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

The university starts late, so we have to wait until the 18th day of the first lunar month to start school. After returning from Zhang Huajun's house, I didn't run around and stayed at home to accompany my grandma for a few days.

After the Spring Festival, grandma's complexion looked a little better. I always felt that her health was not as strong as before. I wanted to persuade her to have a full body check-up, but she refused, so I had to give up.

During this period, Uncle Huang came several times. It looked a little worried, not as lively and cute as before. It would look at me meaningfully from time to time.

Seeing it like this, I felt like it seemed to have something to say to me, but after asking it several times, it just perfunctorily answered.

When I asked it again, it ran away. I couldn't do anything about it, so I had to let it go.

On the Lantern Festival, grandma looked good and we still received the rice dumplings sent by Wang Erming. However, as elementary school had already started, Wang Erming left in a hurry after delivering the dumplings.

He said he would take a leave the day after tomorrow to take me to town to take the bus, but I refused. I am already that old, and it is not difficult for me to take the bus to town by myself, and I don’t want to delay his work.

Grandma's complexion is much better than before, so I suddenly had an idea and made two kinds of dumplings, one fried and one boiled. The two of them happily ate a lot.

This year it was another late spring cold snap. On the morning of the 16th day of the first lunar month, small snowflakes started floating from the sky. My grandmother and I had nothing to do, so we lit a fire at home and watched TV.

On the 17th, the snow fell even harder, so my grandma and I went to bed early.

In the middle of the night, I felt something pressing on me, waking me up. It was too cold, and I didn't want to get up, so I closed my eyes and lazily called out:

"Grandma, what are you doing? You're crushing me."

I thought it was grandma who got up to go to the bathroom. It is normal for the elderly to get up at night.

"Grandma, grandma, is that you?"

I called out several times but didn't hear any response from my grandma, so I stuck my head out from under the quilt and looked over.

I saw a dark shadow half lying on the bed. I was sleeping inside, and part of the shadow was pressing on me. My heart trembled and I screamed.

"Grandma, grandma, what's wrong with you?"

Then I turned over and got up, and as I stood up, grandma fell to the side again.

I hurriedly put on my cotton jacket, got up and turned on the light.

I saw grandma lying there quietly, her face looked strangely gloomy and her eyes had lost their former luster.

The corners of his mouth seemed a little crooked, as if he was trying hard to express something but was unable to do so.

The facial muscles seemed a little stiff, and the expression was frozen in the pain and helplessness at that moment.

The body was slightly curled up, and seemed to still be lying in a reclining position.

His mouth was slightly open and a rumbling sound came from his throat.

His breathing was weak and difficult, and every breath seemed to use up all his strength. One could clearly feel that his life was gradually slipping away, and he looked so fragile.

"Grandma, grandma." I cried, at a loss.

My remaining rationality told me that grandma was most likely suffering from a cerebral infarction or a myocardial infarction.

I broke out in a cold sweat and with trembling hands I struggled to gently lay grandma down on her side, slightly raising her head and tilting her head to one side.

I loosened her collar and found a cold towel to cover grandma's head.

In this silent snowy night, my crying sounded particularly desolate and sad.

My cries trembled in the cold air, and each cry was like a sharp knife, piercing deep into my heart.

The falling snowflakes mixed with my crying, revealing an unspeakable loneliness and despair.

As I cried, I regretted not taking my grandma for a physical check-up some time ago.

But there’s no use regretting now. The most urgent thing is to send grandma to the hospital as soon as possible.

On this snowy night, the whole world is covered in white.

The moonlight was pale and cold, casting a sad filter over the whole night. It passed through the layers of snowflakes, looking so weak and sad.

Everything around was illuminated by the pale moonlight. The shadows of the trees stretched out long shapes on the snow, like silent guardians.

The houses in the distance were looming in the moonlight, as if forgotten in this silent world.

The snowflakes flickered faintly in the moonlight, and each one seemed to carry endless sorrow.

The whole world is immersed in this quiet and desolate atmosphere, which makes people feel inexplicably melancholy.

My feet were numb, and I stepped on the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, making a "crunching" sound.

The first person I thought of at this moment was Wang Erming, and I walked towards his house.

When I arrived at his door, I couldn't care less.

"Brother Erming, Brother Erming!"

As I shouted, I slammed the heavy wooden door of his house hard. The iron buckle on the door made a dull and heavy "clang clang" sound.

Every sound of impact seemed to attack my fragile heart, showing how helpless I was at that moment.

"Who is it?" It was Uncle Wang who opened the door.

"Uncle Wang, it's me, Liu Feng." The moment I saw Uncle Wang, my emotions broke down.

"Uncle Wang, is Brother Erming home? My grandma is dying."

After saying that, I burst into tears.

"Feng'er, what's wrong? Don't cry. What's wrong? What's wrong? Your brother Erming didn't come back last night. What happened to your grandma?"

Uncle Wang was frightened by my crying. He pulled the cotton jacket on his back and pulled me into the house.

"Child, come in quickly, come in quickly. It's so cold, don't freeze to death."

"Feng'er, what's going on? What happened in the middle of the night?"

Mother Wang also got up and was shocked when she saw my appearance.

"Uncle Wang, Auntie, hurry up and save my grandma, she, she fainted."

I choked and cried for help, as if I had grabbed a life-saving straw.

"Mother, go wake up Daming. I'm going to put on my clothes and get on the cart."

Uncle Wang didn't care whether I could stand steadily or not, he just let me go and went into the room to put on my clothes.

"Oh, I'll go right away." Aunt Wang also ran to another room in a panic.

I quickly held onto the door to steady myself.

After a while, Brother Daming also got dressed and got up.

The three of us pulled the cart to my house. Uncle Wang and Brother Daming wrapped grandma in a quilt and gently placed her on the cart.

It was windy and snowy all the way, and I couldn't tell whether the water on my face was tears or snow. By the time we finally dragged grandma to the town clinic, it was still dark.

The doctor on duty was also panicked and immediately used a stethoscope to examine grandma.

After the examination, the doctor stood quietly beside the cart with a serious expression.

He shook his head slowly, his movement full of helplessness and sadness. His eyes showed deep regret, as if he was telling the impermanence and helplessness of life.

He spoke in a heavy, hoarse voice: "He's dead." These words seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, hitting everyone's heart heavily.

There was dead silence all around, with only the doctor's helpless shake of the head and low words echoing in the air, making people feel endless sadness and desolation.

That scene, like a gray scroll, was frozen in everyone's memory, becoming a pain that could never be erased.

I simply couldn't believe that grandma was gone.