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

Because she was only a few years older than us and lived alone in a separate dormitory arranged by the school, it didn't take long for most of the girls in our class to become familiar with her.

She also often told us some interesting stories about her time at technical secondary school, which made us more interested in studying there and more motivated to study.

But it’s not the same for boys. They are all born and raised in farm families and have no interest in English at all. Some even dislike it.

I feel that I may not be able to get into technical secondary school or high school in the future. After all, the admission rate is quite low in this era.

In a rural middle school like ours, we can barely get three or four students into technical secondary schools and five or six into high schools per class.

No matter how well you learn English, it will be of no use in farming in the future. You can't speak English to an ox in the field; it won't understand even if you do.

Besides, it can't understand Chinese or dialect, so the most practical thing to do is to pick up the whip.

So in English class, there are always some boys who don’t listen to the lectures or even make trouble, either by shouting loudly or making noises.

Of course Teacher Yang was unhappy and often reprimanded them harshly. However, a few boys refused to obey and bullied her because she was small and a new teacher, and deliberately talked back to her in a sarcastic manner.

Later, Teacher Yang was so angry that he reported it to the class teacher, Teacher Huang.

That day, during evening self-study, Teacher Huang walked into the classroom with a gloomy face.

"Zhang Xiong, Liu Dongqiang, Zhou Zhihui, Zhang Hu, Zhu Xianglong, the rest of you follow me to the office."

The ones that Teacher Huang called out are the five great warriors of our class, a group of old-fashioned people who never change and who often make Teacher Yang angry.

I don’t know how Teacher Huang scolded them, but an hour later, some of them came back, all covered in dust and looking extremely ugly.

After the evening self-study, our Wang Fang didn't want to squeeze in to get water for washing, so she was always the last to leave the classroom. We would only go back after other students in the dormitory had almost finished washing.

When we left the classroom, I saw that the five people who were called away by Teacher Huang for a reprimand had not left yet. They gathered around Zhang Xiong and Liu Dongqiang's beds, and I didn't know what they were discussing.

I didn't care, just glanced at them and went back to the dormitory.

The next day, the last two classes in the afternoon were English classes. After the last class, Teacher Yang let us study on our own. She was about to walk over to Zhang Xiong and Liu Dongqiang's beds and sit down.

This is a habit she has formed during this period. After the class, she lets us study on our own or do homework.

She would sit on the bed and see the heavy bunches of oranges through the window. Perhaps she would be in a good mood and relieve the stress of being a teacher.

Because she told us that there will be competition among every teacher, and the salary will be linked to teaching performance.

Like us, she was born in the countryside. She worked hard to get into a technical secondary school and was assigned here to be a teacher.

Her parents are not in good health, and she has two younger brothers, one in high school and the other in junior high school. She really wants to earn more money to ease the financial pressure on her parents.

But today, after she sat down, she immediately screamed, covered her butt and ran out of the classroom crying.

We didn't know what was going on, and when we looked up, she had already run far away.

The boys in the back rows were all laughing sinisterly, especially the five Vajras, who were covering their mouths and laughing so smugly that it looked as if some conspiracy had succeeded.

"Liu Feng, what happened to Teacher Yang? I saw her running out and she seemed to be crying."

Wang Fang turned around and asked me.

"I do not know?"

I was also confused. I only knew that the five of them were up to something bad, but I had no idea what they were up to.

There was a burst of chatter in the classroom. Everyone was discussing something. I couldn't understand what they were talking about in the end. What happened to Teacher Yang?

After a while, the bell rang and we rushed out of the classroom. Wang Fang, I and a few girls who were good friends with Teacher Yang ran to Teacher Yang's dormitory, but the door was closed and she was not there.

We had no choice but to go back to our dormitory to prepare for dinner, and after dinner, we returned to the classroom.

I was very worried about Teacher Yang's safety. I knew something must have happened, otherwise, how could such a strong person cry?

Not long after, Zhang Xiong, Wang Dongqiang and a few others came into the classroom together. I and the class monitor Zeng Lixiu ran up to them and questioned them. I was elected as the representative of the Chinese language department this semester.

Zeng Lixiu is a relatively outstanding girl. Not only does she have good grades, she is basically always the first in the class.

Occasionally, when she got second place in the exam, she would study harder and be very active and strong in her life.

"Zhang Xiong, Wang Dongqiang, what did you do? You made Teacher Yang run away crying."

As soon as he got in front of them, Zeng Lixiu shouted sternly.

"You didn't do anything?"

They were trying to hold back their laughter, and had no intention of admitting that they had done anything immoral.

"What does it have to do with you? Just study, turn a deaf ear to the outside world, and concentrate on reading the books of sages."

Zhang Hu even had the audacity to bully us.

Hey, I didn’t expect that even though he is not good at studying, he can still squeeze out a line of poetry at the critical moment.

"You better be careful. Don't do anything wrong and get expelled from school."

I was also very angry. I like Teacher Yang very much. She is very independent and strong, and is very kind to us, like an older sister.

These boys must have bullied her. They often talked back to her and we couldn't stand it, but we couldn't do anything about it.

Seeing that we couldn't get anything out of him, we returned to our seats.

Evening self-study was almost over when Teacher Huang came to the classroom, and the five of them were called away again.

We were all very curious about what happened between the five of them and Teacher Yang, and we really wanted to go to the office to eavesdrop, but no one dared to do so.

In the following days, Teacher Yang did not come to class. We asked Teacher Huang several times, but he did not explain it to us clearly. He just said that Teacher Yang had to take a few days off because of family matters.

On Saturday, we all went home. It was the busy farming season, and grandma was still picking millet.

Because the water level in the river had not yet reached its previous height, and there had been a drought for several months, there were no fish in the water, and my grandmother did not go fishing.

On Sunday, I was very worried about Xiao Hei, so I went to Heilongtan early in the morning with some minced meat.

Because there was just water in the river, the water plants in the river had not grown yet. I shouted by the river for a long time before Xiao Hei poked his little head out of the Black Dragon Pond.

I found that it had lost weight and no longer had the energy and spirit it once had. It swam slowly to my side and I gave it some minced meat. After it finished eating, it formed a circle and sat next to me for a long time.

I told it what happened in school. It has always been the object of my complaints. It always listened to me patiently and responded to me by turning its little eyes from time to time.

It was not until the sun was high in the sky that I waved goodbye to it reluctantly, and told it to take good care of itself and that I would come back to see it next week.

On Monday morning, the school organized a meeting. The five great leaders stood at the front with their heads hung. As the vice-principal made a stern announcement, we realized that they had actually stabbed Teacher Yang with thumbtacks.