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

This matter came to an end, but after Jiang Chunli transferred to another school, the relationship between Zhang Chen and I gradually underwent subtle changes.

In the corner of the campus where the sun shines, when our eyes accidentally meet, at that moment, time seems to freeze, and I always try to avoid it.

Sitting on the back seat of his bicycle, my smile was like the spring sun, warm and bright, and his eyes were like the deep starry sky, full of mystery.

In class, he would unconsciously steal glances at my back, feeling a little sweet in his heart.

On the basketball court, his agile figure attracted my attention. The cheers of other girls came one after another, but I stood by the window of the classroom or in the corridor of the dormitory, curling my lips and looking into the distance.

An unintentional touch will make my heart beat faster and my face turn red with shyness.

This feeling is like a seedling, growing quietly in our hearts.

But I did not lose my way because of this. Neither of us broke that layer of window paper. On the surface, I still maintained a certain distance as before.

My grades are much better than his, and I often encourage him to study hard and live up to his youth and his family.

Winter passed and spring came, and we soon entered our third year of high school.

Senior year of high school is a war without the smoke of gunpowder.

The classroom was filled with a tense atmosphere. The piles of books and materials on the desks were like silent pressure, weighing heavily on every student's heart.

Every student looked focused, their eyes fixed on the blackboard and the teacher.

Their pens danced quickly on the notebooks, recording every important point of knowledge.

The classroom was so quiet that the only sounds left were the friction between pen tips and paper, and the occasional sound of turning pages.

The break time is no longer filled with laughter and joy as before.

Some of the students continued to work on their homework, while others took the time to ask questions to the teacher.

Everyone's face was filled with fatigue, but their eyes were full of desire for knowledge.

Examinations have become commonplace, and after each exam, students will nervously wait for the results to be announced.

The quality of their grades is directly related to their future.

Life is like a taut string, which may break if you are not careful.

However, in this tense atmosphere, the students were also silently persevering.

They know that only by putting in more effort can they get good results in the college entrance examination.

The tension of senior year in high school is an indescribable pressure.

But it is this pressure that motivates every student to keep moving forward and strive for their dreams.

But in the face of this pressure, I suffered from insomnia.

Late at night, everything was quiet, and the moonlight shone through the gaps in the curtains onto the bed in the dormitory.

I lay in bed, unable to close my eyes, and the teacher's advice kept echoing in my mind.

My heart beat faster and faster, as if it was about to jump out of my throat. Fine beads of sweat began to seep out of my forehead and palms, and my body began to tremble involuntarily.

I tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position, but found that I couldn't calm down no matter what I did.

My eyes were fixed on the ceiling, but test papers and difficult questions appeared in front of me, as if mocking me.

I recalled the tense atmosphere in the classroom during the day, the figures of my classmates writing furiously, and my own homework that seemed to never be finished.

Time passed minute by minute, and everyone else in the dormitory had already fallen asleep, but I was still awake.

In desperation, I really wanted to get up and walk to the window, but I didn't dare to disturb other students. I could only look at the dark night sky through the window, my heart filled with confusion and helplessness.

The pressure of the college entrance examination is like a heavy stone, which makes me breathless.

I don’t know if I can withstand such pressure and whether I can get good results in the college entrance examination.

The pain of insomnia makes me feel extremely tired and desperate.

In my senior year of high school, I went home once a month instead of once a week.

On the day of the holiday, I packed my things, dragged my tired body, and slowly walked home.

Maybe he didn't want to have a bad influence on me, so he always caught up with me at the intersection on his bicycle.

As usual, I heard the tinkling sound of bicycle bells. I turned around and saw Zhang Chen had gotten off the bike and was standing next to me.

At this moment, my body seemed to have been drained of all its strength, and I felt weak and faltering, as if every step required a huge effort.

His face was as pale as paper, without any blood, and his dark circles were as dark as ink, revealing deep fatigue.

His eyes were confused and empty, having lost their former luster, as if he had lost his soul due to insomnia.

His lips were slightly pale, dry and cracked, without a trace of blood.

He was emaciated, and his clothes hung loosely on his body, as if he might fall down at any moment.

"Liu Feng, why do you look so bad?"

Zhang Chen's worried gaze and caring words are the warmest presence.

"I've been having some insomnia lately."

I replied weakly.

"I see that you haven't been in a good mood recently. Are you too nervous? Your grades are so good, there's no need to be so nervous. You will definitely pass the exam."

He whispered his consolation in a low voice, looking a little lonely, perhaps because he was thinking about his poor grades and his hopelessness of getting into university.

"I didn't think about it, but I just couldn't sleep."

I feel helpless.

“Come on, get in the car, I’ll take you home first, and I’ll go ask for you when we get back to school tomorrow night.

I have a distant cousin who works in a bank. I met her on the street a while ago. She said she was practicing some Chinese health-preserving and intelligence-enhancing exercises, which I heard can improve sleep. "

He said as he patted the back seat of the bicycle, motioning for me to sit on it.

"really?"

My eyes lit up, as if I saw hope.

I'm really scared. If this situation continues, I'm going to collapse.

Not only will it affect learning, it may also develop into depression.

"Let me ask her tomorrow. She said many people in town are practicing. I heard that teachers in our school are also practicing."

He continued.

"Okay then!" I curled the corners of my lips slightly and climbed into his back seat.

He slowly got on the bike from the front and rode very slowly, as if he was afraid of throwing me off.

I was so tired that after getting in the car, as the car swayed, my mind relaxed unconsciously.

I gently leaned my head on his lower back, slowly closed my eyes, felt the breeze, and enjoyed this pleasant time.

"Got home."

Zhang Chen called me softly, and I slowly opened my eyes. Although I didn't fall asleep, my complexion looked much better after closing my eyes and concentrating all the way.

He supported himself on the ground with his feet, and after he stopped, I slowly came down.

"I'll pick you up from school tomorrow."

After he finished speaking to me, he kicked his feet, and with a blush on his face, he rode away like the wind.

"Feng'er, you're back?"

I was still looking at Zhang Chen's back when I heard Wang Erming's voice from behind, which scared me.

"Brother Erming, why are you here? Have you finished your work?"

I turned around and saw him and asked.

During the summer vacation, Wang Erming was confused about the division of labor. He should have been assigned to a middle school in another town more than 30 kilometers away, but he was unwilling to go.