Strange things happen around me

"Are you still having that kind of nightmare?" My deskmate leaned over my desk and asked.

"Well," I replied absent-mindedly, holding a pen in my hand and unconsciously writing and drawing on the draft paper.

"What's the painting?" He leaned over to look, "Huh? Isn't this a doll?"

I lowered my head subconsciously, and on the paper was a grinning rag doll, that smile was evil no matter how you looked at it.I was surprised and "hissed" and tore the paper in half, and smiled reluctantly, "It's nothing, it's a doodle."

"The drawing is pretty good, what are you tearing it up for?" He muttered in a low voice and turned around, not knowing what to look for in the drawer.

I stared at the tip of my pen in a daze. I once brought a rag doll home, which was given by the little girl in my dream. Woke up.

That was when I was about four or five years old, playing alone by the kiln.When it was getting dark, a twelve or thirteen-year-old lady suddenly came down from the kiln, with two long braids and a yellow floral skirt, holding a rag doll with no facial features in her arms.

She said that she would give the doll to me when I took her out. I thought the doll was too shameless and I was afraid to take it. She forced the doll to me and ran back to the top of the kiln.As soon as the doll came into my hand, its facial features suddenly appeared, and it was grinning, as if it wanted to talk.

I was so scared that I dropped it and ran away. The doll followed me to my house for some reason. I wanted to show it to my grandma but I couldn’t catch it. It ran too fast...

"Look!" A hand suddenly appeared in front of me. I was so frightened that I stood up suddenly and knocked down the chair. The chair fell to the ground and made a loud noise. I didn't care about other people looking at me, and said angrily, "What are you doing? ?!"

He looked at me with an innocent expression, "here you are."

In the palm of his open hand is a jade ring tied with a red string, "It was consecrated in the temple."

I lifted the chair up and sat down, covering my forehead, "No need, when did you become superstitious?"

"It wasn't me," he seemed to want to laugh, "it was my grandmother, she believed in Buddhism, I told her about you, she asked me to give it to you, you take it."

He forced the jade ring into my hand.

"Thank you," I said leisurely.

"No thanks, no need!" He waved his hand.

As soon as he finished speaking, I continued, "Your grandmother."

"Well," he curled his lips, "it's hard to get a thank you from you."

"That's right, don't look at who you are." I took out the things I wanted to take back from the drawer without looking up. After taking it for a long time, I found that the only things I could bring back were homework and garbage.

"Why hasn't the teacher come to announce that school is over?" He leaned on the back of the chair and tapped on the table with a pen in one hand. This action showed that he was very impatient now.

I ignored him, and I was annoyed too.

After more than ten minutes, the noisy classroom suddenly quieted down.

I looked up, and the head teacher stood on the podium with a livid face (constipation), and his eyes scanned the classroom like radar, "I can hear your voices under my arms..."

8 minutes later……

"You guys are the worst disciplined generation I've ever taught..."

I leaned in the direction of my deskmate and whispered, "His uncle is here again."

"Three times a day is a cure!" He gritted his teeth in a low voice.

I smiled, bent my elbow and bumped him.

Unsurprisingly, our class is the last one after school.

"We are the last every time! Can it be earlier!?" The tablemate complained angrily, holding the strap of the shoulder bag with one hand and putting the other in the trouser pocket, always arousing sideways glances from the little girls passing by .

I glanced at him, contemptuously, "Your home is so close, what's the point of complaining."

"It's not... isn't it that you are far away and need to take a car?" He rubbed his nose and turned his face away.

When it was time to break up with him, he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

"What are you trying to say?"

"No, nothing," he shook his head and turned away.

Looking at the back of him leaving gracefully, I was a little puzzled, what did he want to say.

When I got home, it was past four o’clock in the afternoon, and there was no one in the house. I took the key and opened the door. The light in the room was a bit dim. For some reason, I remembered the small wooden building in my dream, and I was a little flustered. I had to open all the windows at home, and I felt much more comfortable looking at the much brighter room.

Back in the room, I threw myself into the bed exhaustedly. I grabbed something and prepared to hug it to sleep. I dragged it into my arms and suddenly felt something was wrong. I looked down and saw two long braids. A grinning rag doll, she opened her mouth and smiled briskly, "You must come!"

"Fanfan, Bai Banfan!" There was a slap on the face.

I woke up suddenly, with burning pain on the left side of my face, I was stunned, "Mom, why did you hit me?"

My mother stood by the bed and looked at me seriously and said, "Did you have a nightmare?"

I rubbed my aching temples, did I fall asleep without knowing it?

"Fanfan," she bent down and patted my head, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I will take you to your hometown to find your grandma tomorrow."

"What are you looking for grandma?" I was full of doubts.

"Your grandma said that when you start to have nightmares one day, she will take you to her. You should sleep for a while, your face is too ugly." She closed half of the curtains, and the room suddenly became dark. There is an atmosphere of sleeping.

"But isn't it common for people to have nightmares?"

"Did you say you've had nightmares for so many years? You don't remember the talisman water your grandma gave you..."

What she was still saying, I did hear a little untrue, my brain felt drowsy and uncomfortable, and waves of drowsiness flooded into my mind, the moment before I fell asleep, what I thought was that I really didn’t Had nightmares.