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

Wang Erming knew that I was awake. How could I sleep so deeply in this situation?

"Oh, Brother Erming, I'm awake."

I moved my eyes away from Long Mo's face and stood up to open the door.

The doorknob opened and Wang Erming came in. The door was not closed, and from the main room he could see Long Mo, dressed in black, sitting by the bed.

The beautiful phoenix eyes seemed to hide a pool of water, gazing at Wang Erming and me quietly like a lake.

There is a tiny red dot between the eyebrows, exquisite facial features, and a black exquisite stand-up collar wrapped around a neck as white as jade.

I nervously looked towards the room subconsciously, and Wang Erming also looked over there as I did.

"Feng'er, you didn't sleep last night. You still need to get a good rest, otherwise your body won't be able to support it."

Wang Erming didn't see Long Mo at all. All he saw was the quilt still neatly folded on my bed, and his brows were furrowed.

"It's okay, Brother Erming. I slept with my clothes on for a while last night."

Seeing that Wang Erming couldn't see Long Mo, I felt a little relieved and said.

Wang Erming turned his head to look at my face and relaxed his frown.

"Oh, you look better than yesterday. Here are the cakes my mother made. Have some and have a good rest these few days. I will send you to school in a few days and leave the house to me."

He handed the bag of cakes in his hand to me.

"Feng'er, I'm going to work now. Don't think too much. I'll come back to see you in the evening."

Wang Erming still had a worried look on his face. After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out.

"Brother Erming, just go to work with peace of mind. I will be fine."

I chased him to the door and watched him get on his bike and leave.

At this moment, my thoughts were surging like waves. Did Brother Erming really not see Long Mo?

I returned to the house with excitement. Long Mo was still sitting calmly on the bed. His brows were slightly frowned and his face looked a little unhappy. When he saw me, he slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

"I didn't expect it to still be with you?"

When I heard the sound coming out of his mouth, I couldn't believe my ears and asked in confusion.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing." His face was calm, and he stood up slightly. "Feng'er, you haven't recovered yet, come in and lie down for a while."

"Oh!" I was stunned and couldn't believe what was happening before my eyes.

I looked at Long Mo and walked to the bed in small steps obediently.

There wasn't much expression on his face, but there was a hint of care in his narrow eyes. He stretched out his white, slender, straight, slender yet powerful hand and helped me lie down on the bed.

After I lay down, my eyes were full of confusion as I looked straight at Long Mo.

There was a look of inquiry and confusion, as if trying to find the answer through the other person's expression and eyes.

My eyes were fixed on Long Mo without blinking, trying to catch a clue from the subtle changes in the other party.

His head was slightly tilted to one side, his face full of question marks.

Just like that, the puzzled look stayed on his face, time seemed to stand still at this moment, everything around became unimportant, and I just wanted to get answers from him.

"Don't think about it, just have a good rest, you will know it slowly in the future."

He seemed to see through my thoughts and spoke softly.

"Hmm!" At this moment, he seemed inexplicably familiar to me, so I just obediently closed my eyes.

He stroked my head gently and I fell into deep sleep again.

When I opened my eyes again, it was almost eleven o'clock in the morning and the snow outside had stopped long ago.

The winter sun poured down unreservedly, sprinkling on the white snow surface. The light reflected from the window was strong and dazzling.

I opened my eyes slightly, thinking that Long Mo's figure would immediately appear in front of me.

I looked around the room and didn't see him, and I felt a sense of inexplicable loss in my heart.

He should be outside. I quickly got out of bed and walked into the main room, but there was still no one there.

When my eyes passed over the portrait of the black dragon hanging in the main room, I found that its eyes seemed to be brighter. I didn't want to pay attention to it, and hurried into the kitchen.

I thought that Long Mo had just said that he would help me prepare food, so he should be in the kitchen, but there was still no sign of him there.

I panicked a little and searched the house thoroughly, but still couldn't find him.

Finally, I was so dispirited that I walked into the kitchen again. Looking at the pot that was still steaming, I opened it and found the pancakes that Wang Erming had brought and a bowl of egg soup inside.

I stared blankly at the still steaming pot, as if last night's warmth was just an illusory dream.

I felt like there was a piece missing in my heart, and the cold wind blew into me, making me shiver.

Is this Long Mo just my fantasy? But I clearly put the cake that Wang Erming brought on the table in the main hall, and who made this bowl of egg soup?

Wang Erming went to work, so it couldn't be him. Who else would come to cook for me besides him? Could it be Wang Erming's mother, or Aunt Huang?

They knew that my grandmother’s death was like the sky falling on me. Could it be that one of them saw me fall asleep and made it for me and put it in the pot?

I mechanically carried the pancakes and egg soup to the table in the main room and put them down. I was indeed hungry.

I sat down and took a sip of the egg soup, then picked up a piece of bread, tore off a piece and put it in my mouth. After chewing it twice, I suddenly felt sad and my tears burst out again.

I shed tears silently, biting the cake bite by bite, but the food was tasteless, like chewing wax.

But my reason told me that I must eat. I cannot fall down and cannot let my grandma down. I must live well and not let her worry.

After eating, I fell back on the bed.

The bed still has the scent of my grandma. It seems that only in bed can I feel my grandma is by my side. She still kindly covers me with the quilt and reminds me to wear more clothes.

Only in this way will I not feel that I have been forgotten by the world.

In the afternoon, Wang Erming came back early. He rushed back home as soon as he got off work. Seeing the half-eaten cake on the table, he felt a little comforted.

He pulled me out of bed, built a fire, and went to cook.

I didn't pay any attention to it, as if I was living in my own world. Looking at his busy figure, I was thinking about Long Mo and grandma.

He cooked the meal and I ate a little bit symbolically, and finally said thank you in a polite way!

Wang Erming stayed with me until late at night. He watched me go to bed and then told me to close the door and go home.

When I woke up in the middle of the night, I felt a warm embrace again.

In order to verify whether it was reality or a dream, I pinched my hand hard and felt the pain.

I asked, frowning.

"Long Mo, is that you? Is it really you? Do you really exist?"

"It's me, Feng'er, I'm here." A mellow voice sounded.

I touched his face with my hand. It felt silky yet a little cold, but I could feel his three-dimensional facial features.

I feel that Long Mo is real.

In this way, Wang Erming came back from get off work to accompany me every day, but Long Mo only appeared after I fell asleep and disappeared in the morning.