short life ended just like that. He died so miserably because of his misplaced love and his own recklessness.

I hope he can live a peaceful life in his next life.

Qiao Xiaoling beside me had already burst into tears. Some of the Huang family’s relatives had already noticed her, but they just gave her a cold look and ignored her.

They all have complaints against Qiao Xiaoling, so their attitude towards her is certainly not very good.

I guess Huang Ma was so sad that she didn't even see Qiao Xiaoling. Otherwise, given the rural women's behavior, she would have definitely started cursing.

My guess turned out to be correct. When everyone had finished everything and was heading back.

Huang Qing saw Qiao Xiaoling standing next to me, wiped his tears and shouted at her.

"Qiao Xiaoling, what are you doing here? How dare you come here?"

Huang Yu looked up at Qiao Xiaoling without saying anything. There was anger in his eyes as he looked at her coldly.

"What, Qiao Xiaoling, she's here?"

Huang Ma seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and as if she had been injected with chicken blood, she rushed towards us with red eyes.

Huang Yu grabbed her mother, probably because she was afraid that she would fall.

But at this time, Huang Ma was extremely jealous when she saw her enemy, and her strength increased, so Huang Yu couldn't hold her back at all.

She rushed directly to Qiao Xiaoling.

With a slap, Qiao Xiaoling was slapped hard. Qiao Xiaoling did not dodge at all. She let Huang Ma hit her with tears in her eyes.

"You disaster star, how dare you come here? It's you, it's you who killed my Xiaobo."

Huang Ma slapped Qiao Xiaoling hard again. She hit and scolded her at the same time, as if she had turned all the grief she had accumulated during this period into strength and hit Qiao Xiaoling with it.

"sorry Sorry!"

Qiao Xiaoling covered her two red faces with her hands and knelt down.

Mother Huang had no intention of stopping at all. Even though Qiao Xiaoling had already knelt in front of her, she still clenched her fists and punched Qiao Xiaoling on the head and back again and again.

At this time, the Qiao family members and relatives and friends all watched all this coldly, and no one stepped forward to take Huang Ma away.

I couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so I stepped forward and grabbed Huang's mother to stop her from beating Qiao Xiaoling.

"Auntie, calm down and take care of yourself."