In 1992, I was studying in technical secondary school. We were all young, carefree kids. There are 6 people in one dormitory, from different places across the country.
Mei is the most silent girl in the group. She is from Guangxi and heard that her mother is from an ethnic minority. Among our group, her life is relatively simple, and we also know that her family does not have much money. She went to this technical secondary school just to assign work early and solve the family's difficulties.
Therefore, I often want to help her. Whether it is snacks sent from home or meal tickets in the canteen, I am willing to share them with her unconditionally. We have become very good friends and talk about almost everything. When it comes to her family, she tactfully avoids the topic.
At that time, love was popular in school, and soon I began to like a senior. He is handsome and stylish.
I only told Mei this secret, and her affirmative approval made me feel even more courageous. I started writing long love letters to my seniors, written on very romantic pink paper. Finally, when I had written 20 letters, I asked the senior to come out and handed these things to him.
He seemed to know the girl who was chasing him very well. He pushed those love letters to me without reading them, and then told me coldly, I'm sorry, I don't have feelings for you.
This sentence hurt me deeply. I felt that at that moment, all my self-esteem was trampled to the ground by him. After he left, I sat in the corridor and cried for a long time, until Mei appeared. She held my shoulders and comforted me.
Since then, I have had concerns, and these concerns have directly affected my studies. Sometimes in the middle of the night, I would suddenly sit up, thinking about the way he rejected me that day, feeling very sad. Mei saw all these things, and I felt that she felt particularly sorry for me.
Finally one day, when we were walking, she asked me, Wenli, you are a good girl, is it really so painful not to have someone?
So I told her a story. When I was a child, I really liked a neighbor's toy and wanted to get it, but there was no place to buy it in that small city. I cried and cried for half a year. Later, someone finally brought it back to me on a business trip. I was very excited, but after only playing with it for three days, I gave up. Feel it.
I told Mei seriously that I am such a person, and what I don’t get is always good. I also know that I am willful, but I can't change it.
Mei thought for a long time and said, I can help you, but you have to keep it a secret for me and not let your classmates know.
I looked at her for a long time and suddenly laughed. I thought she was joking with me, but seeing how serious she was, it didn't look like she was serious.
The next day, I went to the playground to watch my seniors play, and Mei also went. Not only did I go, but she also volunteered to be the keeper of the boys' clothes. While others were watching the game, I watched her tidy up the clothes that the boys had taken off casually, and carefully wrote their names on small pieces of paper. For a moment, I didn't know what she wanted to do.
That night, she brought me a glass of water and asked me to drink it. At this time, I was already very confused. After drinking the glass of water, she told me not to think about anything, just go to sleep.
After turning out the lights, I fell asleep quickly. I never dream, but suddenly I had a dream. I dreamed that the senior was standing alone in the playground. I walked over and he told me that he had always liked me, and then hugged me tightly. I was stunned by this sudden happiness and let him hold me. Later, he even kissed me. The feeling in the dream is so real.
After being woken up by the wake-up call, I felt very relaxed both physically and mentally, as if I had gained seniority. While washing up, I excitedly whispered to Mei that I dreamed about my senior, and we even hugged and kissed. But she said to me calmly, everyone thinks about something every day and dreams at night.
I suddenly remembered what she said she could do to help me that day, as well as all the strange phenomena in recent days, and a strange speculation suddenly came into my mind. I asked Mei, can you help me?
She looked at me, nodded, and said she would keep it a secret for me.
I said it like a baby, but tonight, I still want to dream about him. She nodded and said to me, yes.
The next day, I really dreamed of my senior again. After the two of us kissed, we talked sweet words of love on the grass. I felt even more satisfied.
But when I woke up, I felt a little scared. When I got up in the morning, I saw Mei's shining eyes, and suddenly felt very scared. Could she really have such a function? I only heard that she was from an ethnic minority, but she had not revealed anything about their ethnic customs and lifestyle to me, a good friend.
On the third day, I didn’t want to have this dream anymore. But the senior will still appear in my dreams.
I was helpless and finally told Mei that I was tired of it. So, she asked me to lie down and muttered some unknown words, and I felt very relaxed. After a short nap, I felt very relaxed. And from then on, the senior really disappeared from my dreams.
I never told anyone this secret, and Mei didn't tell me why until we graduated. I also jokingly asked her to explain, but she told me calmly that it was just a psychological effect. But I believe it's not that simple.
After graduation, I got married, and so did she. We were thousands of kilometers apart, and we gradually had less contact. After the Internet became developed, I had a video chat with her on the Internet. She became fatter and fairer, and asked me how she was with her daughter. , everything is very homely, but I still believe that she has a kind of magic power, and I dreamed about the little boy ghost . The dream I had at that time must be related to the day she suddenly helped the boys tidy up their clothes.
I told my husband about this, and he said that people’s clothes, hair and other things all have their own pheromones in them. Current science cannot explain the mysterious power of some folklore, and it may be related to pheromones. However, I have not considered the impact of dreaming about little boy ghosts , or those are just the strong psychological activities in adolescence. The thing that led him into his dream was just an adolescent joke.