Chapter 27: Fangu City Is Full of Good People Part Three

The horse-drawn carriage was slowly moving forward. Although the wind was cold, it was interesting to wrap clothes tightly around one’s body and try to seek warmth under the sunlight.

Da Quan was slowly driving the horse-drawn carriage, and they were lagged far behind the carriages in the front. The people in the front didn’t pay attention to them, and they were too lazy to get close to the girls of Beckon of the Red Sleeve.

Although Da Quan liked drawing naked women in the snow, it seemed like he had no desire for women. At least Fang Jie never saw him trying to get with a woman in the last 15 years. Therefore, Fang Jie believed that either this man loved money more than anything or his body had issues.

On the other hand, Mu Xiaoyao didn’t want to get close to those girls. Pretty women didn’t have much to talk with each other, so Mu Xiaoyao would rather lie in the compartment of the carriage and sleep than chatting with those girls.

Fang Jie was willing to sit outside the compartment and chat with Da Quan because Mu Xiaoyao didn’t treat herself as a woman.

Her red dress was thin, and her sleeping position wasn’t ladylike. After a few turns, her beautiful legs would be exposed. Rather than staying in the compartment and seeing all that but couldn’t do anything, he preferred talking with Da Quan.

Da Quan laughed and said, “They would hit cymbals, beat drums, and ignite firecrackers.”

Fang Jie shook his head and didn’t reply, but his expression looked ugly.

“What is gong on?” Da Quan asked.

“I fell asleep earlier and had a dream.”

“What did you dream about?”

“I dreamed that I returned to Fangu many years later, and everyone was waiting for me at the gate. I was thrilled to see them, and I wanted to hug every one of them. However, I found that something was wrong when I got close. After years passed by, how come Aunt He still looked like a morning glory? Why was Little Jiaojiao still short and talking like a little girl? Why was Qu Feng still only a captain? I got more scared as I looked at them longer, and I woke up due to the fear.”

“It is because you left Fangu, so their appearances are the same in your head,” Da Quan explained after thinking for a bit.

“No…” Fang Jie slowly wiped away the sweat on his head and said, “They were all wearing white clothes, and their faces were paler than their clothes. I tried to hug them, but I couldn’t do it. Their feet weren’t on the ground… they were floating. I thought for a long time and realized that in my dream, they were all… dead.”

Da Quan froze for a second and got into the compartment to get Mu Xiaoyao’s liquor flask for Fang Jie. He comforted, “It was nothing but a ridiculous dream. If you are afraid, we can turn around and go back to see them.”

Fang Jie drank a mouthful of liquor but still felt cold. He replied, “There is no need then… Don’t people say that dreams are opposite to reality? When someone dies in a dream, their longevity would increase. All the residents of Fangu were dead in my dream; isn’t it a sign that they will all live to 100 years old?”

“Eh!” Da Quan nodded and replied with a smile, “In the last 15 years, I dreamed about our deaths many times, but we are still living well. There is an old saying, right? Good people can’t live long, and bad eggs can live for thousands of years. I’m not a good person, Mu Xiaoyao isn’t, and you aren’t as well.”

Fang Jie smiled and felt more at ease. “Fangu… is full of good people, right?”