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

"By the way, little girl, you are a first-grade student, right? Could you please bring some food to my son?" He looked expectant.

I looked down at the bottle of vegetables I was bringing for Wang Erming and felt a little embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, little girl. You see, Qin Feng is making a fuss about not going to school today. He usually takes care of you, so I have to trouble you for a while."

He looked at what I was holding and felt embarrassed.

"Don't worry, it's a little late today, and I'm afraid there won't be other first-year students behind you. Next time, I'll find someone else."

"Okay!" Seeing his pleading look, I nodded in agreement.

"My son's name is Zhang Chen, and he's in Class 22. Thank you very much."

Seeing that I agreed, he happily told me his son's class and name.

Reluctantly, I took the small cloth-wrapped vegetable bottles from his hands. There were two large jars full and heavy, heavier than Wang Erming’s vegetables.

Carrying a pile of vegetables, I was walking on the road with a depressed look on my face, complaining as I walked, "Why doesn't the school offer cooking?"

Alas! The children of this era are so pitiful. They can’t even have a hot meal to study. The key is that the food is too heavy. I am so tired.

When I got to school, I gave Wang Erming his food first, then ran to Class 22, stood at the door, and shouted loudly:

"Which one is Zhang Chen?"

Because I arrived late, the second-year junior high school students had already finished their morning self-study, had their meals and were waiting for their first class. The classroom was originally noisy, but was startled by my loud shout and suddenly became silent.

Everyone looked at me standing at the door. I was stunned for a moment. It was obvious that they didn’t hear what I said clearly, so they called out again.

"Who is Zhang Chen? Your dad brought you some food."

A boy in the last row of the third group stood up and walked towards the door.

"Zhang Chen, your dad brought you some food."

A boy imitated my tone and said it, and many boys followed suit, and the whole classroom burst into laughter.

I was so angry that I turned around and hid outside.

"Hello! I'm Zhang Chen, thank you!"

The boy walked out of the classroom and stood in front of me.

He was a head taller than me. I looked up and saw that he was the boy who stood at the back door of the classroom to remind us that Teacher Huang was coming that day when we had a nap.

When I saw the face again, which looked exactly like the man in black in my dream, I was so stunned that I even forgot to give him the food in my hand.

How could they be so similar? Who was the man in black in the dream? Could it be the boy in front of me? I'm afraid that's impossible.

The man in the dream was obviously an adult, but the one in front of me was only one year older than me at most, with a childish face and none of that kingly demeanor.

I searched the memories in my mind. When those black eyes looked at me, there was a smile on their brows.

By the way, the voice is different too. The voice in the dream is magnetic and gives people a sense of security.

"Hello, classmate, thank you. Please give me the food. Class will start soon."

Seeing that I was distracted, the man named Zhang Chen took the cloth bag directly from my hand.

"Oh!" I came to my senses, responded in panic, and ran towards the classroom.

I entered the classroom and sat down in my seat. My heart was beating fast with nervousness and my thoughts were still unclear when Wang Fang came over and said to me.

"Liu Feng, did you bring a pair of scissors?"

"Oh, I forgot!"

I sighed with a bitter face, and frowned tightly.

It turned out that yesterday after school, Teacher Huang came to tell us that we should bring a pair of scissors to cut oranges today because the oranges in the school's orange orchard were ripe and they had to be cut and sold.

Moreover, every year it is the first-grade students who cut the oranges. They also say that the money from the sale of the oranges will be used to purchase school teaching facilities. This is not something we worry about, and we don’t care whether cutting oranges is tiring or not.

We were happy to be able to enter the orange orchard, but we were concerned about whether we could eat a few oranges.

But when I got home yesterday, I helped my grandma pick grain, and after finishing my homework in the evening, I completely forgot about bringing the scissors.

"I knew you would forget, so I brought two."

Wang Fang proudly took out two pairs of scissors and waved them in front of me.

"Wang Fang, thank you so much. You are the worm in my stomach."

I was so happy. Wang Fang was so thoughtful. I gave her a big hug.

"Bah, bah, who wants to be the worm in your stomach? It's so disgusting."

We both chuckled.

After a while, Teacher Huang came in. With a serious face, he told us the things to pay attention to when entering the orange orchard. The most important point was not to eat secretly.

How is it possible not to allow stealing food? Kids of this age basically don’t have any snacks to eat, so if they finally get a chance, they will definitely steal a few.

So the students from the two first grade classes, led by their respective class teachers, entered the orange orchard with excitement on their faces.

The oranges in the orange orchard are ripe, and their colors appear even brighter under the green leaves of the trees.

The flat, round oranges hung on the tree like small lanterns, and every branch was bent by its weight.

Oranges come in different sizes, the big ones are as big as our fists, and the small ones are only as big as ping-pong balls.

The skin of the orange looks shiny and glossy, as if it was coated with wax, and it does not feel as smooth as an apple when touched.

Because it is difficult for us to eat it normally, looking at the yellow oranges and thinking about the sour and sweet taste, everyone secretly swallows their saliva.

We were running in front and Teacher Huang was following behind.

"I'll emphasize this again, pick the oranges carefully and don't eat them secretly.

There are many teachers patrolling the orange orchard. If anyone is found eating secretly, they will be punished by copying homework."

Teacher Huang was still chattering in the back.

"Come on, Liu Feng, let's go inside."

Wang Fang took me into the depths of the orange grove.

"Can't I just cut it here?"

I asked Wang Fang suspiciously.

She winked at me and whispered in my ear.

"You are so stupid! How could you eat oranges under the teacher's nose?"

I suddenly became very secretive, squinted my eyes and grinned with her, and then we both walked forward.

We shared a basket and walked to an orange tree near the inside. Wang Fang put down the basket and started picking oranges.

After cutting for a while, Wang Fang looked around and saw that there was no patrolling teacher nearby, so she whispered to me.

"Liu Feng, now that there's no teacher here, we can eat now, hehe!"

She chuckled at me.

I also looked around and was about to pick up an orange to peel and eat it when Wang Fang stopped me. She said.

"Oh, you can't eat like this, the teacher will find out."

"Like this, do as I do, haha!"

I looked over to her and saw her carefully peeling an orange hanging on the tree, taking out the orange segments and putting them in her mouth.

"Fang'er, you are so smart."

I quickly praised her and gave her a thumbs up, because if you eat it this way, the skin will still be hanging on the tree and will not be easily discovered by the patrolling teachers.

So we used this method, cutting the oranges and eating them at the same time, and by the end our teeth were sour and our stomachs were full of orange juice.

After eating the oranges, we cut them and stuffed them into baskets so that they would be less likely to be discovered.

After cutting oranges for a whole day, my hands were covered with blisters from the scissors and the orange juice was swirling in my stomach. I was very tired, but very happy.

On the way back, I sighed.

"What a pity! It would be great if I could steal two and bring them to my grandma to eat."

When leaving the orange orchard, the teacher checked the students' pockets. Some students reluctantly threw out the oranges in their pockets.