RPAGF Chapter 162 Dream
Chapter 162 Dream
Farusian seemed to have a very long dream, a bizarre, fragmented, and chaotic dream.
In her dream, there was only boundless darkness, and in the darkness, she saw her family and friends whom she had not seen for a long time.
Joy and longing surged into her heart in an instant. They stood in the distance, backlit, and the girl couldn't see their faces clearly, but she was certain of their appearance.
The one wearing an apron is the mother, the one holding a pipe is the father, the one holding books with a stern gaze is the mentor, and the one waving a thesis with a beaming smile is the student.
Some of them were waving, some had their hands on their hips, and they seemed to be calling out something. The voices were clear and loud, but Farusan couldn't hear anything.
She tried to call their names, but her dry vocal cords couldn't produce a single syllable.
She wanted to grab their hands, but her heavy legs couldn't move even an inch away.
They eventually turned away, like fallen leaves swept far away by a stream, slowly but irresistibly fading into the darkness.
Don't go... don't leave me alone...
The girl in the dream let down her guard; she was no longer a gifted scholar, nor a highly respected elder.
She was just a child without a home, trapped in a nightmare for a hundred years, before being thrown off course by time and waking up bewildered in a strange world.
Then, another figure passed by her.
That was the first person she met after waking up, and now he is her first student.
Farusan remembered Tamimi, a story that took place in another sky, and the boy's sometimes serious, sometimes unserious smile.
Although they didn't spend much time together, and she would occasionally grit her teeth at the boy's disrespectful behavior, she felt lucky and at ease inside.
He seemed to understand her well, her unease and loneliness. Whether he joked around or offered serious comfort, the girl could always quickly put her sorrows behind her.
They weren't really like the teacher and students in Farusan's mind, but more like the friends the girl had once fantasized about.
It was also during this strange yet familiar time that I made my first friend.
The passing boy bent down and said something to her, but she couldn't hear it. However, she vaguely sensed a sense of panic.
She watched that figure recede into the distance, and another unfamiliar shadow appeared in the direction he went. Then, with a series of murmured words, it disappeared from her sight.
The girl woke up from her dream amidst panic and fear.
The bright morning sunlight shone through the thin fabric onto the quilt. Farusan blinked blankly, and the familiar tent curtain above her head came into view.
It was just a dream.
The girl touched the sticky cold sweat on her forehead, feeling her chaotic heartbeat through her thin nightgown.
Perhaps it's because we've encountered too many changes recently...
Farusan comforted herself, then subconsciously glanced at the bed next to her.
The spot where Mu Feng should have been sleeping was now empty, with the neatly folded bedding placed to one side, showing no signs of anyone having slept there.
Farusan's heart pounded again. She hurriedly dressed and reached out to pull back the curtain of the tent.
The glaring sunlight outside the tent made the girl squint slightly. Before she could adjust to the bright desert light, a familiar greeting rang in her ears.
"Good day, Farusian...senpai."
In the camp, Mu Feng, who was sitting in front of a roaring charcoal fire roasting a desert scorpion, noticed footsteps behind him and hurriedly flipped the scorpion meat, which was about to burn, over.
Seeing the camp as usual, Farusan's tense heart gradually relaxed.
Sigh... Could it really be that I'm getting old? I'm unconsciously taking the scenes in my dreams as reality.
Farusan chuckled to herself. The only strange thing about this bizarre dream was that she hadn't dreamt in a long time.
Could it be a consequence of the Red King's Mausoleum?
She shook her head, not taking the nightmare to heart.
After returning to Sumeru, go to the Health House for a thorough check-up.
"Young man, you should show some energy and spirit in the morning."
"Say hello to me again."
Farusan placed her left hand slightly on her hip, gave a soft hum, patted Mu Feng's shoulder, and stared intently at the sizzling, oily roasted scorpion meat on the iron rack.
On the charcoal fire, oily scorpion meat steamed with white vapor, and oil droplets sizzled as they fell into the flames. The air was filled with the aroma of ground spices mixed with the fragrance of Yunnan peppercorns.
After a night's sleep, I am indeed a bit hungry.
"Would you like some barbecue, Senior Farusan?"
Mu Feng naturally noticed Farusan's gaze and smiled as he handed her a skewer of roasted scorpion meat.
Sweetie's love for baked goods seems to be deeply ingrained. I wonder if there will be a chance for her to go on a business trip to Fontainebleau. I imagine that Dragon would be very happy to taste the special delicacies of Sumeru.
"Thank you very much, senior. I must take a good look at your craftsmanship."
Farusan deftly took the still-dripping roasted meat. It was good that her new student had some conscience; her senior hadn't worried about him for nothing.
Although... it was only in a dream.
As she raised the roasted meat in her hand, about to enjoy it, her gaze inadvertently fell upon a few unfamiliar figures sitting sparsely at the edge of the camp.
Unfamiliar faces, who are they?
Farusan's eyes immediately became alert. The desert has never lacked vicious mercenary organizations, and the possibility that they had taken a liking to the two of them, who were alone, and attempted to rob them of their belongings could not be ruled out.
She quietly put down the barbecue she was holding, and a bow and arrow instantly appeared in Farusan's hand, a sharp whirlwind swirling around the wooden handle, ready to be released.
If they dare to act rashly, she wouldn't mind letting them taste the bitterness of regret.
"What's wrong, Senior Farusan?"
Farusan silently sheathed her bow and arrow, watching as several figures in the distance hurriedly turned and left.
Is this all the desert bandits have to offer these days?
"Nothing much, just a bunch of gilded troupes."
"Even if they swarm at me, I can handle it with ease."
The girl proudly raised her head. In her time, scholars often had some means of self-defense. After all, if they couldn't reason with someone, they could still talk about physics.
The elder learned literature to reason with brutes, and martial arts to make brutes listen to reason.
Mu Feng smiled upon hearing this, not taking the little incident to heart, and continued to concentrate on turning the fragrant barbecue on the stove.
"Hmm...not bad at all. It's comparable to some long-established brands. It seems that the food industry is constantly improving."
"As long as the sweet girl likes it."
"Hmm... If there's a chance, I'll show you a couple of tricks as a return gift... Wait, what did you just call me?"
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