Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 14 014 Dream Beast
Decent people, decent people.

What does it mean to be a decent person?
How can I become a decent person?
At night, Feng Xiuhu crawled into bed with the money box in his arms, and it seemed as if there were little people singing in his head.

The choir members did not look like respectable people, and everyone said they were bad people; Luo Mengzhang was not respectable enough either, otherwise he would not have been sent to the factory area.

Feng Xiuhu had never seen the scenery of the upper city. He only heard from Shunzi that there was a larger church upstairs, where bishops and archbishops lived; and that the officials all settled their homes in the upper city. Above the officials was the Grand Duke, whose palace was even more magnificent than the Imperial Palace - this was debatable, after all, Shunzi had never seen what the Imperial Palace looked like.

In the territory of Fancheng, the Duke is the highest authority, but if you leave Fancheng, there is still the President above you.

So he had to go to the upper city. Feng Xiuhu wanted to see how respectable the gentlemen in the upper city were.

The premise is that I can escape this.

With a nervous yet happy mood, Feng Xiuhu gradually fell asleep.

He was dreaming again.

Feng Xiuhu saw himself, with his hair slicked back and his red underwear worn outside, holding a giant iron bird and flying from the sky to the ground. Then he turned around, put on his baseball cap, and began to command a yellow mouse that could discharge electricity to fight a dinosaur with its tail on fire. The dinosaur opened its mouth and spewed fire at him. Red and gold armor emerged from his body like ripples, and he rushed out of the flames to fight a tall and strong owl man wearing golden gloves. The tall and strong owl man knocked him to the ground with a punch. He looked up and saw a lamp suddenly fall from the cloudless sky and shatter on the ground. He quickly got up, but found that he was holding a flower pot in his arms and a short-haired girl standing next to him. The girl asked him, "Is life always this painful? Or is it only like this when you are a child?"

He replied affectionately: "Always..."

Before he could finish his words, Feng Xiuhu saw "himself" taking off his sunglasses and walking straight towards him, pointing at him as he walked: "Come here, I'm going to kill you now."

Feng Xiuhu couldn't stand it anymore and frowned, directing, "Stage attendant! Stage attendant! What's wrong with this actor? I haven't even called cut yet!"

This actor - let's call him Feng Xiaohu.

Feng Xiaohu came up to him, grabbed Feng Xiuhu's collar and shook him vigorously: "Behave! What the hell is wrong with you?"

Feng Xiuhu struggled hard: "I'm perfectly normal!"

Feng Xiaohu pointed at the scene behind him: "Normal? What kind of nonsense are you dreaming about?"

Feng Xiuhu said confidently: "Being normal in dreams is the biggest abnormality. If it's the same, it means I'm completely normal."

Feng Xiaohu was speechless.

After a while, Feng Xiaohu calmed down a lot: "Do you still remember who you are?"

Feng Xiuhu puffed out his chest and raised his head: "He Dage's nemesis, Luo Meng Zhang's nemesis, the choir's good big brother - Feng Xiuhu."

Feng Xiaohu gritted his teeth and blurted out word by word: "That's Feng Xiaohu! I'm talking about you!"

Feng Xiuhu disagreed: "Who gives you the right to specify my gender?"

Feng Xiaohu: “……?”

Feng Xiuhu remained calm and said, "Why do you designate my identity?"

Feng Xiaohu couldn't stand it anymore and let out an angry roar.

"Roar--!!"

A deafening roar of beasts seemed to fill the entire world.

Feng Xiuhu shrank his neck and looked around vigilantly. Only then did he realize that he was in a vast forest. In the quiet night, every tree around him grew straight up to the night sky, with no end in sight.

"Where is this?"

Feng Xiuhu lowered his voice.

Feng Xiaohu's eyes turned reddish-brown again: "Menglin."

Feng Xiuhu raised a finger to his lips: "Shh, keep your voice down, didn't you hear what happened just now?"

