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

Even in my dreams, the shadow of my grandma's passing still lingers on my mind.

I saw my grandmother slowly turn around and walk towards the distant light step by step.

Her figure became increasingly blurred. I tried desperately to shout and catch her, but my throat seemed to be blocked by something and I couldn't make a sound. I was also unable to lift my hands.

Tears welled up in my eyes and my heart was filled with despair and pain.

I watched my grandma walk away until the light completely engulfed her and she disappeared.

"Grandma, grandma, don't go, don't go!"

The sad feeling in my heart still weighs on me like a huge rock, making it hard for me to breathe.

I screamed desperately in my heart.

At my most helpless moment, a pair of strong arms suddenly hugged me tightly.

The embrace was solid and warm, as if it could withstand all the storms in the world.

I could clearly feel the strength contained in those arms, they were tightly wrapped around me without a single gap.

That broad chest conveyed a steady and powerful heartbeat, like a drumbeat, again and again, dispelling the fear and anxiety in my heart.

Being embraced in such a strong embrace, I felt like I had found a safe haven, and all my anxiety and confusion gradually dissipated.

In this embrace, I felt an unprecedented sense of security, as if as long as I had these arms, I would be fearless and no longer alone.

Feeling that I was really lying in someone's arms, I turned my head desperately to see the appearance of the person holding me.

When I saw that familiar face clearly, my heart was instantly filled with excitement.

It was a face that appeared repeatedly in my mind for countless days and nights.

This face was like a sculpture carved by the biting cold wind, so cold that people dared not look directly at it.

The knife-like outline has hard and clear lines, and every turn exudes a decisive atmosphere.

His eyes were as deep as the farthest stars in the night sky, yet as cold as polar glaciers; just a glance from them could make people feel as if they were falling into an icy cave.

The thick and handsome sword-like eyebrows seemed to pierce the sky, carrying a resolute and domineering aura.

The straight nose bridge is like a majestic mountain, outlining the three-dimensionality of the face.

The lines of his tightly pursed thin lips were firm and cold, as if he could easily decide the fate of others.

His slightly raised chin reveals his inherent pride and unruly nature.

Such a cold, handsome and domineering face is unforgettable, as if he is the master of the world and no one can resist his majesty.

His inky eyes looked at me, as deep as the ocean, profound and full of mystery.

I looked at him, and unexpectedly, my eyes met his as soon as I glanced at him. He was also looking at me.

The coldness in his eyes suddenly disappeared, and when he looked at me, his gaze immediately became like crushed moonlight, cold and gentle.

"You, are you the man in black in the dream?"

I blurted out and found myself in his arms, trying to break free and get up, even though I was feeling extremely comfortable at that moment.

"Don't move, Feng'er, let me hug you tightly."

His voice sounded like thunder, sweeping over with domineering force, shocking people's hearts. It seemed to be able to penetrate many obstacles and strike deep into the soul.

However, within this domineering aura, there is also a mellow charm, just like a century-old wine, the more you taste it, the more delicious it becomes, making people unable to help but immerse themselves in it.

What’s even more amazing is that this voice is also slightly gentle, just like the warm sun in winter, gently shining on the body, warm but not scorching.

The gentle factor wanders between domineering and mellow, just right blending the boundaries between hardness and softness.

I obediently stopped struggling and let his strong arms hold me tighter.

I quickly turned my head away, no longer daring to meet his gaze.

At this moment, my heart began to beat wildly, like dense drum beats, hitting my chest.

The blood rushed rapidly, bringing a burst of hot heat.

The excitement spread in my heart, as if it was going to swallow me whole.

"Are you really the man in black in my dream?"

No matter how excited I am, I want to figure out whether this moment is reality or a dream, and the touch of the man holding me is real.

I tapped my fingertips gently with my hand. The pain was real. I couldn't believe it and continued to ask.

"Yes, I am your Long Mo." He replied softly.

"My Long Mo?" My heart was suddenly startled.

For so many years, he has been appearing in my dreams, and he never told me his name was Long Mo, or even a single word. How did he become my Long Mo?

I want to find out, did he ever tell me in a dream that his name was Long Mo?

But I racked my brains until my head hurt, but I couldn't remember anything like this.

As if sensing the doubt in my heart, he continued in his mellow voice.

"Feng'er, if you can't remember it, don't think about it. Have a good rest. I will always be with you in the future."

I suddenly felt relieved, and the pain of losing my grandmother was not as intense as before.

I shrank my body and gently closed my eyes, not caring whether it was reality or a dream. Even if it was a dream, I wanted to enjoy this moment of warmth and tranquility.

In this gentle embrace, I fell asleep again, and my dreams were filled with the sweet life with my grandma.

When I opened my eyes the next day, I thought everything that happened last night was a dream.

I was startled when my eyes met the man in front of me.

"You, who are you?"

I was incoherent and realized that Long Mo was really there, and I climbed out of his arms with my clothes on.

"Don't be afraid, Feng'er, I'm Long Mo. From today on, I will be with you and won't let you get hurt at all."

He straightened up and leaned against the bed and spoke to me softly.

"But, but I need to know, who are you and what is your relationship with me?"

I have fantasized countless times that the man in black in my dream would appear in my life, but when he actually appeared in front of me, I was very confused and couldn't believe it was real.

And in what capacity will he exist in my life?

Besides, I am an orphan, an orphan who just lost my grandmother, a single girl. How can I explain that a man suddenly appeared in my house in the middle of the night?

Even as a boyfriend it's impossible. I have never told anyone that I have a boyfriend.

My heart was in a mess. I broke free from his arms and sat down on the bed with him, not daring to look him in the eye.

"Feng'er, are you up?"

At this moment, Wang Erming's voice suddenly came from the door, which scared me. I stood up suddenly and looked at Long Mo.

My heart was so nervous that it almost jumped out of my throat. Wang Erming had strongly opposed my relationship with Zhang Chen, and in the end I was ruthlessly abandoned.

At this time, a person named Long Mo appeared out of nowhere in the house, and I knew nothing about this Long Mo. I only knew that he was exactly the same as the man in black in the dream, but I didn’t know if he was the man in black in the dream.

If the door was opened and Wang Erming saw it, what would he think?

"Go open the door! He can't see me for the time being."

Just when I was extremely nervous, Long Mo spoke again.

After hearing what he said, I was still not sure. My eyes swept across his face. He smiled and nodded at me.

"Feng'er, I have to go to work. I'll put the cake on the windowsill. Wait for you to get up and heat it up to eat."