Chapter 537 How Could This Be Possible?

Tu Huan was stunned.

Qin Lang saw her stunned expression and gently pointed at the words she wrote on the paper, "This."

Tu Huan lowered her 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 gave him. He was intently staring at the expression on Tu Huan's face, and rarely felt so eager to get an answer from her.

Qin Lang's heartbeat was getting faster and faster.

Comrade Lao Qin, who was not far away from him, heard those two familiar words from his son's mouth, and the relaxation in his body disappeared.

The expression on his face gradually became serious, just like Qin Lang's.

Tu Huan looked at him, not quite understanding the excitement in Qin Lang's voice.

Qin Lang asked carefully, "Tu Huan? Have you ever had a dream like this?"

He asked very carefully.

Even Li Yuanxiao on the opposite side could sense the tension in the voice. Out of inertia, he turned around and glanced at his uncle Qin Jian.

Qin Jian smiled faintly and meaningfully.

It didn’t end too much.

Li Yuanxiao thought that perhaps this was already expected by his uncle.

Tu Huan looked directly into Qin Lang's earnest gaze, nodded, and said, "Yes."

After getting the exact answer, Qin Lang's eyes changed instantly.

"you……"

He wanted to say, you actually had the same dream!

But the words were on the tip of his tongue but he didn't have time to say them. His lips moved a few times, and he stared at what Tu Huan had written, then turned around and looked at what he had written.

"What did the sea of ​​flowers in your dream look like?" he asked.

Tu Huan raised the end of her eyebrows slightly, and first glanced at what Qin Lang wrote. She saw that what Qin Lang wrote on the paper did not describe the specific colors in the dream.

Then he thought for a moment and said, "Black."

Qin Lang turned around with a slightly surprised face, "It's not red?"

"No." Tu Huan paused, then said with certainty, "Black."

There was a hint of confusion in Qin Lang's eyes.

"Why is it black?"

Tu Huan's eyes flickered slightly, and she asked, "Why, you dreamt of red?"

Qin Lang nodded after hearing this.

"Yes, red."

The excitement on Qin Lang's face calmed down a little because he got an answer that was completely different from what he expected.

Perhaps because of the difference, when Qin Lang asked her about the second dream, he was not as urgent as before.

He asked Tu Huan, "Where is the ancient house in the sea of ​​blood?"

Tu Huan narrowed her eyes, not quite understanding what he wanted to ask.

Qin Lang asked, "What building did you dream about?"

Tu Huan discovered that he cared extremely about her dream, so she thought about it carefully, picked up a pen and wrote on paper. With just a few lines, she simply depicted a traditional ancient pavilion and corridor structure.

Qin Lang leaned over and saw at a glance what Tu Huan was drawing.

The light in his eyes suddenly tightened.

He even forgot to pick up his own pen, but subconsciously took the pen from Tu Huan's hand. Like her, with just a few strokes, he used simple lines to quickly outline the scene he saw in his dream above the pavilion painted by Tu Huan.

The sea of ​​blood was also roughly displayed by him using countless simple wavy lines.

"Tu Huan, is the sea of ​​blood in your dream so deep?" Qin Lang turned to ask her, his voice a little tense.

Tu Huan glanced at the part he had drawn.

For the first time ever, the expression on Tu Huan's face suddenly changed after seeing the part Qin Lang added to the picture!

She suddenly turned her head and stared at Qin Lang, her eyes full of disbelief.

"Is this what you dreamed about?"

Qin Lang: "Yes!"

This time, the person who was even more surprised was Tu Huan.

"this……"

"How is that possible?"

Tu Huan stared down at the screen, and from time to time turned to stare at Qin Lang with a focused gaze, as if she wanted to rush directly into Qin Lang's memory bank and see for herself the dream he had once had.

Neither of them spoke, their movements were very consistent, from time to time they would look down at what they had written, then look up at each other.

The two of them gasped at the same time and cast shocked glances at Qin Jian who made them recall their dreams together.

"Mr. Qin, this..."

"Young Master, what's going on with this dream Tu Huan and I had?"

"Yes, Qin Lang has had these two dreams for many years. He has had this problem since our grandfather passed away." Comrade Lao Qin thought to himself that it was not good.

"show me."

Xie Huailou suddenly stretched out his hand to Qin Lang. Qin Lang handed over his without saying a word. He glanced at Tu Huan beside him and, after getting her permission, handed Tu Huan's paper with the dream pattern drawn on it to Xie Huailou.

Xie Huailuo took the painting and glanced at it.

He had never dreamed of either of these.

His eyes moved slightly, he pondered for a moment, returned the two pieces of paper, then leaned back in his chair, looked across silently, waiting for Qin Jian's answer.

However, Qin Jian looked relaxed and did not answer their questions immediately. Instead, he gestured for them to continue.

"You can think about it and write a few more."

Tu Huan and Qin Lang looked at each other, picked up their pens at the same time, and tried again to recall their previous dreams.

However, unlike the previous relaxation, this time, every time the two people thought of something, they would subconsciously look up after writing it down to see what the other person had written.

This time, the two people's dreams are different.

What Qin Lang wrote on the paper was: Two moons hanging in the sky.

What Tu Huan wrote on the paper was: a swing next to a rice field.

Qin Lang: "It's different?"

Tu Huan: "Yeah."

Qin Jian heard their conversation and said with a smile, "Is it different this time?"

"Yes!" they said in unison.

Qin Jian asked: "What are they?"

Tu Huan pointed at Qin Lang and said, "He dreamed there were two moons in the sky."

"She dreamed of a swing." Qin Lang said.

Qin Jian nodded: "It seems that there is still some uncertainty in the intersection of fate."

"Uncle Master, what does this mean?"

Li Yuanxiao, who was holding his sister next to him, couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Yuan Xiao, don't worry, let them try first."

Tu Huan and Qin Lang looked at each other, and they both saw each other's thoughts from each other's eyes.

Qin Jian was not in a hurry. Others were curious, but the two parties involved continued to do the experiment with nervousness and excitement.

The tip of the pen made a swish sound as it scratched on the paper.

Once two people discover that they have similar dreams, they will mark them in front of them.

Soon, eight or nine vividly remembered dreams were dug out one by one from the depths of their memories.

Qin Lang wrote two or three more, but Tu Huan had read them and didn't dream the same ones.

But even so, the two people had as many as five or six identical dreams, and half of them were similar but not exactly the same.

The two were greatly shocked by this!