Feng Xiaohu: “…”

He took a deep breath and said, "This is the Dream Forest. Everything you dream about here are beautiful scenes you've witnessed with your own eyes. In other words, everything you just saw was your personal experience."

Feng Xiuhu said, "You're talking nonsense. I don't believe there are any yellow-skinned mice in the world that can discharge electricity."

Feng Xiaohu covered his face and said, "I don't believe it either, so think carefully about where you came from."

Feng Xiuhu held his chin and began to ponder, and he pondered for a long time.

Seeing that he would soon wake up from the dream, Feng Xiaohu finally couldn't wait any longer: "You still haven't remembered it?" Feng Xiuhu pondered and said, "I forgot."

Feng Xiaohu smiled with relief: "Okay, then let's wait for death."

……

The sunlight came in from the window and Feng Xiuhu woke up.

He immediately opened the money box in his arms, and all the silver plates were inside.

After thinking about it, Feng Xiuhu asked Shunzi to find a shoulder bag, put all his belongings in it, and told Shunzi to take it well.

The bag was made of leather, the same material as the quilt he covered himself with, and was also made of several pieces stitched together.

Feng Xiuhu remembered and asked, "What kind of leather is this?"

Shunzi replied, "Rat skin."

For the people of Dicheng, rats are really good friends. Not only can they be caught and eaten for meat, but their skin and bones are also useful.

It is said that many people in Dicheng affectionately call the mouse "Mr. Gray".

Yesterday, Shunzi heard that he might run away. In order to further reduce expenses, Feng Xiuhu didn’t even have dry biscuits to eat today.

Shunzi brought a bowl of thin soup. Feng Xiuhu thought it smelled good, but she was worried it might be made from rat meat. "What is this?"

"I made the oyster porridge."

Feng Xiuhu was relieved. Picking shellfish on the beach and in shallow waters was also a source of food for the people of Dicheng.

After breakfast, Feng Xiuhu took Shunzi out and started a day of hard work.

They came to the stage to watch a play - Feng Xiuhu didn't know how the choir worked specifically, but he saw that this was how He Dage did it.

Taking a silver plate from Shunzi's hand, Feng Xiuhu arranged tea and melon seeds for each brother, and also asked the troupe on the stage to change their performance.

The silver plate is hard. The squad leader came out with a nod and a bow and asked Feng Xiuhu what he wanted to hear. Feng Xiuhu thought about it and asked him to play the role of the God of Mist.

The team leader was in a dilemma, with a bitter look on his face, and explained that the God of Mist had only recently arrived in Fancheng and had not had time to compose a play.

Feng Xiuhu lost interest, so he let him watch.

After a while, an actor came on stage with the sound of gongs and drums. After singing the opening poem, we learned that the play they were performing was called "The Wind and Rain Goddess Kills the Sparrow Demon."

As the play began, Damazi ran over from the end of the street.

Shunzi asked him to keep an eye on the church yesterday, and now he has come back to report on the situation.

Feng Xiuhu handed him a cup of tea. Da Mazi took a sip and said, "Nothing happened. I asked Er Mazi to keep watching."

Feng Xiuhu nodded. Luo Mengzhang had only disappeared for a day, and the deacons had not yet reacted.

The next day, it was the stage again.

Feng Xiuhu didn't say no yesterday, so the troupe leader arranged for people to continue singing the same act from yesterday.

Er Mazi came running over from the end of the street. Feng Xiuhu handed him a cup of tea and asked, "Anything going on?"

Er Mazi took a breath and said, "Yes, the deacons were running around the yard, all very nervous, as if they were looking for something. I asked San Mazi to keep an eye on them."

Feng Xiuhu nodded, it’s normal to be nervous.

On the third day, it was still the stage.

The play "The Lady of Wind and Rain Kills the Sparrow Demon" was performed on the stage for three consecutive days, but Feng Xiuhu actually didn't listen to it for a single day.

Calculating that it was almost time, Feng Xiuhu glanced at the end of the street.

Sure enough, Sanmazi appeared.

But he was brought here by someone.

(End of this chapter)