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

After that day, his eyes were always wandering, as if he was looking at something, yet also as if he was looking at nothing.

His thoughts seemed to have drifted far away, and he didn't know where they had gone.

He didn't hear anything Uncle Huang and I said, but he would occasionally nod subconsciously or give a confused smile.

Although his body was here, his mind was not here. He would often check the road to see if the car could move.

Uncle Huang and I advised him that if he had something to do, he should go by himself. After all, he could disappear in an instant and didn't have to travel like ordinary people, either by car or on foot.

But this time he was very nervous and didn't want us to stay in the countryside. We waited until the morning of the sixth day, when the snow on the road had finally melted. We said goodbye to Wang Erming's family and drove back to our villa in the city.

As soon as he returned to the villa, he and Uncle Huang kept walking around the house. I didn't know what they were doing. When I asked them, they always told me not to interfere.

The next morning, he did not disappear suddenly as he had done before.

In the early morning, the snow outside had not melted yet. He sat quietly beside the bed, his eyes gently falling on me as I slept soundly.

His eyes were full of attachment and reluctance, as if he wanted to remember this moment forever.

His eyes gently swept over my face, and as he looked at my peaceful sleeping face, an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.

His fingers brushed through my hair, the movement as gentle as a breeze.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised with a faint smile, but his eyes revealed a deep sadness.

I know I will be gone soon, but I hope I can feel his love and care in my sleep.

He whispered softly, "When I come back, I will always protect you."

Finally, he gently kissed my forehead, then turned and left quietly, taking away the deep attachment and endless longing.

With a "click", the door closed gently. The sound was subtle and crisp, as if it was a cautious farewell.

Crystal tears slid down my cheeks and dripped silently onto the pillow.

They were like pearls that had broken off the string, one after another, leaving behind wet traces.

The tear marks on the pillow gradually spread, like ripples on the lake of the heart, and each tear carried reluctance and attachment.

Tears soaked a corner of the pillow, making it damp and heavy.

That slightly moist feeling is like the emotions deep in one's heart quietly seeping in and cannot be ignored.

The morning sun filtered through the window and hit my face, catching the light from my tears and making them shine even brighter.

Suddenly, my heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and a heart-wrenching pain came over me.

This pain seemed to spread from the depths of the heart, quickly spreading throughout the body, making it almost impossible to breathe.

It was as if a sharp knife was ruthlessly cutting through my heart, causing waves of pain.

My brows knitted unconsciously, cold sweat broke out on my forehead, and I covered my chest tightly with both hands, trying to relieve the sudden pain. However, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't relieve the pain.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, everything around became blurred, and only the heart-wrenching pain occupied all perceptions.

I am filled with anxiety, fear and helplessness. I don’t know how long this pain will last or how to get rid of it.

At this moment, I seemed to be able to hear my own heartbeat, and the rapid rhythm seemed to be telling of the pain and anxiety in my heart.

Every beat brought a new burst of pain, making people feel that their hearts were bleeding.

I woke up a long time ago. I woke up when he was looking at me. Not wanting to break the peace, I pretended to be asleep, silently feeling his tenderness, his reluctance, and his departure.

Before, even if I couldn't see him when I woke up in the morning, I would just feel a little lost. What happened this morning? Endless fear and anxiety enveloped me.

I stared out the window with empty eyes for a long time, and then the uneasy feeling slowly eased.

I got up, put on my clothes, and with a pale face, I lifted my heavy feet and walked down the stairs slowly, step by step, like a zombie.

Uncle Huang looked at me, said nothing, and silently pushed a bowl of brown sugar eggs in front of me.

I reached out and held the warm bowl tightly, then lowered my head and took a sip. The sweet taste of brown sugar entered my throat and slowly warmed my whole body.

"Uncle Huang, do you think Long Mo will be in any danger this time?"

I raised my head, my eyes bloodshot, and asked Uncle Huang helplessly.

"It's okay, Feng girl, don't worry, he will be fine."

Uncle Huang only tried to comfort me. I knew he was just trying to comfort me, but I also saw anxiety and worry in his eyes.

In the days that followed, the weather was so cold that it was hard to breathe, and there was another snowstorm, which was also a once-in-50-year event.

Uncle Huang and I didn't go anywhere. We just stayed in the villa. He worked tirelessly to cook for me every day. In order not to let his efforts go to waste, I ate a little bit reluctantly.

But even so, the little bit of weight I had gained with great difficulty the year before was devoured by relentless worry.

A few days before school started, the weather finally improved.

Wang Fang called and said that her elder sister and brother-in-law were just returning and would take her to the city first, so she came to the villa a few days in advance to spend a few days with me.

Her arrival helped to improve my spirits.

It's already the last semester, and we are busy with graduation and looking for an internship. After a busy period, I temporarily forgot the pain and anxiety that Long Mo's departure brought me.

He never came back. Only in the dead of night would I look forward to his appearance, hoping that he was safe.

In June of that year, we completed our internship and returned to school to handle various matters.

Wang Fang and Gu Weiying were busy looking for jobs in the city. Hu Jing packed up and returned to her city. Her parents had already arranged a job for her.

I followed Long Mo's arrangement and had no plans to look for a job, and even declined the invitation of the principal of the elementary school where I was doing my internship.

Uncle Huang took me back to the villa, and I will wait here quietly for him to come back, waiting for him to finish dealing with everything and stay with me forever, for the rest of my life.

I live very harmoniously with Uncle Huang. During the day, I work with him in the Feng Shui shop to help people read fortunes.

In the evening, I picked up my pen and began to record the stories of ghosts I had helped to resolve grievances with since I was a child.

Each vivid character comes to life in my writing; they all existed in real life and their stories also happened in real life.

I want to experience the warmth and coldness of human nature and observe the various aspects of the world. I want to use my pen to record what I see and hear, some of the strange things I encounter in the Feng Shui shop, and the stories of the deceased ghosts fulfilling their wishes.

This summer is unusually hot again, and the sun is scorching the earth.

Every morning when I woke up from my sleep, I would subconsciously look to the side, hoping that he would appear beside me and gently call me "Feng'er."

But every time I was greeted with endless disappointment and heat waves.

Long Mo, what are you doing? Why don’t you tell me? I am a mortal, as ordinary as a speck of dust on the earth, as ordinary as a drop of water in the ocean.

But I have a heart that loves you. That heart that loves you has existed since my childhood dreams. Day by day, year by year, it slowly expands and occupies my entire chest.