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

Feeling the black snake's anger, the flower snake let go of the bird.

The black snake came to the side of the flower snake, and the two sturdy snakes stood facing each other, their bodies tense and full of hostility.

The black snake took the lead in attacking. It quickly opened its mouth, revealing its sharp teeth, and pounced on the opponent.

The flower snake dodged nimbly to the side, then quickly counterattacked, whipping its opponent's body hard with its tail.

They rolled in the grass, entangled with each other, trying to suppress each other with the power of their bodies.

The black snake bit the flower snake's neck in an attempt to suffocate it, while the flower snake struggled hard and grabbed the other's body with its sharp claws.

Their bodies sometimes twisted into a ball and sometimes separated as they fought fiercely.

As time went on, many wounds appeared on the bodies of both snakes, but they still refused to give up.

Finally, the black snake found an opportunity, knocked its opponent to the ground with its tail, and bit the flower snake hard on the vital point.

The fallen flower snake tried to struggle to get up, but it was too weak and slowly collapsed on the grass.

The victorious black snake raised its head and made a hissing sound, as if announcing to the surrounding animals.

The soul of the flower snake slowly left its body. It was unwilling but powerless. It stared at the black snake with resentful eyes, and its whole body was filled with black air.

The black snake was covered in wounds and exhausted at this time. It moved its body and slowly swam to the already cold corpse of my bird.

He wrapped the rope around my body, surrounding me, and just lay there quietly.

The little bird that often followed them also dragged its tired and wounded body and walked to their side step by step.

Looking at the snake and the bird, I felt endless sadness and the whole world seemed to be quiet.

Just like that, the sky slowly turned dark.

The next morning, the black snake was still motionless. I stood on the tree trunk and watched everything below silently.

I am already dead. The black snake and the little bird were my best friends and relatives in this life. Even though I was reluctant to let them go, we are already separated by life and death.

The black snake's eyes were unfocused, and I saw two small bumps on the top of its head, which were now filled with blood.

The little bird of similar color to me is my playmate since childhood in this era. We have been together as far as I can remember.

We forage for food, play and sing together every day.

We flapped our light wings and flew quickly between the trees.

Sometimes it flies low over the grass, bringing up a breeze that makes the grass leaves tremble slightly; sometimes it rushes towards the tall treetops and plays with the swaying branches.

The sound of wings sliding through the air is as soft and beautiful as the breeze blowing through the strings of a guitar.

We are like two lively notes, jumping freely on the huge music score of the forest.

As we flew side by side over a clear stream, our graceful figures were reflected on the water, and ripples formed on the water as we passed by.

When I met the black snake, although it disagreed and was very angry, it still stayed by my side.

The sun slowly rose. It took a look at the snake and my corpse, then dragged its wounded and exhausted body and slowly moved to the banyan tree.

It pecked at the soil underground with its beak, from sunrise to sunset, and its mouth was full of blood.

Finally, it pecked out a small hole, and the soil in the hole was stained with traces of blood.

I floated down from the tree and tried to stop its behavior many times, but it was of no avail. It couldn't hear my calls or see me.

After pecking the hole, it fell to the ground tiredly, with its eyes slightly closed, looking at the black snake and my corpse not far away.

On the morning of the third day, when the sun once again shone on the earth, the bird slowed down and the black snake moved.

The black snake rolled up my body with its tail and slowly moved to the small hole in the earth pecked by the bird.

It gently put my body down, then slowly took its head and entire body, squeezed the soil, and buried me bit by bit.

Finally, it squeezed its body hard and formed a smooth little mound of earth.

The little bird flapped its wings desperately, flew to a nearby area, picked up a beautiful little flower with its mouth, and placed it on the small mound of earth.

Looking at what the black snake and the bird did for me, I couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Feng'er, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

My grandma's call brought me back to reality from my dream.

I opened my tearful eyes and saw that my grandma was already dressed and looking at me with a puzzled look.

I stood up and hugged my grandmother, still sobbing slowly. It was too painful to be separated from a loved one.

The departure of the black snake and the bird from me seemed to have drained away my entire energy.

I hugged my grandma tightly, afraid that she would slip away from my hands. In this life, my grandma is the closest person to me.

I'm really afraid that one day she will leave me and my whole world will collapse.

"What's wrong, Feng'er, did you have a nightmare? It was just a dream."

Grandma hugged me tightly. She stroked my head with one hand and patted my back gently with the other, comforting me softly.

"Grandma, you must be well and stay with me forever."

I choked up again.

"Isn't this okay, grandma? I'll always be with you. Come on, get up quickly. Today is the last day of the holiday. You have to accompany grandma to sell fish!"

Grandma let me go and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes.

"Uh-huh!"

I also let go of my grandma and quickly got up and washed.

My grandma still carried the big bucket and I carried the small bucket.

On the way, my grandma kept asking me what sad things I had dreamed about. I answered her perfunctorily and made up a story to tell her.

To be honest, I didn’t know how to describe the scene in the dream to my grandma. A snake and a bird buried another little bird. It was incredible.

What’s even more incomprehensible is that the dead bird was me.

Many times, the scenes in dreams are just small fragments that cannot be connected at all.

I also once pondered hard, could it be that the bird was my previous life?

When we arrived in town, it was just dawn. Soon, my grandmother and I had sold all the fish.

My grandma took me and for the first time ever we each had a bowl of meat noodles.

In order to save money, we often go home and make our own breakfast, and when we do, we only eat vegetarian noodles.

After eating the noodles, my grandma and I bought some school supplies and some seasonings needed for the family and went home happily.

Today is the last day of the holiday. I didn’t let my grandma cook. I cooked lunch and dinner, and my grandma enjoyed the meals very much.

In the evening, Wang Erming came over again and ate the food I cooked. He danced with joy.

"What time do you leave tomorrow morning?"

He asked me while eating.

"Just sleep until you wake up naturally. It's too hot these days, so there's no point in going too early," I said.

"Okay then, I'll come over when I get up tomorrow."

After he finished eating, he wiped his mouth and stood up to help me clean up the dishes, but I stopped him.