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

"Let's go and take another look at your room." After looking at this room, Uncle Huang took me to a room opposite.

This room looks very much like an ancient girl's room, as if you have traveled back to ancient times, but it also has a modern feel and is designed with both inside and outside rooms.

The layout of the inner room is elegant and exquisite, and the wooden furniture exudes a faint wood fragrance.

A large carved bed was placed in the center, with bed curtains hanging gently, giving people a warm and mysterious feeling.

There was a dressing table next to the bed, filled with all kinds of exquisite cosmetics and jewelry.

There is also a solid wood round table and several exquisite wooden chairs in the outer room. The difference is that the bookcase in Long Mo's room has been replaced with an antique wardrobe.

There are several ancient calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls of the room, adding a cultural atmosphere.

A pot of green plants is placed in the corner, making the whole room full of vitality.

There are white gauze curtains hanging on the windows, and the moonlight shines through the curtains into the room, creating a soft and warm atmosphere.

There is also a modern stereo in the corner of the room, playing soft classical music.

I imagined a beautiful woman in ancient costume sitting in front of the window, holding a book in her hands, quietly enjoying this beautiful time.

There is a kind of tranquility and elegance in her eyes that makes people fall in love with her.

"Feng girl, come and take a look at your clothes."

As I was sighing at the scene I saw, Uncle Huang opened the doors of the wardrobe one by one, and the clothes for the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter in the closet came into my sight.

They were all new models of this year and were very expensive. I was stunned. The biggest surprise was that there were some ancient costumes hanging in one of the wardrobes. Moreover, to me, these clothes seemed a bit familiar.

By the way, the Liu Feng in the dream was wearing these styles.

Once again, I was extremely shocked. Looking at these ancient costumes, I suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Then he murmured and asked Uncle Huang: "Uncle Huang, what are these?"

"Oh, these seem to be specially customized for you by Boss Long." Uncle Huang answered my question without hesitation.

However, this answer did not completely solve my confusion. What I wanted to know was why the styles of these clothes were the same as those worn by Liu Feng in my dream.

"Feng girl, the room next to you is my room. You don't need to look at it. Do you think you can stay here tonight?"

I wanted to ask again, but was interrupted by Uncle Huang. Then I thought that asking Uncle Huang would not yield any results, and he would definitely say that Boss Long would tell me later, so I decided to give up.

So I answered firmly: "I won't stay here today. Come back next weekend."

I had already made up my mind that I would come and live here in the future, slowly sort out the mystery surrounding my mind, and also I wanted to see Long Mo more often.

"Okay then. I'll take you back to school and pick you up next Saturday."

I nodded and went downstairs with Uncle Huang.

When I arrived at the car, I sat in the passenger seat and fastened my seat belt. I saw Uncle Huang's skilled driving skills and couldn't help but ask with admiration.

"Uncle Huang, you've only been a human for a few months, how come you learned to drive so quickly and drive so well?"

"Girl, have you forgotten that I am Huang Xian? How can these little things be difficult for me?"

Uncle Huang glanced at me sideways with a scornful smile on his lips.

"Oh." I seemed to be confused by the questions that were bothering me in my mind. Indeed, Uncle Huang was actually Wong Tai Sin, and he possessed wisdom and abilities beyond human beings.

"Then, Uncle Huang, is the beard you gave me before still useful?" Can I still use it to call you?

Looking at the bracelet with Uncle Huang's beard wrapped inside, which my grandmother had carefully made for me, I felt sad and my eyes immediately became wet.

"Feng girl, are you missing your grandma again? Don't be sad. Your grandma has accumulated a lot of merits in this life. She will live a very happy life in the next life."

Uncle Huang glanced at me and comforted me.

"Of course my beard is still useful, but I am now in human form. If I use this method again, I can only appear in front of you in my original form."

"Now that you are an adult, you have to live like a human being. Oh, and here's a cell phone. Take it and call me if you have any problems."

Uncle Huang went on to say, and took out a mobile phone from the side of the car and handed it to me.

I took over a mobile phone, which was the brick-like type that had just become popular in the 90s.

This thing is quite expensive in this era. One like this costs at least more than 2 yuan, and there are charges for making and receiving calls and sending text messages. I know all this.

Not to mention mobile phones, even the currently popular Chinese character pagers cost around two thousand yuan.

Thinking of this, I handed the cell phone back to Uncle Huang.

This mobile phone is too expensive. Not only can I not afford it, but I also don't want to stand out in school. Except for a few senior leaders in the school, ordinary teachers can't even afford to buy it, let alone use it.

Among the students, there are only one or two whose families are particularly wealthy. In order to show off, they often use mobile phones to make calls on campus. The sound is so loud that it seems as if they want the whole world to know that they are using mobile phones to make calls.

There are still a small number of students who use pagers, most of which are digital pagers, and it is estimated that there are few pagers with Chinese characters.

"What's wrong, Feng girl, you don't want it? Or you don't know how to use it?"

When I handed him the mobile phone, he had to take it with one hand because he had to drive, and then put it in the middle and asked.

“I can’t afford this,” I said.

"You don't have to pay. Boss Long will pay the phone bill for you." Seeing that I couldn't afford it, Uncle Huang quickly explained.

"First, I can't afford it, and second, I don't want to stand out. If I walk around school with this mobile phone, those shrewd people will look at me crazy." I laughed.

"Haha, what Boss Long said was right. He knew you wouldn't use this mobile phone. So, you should take it."

He chuckled and took out a pager from the side and handed it over.

I took it and looked at it. It was a small black plastic box, much smaller than today's smartphones, about half the size of an adult's palm.

There is a small LCD screen on the front.

The edges of the pager are relatively rounded, and there are some simple buttons around it for setting functions or viewing messages.

There is also a small volume knob on the side. There is a metal clip on the back that can be easily clipped to a belt or pocket.

In this era, owning a pager was a symbol of fashion and status.

Men often wear it proudly around their waists, ready to receive messages from friends, family or work colleagues at any time.

"You should accept this."

Uncle Huang saw me staring at the pager in a daze and asked happily.

"Okay, I'll take this."

I thought, this thing is small enough to be put in a bag, and it won’t be easily seen by others. It will also be convenient for me to contact Uncle Huang.