Chapter 537 How could this be possible
Tu Hua was stunned.
Seeing her stunned expression, Qin Lang gently tapped the words she wrote on the paper, "This."
Tu Hua lowered his head.
“A sea of withered flowers, an ancient house in a sea of blood?”
On the side, Qin Lang couldn't help but repeat it again.
This time, he didn't even care about the looks other people were looking at him. He was focused on the expression on Tu Hua's face. He rarely had such an urge to get an answer from her.
Qin Lang's heartbeat was beating faster and faster.
Not far from him, Comrade Lao Qin heard those two familiar words from his son, and the relaxation in his body disappeared.
The look on his face was like Qin Lang's, gradually becoming serious.
Tu Hua looked at it, not quite understanding the excitement in Qin Lang's voice.
Qin Lang asked carefully: "Tuhua? Have you ever had such a dream?"
He asked extremely carefully.
The tension in the voice was even felt by Li Yuanxiao who was opposite him. Due to inertia, he turned his head and glanced at his uncle Qin Jian.
Qin Jian smiled meaningfully.
Not too much over.
Li Yuanxiao thought, maybe this was expected by his uncle.
Tu Hua looked directly into Qin Lang's earnest gaze, nodded and said, "Yes."
After getting the exact answer, the look in Qin Lang's eyes changed instantly.
"You..."
He wanted to say, you actually had the same dream!
But the words were on his lips but he didn't have time to say them out. His lips moved a few times. He stared at what Tu Hua had written, and then turned back to look at what he had written.
"What does the sea of flowers in your dream... look like?" he asked.
Tu Hua raised her eyebrows slightly. She first glanced at what Qin Lang had written and saw that Qin Lang did not describe the specific colors in the dream in what he wrote on the paper.
Then he thought for a moment and said, "Black."
Qin Lang's slightly surprised face turned around, "It's not red?"
"No." Tu Hua paused for a moment and still affirmed: "Black."
Qin Lang's eyes were exposed A hint of confusion.
"Why is it black?"
Tu Hua's eyes moved slightly and asked: "Why, what did you dream about was red?"
Qin Lang nodded when he heard the words.
"Yes, red."
The excitement on Qin Lang's face calmed down slightly because he got an answer that was completely different from what he expected.
Perhaps because of the difference, when Qin Lang asked her about her second dream, he was not as urgent as before.
He asked Tuhua: "Where is the ancient house in the sea of blood?"
Tu Hua narrowed her eyes, not quite understanding what he wanted to ask.
Qin Lang said: "What is the building you dreamed about?"
Tu Hua found that he cared about her dream very much, so she thought about it carefully, picked up the pen and put it on the paper, and wrote a few words The lines simply depict a traditional ancient pavilion and corridor structure.
Qin Lang leaned forward and saw at a glance what Tu Hua was painting.
The light in his eyes suddenly tightened.
She even forgot to pick up her own pen, but subconsciously took the pen from Tu Hua's hand. Just like her, with a few strokes, she also used simple lines to outline the pavilion and gallery painted by Tu Hua very quickly. The picture he saw in his dream appeared.
The sea of blood was roughly displayed by him with countless simple wavy lines.
"Tuhua, was the sea of blood in your dream so deep?" Qin Lang turned to ask her, his voice a little tight.
Tu Hua glanced at the part he painted.
For the first time, the expression on Tu Hua’s face suddenly changed drastically after seeing the part that Qin Lang added on the screen!
She suddenly turned her head and stared at Qin Lang, her eyes filled with disbelief. "Is this what you dreamed about?"
Qin Lang: "Yes!"
This time, the person who was even more surprised was Tu Hua.
"This..."
"How is this possible?"
Tu Hua lowered her head and stared at the screen, turning her head to stare at Qin Lang from time to time. With a focused gaze, she wished she could rush directly into Qin Lang's memory bank and see for herself what he had done. of dreams.
The two of them stopped talking, and their movements were very consistent. From time to time, they looked down at what they had written, and then looked up at each other.
The two gasped at the same time and turned their shocked eyes to Qin Jian who asked them to recall the dream together.
"Mr. Qin, this..."
"Little Master, what's going on with this dream of Tu Hua and I?"
"Yes, Qin Lang has had these two dreams for many years. Ever since our old man left, we have had this dream Something is wrong." Comrade Lao Qin secretly thought that something was wrong.
"Show me."
Xie Huailou suddenly reached out to Qin Lang. Qin Lang handed his over without saying a word, glanced at Tu Hua beside him, and got the other person's hand. After giving permission, he handed Tu Hua's piece with the dream pattern on it to Xie Huailou.
Xie Huailou got the painting and glanced at it twice.
He had never dreamed of either of these.
His eyes moved slightly, he pondered for a moment, then returned the two pieces of paper, then leaned back on the chair, looking across in silence, waiting for Qin Jian's answer.
However, Qin Jian looked relaxed and did not immediately answer their questions, but motioned for them to continue.
“You can think about it and write more.”
Tu Hua and Qin Lang looked at each other, picked up their pens at the same time, and tried to recall the dreams they had had before.
But unlike the previous relaxation, this time, every time the two of them thought of something, they subconsciously raised their heads after finishing writing to see what the other person had written.
This time, the dreams of the two people are different.
What Qin Lang wrote on the paper was: Two moons hanging in the sky.
What Tu Hua wrote on the paper was: a swing set up next to a rice field.
Qin Lang: "Is it different?"
Tu Hua: "Yeah."
Besides, Qin Zhan heard the conversation between the two of them and smiled: "Is it different this time?"
"Yes!" The two said in unison.
Qin Jian asked: "What are they?"
Tu Hua pointed at Qin Lang and said: "He dreamed that there were two moons in the sky."
"She dreamed about the swing." Qin Lang said.
Qin Jian nodded: "It seems that the intersection of fate is still a bit variable."
"Uncle Master, what does this mean?"
Next to Li Yuanxiao couldn't help but wonder as he hugged his sister.
“Yuan Xiao is not in a hurry, let them try it first.”
Tu Hua and Qin Lang looked at each other, and they both saw what was in each other's hearts.
Qin Jian was not in a hurry, and others were curious. Only the two parties involved continued to experiment with anxiety and excitement.
The pen tip made a swishing sound on the paper.
Once the two people discovered that they had similar dreams to each other, they casually marked them in front.
Soon, eight or nine memorable dreams were dug out from the depths of memory by the two of them one by one.
Qin Lang wrote two or three more, but Tuhua had read it and she didn't dream of the same one.
But even so, there are as many as five or six identical dreams between two people, half of which are similar but not the same.
The two of them were greatly shocked by this!
(End of this chapter)