My grandma and I celebrated another New Year. Just after the Spring Festival of 1991, we started school on the thirteenth day of the first lunar month.

When Wang Fang and I met again, she was still nervous. I held her forehead and comforted her for a long time before she became a little normal.

However, I warned her not to spread the fact that I could see ghosts, as it would not benefit anyone and would cause unnecessary panic among my classmates.

She nodded heavily.

After a while, she slowly accepted the fact that I had this special skill and faced it calmly.

At least I won't use this skill to harm others. It is used to save people. Through Hu Shuangyue's incident, I have realized that I have a different mission in this life.

Hu Shuangyue also returned to school at the beginning of this semester. When she saw me, she looked grateful and I smiled at her warmly.

At the same time, I also told her not to tell anyone else that I could see ghosts. After all, with the development of technology, most people are still atheists and do not believe in the existence of ghosts in this world.

Qin Feng really didn't come to study this semester. I heard that he went to the city with his cousin, and I don't know what he did exactly.

In this era, there are many students who dropped out of school for various reasons. Some of them would learn some skills, such as tailoring, some would follow their families to work in the city, such as apprentices, and some would work as nannies, and more would still work on the farm at home.

A person's destiny is not determined by God, but no one can choose where they are born.

Because your birth is determined by your previous life, your destiny is destined to be different from others. There are thousands of kinds of life and each has different experiences.

This is absolute. Many people have changed their destiny through their own efforts and correct actions.

To be honest, I don't want Qin Feng to drop out of school. Whether it is his own idea or family reasons, it is always beneficial to read more books.

There is another thing that gives me a headache. Since Qin Feng dropped out of school, every once in a while, I would be stopped on the road by the father of a junior high school student named Zhang Chen, who would ask me to bring vegetables to his son.

In fact, I really didn't want to help him, but every time I saw that dark-skinned middle-aged man's face, I was embarrassed to refuse.

Like millions of other farmers, he works from sunrise to sunset, toiling in the fields with endless sweat, hoping that his children can study well in school and achieve success in the future.

No matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, he would stand by the road before dawn, waiting for the first-year junior high school students passing by to help his son bring vegetables.

In fact, it has been passed down from generation to generation. As long as someone asks, they will help bring food to school. Students in the first grade of junior high school will not refuse, because when they are in the second grade of junior high school, they will also be looking forward to someone helping them bring food.

The reason why I didn’t want to help this boy named Zhang Chen bring food was mainly because his face looked too similar to the man in black in the dream.

Although his face wasn't as stern as the man in black in my dream, he had a smile on his face and looked harmless. Plus, every time I delivered food to the door of their classroom, the boys in their class would make a noise, which made me very unhappy.

Time passed quickly, and in March of the Gregorian calendar, spring returned to the earth, and all things revived. The willow branches swayed gently in the wind, and fine rain fell from the sky for no reason. Thousands of willows opened their yellow-green eyes in unison.

Red, white and yellow flowers, green grass and green leaves all gather together like people rushing to a market, forming an incomparably beautiful spring.

Those little swallows, so clever and cute, also flew from the south and joined in this wonderful picture of spring scenery, adding a lot of vitality to the spring.

In April, after a winter of rest, the farmers start to get busy again. They start to grow rice seedlings and harvest rapeseed.

This year is a bit strange. Every time at this time of year, there is plenty of rain and most people don’t worry about having no water in the fields to prepare the fields or plant rice.

But this year there were only a few light rains in March. By April, the sun was shining brightly, which fully demonstrated the saying that spring rain is as precious as oil. A drought that occurs once in 3 years came quietly.

In April of previous years, it rained heavily during the Qingming Festival, and the rainwater alone was enough to grow seedlings and prepare the fields. When it came time to transplant the rice, the village would coordinate the allocation of water from the river for irrigation through the pumping canal built in the village in the 4s.

This pumping canal extends from Team 1 to Team 7. It is composed of two embankments built in the middle of the village with the canal in the middle. Each production team has a sluice to release water, and the embankments are planted with neatly arranged fir trees.

At the riverside of Team 1 is the end of the dam. The river water is pumped up from this river. There is a pumping room here with a diesel motor.

Because of the strong impact when water is pumped up, the ground and slope of the canal section about 10 meters away from the outlet are hardened with cement.

When the water is pumped, this becomes a great place for children living nearby in the village to play in the water. Especially in the summer vacation, when the weather is hot, the water pumped from the river gushes out, and the children play in the water here like surfing, and occasionally they can catch a few small fish.

Apart from reminding them to be careful, the adults were busy with farm work and no one paid any attention to them.

One day, when I came home from school, I didn’t see my grandma. I was very puzzled. This situation rarely happened. Unless there were special circumstances, my grandma would prepare dinner and wait for me at the door.

I thought something difficult must have happened and my grandma was asked to take care of the matter.

I put down my schoolbag and started cooking. When the meal was ready, grandma still hadn't come back, so I did my homework while waiting for her.

When I finished my homework, it was already completely dark, and I still didn't see grandma. I became a little nervous. Did something happen to grandma?

I felt a little panicked, and suddenly I thought of Xiao Hei. I have been busy with studies recently and haven't seen Xiao Hei for a long time.

So I opened the door and looked around, searching for Xiao Hei.

Of course I was the one who warned it not to come out of the river unless necessary, for fear that someone would hurt it. But at this moment I really wanted it to appear immediately, and if I could see it, I would not be so anxious.

From childhood to adulthood, with its company, I have never felt lonely.

Just as I was thinking about it, a black shadow suddenly jumped out from the field. It was Xiao Hei. It raised its bald tail and swam towards me happily.

"Great, Xiao Hei, you're here. I was just thinking about you. Do you know where grandma went?"

The moment I saw it, I was so excited that I couldn't help asking it where my grandma was. Regardless of whether it could tell me or not, I had an unusual sense of dependence on it.

It raised its head, turned its small black eyes, and nodded in one direction with a calm expression.

I was so excited. It must be telling me which direction my grandma went. At this moment, I thought how great it would be if Xiao Hei could talk. It would be able to tell me where my grandma went.

However, looking at its expression, I knew grandma wouldn't be in any danger, and my heart immediately calmed down.

Xiao Hei stayed with me until 10 o'clock in the evening. I was so hungry that I had to eat first and feed Xiao Hei some meat.

At 11 o'clock, my grandmother, exhausted, was brought back by a young man in his 20s on a bicycle.

"Grandma Xu, are you going tomorrow? I'll pick you up."

the young man asked as he walked away.

"Come pick me up tomorrow night after dinner."

Grandma answered in a slightly hoarse voice.

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