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

"The man in black?"

I finally came out of my sadness and caught the key point of my grandma's words.

Could it be that the man in black who appeared in my grandmother’s dream is the same person as the man in black who appeared in my dream?

I was a little confused, but I didn't tell my grandma, thinking maybe it was just a coincidence.

The beads hanging on my chest are still warm. From that day on, I have been wearing this necklace except when taking a bath.

On the morning of August 1989, 8, Wang Erming and I went to Sanxiang Middle School early.

Sanxiang Middle School and the road to the town are in opposite directions, and you also have to cross a small river. In fact, the small river in front of my house is a tributary of the Yangtze River and is connected to the town.

There is a small bridge across this stream. I don't know when it was built, but it is made of large blue bricks and the width of the bridge is just enough for a tractor to pass through.

As I walked across the small bridge, I felt a slight chill seeping out from under the bridge.

Maybe it was because it was early autumn and there was a big temperature difference between day and night, it was really cold in the morning. I was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and shivered.

"Feng'er, are you cold?"

Wang Erming, who was walking beside him, was carrying large and small bags and was sweating profusely.

Because they are the graduating class, they will start classes today and will begin living in school tonight.

In addition to his luggage, he also carried 20 kilograms of rice because the school did not pay for food, and each person had to pay 20 kilograms of rice per semester.

From the first to the third grade of junior high school, the school has only two classes in each grade, with about 40 students in each class, a total of more than 200 students, and only three or four chefs are hired to cook.

The dishes are all brought by the students from home. They are cooked by their family members and packed in glass bottles and brought to school.

When it was time to eat, I got hot rice from the canteen and ate it with some cold dishes.

Especially in winter, the food we eat is always cold, so most people of our generation have bad stomachs.

For families who live close to the school, family members will send some food over every one or two days.

Most people who live far away from home just bring enough pickles for a week, and those with better conditions even add some meat to stir-fry.

If there is really no vegetable, bean paste can be used to make a meal. Also, some parents will ask the first-year students who are not attending school on a day basis to help bring vegetables.

So, in that era, on the way to school, parents of students in the second and third grades of junior high school would wait on the roadside early.

Whenever you see a first-year junior high school student going to school, tell him which class your child is in, what his name is, and ask him to bring the vegetable stems over.

This has been passed down from generation to generation, and no one would refuse it.

"I'm not cold, I just feel that this bridge is a bit eerie," I said.

"Yeah, it seems like there is a little bit. Every time I walk by here, I feel a chill."

Wang Erming said.

"I heard from my classmates that people often die near this bridge, several every year. They say it's the water ghosts who change."

Wang Erming lowered his voice and continued.

"really?"

I couldn't help but take a breath and quickened my pace. I could see ghosts, and when I heard these words from Wang Erming, I became a little scared.

Although Sanxiang Middle School is closer to my home than Houhu Middle School in the town, it still takes at least 50 minutes to walk to the school, while it takes more than an hour to walk to Houhu Middle School.

Because Wang Erming had a lot of things, I helped him carry some. We set out at dawn and it was already bright when we arrived at school.

The school gate is a large rusty iron gate, and not far from the gate is a wide expanse of water.

Because of the fog, I couldn't see the other side at a glance. The river here was much wider than the river in front of my house.

There are two rows of classrooms on the right side of the big iron gate, with 4 classrooms in the front row and 4 classrooms in the back row. The back row of classrooms is connected to a small orange orchard.

The toilet should be in the corner on the left side of the big iron gate because I smelled a foul odor coming from there.

The area in front of the toilet is a playground, but it's just unpaved land.

The canteen was just behind the small orange orchard. When I accompanied Wang Erming to pay for the food, we had to walk through the small orange orchard. Through the red brick flower wall, I saw bunches of yellow oranges hanging on the trees.

There are several dormitories opposite the small orange orchard. Wang Erming told me that they are the girls’ dormitories.

The boys' dormitory is located in the last row of the school together with the teachers' dormitory. Of course, all the houses are bungalows and the ground inside is not hardened.

Of course, school conditions were so difficult in that era.

After Wang Erming put his things in the dormitory, he took me to the Academic Affairs Office to complete the admission procedures. I was assigned to Class 2, Grade 1, and my homeroom teacher was Huang Bixiao.

“Your head teacher never taught me, but the students in the school gave him the nickname ‘Yellow-skinned Smile’, saying that he was smiling on the outside but not on the inside.

I heard that he is very good at punishing students, so you should be more careful next time."

Wang Erming reminded me with a smile.

I don't think so. How can I, a girl, clean it up?

He can't possibly hit me. Besides, I have a calm and quiet personality and don't like to cause trouble, so I'm afraid it's not his turn to punish me.

Because I arrived early and completed the admission procedures early, the people from the Academic Affairs Office asked me to go to the classroom with the sign for Grade 1-2 and wait there, and the head teacher would go to the classroom to distribute books later.

I searched for a while and saw the sign of Class 1-2 at the door of the last room in the front row. The door of the classroom faced the courtyard wall in front, and I entered from the door at the back.

"That classmate, are you a freshman?"

I walked in and was about to sit down when a man about 30 years old came in from the front door and asked me.

"Yes, teacher, hello! The teacher from the Academic Affairs Office asked me to wait in the classroom."

I guess this is the class teacher Huang Bixiao, because usually the class teacher comes on the first day, and it is impossible for other teachers to come so timely.

He was not tall, had round eyes and a square face, and indeed looked like what Wang Erming had described, with a half-smile on his face.

"What's your name?" he asked again.

"Teacher, my name is Liu Feng." I answered him truthfully.

"Oh, Liu Feng, you did well in the entrance exam. I'm your homeroom teacher, Ms. Huang. You must work harder in the future. Junior high school is not like elementary school."

He spoke in a teaching tone, but he must have done his homework.

"How about this, you come and help me register. I'll ask someone to bring the textbooks over. When the students come to get their books, you can ask them to sign and register."

"Okay, Mr. Huang!"

After a while, Teacher Huang called a few male students in the second grade of junior high school and moved more than 40 sets of textbooks to the podium in front and arranged them in a row.

In fact, there are only textbooks for Chinese, mathematics, English, politics, history, and geography. In this era, physics and chemistry are not offered until the second year of junior high school, and English is only learned in the first year of junior high school.

In this way, Teacher Huang arranged for me to help him distribute books and register, and I was busy until after 2 o'clock in the afternoon.

Teacher Huang arranged a few boys to work with me to distribute books to the students who came to register one after another. At noon, each of us was given a large steamed bun as lunch.

Among them, several elementary school classmates were assigned to the same class with me, including Zhao Ling, Huang Qiang, Zhang Xiaohu, etc.

The students who got the books could move around freely, and by 3 pm, almost all the students in the class had arrived.

Teacher Huang talked about some basic information about the school and asked us to rest at home for a day tomorrow. Classes will officially start the day after tomorrow, September 9st, and then everyone dispersed.