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

I saw her look at the door on the left, and then put the dishes in her hands on the table.

"Xianyong, go and ask dad to come in and have dinner together."

She said to Huang Xianyong again.

"Aunt Xu, please take a seat first. My dad is weeding in the field outside the door. I'll go call him."

After saying that, Huang Xianyong walked out.

"Dad, come back for dinner, Aunt Xu and the others are here."

Huang Xianyong's loud call was heard from outside, and soon Huang Xianyong came in first.

Following behind was a skinny old man, probably in his 60s, with his trouser legs rolled up. There was water in his hands, probably from fresh washing, and he wiped it directly on the clothes on his back.

"Sister Xu, now that you are here, I am going to trouble you to take care of my eldest grandson."

The old man also had a sad look on his face.

"Let's finish our meal and take a look. We're not sure what's going on yet."

Grandma exchanged a few more polite words with the old man, but as they all had something on their minds, they ate quickly and there was no small talk.

After finishing the meal and putting down our bowls and chopsticks, Huang Xianyong and the old man led us into the room on the left.

A little boy was lying on the bed, covered only with a sheet. There was a basin of water beside the bed and a wet towel on his head. It seemed that he was doing physical cooling. There was also a yellow talisman paper pasted on the head of the bed.

"The child keeps having a fever like this."

Huang Xianyong looked at the child lying on the bed helplessly.

"There is yin energy." Grandma has already sensed the presence of yin energy.

I was the last one to enter the room.

"You, you let me go, let me go!"

As soon as I walked into the room, I heard Huang Ansheng on the bed having a terrified nightmare.

His eyes were closed and his hands were constantly pushing something in the air.

At this time, grandma had already walked to Huang Ansheng's bed, took out a piece of talisman paper, lit it, and walked around Huang Ansheng's bed.

I was surprised to find a little head poking out from the wall, but it shrank back when it saw grandma's talisman. Maybe because it was daytime, the shadow looked very unreal and must be a new ghost.

However, the fact that he appeared during the day proved that he still had a lot of resentment. Could it be that the shadow had some grudge against Huang Ansheng?

"Uncle Huang, who lives next door to you?" I asked Huang Xianyong.

"Oh, the one living next door is my second child."

Before Huang Xianyong could reply, Mr. Huang spoke first.

"Has anyone died in your bay recently?" I asked.

"No?" This time it was Huang Xianyong who answered me. He looked at me in confusion.

"There's none?"

The little shadow I saw just now was definitely a new ghost. I see ghosts often, and it is easy to distinguish new ghosts from old ones. I believe I saw it correctly and I am very confused.

"Oh, what a misfortune for our family!"

Mr. Huang suddenly let out a long sigh.

I glanced at him and saw tears in his eyes.

"Xianyong's father, you don't have to be too sad. Ansheng should be fine. Feng'er and I will come to check on him in the evening."

After burning the talisman, grandma comforted Mr. Huang.

Grandma didn't ask me, she knew it was generally difficult to see ghosts during the day.

"Sister Xu, you don't know, our family has been in trouble one after another.

More than a month ago, the second son of the second family was beaten by his father and ran away. He has not been found until now. He is neither alive nor dead. "

"Look, I haven't found this one yet, and Ansheng has become like this again. I'm worried."

After saying this, Mr. Huang actually started to sob.

After hearing what he said, my heart skipped a beat. I guess the second boy from Huang Laoer's family is already dead, but the body has not been found yet, so the family still holds on to a glimmer of hope.

"Dad, grandpa!"

At this time, Huang Ansheng, who was sleeping in bed, woke up and shouted.

"Ansheng, how are you? Are you feeling better?"

Huang Xianyong was so excited that he quickly reached out to touch Wang Ansheng's head.

"Aunt Xu, Ansheng's fever seems to have subsided."

He said to his grandmother gratefully.

"It's just that his fever has gone down temporarily. We have to wait until tonight to see. The dirty creature that followed him was only scared away by me temporarily."

Grandma told him very clearly.

"Is that so?" Huang Xianyong was a little disappointed.

"Aunt Xu, you have to think of a way to save this kid, right?"

Mr. Huang wiped away his tears and held grandma's hand tremblingly.

"Xianyong's father, don't worry, I will find a way."

Grandma took one hand away from Mr. Huang's and patted his shoulder gently. The two of them walked out of the room and entered the main hall.

"Ansheng, what's going on?"

At this time, Huang Ansheng's mother finished washing the dishes and came into the room from the kitchen.

"The fever has gone down, but Aunt Xu said that he hasn't recovered completely yet. He must be haunted by a ghost."

Huang Xianyong said.

"What should we do? Feng'er, you and grandma have to save our family!"

Huang Ansheng's mother looked at her son in horror, then at me standing beside her.

"It's okay, Auntie. Please make some porridge for Anxin first. He is too weak." I said to her.

"Okay, okay, I'll go right away."

After a while, Huang Ansheng's mother brought a bowl of porridge. Huang Ansheng sat up, finished the porridge, and felt a little better.

"Uncle Huang, Auntie, can you please leave first? I want to be alone in the room and ask Brother Ansheng something."

"Well, well, okay!"

The two of them looked at me suspiciously, then walked out and closed the door.

"Hello, Ansheng. I'm Sister Feng. How are you feeling now? Are you feeling better?"

After they left, I sat down beside Huang Ansheng's bed.

"Sister Feng, I know you. I've seen you at school before."

I didn't expect that he still had such clear thoughts and could still remember me. But I am only three years older than him, so it's not surprising since we saw each other in elementary school.

"Then how did you become like this? Do you know why?" I asked.

"No, I don't know."

I could clearly sense his panic.

"The person who lives next door to you is your cousin? Do you know where he went?"

I went straight to the point.

"I, I don't know, why are you asking me this?"

He was shaking and looking at me in horror.

"Ansheng, you have to tell your sister the truth, otherwise no one can save your life."

I was going to scare him.

"I, I didn't mean to not save him."

Unexpectedly, after I scared him like that, he suddenly started crying.

"Don't cry. Just tell me quietly what happened. I won't tell anyone else."

"Then if you don't tell anyone else, I'll tell you."

He quickly lowered his voice and looked at me timidly.

"Let's pinky promise."

I took his hand and made a pinky promise, and he raised his hand and shook it with mine.

So he slowly told me what happened a month ago.

It turned out that his uncle had two children, a cousin named Huang Anli, and a cousin named Huang Anhua, who were only a few months younger than him.

The two grew up together, attended the same class, went to school together, and played together.

Huang Ansheng had excellent academic performance and was among the best in the class, but Huang Anhua loved to play so of course his grades were not good.

His uncle was very disappointed with Huang Anhua and often beat and scolded him.